[The Allure of Martial Souls] Chapter One: Cold Moon Palace

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Chapter One: Cold Moon Palace
A flock of silver butterflies danced in the wind, fluttering around a fiery red flower.
Kneeling before the thorny flowerbed was a beautiful girl of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in white.
Her features were delicate and graceful, her figure exquisite, defying description, like a fairy from a painting. She
held a stack of colored paper in her hands, folding it into glossy, vibrant paper butterflies. Her slender, jade-like
fingers gently manipulated the paper in her palm, and in no time, a brightly colored, folded paper butterfly
appeared in her hand.
The girl placed it on the back of her smooth, white hand, examining it closely for a while, becoming completely mesmerized. She stretched
out a slender, delicate finger and gently stroked the brightly colored butterfly wings, sighing softly, "Paper butterfly, oh paper butterfly,
though you are so beautiful, you cannot speak to me. What use are you to me if I pluck you?"
Just as she was about to put it down, she suddenly heard someone behind her sneer, "Heh heh, you little slut
, you're in heat again. Haven't had any pleasure down there for three days and it's itching again? Come, come, let this old man give you a good pampering."
The girl was terrified at the sound of this and hurriedly stood up and turned around. She gave a slight curtsy to the newcomer and said, "This
subordinate, Zi Die, greets Protector Yin. May I ask what business Protector Yin has with me?"
Protector Yin, who was about forty years old, was quite ugly. He had a hooked nose with two large, copper-bell-like eyes,
and his mustache stood on end like a bush of steel needles. Upon hearing this, he snorted and said with great displeasure, "Ca
n't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" As he spoke, he stretched out a thin, bony hand and grabbed Zi Die's firm
breasts, kneading them wantonly.
"Protector Yin... Protector Yin..." Zi Die's delicate body trembled slightly, and her hands instinctively tried to push him away.
Seeing Zi Die's hesitation and coy movements, Protector Yin's old face darkened. "What? You don't want to?"
He kneaded even harder with his fingers.
A wave of pleasurable sensations gradually spread from her breasts throughout her body. Zi Die's pretty face flushed red, and she said coyly,
"No...yes...I...that...um...of course I'm willing...it's just inconvenient to do it here
. If Protector Yin wants to enjoy himself, let's go to the room...I will certainly do my best to serve you."
Protector Yin chuckled lewdly, "No problem, no problem. I'm in a good mood today. Let's have a good
time here." He touched her breast with one hand and reached for Zi Die's private parts with the other.
Zi Die gasped, her body trembling violently. She thought, "Is he going to humiliate me again?" She then gently shook
her head and said, "Protector Yin, why don't we go to your room and I'll serve you properly? There are too many people here; it wouldn't be good if someone saw us
."
Protector Yin didn't seem to care. "What's there to be afraid of? It's not like we haven't done it before. Besides, I have other important matters to attend to
; how can I delay like this? Quickly, let's finish this quickly; I can't wait any longer." He then hurriedly pulled down his pants,
revealing a swollen, purplish-black penis. "Quickly, use your little mouth to help me cool down."
Zi Die was feeling ashamed when she suddenly heard a woman's voice calling from afar, "Sister Zi Die, come quickly to your sister
! The Palace Master needs your help!" Hearing this
, Zi Die felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately cast a pitiful look at Protector Yin.
Hearing this, Protector Yin cursed, "Damn it! Of all times to come and ruin my
good time, you little slut! Wait till I get back, I'll fuck you to death!" He shoved Zi Die aside,
pulled up his pants, and said sullenly, "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? A few pretty boys from the Kunwu Sect are coming. You little whore
are in for it."
Zi Die blushed, whispered her farewell, and ran away as fast as she could. In a few steps, she escaped the courtyard, passed through
several fan-shaped gates, and arrived at a narrow alley paved with white jade stones. She looked up and saw a
pretty young woman in her early twenties, dressed in purple, standing gracefully before her.
The look in her large, bright eyes seemed to hold both sorrow and pity.
Seeing this, Zi Die's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "Thank you so much, sister, for saving me again."
The woman in purple, noticing Zi Die's slightly red eyes, knew she was heartbroken. She gently took Zi Die's slender, snow-white hand
and sighed softly, "Good sister, don't be sad. We are born to be lowly,
destined to be bullied. This is all I can do for you. If anything happens in the future, you'll have to bear it yourself
."
A hint of gratitude appeared in Zi Die's eyes as she said, "Sister Zi Yun, haven't you thought about escaping?
If you could escape this den of thieves, you wouldn't have to suffer these people's humiliation anymore."
Zi Yun's expression changed slightly, and she quickly... She pointed to her lips and whispered, "Silly girl, keep your voice down. If someone hears,
they'll torture you to death. Besides, even if we escape the palace, where can we go? We've
grown up in this Cold Moon Palace, and we've both been poisoned. We'll probably
die from the poison within days of escaping."
