Seven-Colored White Lotus

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This is a very old post. How many erotic readers today still remember Naked Lamb, which once dominated half of the erotic literature scene?
Back then, after Yuan Yuan (Ju Dou) disappeared, erotic readers were like stray dogs, filled with despair. Although Wuji suddenly appeared, it soon vanished as well. Fortunately, Naked Lamb and Erotic Coastline resolutely took up the banner of erotic literature, struggling for years before ushering in today's booming era of erotic literature forums.
Erotic readers shouldn't think they have superior insight. After this post was published, the commenters unanimously and astutely pointed out its weakness: the lack of detailed description of Feng Ji's torture. However, in the era of Naked Lamb and Erotic Coastline, a popular saying was: the author is the god of erotic literature, and the readers are all grandchildren. Therefore, few authors patiently responded to reader feedback.
Enough of the nonsense. Enjoy!
【Seven-Colored White Lotus】【Author: Meng Lang】
Published on May 26, 2003 by Naked Lamb's Seven-Colored White Lotus. The north wind is like a knife. The earth is like silver.
On Qingfeng Mountain, an ancient path snakes its way forward, disappearing behind the mountain.
Hongen Town lies at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.
The town isn't large, with only about thirty households, yet it boasts seventeen shops. Each of the seventeen shops sells its own goods; no two are alike. If you can buy something elsewhere, you can buy it here too.
The town mayor is named Bai Tu. He owns eleven of the seventeen shops. However, he doesn't want to acquire the remaining six, even though he has the power to do so. He understands that competition drives progress, and the same applies to business.
Similarly, it applies to martial arts.
But Bai Tu doesn't want a rival in martial arts. That's why he gave up the opportunity to become the "Leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance," preferring to hide in this remote town far removed from the turmoil of the martial world and become its mayor.
But he forgot a saying: "In the martial world, one's actions are not one's own."
Where there are people, there is the martial world. Besides, some things you can't escape. So, early one morning, someone discovered Bai Tu's body in his bedroom at "Jade Abyss."
Years of indulgence, coupled with a lack of diligent practice, have transformed the "Jade-Faced Young Gentleman" of ten years ago into a portly, obese man. Now, Bai Tu, weighing 170 pounds, has not a single intact piece of flesh.
His hair is burned off, a patch of skin has been shaved from his forehead, his left eye is reduced to a bloody hole, his right eye is in better condition, the eyeball dangling below its socket, held together only by a tendon. On one side of his face is a flying phoenix needle, and on the other, a middle finger adorned with a precious "Snow Blood" jade ring. His nose is completely collapsed, the nasal bone shattered, making him look like a persimmon that has been trampled underfoot. Below his nose, a large hole reveals his only molar, which has cracked open, as both his lips are missing.
His tongue was split in the middle, not like it was cut with a knife or sword, but rather as if someone had used both hands to split it apart with such force that both corners of his mouth were split open. If it weren't for a chair leg stuck in his neck, his entire jaw would have been ripped off. The other end of the chair leg was inserted into a wooden post behind him, suspending him from it. From a distance, it looked like a scene of utter cruelty from hell.
Both hands, from shoulders down to finger bones, were completely mangled. They were either crushed or shattered. His right hand was completely twisted and embedded in his back, which was shattered in every direction. His left hand, palm and all, was nailed into a wooden post; his thumb was burned to the bone, his index finger was bent almost parallel to the back of his hand, and his middle finger was missing. The remaining two fingers were like two withered vines, intertwined together.
His legs, though outwardly intact, were also shattered into countless pieces inside.
Who did this? Even if there was some deep-seated hatred, this was far too cruel.
Although Jade Abyss is ostensibly a shop selling jade and antiques, it's more accurately described as Bai Tu's private collection, naturally teeming with antiques. Take, for example, the wooden chair missing a leg—it's said to have been once sat on by the great poet Li Bai. Yet, aside from that chair, none of the jade artifacts or ancient paintings displayed in the cabinets are damaged, not even a drop of blood has been spilled. Even the large vermilion lacquered bed in the center of the room is only slightly dirty and messy.
The messiness is in the mandarin duck brocade quilt at the head of the bed, and the dirtiness is in the woman at the foot of the bed—a mature woman, a stunning beauty, a great beauty.
Sun Feifeng.
"Fairy Phoenix Divine Princess" Sun Feifeng.
The second most beautiful woman in the martial arts world ten years ago.
If nine out of ten men in the martial arts world were infatuated with Feng Ji back then, then seeing her now, the tenth man would surely faint from ecstasy—except, of course, for the Grand Eunuch, "Ruthless Cold-Blooded Iron Hand" Cui Gonggong.
Feng Ji's phoenix eyes were like autumn water, unfathomable, because her entire beautiful face, like a lotus blossom, was covered with a thick layer of oily substance on her alabaster skin. It was dried semen. Not only her face, hands, back, buttocks, vulva, and thighs, but everywhere was covered with the cloudy white semen stains; there wasn't a clean spot on her body. It was as if she had been doused with the semen of thirty-seven men.
Feng Ji's hands were separated and hung from the bed beam by white towels, and her naked legs knelt on the bed. Her jade-like head was forward, her eyes looking at Bai Tu. Her legs were together, and the semen on her buttocks ran down from her cleft to her anus, vulva, and pubic hair, forming a thin white band. Her anus was open and closed, it seemed that this virgin territory, which even Bai Tu hadn't explored, had been breached even in her dying moments. A few streaks of blood mixed in with the white bands, as alluring as the "Snow Blood" jade-spotted finger that had been inserted into Bai Tu's face.
