【The Legend of the Martial Arts World II: The Red-Clothed Cult】 (Chapter 5)

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Chapter Five
: The Transformation "Twenty years ago, when Abbess Wuxin led the World Alliance to besiege the Holy Sect's headquarters,
I left with my men. Because of this, you people from the Eastern Branch have always called me a traitor. If it weren't for Leng
Qianqiu's insistence on capturing me alive and handing me over to Yunxia for trial, I would have died long ago bearing the name of a traitor."
Late at night, Lü De was still explaining the story of that year to Huang Zhiyun.
"But the reason I left, and why so many brothers in the sect are willing to follow me, is not because I am an ambitious
person or a traitor, but because we have all received a revelation. We saw the spirit of the old sect leader appear before
us. He told us—go to the West, to the land of quicksand and fire, where the chosen
one will be found."
"I told Yunxia this news immediately. But she refused to believe it and
dismissed our own sightings as delusions. It was because of this that I had no choice but to lead my brothers and sisters who believed in me away from
the main altar and come to the western land of quicksand and fire to find the chosen one the old sect leader spoke of."
"And have you found him?"
Lü De spread his hands: "Do we look like we've found him? Of the eight elders of the Holy Sect,
five were willing to come with me. When we first arrived in this Hexi region, everyone was full of enthusiasm, and
the news of the destruction of the main altar soon after strengthened everyone's resolve to leave. But time flies, year after year has passed
, and we have made no progress. Some people have begun to doubt and waver.
" "The first to leave was Xue Bing. Ever since his defeat at Wang Jiangzhu's hands, he had secluded himself to train diligently. However,
he encountered a bottleneck. To break through this bottleneck, he decided to travel alone west to the Tianshan Mountains to collect a
medicinal herb called the Cold Light Snow Lotus. He optimistically estimated he would return in three to five months, at most a year. But
more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has vanished without a trace. I also sent people to search along the Silk Road, all
the way to the pastures at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. Several herders told me that a man dressed similarly to Xue Bing had indeed
gone up the mountain, but the Tianshan Mountains are covered with countless icy peaks and are a dangerous place. After sacrificing several people, I gave up
the search.
" "After Xue Bing, Li Banzi left. He still had a family in the Central Plains, and the years of separation made him miss
his hometown terribly. After the Mid-Autumn Festival one year, he quietly left a letter and never appeared again.
I didn't send anyone to look for him because I didn't want to force anyone to stay; it was pointless. Let those who want to leave go,
but when they leave, they should say so. We've been brothers, so some travel expenses should be given."
"In the following years, more and more people left. After all, this place is not like the Central Plains, not like Jiangnan. Summers are as hot
as an oven, and winters are as cold as an ice cave. A gust of wind will leave you covered in sand. And people get old and sick
. When they get old and sick, they always think about what it would be like if they were back home. As the ancients said, 'A fox dies facing its den.' Even
a little fox understands this, let alone a person.
" "Some people have settled down here, and like me, they don't want to leave. They don't want to return to the Central Plains
. Merchants and travelers have told me that the persecution of the Red-Clothed Sect by the martial arts world in the Central Plains hasn't stopped; they still occasionally
slaughter brothers and sisters who have inadvertently revealed their identities. So those of us who have established ourselves here want
to live out our remaining years peacefully, as a way of giving ourselves an explanation."
"There are also some brothers who feel that the reason they haven't met the chosen one mentioned in the revelation
is because we haven't gone far enough west. Legend has it that in the Hexi Corridor, beyond the Western Regions, there is a vast
sea of sand and the Flaming Mountains, like furnaces fallen from the sky. They believe that's the place foretold in the revelation
. Ten years ago, they finally gathered and followed a camel caravan westward."
Huang Zhiyun's heart was moved: "And then? Did they hear back?
" "The thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions are constantly at war. It's even more chaotic than the Sixteen Kingdoms period
in the Central Plains. They number only a little over a thousand, including the elderly, women, and children. In the chaos of the Western Regions, they are just an insignificant ripple. I heard that they
have merged with a larger nomadic tribe. As for how many people are left..." Lü De shook his head, and
Huang Zhiyun's expression also dimmed.