Zi Die's frail body trembled slightly. "Are we really just supposed to accept our fate?"
Zi Yun sighed softly, gazing at the vast blue sky. After a long while, she said, "Good sister, let's 　　 not talk about this anymore. I have
important business with you. Come with me to see the Palace 　　Master!"
She took Zi Die's fair hands and slowly walked into the depths of the alley.
********** ... 　　 At this moment, seated on a wide, purple-gold chair at the head of the hall was an elderly man in a purple robe with white hair and beard. The old man was 　　robust and vigorous, his face etched with deep wrinkles, his eyes gleaming. 　　He raised a wine cup in one hand and gestured around the room, saying, " 　　I am very pleased to have the heroes of the Kunwu Sect and Lingxiao Sect grace my palace with their presence today. Come, come, I will now offer my toast to you all." 　　 To his left, a lean man in yellow robes immediately rose, raised his cup, and said with a smile, "Palace Masters are too kind. We 　　are all here on the orders of Alliance Leader Yue to offer our congratulations. How could we dare trouble you to personally welcome us? Your hospitality is 　　truly unbearable." 　　 "Indeed, Palace Masters are too polite," a row of burly men behind the lean man echoed loudly 　　.

A flush of color spread across the faces of the palace masters, and they laughed heartily, "Excellent! You all truly deserve to
be disciples of my Heavenly Alliance! Each and every one of you is a hero of boundless courage! With such promising young men in our Heavenly Alliance, the destruction of the Rashomon Sect and all those evil demons
is just around the corner!" With that, he picked up his wine cup and gulped down the wine in one go.
His words were loud and clear, clearly placing himself in the position of alliance leader. Even the lean, yellow-robed man, whose face was usually
somber, twitched at the sound of his voice
, but feigned indifference, saying, "Palace masters, you flatter me. With the Cold Moon Palace firmly positioned in the central palace, how could the Rashomon Sect not be destroyed?" As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of flattery erupted behind him
.
Seeing that he considered himself second best, the palace masters were secretly pleased. Glancing sideways at the group of
young men to their right, who had been wearing long faces, they laughed, "I was preoccupied with speaking to the fifth-generation hero Yue of the Lingxiao Sect, neglecting
the young heroes of the Kunwu Sect. This cup is a toast to you all." With a flourish, they downed the entire cup.
"No, no," a pale-faced man stood up on the right, bowing
slightly, taking a sip, but not finishing it. He slammed the cup down on the table, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the fifth-generation hero Yue, who sat at the head of the table, and
sneered, "I appreciate the palace masters' kindness, but the second-rate sects of the Lingxiao Sect are not worthy to be
compared to my Kunwu Sect. This half-cup of wine is unnecessary."
Before he finished speaking, a loud "bang" resounded, and a fierce-looking man leaped out from the opposite side, facing the pale-faced man... The burly man
roared, "What did you say, Zhang? How could my Lingxiao Sect be a second-rate sect? If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll
make sure your blood is spilled three steps away!"
The pale-faced man showed disdain and suddenly sneered, "As expected of a rough person, all you do
is fight and kill all day long. There's an old saying: birds of a feather flock together. Judging from the tone you just spoke, one can imagine
what kind of dead fish and rotten shrimp your Lingxiao Sect is full of." After saying that, the group of young disciples behind him also burst into laughter.
Enraged by the sound, the fierce-looking man drew his sword with a swift, sharp light in his eyes. He was
about to strike when the group of burly men around him cried out in alarm. The man froze
, his face shifting from pale to ashen, before collapsing to the ground. He
clutched a broken sword, the blade cleanly severed, almost as if sliced by a knife, but the remaining half of the blade was nowhere
to be seen, gone without a trace.
The pale-faced man on his right, seeing this, paled as well.
The palace master above laughed, "Young Master Zhang Siwu, your skills are truly remarkable! The disciples of the Kunwu Sect are surpassing their
masters, each generation stronger than the last. Just consider your Shadowless Sword and Dingkun Hand techniques; few in the world can
match them nowadays."
He then smiled and said to Yue Wudai, who stood to his left with his hands behind his back,
"Hero Yue, your Qiankun Finger technique is even more exquisite. You were able to release acupoints in an instant. This acupoint-releasing
skill is truly unparalleled."
With that, he smiled and stared at the Kunwu Sect disciples, saying, "I wonder which master
used the technique of telekinesis to retrieve that broken blade."
As soon as he said this, the disciples from both sects below paled. They looked at each other,
speechless for a long time.
"When did our sect produce such a master?" Though inwardly shocked, Zhang Siwu remained outwardly
calm and composed, casually raising another small cup to drink alone. A young
disciple behind him, seeing his composed demeanor, mistook him for the man and suddenly poked his head out, asking, "Senior Brother Zhang,
were you the one who made the move just now?"