The lower orifice wasn't much better. It was even wider and more gaping than Bai Tu's lipless, bloody mouth, revealing three inches of the red flesh inside, as at least half of her pubic hair was inserted.
What the hell had penetrated it? Could it be that broken chair leg? That one was square, while both holes were round. It looked like someone had stuck a whole hand inside. But it seemed a hand wouldn't spray all that stuff all over Feng Ji's body.
Wow! If there really was something that thick, it would overturn every woman in the world.
What would happen if something that thick were inserted into Feng Ji's cherry-like mouth? What would it feel like?
Feng Ji dared not think about it, she couldn't think about it anymore. Fortunately, her mouth hadn't been treated like that in her life.
But her daughter, Bai Lian'er, wasn't so lucky. Because now she finally knew what it felt like to have a penis as thick as her jade hand inserted into her mouth.
It was a feeling as if her mouth was about to be torn apart alive. Like the popsicle inserted into her lower body, the cold had turned into a searing heat, a burning sensation spreading from top to bottom, engulfing her still-tender body.
Shame had long since turned into fear.
On the white snow, the kneeling, snow-white body of the young girl had turned red. It was unclear whether it was from the cold or from fear.
If she didn't move, she resembled a jade sculpture of "blood in the snow."
But she couldn't stay still, because the popsicle inside her lower body was slowly melting within her vaginal walls, icy water flowing from her opening, running down her legs. She swayed her legs from side to side, as if trying to shake off the water droplets, but it was ineffective; the water droplets would freeze back into ice droplets before they even reached her knees.
And the most unbearable thing was the penis above her. Although it was hot, the explosive, stabbing pain was even more numbing than the icy pain in her lower body. Fortunately, the penis wasn't moving around wildly, otherwise her mouth would have already split open. But even so, she still had to move it back and forth herself so that she could insert the entire penis into her mouth.
Even a split lip can feel pain, but unless she swallows the penis, she won't feel any pain at all, because the dead don't feel pain. Unless she can kill the man before her who killed her parents, reducing her from a princess to a slave. Unfortunately, she was born delicate, lacking both her mother's renowned "Flying Phoenix Needle" and her father's "Amorous Swordplay." Moreover, her parents hadn't even managed to unleash a single Flying Phoenix Needle or use their Heartless Sword against this man.
Perhaps she could bite off the penis to avenge herself. But she knew that, not only was her mouth stuffed full, rendering her teeth unable to move, but even if she could, with her jaw strength, biting off this penis harder than iron was impossible. She didn't possess her father's "Little Heavenly Star" internal energy cultivation, nor her mother's innate soft palm internal strength. After all, she was just an eleven-year-old girl, hairless and flat-chested.
Who could save her?
The penis, soaked in the juices in her mouth, seemed to swell again; any larger, and the girl's small mouth would be torn open. Fortunately, the penis was pulled out of her mouth.
Bai Lian'er felt as if all her strength had been drained, collapsing onto the snow. As if she had escaped death, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly she was lifted up like a rag doll.
Then she saw a face, a face that could absolutely be called handsome. If the martial arts world were to hold a "Top Ten Beauties" contest, this person would definitely be on it.
If she hadn't just experienced it, she wouldn't have believed that such a handsome face could be on a man's body. It should have been a woman's face, yet it was on a seven-foot-tall man. A woman's face, a man's body—like an angel's face and a devil's heart, it was terrifying. But compared to the penis below that was about to pierce her mouth, she felt it was nothing.
"Do you think I'm a pervert? Do you think you're living in hell?"
The boy laughed maniacally.
Bai Lian finally cried.
"Haha. You think this is what pain is? This is what unbearable suffering is? Hahahahahaha!" The man laughed wildly, but his face twisted, making his originally handsome features even more frightening.
"Let me tell you what pain is. What unbearable agony is. Compared to the evil your father committed against my family, what I did was practically merciful. Do you know how he slaughtered my entire family? Thirty-seven people, not a single one left. Even my two-month-old brother was trampled to death. If I hadn't been lucky enough to be thrown into the well by my mother, I wouldn't have escaped the clutches of that demon, Bai Tu. It was the same weather, though not as cold as here, the water was still bone-chilling, but I could only soak in the well, listening to my family's screams and cries for help, one after another reaching my ears, while I couldn't go out to save them. I could only soak in the cold water, not daring to even breathe, for two whole hours. Two hours, do you know how I got through those two hours?"
The man's face twisted even more as he spoke. It seemed that even thinking about his ordeal during those two hours filled him with dread.
"For two hours, your father and his gang tortured my family in my house. Only after all the noise subsided did I desperately crawl out. But when I got out, not a single one of my family members was alive. My mother was not far from the well, her spine broken by a single blow; my father had a sword pierced his throat; my sister's left hand was severed; the steward's right hand was broken; Xiaoyu's face was ripped apart; Xiaohong had a small arrow stuck in her face; Xiaomei's mouth was torn in two..."
"Don't say it, don't say it, I beg you, please don't say it..."
"Are you scared? Hahahaha! Do you know how your father died? I tortured him to death. I made him experience every cruelty he inflicted on my family."
"And my mother? She didn't harm your family, why did you kill her?"
"Why? Because she's Bai Tu's wife! This is the price she paid for her wrong choice. Do you know how the women in my family were raped and humiliated by your father and his gang of beasts before they died?
Just look at your mother. Hahahaha!"
Looking at this madman, Bai Lian'er even forgot to argue.
"By the way, I have fifteen women in my family. I only vented on your mother thirteen times, so I still owe you two. Just now, that was already a rare treat for you. Let's say you got one, you still owe one."
Bai Lian'er felt no gratitude for his merciful calculation, nor did she dare to answer.
If she had felt any pity for this man before, his impending actions had filled that last bit of space with terror.
The man grabbed her frozen, red, small white legs, forcefully spread them apart, then used his forearm to cup her buttocks, while his other hand gripped his iron rod. With a move called "Straight to the Yellow Dragon," he was even more skilled, accurate, and effective than "Iron Sword Prince" Bai Hua, directly targeting Bai Lian's cervix. It was as fast as an arrow. Bai Lian'er had no time to prepare, and couldn't possibly have been. She only felt a red-hot iron rod pierce through the ice and plunge straight into the depths of her inner core... Without any reaction, Bai Lian'er fainted.
"What a brilliant move, 'Straight to the Heart of the Dragon'!" Ding
Qi felt as if someone was praising him behind his back. But would anyone applaud him here and now? Just as he was about to turn around, before his neck had fully turned, a dazzling light pierced his eyes, and a chill stronger than an ice spike shot straight to his back.
Ding Qi retreated rapidly, spinning seven or eight times in mid-air. His face had barely turned when the needle was already close to his back.
As he retreated, Ding Qi's right hand lightly touched Bai Lian'er's body, sealing three acupoints on her back. At the same time, his right hand flipped, revealing a Flying Phoenix Needle, which he had taken from Sun Feifeng. With a flick of his middle finger, the needle flew out, aiming straight for the attacker's brow. If the attacker didn't retreat, he would be hit by the needle first, and even then, he might not be able to pierce Ding Qi's back with his sword, because this needle was no slower than Sun Feifeng's, and arguably even better. Because it was used hastily. If the attacker was prepared and it was an assassination attempt, he would know he couldn't dodge it.
"Clang!" "
The attacker flicked his wrist, knocking the needle away, and his assassination attempt ended in failure. He knew he had five others with him. He hoped they would be better than him and achieve something, at least injuring Ding Qi. He knew that even his own ambush had almost backfired, so it would be best if someone else could injure him.
As he expected, the other five's attempts were equally ineffective; some were even stabbed by Ding Qi instead.
The second attacker also used a sword, the 'Mandarin Duck Swords' of Meng Qin. As soon as
Ding Qi launched his Flying Phoenix Needle, Meng Qin used 'Lying Cloud Double Flight,' stabbing Ding Qi's right hand with his left sword and his carotid artery with his right. Meng Qin thought he had succeeded, because at least eight or ten martial arts masters had died from this move.
This was the most difficult and powerful move in the 'Flying Cloud Swords,' with forty-nine variations. No matter where the opponent dodged, they couldn't escape his 'double kill.'" Even a direct confrontation would be fatal, let alone an attack launched from behind. But he forgot that even the assassination attempt by "Iron Sword Prince" Bai Hua failed; how could he possibly harm Ding Qi?
Meng Qin was about to laugh when suddenly he lost sight of his enemy, and then felt a sharp prick on his carotid artery.
If it weren't for the third person's tiger-headed saber, he might have been ambushed himself.
The tiger-headed saber wielded the "Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber." The saber was like a fierce tiger, each strike sharp and swift, piercing straight to the bone; those struck would either die or be severely injured. But he was a fierce tiger, and Ding Qi was a majestic dragon.
"Dragon Soars to the Nine Heavens," "Swallow Flies Through the Sky," Ding Qi's needle pierced the tiger-headed saber in mid-air, breaking it in two. Then it gently landed on a tree.
The tree was as thick as a person could embrace, but its leaves had all fallen, leaving bare, withered branches like ghostly hands, not even accumulating snow. But at that moment, hundreds of ghostly hands moved simultaneously, like hundreds of sharp swords piercing towards Ding Qi and Bai Lian'er in his arms.
Ding Qi, instead of rising, plummeted, still holding Bai Lian'er in one arm and the Flying Phoenix Needle in the other, while his feet spun like a whirlwind. The branches that touched his feet snapped off and flew in all directions, and Ding Qi flew out from among the broken branches. With a thud, a dark shadow fell from the heart of the tree onto the snow, a Flying Phoenix Needle now embedded in its brow.
Just as Ding Qi's feet touched the ground, they were suddenly grabbed and pulled downwards. At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his left foot. His attacker was hiding in the snow, and his hands were trained in hard martial arts like the Yin Wind Claw.
Ding Qi remained calm. He pushed off with his right leg, then kicked upwards, simultaneously tilting his head back to form an "iron bridge." Ding Qi's back slammed heavily downwards; if the attacker hadn't dodged, he would have been severely injured. However, the attacker in the snow didn't give up. His right hand continued to pull Ding Qi's left foot downwards, as he couldn't see Ding Qi's movements.
Instead of his back slamming down, Ding Qi swiftly extended his free right hand, pressed it into the ground, and then transferred all the downward force of his body to his left leg. His left leg kicked upwards with all his might, looking from a distance like he was doing a somersault.