Zhang Siwu blushed, stammering for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out two words: "No."
The disciple, still unconvinced, grinned strangely and whispered in his ear, "Senior Brother, you're truly skilled,
hiding your abilities from your junior brothers."
Zhang Siwu's face turned even redder. Although the disciple had tried his best to lower his voice, everyone present was skilled in martial arts
and had excellent hearing; they naturally heard him clearly. Everyone present pricked up their ears, ready
to hear what he said next.
To everyone's surprise, Zhang Siwu looked up at the sky, an air of self -assurance on his
face, and muttered under his breath, "Is that so? Who knows?" He was already uneasy as soon as he said this, fearing that some junior brother or expert might suddenly
appear, claiming their status and diminishing his prestige.
The crowd exchanged glances for a long time, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward. Just then, Yue Wudai stepped forward
to smooth things over, saying, "Brother Zhang's skills are naturally superb, and I am truly convinced and greatly admire him
. Palace Masters, I have a favor to ask, and I hope you will grant it."
"Oh? What is your request? Speak freely!" the Palace Masters said with a smile.
Yue Wudai, with a solemn expression, picked up a cup of wine and walked towards Zhang Siwu, saying as he went, "I hope the palace masters will
step in and act as a mediator for our sake. I'll offer this cup of wine to Brother Zhang first."
Upon hearing this, the palace masters' eyes sharpened, and they looked at Zhang Siwu with a smile, saying, "What do you think, Young Hero Zhang?"
Zhang Siwu felt that Yue Wudai was sincere, and since he had just been given a way out, his impression of him improved
. Moreover, since the palace master Zhu Qingtian was speaking up for him, if he continued to act arrogantly,
it would be difficult to save face. With this thought in mind, his expression softened, he tilted his head slightly, picked up the half-cup of wine on the table with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp
.
Seeing the two reconcile, Zhu Qingtian was overjoyed. He waved his hand and laughed loudly, "That's more like it! We're
all members of the Heavenly Alliance, so why are you all getting so worked up? Come, come, let's drink and eat! Come on, all the beautiful
ladies from the Cold Moon Palace, come out and serve us heroes!"
With that, the music and dance began to play loudly, and a group of scantily clad women
appeared one after another, instantly filling the vast palace with a spring-like atmosphere, making it shimmer and shine. Zhang Siwu, though arrogant, immediately
embraced the beauties, one hand on her chest, the other stroking her lower body, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Just as everyone was having fun, a loud crash was heard as a wine cup fell to the ground and shattered into
pieces, spilling wine everywhere. A handsome Kunwu, dressed in white and in his early twenties, appeared...
The disciple hurriedly stood up, wiping his chest with his sleeves, saying, "Oh dear, it's all wet! I'll go wash up."
The woman accompanying him apologized repeatedly. The young man in white didn't seem to care, simply smiling slightly, "It's alright,
it's alright, I'll just wash up."
Zhang Siwu, his arms around the beautiful woman, his hand cupping her breast, was completely absorbed in her beauty. Seeing the young man in white stand up, he
immediately scolded in a low voice, "Junior Brother Qin, what are you up to now? You can wash your clothes later. The palace masters
are still keeping you company. You sit there obediently and don't go anywhere."
The handsome young man, now called Junior Brother Qin, frowned immediately, his face contorted in a pained expression, "Senior
Brother Zhang, you know I'm a clean freak. Look, I..."
"Shut up! In our sect, elders are respected. Qin Sidao, are you even listening to me? Sit down quickly, don't embarrass
your senior brother!"
Zhang Siwu was getting angry when he saw that Qin Sidao was still unmoved. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to say something more, but
Zhu Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Hey, Nephew Zhang, it's alright, let him go."
Zhang Siwu's face turned ugly when he heard Zhu Qingtian speak. He reluctantly bowed and
said to Zhu Qingtian, "Thank you, Palace Master Zhu."
Without turning back, he snorted and said, "Junior Brother Qin, hurry back."
"Yes, I will obey Senior Brother's order." Qin Sidao finished speaking, let out a soft breath, and then turned around
and ran out as if he had been granted a pardon.
Everyone stared at the figure of the white-robed youth. Zhu Qingtian and Yue Wudai's expressions changed simultaneously, and
a strange light appeared in their eyes.
Not long after Qin Sidao left, Zhu Qingtian called over a palace guard and whispered something in his ear. The
guard nodded and left. Zhu Qingtian finished speaking in one breath, then sat up again and began chatting loudly with everyone in the hall.
Soon, after everyone had drunk several rounds, the entire Cold Moon Palace was filled with moans and groans, soft cries, and
lingering, alluring fragrances.
(To be continued
)

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