The man in the snow hadn't expected Ding Qi to use this move. He thought that with the force of Ding Qi's hasty upward leap, he could easily pull him down to the ground, especially since he had already pressed the pressure points on Ding Qi's foot. He thought he could easily capture Ding Qi, but instead, he was lifted up from the snow by Ding Qi's left foot, like a radish being pulled up.
Snowflakes filled the air, and in his panic, the man in the snow unconsciously released the pressure points on Ding Qi. Before he could even understand what was happening, a sharp pain shot through his chest, as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer. He flew seven feet away, landing with a thud on the snow, and then slid another seven feet.
Snow began to fall again.
Ding Qi stood upside down in the snow, one hand on the ground. A naked girl was in his arms. Perhaps Ding Qi's kick had been too forceful, as it had also pushed forward in his groin, pushing the icicle inside him further in, thus waking the unconscious Bai Lian'er.
Bai Lian slowly opened her eyes and saw that face that had made her dizzy again, but now it was handsome and no longer distorted. Strangely, the snow was less than a foot away from her face. Then she realized she was still in his arms, but he was upside down. The pain in her lower body rushed down to her entire body and into her brain, almost making her faint again. She opened her mouth to cry out.
She tried to break free from Ding Qi's embrace, but immediately found that she couldn't move any part of her body except for the throbbing pain in her mouth.
The feeling of being alone was already unbearable, let alone being upside down like this. Bai Lian didn't know what this madman meant by making this crazy move again. Unfortunately, she couldn't turn her head and couldn't see how many other people were there besides the two of them, some of whom she knew, and some of whom were her relatives. Otherwise, she would have fainted immediately again.
Ding Qi supported himself with his right hand on the ground, seemingly with no intention of changing his position. It wasn't that he was trying to be cool or show off. He also wanted to stand up, but he didn't dare.
The assassination attempt just now was like hunting. Although I was unaware of their presence, they couldn't attack at close range, so they couldn't unleash their full power, and I managed to dodge them all. But now, with five people surrounding me, even though I injured three and broke one's weapon, even if I could dodge three or even four, I definitely couldn't avoid the fifth. And the fifth person is very likely the one who ambushed me first, the one with the highest martial arts skills. He seems to be Bai Tu's brother, Bai Hua, known as the "Iron Sword Prince." The one
wielding twin swords must be his sworn brother, Meng Qin, the Mandarin Duck Swordsman. The skinny man wielding the tiger-head saber is Bai Hua's brother-in-law, Peng Wudao, the "Sick Tiger" of the "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber." The one attacking me from the tree is Sun Feifeng's younger brother, Sun Jiudong, the "Groundhog." I've heard he's a master at digging holes, and his skill at digging holes in people is also quite good. If I hadn't been quick-witted, I might have more than nine holes in my body.
The one I kicked must be Bai Hua's wife, Peng Yubi, the "Snow Red." As expected, it was hidden in the snow. The kick I gave it must have drawn blood; this time it was truly "Snow Red."
Suddenly, an ominous premonition rose in Ding Qi's heart. Oh no! He suddenly remembered that "Snow Red" had a sister: "Blood Fairy" Tang Hua. "Snow Red" appeared from the "snow," and "Blood Fairy" would surely appear from the "blood."
Sure enough, a soft sound came from the snow—the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the snow, indicating how swift the thrust was.
Without thinking, Ding Qi instinctively flipped his right hand, striking a section of the sword blade to the left. The blade bent slightly, still aiming for Ding Qi's head. Ding Qi tilted his head to the side, bending his face and biting down on the section of the sword blade that was already aimed at his nostril. At the same time, his left hand slammed down on the ground, and his body leaped upwards. His left leg kicked out sharply backward.
Behind him was the injured "Snow Red." With a hook of her left foot, she caught Bai Lian'er's bottom as she was about to fall, her arms gone.
"Xue Li Hong" hated that right foot. She didn't back down. "Tiger's Roar Breaks the Sky" swiftly slashed at Ding Qi's right ankle, intending to sever it at the wrist. But it seemed that this foot was determined to defeat her today. She clearly saw that she had struck Ding Qi's right ankle, but instead, she was kicked in the right wrist. She didn't know that Ding Qi's kick was called "Cloud Piercing Kick." She failed to break through, and instead, she was pierced through the clouds.
Just as "Xue Li Hong" was about to strike Ding Qi, the other five launched their attack.
Peng Wudao's sword broke, but he still used the broken blade to strike Ding Qi's back with "Tiger Leaps Over Dragon Pool."
Sun Jiudong, perhaps wanting to add more holes to Ding Qi's body, grabbed at Ding Qi's ribs with "Bone-Piercing Ghost Claw Hand."
Meng Qin's twin swords were an obstacle, but he also thrust his sword at Ding Qi's left foot.
Bai Hua's martial arts were the highest. But he chose the easiest target to stab—Bai Lian'er, who was attached to Ding Qi. He had several reasons: she was a large target, making it difficult for Ding Qi to move around; even if he couldn't stab Ding Qi, injuring his person would throw him into disarray, and disarray would lead to defeat. However, he didn't know that the person he was stabbing wasn't a relative of Ding Qi, but rather his enemy, his own niece. Holding her wasn't a good thing either. He was deflowering her. Of course, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
But even if he knew, he would still stab her. To eliminate an enemy like Ding Qi, he didn't care about sacrificing a few more people; no matter how close others were, their lives were more important than his own. Besides, he could claim it was to cleanse his family's reputation, because if word got out about Bai Lian'er, he would never be able to hold his head high in the martial arts world.
It seemed Ding Qi couldn't escape this time; a few more holes, and it looked like he was going to bleed a few drops.
However, Bai Hua and the others were wrong. Since the first attempt failed when Ding Qi was completely unaware, and Ding Qi had just breached Bai Lian'er's defenses and was in the midst of his excitement, it wouldn't work this time either.
Just as Peng Yubi was about to strike his right ankle with her "Cloud Piercing Kick," Ding Qi kicked her right wrist first, sending her knife flying towards Sun Jiudong beside her. Sun Jiudong, gloating over his revenge, was about to poke several more holes in Ding Qi's neck when something suddenly flew straight at him. Not wanting multiple bowl-sized holes in his neck, he decided to avoid Ding Qi's attacks. He ducked and rolled into the hole where "Snow Red" had just attacked Ding Qi, dodging the knife.
Ding Qi had neutralized the attacks of "Snow Red" and Sun Jiudong with a single kick. But there were still four people left. Peng Wudao, though only having five knives and wielding a broken blade, was also known as "Sick Tiger," but he wasn't called "Sick Cat," he was "Sick Tiger." In this situation, his "Tiger Leaps Over the Dragon Pool" attack had no extra limbs to counter, and he couldn't turn to dodge. So his strike succeeded; he felt the broken blade pierce through Ding Qi's cloak and into his back. However, he could only pierce the flesh two inches before he could not go any further, because a needle had appeared in the web of his hand—a Flying Phoenix Needle.
Ding Qi kicked Peng Yubi, and with a flick of his right wrist, the Flying Phoenix Needle flew out, wounding Peng Wudao. Otherwise, his broken sword would have been completely embedded in his back, and he would have been doomed. But even so, survival was not easy for him. Meng Qin's left-hand sword had reached his ankle, and the deep chill of the sword tip had penetrated his muscles, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
His left foot was hooked around Bai Lian'er's little bottom; he couldn't let go, otherwise, Bai Lian would fall. Even if he could disregard Bai Lian'er's life, he couldn't let her fall, because if she fell, she would block his view. If he couldn't even see his opponent's attack, he would die even faster. He dared not let go.
With that sudden chill, Ding Qi involuntarily shifted his buttocks forward. This movement caused Bai Lian in his arms to tense up, as the iron rod inside pushed the ice rod in two more inches; any further and it might pierce her uterus. Bai Lian felt a sharp pain, and her vaginal walls involuntarily contracted. Ding Qi's thrust pushed her buttocks backward, and then she felt something even colder pierce between her buttocks. Goosebumps rose on both sides of her buttocks. It also stimulated her small, exposed red anus, causing it to contract inward—it was less than a fraction of an inch away from severing her buttocks in two.
That was Meng Qin's left hand.
Then, a still slightly warm liquid flowed down the blade, dripping from Bai Lian's open anus. Bai Lian's small anus contracted and stimulated again, absorbing Ding Qi's drop of blood. Finally, she had avenged a little of her blood feud.
That was blood from Ding Qi's left calf. However, Meng Qin's sword could only slice off a piece of his skin, and before he could even change his move, his right foot kicked the tip of the sword, causing Meng Qin to lose his grip. The sword was pulled back, and the hilt pierced his own left arm bone.
At this moment, Ding Qi used the force of his left hand and the force of his right kick to launch himself into the air, and Bai Hua's sword, which was aimed at Bai Lian's back, was now aimed at his back.
"Clang!"
The sword struck. Unfortunately, it didn't pierce Ding Qi's back. Instead, it pierced the broken blade of Peng Wudao, which was still embedded in his back muscle. The remaining five inches of Peng Wudao's broken blade were gone, flying out along with the hilt.
This was the second round of attacks. Ding Qi was injured in the back and the foot. As for the other six, Peng Yubi's sword was out of his hand, Sun Jiudong went into the cave, Peng Wudao's sword was broken and his hand was injured, Meng Qin lost his left sword and was injured in the left arm, and Bai Hua and "Blood Immortal" returned empty-handed.
But Ding Qi had already stood up, escaping the passive, defensive situation.
The real duel had begun!
One against six. Moreover, Ding Qi was carrying someone and his left leg was injured. He could only use one hand and one foot to deal with six opponents. Six masters.
But Bai Hua knew their chances of winning were slim; the outcome was uncertain, and their side might even have a lower chance, because Ding Qi could drop the little girl at any moment to free his other hand to fight them.
He recognized the little girl clinging to Ding Qi like a gecko, and Ding Qi's weapon was merely a Flying Phoenix Needle he'd taken from someone else.
But they couldn't retreat. Retreat meant death, advance meant death. They had to fight; perhaps with all six of them combined, they might have a chance. In a one-on-one fight, no one could last three moves against Ding Qi. He had witnessed his brother's death. His martial arts weren't much better than Bai Tu's, and with Sun Feifeng added to the mix, he was destined to lose. Even with his brother and sister-in-law combined, they hadn't even finished two moves.
The snow fell heavier and heavier.
The six people stood like six ice sculptures in the cold wind. In an instant, each of them was covered with layers of white snowflakes, like wearing a snow hat.
At this moment, someone softly hummed. Then the final battle began.
The first to attack was "Blood Immortal". A bone-piercing needle, two short arrows, three willow-leaf knives, four iron caltrops, and five poisonous flowers were all thrown at Ding Qi and Bai Lian'er in his arms. As expected of the best among the younger generation of the "Tang Clan of Shu", this "Fairy Scattering Flowers" move alone was something few in the martial arts world could dodge, and even fewer could withstand.
But Ding Qi seemed to have specifically practiced this method of dealing with Tang Hua. With a swift turn, he dodged the bone-piercing needles and poisonous flowers, grabbed three willow-leaf daggers with his right hand, sliced through two short arrows, knocked away four iron caltrops, and then thrust one of the daggers downwards, piercing through Sun Jiudong's "Ghost Claw Hand" that had emerged from the hole. Another dagger was thrust back, embedding itself in the sole of Peng Wudao's right foot as he kicked. Peng Wudao cried out and fell to the ground. Another willow-leaf dagger from Ding Qi had flown into his throat. He had used a knife in his life, and his death was also a death by a knife; it seemed his name, Peng Wudao, was indeed accurate. However, he only suffered two blows before dying, not five.
Who uttered that soft cry? It was none other than Bai Lian'er in Ding Qi's arms, because in this situation, none of the men facing off dared to make the first move. Bai Lian'er, however, was unaffected. Moreover, she didn't understand martial arts and couldn't sense the murderous aura emanating from them, which was even colder than the wind. She felt a chill only deep within her lower body. The popsicle had melted under the heat of her vaginal walls, and the icy water, blocked by Ding Qi's penis, flowed into her uterus. The popsicle, now the size of a little finger, slid in with the icy water and pressed against the walls of her uterus.
She couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
But that one cry would cost Peng Wudao, the leader of the "Five Tigers Severing the Gate" swords, his life!
A woman's cry could cost a man his life. It was indeed true.
Not only Peng Wudao lost his life, but so did the Mandarin Duck Swords.
Meng Qin's left hand was injured, but thankfully he still had his right, and thankfully he wielded dual swords. The only problem was that he had encountered Ding Qi.
His right-hand Mandarin Duck Swords were still aimed at Ding Qi's right carotid artery, but he only pierced halfway before switching his target to Bai Lian'er's right carotid artery. Behind Bai Lian'er's right carotid artery was Ding Qi's heart, which was his true target.
Perhaps it was the sting of the carotid artery in his neck where Ding Qi's needle had pierced him, or the pain in his left arm, or perhaps it was the sight of Bai Lian's naked body that made him unable to bear harming such a perfect little girl; his movements trembled for a moment. Then he didn't stab any further. Because his sword had already been crushed inch by inch by Ding Shou's right hand, the "Broken Branch Hand," before the sensation could even reach his brain, his entire right hand was completely shattered, and finally his neck bone. His last sight was of Sun Jiudong, whose body was riddled with holes by Tang Hua's hidden weapons, flying towards him, and then the two of them fell together, never to rise again.
Bai Lian cried out softly again. After Ding Qi killed Meng Qin, he leaped back and kicked Sun Jiudong, who had just flown out of the hole. His buttocks inevitably moved backward, and his penis pulled back a bit. The fleshy ridge at the tip of his penis scraped against the flesh wall, and the tingling sensation made Bai Lian tremble all over. Fortunately, she had been acupunctured, otherwise she would have been electrocuted and fallen backward.
Ding Qi's kick sent Sun Jiudong, already in mid-air, flying another five feet. Then, with his left hand, he pulled Bai Lian tightly into his arms, thrusting his penis in again, fully penetrating her previously incomplete opening. If Bai Lian hadn't been somewhat accustomed to this frenzied excitement, she would have fainted again. Even so, Bai Lian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she let out a loud cry.
Then Ding Qi moved again. With each sweep and kick of his feet, Bai Lian felt the hot, thick penis inside her thrusting and withdrawing, melting not only the ice inside her but also her vagina and uterus. She felt herself flying.
Sun Jiudong not only felt himself flying, but also very high. He saw not only the sky full of snow but also the ground covered in snowflakes. In the snow, Ding Qi kicked towards "Blood Immortal" Tang Hua. Tang Hua retreated hastily, her hands flashing out fifteen more hidden weapons aimed at Ding Qi flying through the snowflakes.
Those who wield hidden weapons are usually also highly skilled in light-footed martial arts. Tang Hua was called "Blood Fairy," not only because her "Fairy Scattering Flowers" technique could leave people covered in bloody holes, but also because her light-footed martial arts were like a fairy dancing in the snow.
Tang Hua truly became a fairy dancing in the snow. However, her whole body was covered in blood, fifteen flying phoenix needles had pierced fifteen bloody holes, making her a true "Blood Fairy." Fortunately, none of her fifteen needles were fatal; they only sealed her acupoints. But some people were not so lucky. They also had fifteen holes, but at least nine of them could have killed them.
Sun Jiudong.
All fifteen hidden weapons Tang Hua threw hit him.
"Bang!"
He was already dead before he fell. And he just happened to crash into Meng Qin, the Mandarin Duck Swordsman, and they both fell to the ground.
It was a pity that they were both men, otherwise they would have truly become a pair of mandarin ducks on the ground.
They weren't the only ones to fall; Tang Hua, whose acupoints were sealed, had already plummeted from the sky, landing on a pile of withered branches that Sun Jiudong had broken to stab Ding Qi.
Though withered, the branches were still hard, sharp as sword tips. Tang Hua couldn't move, so she was still pricked by some of the branches, but thankfully avoided them.
"Snow Red," having lost her knife, used these branches as a sword, wielding the "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber" to thrust directly at Ding Qi.
Although the weapon was unsuitable, Peng Yubi still managed to strike Ding Qi.
Ding Qi's hand seemed to be waiting for her to strike, so of course, she struck him on the first try. Peng Yubi thought the branch sword had pierced through her palm, because the withered branches in her hand hadn't been obstructed, and her hand was getting closer and closer to Ding Qi's.
Of course, she saw clearly that the withered branches broke off piece by piece, like piercing a block of iron. Before her elation could even rise, she was stunned.
Ding Qi casually pressed the Tianjiao acupoint on his chest.
Then... Slowly turning around, he coldly stared at Bai Hua, who remained frozen in place.
Whether stunned by Ding Qi's murderous methods or knowing he was no match for him, Bai Hua remained still.
After a long pause, he finally asked, "Who are you? Who exactly are you?"
"Ten years ago, Yanxia Ridge, Yanxia Manor."
"Yan...Yan...Yan...Chang...Kong...What's your relationship with Yan Changkong?" Upon hearing the word "Yan," Bai Hua's tongue seemed to freeze in a cold wind.
Ding Qi didn't answer, only letting out a cold snort.
"You're his son? You're really not dead?" Bai Hua seemed stunned by a fear of some unseen divine will.
"It was Heaven that wouldn't let me die, that made me stay to avenge the blood debt of the thirty-seven lives of the Yan family."
"After the massacre of the village, when they were counting the bodies, my elder brother said that Yan Changkong had a mistress who was still alive. They only found two corpses. They wanted to eliminate the root of the problem, so they set fire to the village before leaving. Surprisingly, you weren't burned to death."
"I should thank you for setting that fire. If it weren't for that fire, even if I could have come out of the well, I would have frozen to death. Watching my family members die one by one, burned and blackened by the raging fire, do you know how I felt at that time? I only had two words in my heart: 'revenge.' For the past ten years, the meaning of my life has only been these two words. I've been waiting for this day, when I can finally bear to see my enemies and return to them the evil they inflicted on my family, one by one, to appease the spirits of my loved ones in heaven." Ding Qi spoke these words calmly, as if he were talking about someone else's affairs, without even blinking.
"Release my uncle. Let me bear the consequences of their crimes alone." Bai Lian'er already knew Bai Hua recognized him, and thought that since she couldn't live anyway if people found out, death was a relief compared to Ding Qi's punishment. Ding
Qi acted as if he hadn't heard her, not even answering her.
"You've already inflicted the crimes your family suffered on my parents. Even if there's still something to repay, haven't I already repaid you in full? What more do you want?" Bai Lian'er cried and pleaded, her tears freezing into crystal droplets under her eyelids. Suddenly
, Bai Lian'er stuck out her tongue and licked Ding Qi's chest, her lower body tightening like a hand, biting down on Ding Qi's large penis.
Ding Qi didn't expect Bai Lian'er to do this. His lower body throbbed, and he almost ejaculated. His eyes involuntarily closed, and his whole body relaxed.
Bai Hua, who could sit among the Ten Great Swordsmen of the Martial World, was certainly no ordinary person. How could he not seize such a great opportunity?
"Straight to the Heart of the Dragon!"
This sword strike unleashed his full power, for he knew it was his final blow; another misstep meant certain death.
With a hiss,
the sword pierced Ding Qi's left chest. Blood splattered, jolting Bai Hua out of his near-despair. But the blood also blurred his vision, allowing him to see Ding Qi's expression.
He knew his own expression must be contorted with pain, for he heard again the same sound Meng Qin had made before his death.
This time, however, the sharp cracking came from his own hand. Like a string of firecrackers, when he fell, not a single bone remained intact. His hands, neck, and chest were broken by Ding Qi's right hand, his legs by his left. The palm strike above his head shattered his skull, splitting his face into seven pieces, and then the force of the "Purple Cloud Divine Skill" traveled down his spine to his femur, shattering every bone in his body that wasn't broken.
"Ah, if my elder brother had become the 'Master of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance,' we wouldn't be afraid of his revenge. Why must we hide? Hiding here and there, we'll inevitably die in the end." "
The technique I used to kill you is called 'Broken Branch Hand,' one of the seven techniques from the 'Yanxia Secret Manual' that you all wanted to steal from my family." These were the last words Bai Hua heard.
As blood spurted from her mouth, splattering onto Ding Qi's body and Bai Lian'er's back and face in her arms, Bai Lian'er screamed and finally fainted again.
When she awoke, she was wrapped in a fur coat.
The snow was still falling.
She only hoped the snow would keep falling, burying her here forever.
The sky remained unchanged.
But what about the people?
The people hadn't changed either.
Bai Hua remained collapsed on the snow-covered ground, his body covered in snow. The blood flowing from the holes in Sun Jiudong's body had long been frozen by the thick snow. Meng Qin lay beneath him, the snow almost completely covering him. Peng Wudao could only see the knife in his throat; he was too thin.
Dead silence.
Except for one person moving.
He wore only a white, tight-fitting garment on his upper body, his lower body bare. His legs weren't red from the cold, but rather glistening with sweat. Snowflakes falling on them melted into wisps of white vapor.
Beneath him, two pale bodies knelt before him, hands on the ground, supporting their bodies. Their two plump, round, milky buttocks were raised high, their anuses facing upwards, towards him.
One of them had about twenty bloody holes, fifteen small needle-like holes, and several holes pierced by withered twigs. She was being frantically penetrated by a man's elephant-sized penis.
Tang Hua, though unmarried, was a renowned woman of loose morals in the martial arts world. But this last opening in her cave had never been pierced by anything before, yet today it was not only being cultivated, but so ruthlessly. It was practically "a torrential downpour forcing the flowers to bloom." A truly horrific sight.
In and out, rushing forward and backward. Ding Qi was like a wild horse, galloping wildly across the grassland. But Tang Hua's place couldn't even touch the edge of the grassland. There were neither flowers nor grass, not even a single blade of grass at the other cave entrance not far away. It was even cleaner than Bai Lian'er's place when she was only eleven years old.
A desert horse galloping, the wind barely blowing.
Ding Qi galloped across Tang Hua's desert, though there was no sandstorm, there was snowmelt splashing—snow from the sky, water from inside the cave.
As Ding Qi charged forward, the falling snow melted instantly upon landing on them. The intense movement, combined with the seven layers of "Purple Cloud Divine Skill" within Ding Qi, made them resemble two pieces of red-hot iron stuck together. The snow water evaporated into vapor, enveloping them in a hazy mist, like immortals in a painting. The
sounds of Ding Qi's ferocious exertion, Tang Hua's soft moans, and the slapping of Ding Qi's genitals against Tang Hua's buttocks, carried by the wind and snow, reached the ears of Peng Yubi, kneeling nearby, and Bai Lian'er, not far away… Looking at this eerie and alluring scene: white snow, red blood, corpses, naked women… Bai Lian suddenly felt nauseous, but she didn't. She heard another voice in the wind: "Thirteen. Mother, I have avenged you—rest in peace."
Tang Hua was dead.
No one can be penetrated thirteen times in a row and lose their yin essence. Even if she practices martial arts, unless she knows some kind of technique like replenishing yin with yang energy, Tang Hua doesn't. Besides, Ding Qi is penetrating her anus, so she can't replenish yin with yang energy.
Looking at Tang Hua's still contracting anus, Ding Qi didn't feel the pleasure after the brutality; he only felt a sense of emptiness. Even if he avenged his mother, what good would it do? His mother still wouldn't come back to life. Killing them only left him with emptiness, endless emptiness. For the past ten years, his life had revolved around revenge, so at least he had a goal. But now all his enemies were dead. What was the point of his life? Even snowflakes have a place to land and melt into water. What about me? I have nowhere to go.
Looking at Peng Yubi's two black holes pointing upwards, Ding Qi felt himself sinking deeply into them as well.
I sink, I sink, I wish to sink into it forever… “Please spare my aunt, don’t kill anymore. You’ve already avenged your uncle and the others, but my aunt didn’t kill your family, please spare her!”
Bai Lian’er’s pitiful cries startled Ding Qi, who was playing “deeply” in the dark cave behind Peng Yubi.
Ding Qi looked at “Snow Red” beneath him. Whether from excitement or cold, her whole body was as red as a boiled shrimp, kneeling in the snow. Her smooth back and full buttocks were covered in snow water, as if she had just come out of a bath.
The pleading in Bai Lian’er’s tearful eyes made Ding Qi’s heart tremble. He wanted to go over and hug her immediately, and gently wipe away the tears on her face with his mouth.
"Please let her go, okay? Even if you kill her, what will you gain? Now you've even killed Aunt Tang, are you happy now? Stop killing people, okay? If you're going to kill someone, kill me instead!"
"Why don't you plead for yourself?"
"Will you spare her? Will you let me go?"
"Do you want to die?"
"If my death can make you spare Aunt, I'm willing to die. Only when I die will the hatred between our two families stop."
Suddenly, Ding Qi had a brilliant idea: I don't even know what I'm doing right now, how could I have the heart to kill them? But even if I can stop, the hatred between us won't stop. This knot can only be untied by the next generation. And the best outcome is that my children are the children of my enemies, then they will have the hatred of their father and the hatred of their mother. Perhaps in this way, all the love and hatred will cancel each other out and vanish like smoke.
"If I die, the hatred between us will also stop. Why don't you try to kill me?"
"Can I kill you?"
"Yes! There is a situation where a woman can easily kill a man."
Bai Lian'er was still young and hadn't understood what that situation was. But when she saw Ding Qi walking towards her with that hideous, menacing thing erect, she understood.
And so… in the cold wind and flying snow, two snow-white bodies tumbled and rolled, moving forward and backward, embracing each other, man behind woman, woman on top… Love? Hate? Affection? Hatred?
No one could figure it out, no one could. Only gasps and gasps echoed in the wind and snow, soaring towards the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, towards the heavens… Bai Lian'er felt herself rising faster and faster with Ding Qi, her soul seemingly thrown into the air, then exploding like a firework, her body shattering into pieces, scattering like snowflakes in the storm… In a hazy dream, Bai Lian'er faintly heard a voice from the wind: “From now on, I will revert to my original name, no longer Ding Qi, I am called Yan—Nan—Tian—”

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