"That's roughly the situation," Lü De concluded. "There aren't
as many followers in Hexi as you imagine, and most of those who followed us were just ordinary craftsmen and merchants.
Those who wanted to return to the Central Plains have almost all left; those who remained have married and had children here. Twenty
years have passed, and some even have grandchildren. If you can persuade them with words, that
's your skill. But if…" He suddenly reached out and lifted her chin, "If you want to use
the same methods you used on me to persuade them, then you'll have to sleep with many people."
Huang Zhiyun merely smiled indifferently at Lü De's sarcasm, seemingly indifferent to his words. She didn't
mind his hand sliding down her soft skin, exploring her not-so-concealed breasts,
pinching the rosy bud, gently kneading and teasing it. The bud hardened under his touch, and the full, almost
bursting breasts trembled with his caressing fingers. Huang Zhiyun spread her arms, exposing her upper body,
allowing him to look down upon her beauty.
In Lü De's eyes, she was as beautiful as her nickname suggested, a proud, multicolored peacock.
Every part of her exuded a fatal charm. Just as she herself had said, life in the brothel,
though humiliating, had helped her grow from an innocent girl into a woman who knew how to use her advantages.
She smiled at him, her perfect curves, long, slender arms, and delicate neck, beneath her exquisite collarbone, her two full breasts
swaying gracefully even when she lay flat. Lü De's hand gradually moved downwards; she slightly raised her hips,
and he easily tore off half of her pale yellow dress.
Huang Zhiyun had not an inch of excess fat, not even on her lower abdomen or thighs, and the valley between her legs...
Amidst the falling fragrance of grass. His hand parted the petals, but before it even touched her peeking pearl, he heard
a faint "ee-ya..." from her throat, as if it had sent his soul soaring to the heavens
.
Lu De made her kneel before him, her cherry-like mouth opening to play with his golden pestle. Looking at her stunningly
beautiful face, a mixture of angel and lust, he seemed to experience the true thrill of conquest.
He ravaged every inch of her skin, using the same tools he used on his disobedient concubines
to ravage her. He knew that he wasn't conquering her, but rather the woman who resembled her so much
.
Lu De wasn't originally surnamed Lu; in fact, he had forgotten what he originally believed in. That spring, Shandong suffered a severe
drought, and the entire village fled to the Huai River. But who could have foreseen that in August, a sudden thunderclap would set the Huai River raging,
flooding from Fengyang all the way to Gaoyou Lake? Lu De, who had clung to a wooden plank for two days and two nights, gradually lost his strength.
If he hadn't met Lu Hongyu, who had brought the heroes of the world to his rescue at the last moment,
he would have perished forty years earlier.
Lu Hongyu brought him back to life, gave him a new name, and cared for and raised him like a son
. He secretly regarded this heroine, who had shown him such kindness, as an elder sister. But he dared not express it
, for Lu Hongyu was surrounded by too many accolades, revered by all. She was a legendary figure of unparalleled brilliance
. How could he, a mere servant of the Lu family manor, dare to harbor such unrealistic thoughts?
Moreover, Lü Hongyu already had her brother-in-law, a man of unparalleled wisdom and equally unfathomable depth
—as Lü De uttered those two words, he pierced Huang Zhiyun's nipple with a red-hot silver needle.
After Huang Zhiyun's birth, he transferred these complex emotions to the child. He
cared for her meticulously, treating her as his master. Every smile and frown of hers was etched in Lü De's memory. If
she wanted the moon, he would give her the moon.
However, the gap between them widened, and when Huang Zhiyun turned thirteen, he
overheard Lü Hongyu discussing Huang Zhiyun's future marriage with others. It was at that moment that he suddenly
realized that if he remained confined to this small mountain manor, he would forever live in the shadow of others
.
Perhaps it was from that moment that he began to crave power and women.
After bidding farewell to the master of Lü Family Manor, his first adventure after descending the mountain unfolded between him and the first leader of the Red-Clothed Cult.
With his sharp mind and decisive actions, he quickly gained the trust of the leader, rising from an ordinary
follower to envoy, then flag bearer, and finally, elder.
Not long after becoming elder, the leader, who had shown him great favor, abdicated due to old age, passing the leadership
to the former Qian-rank elder, Yunxia, and appointing Lü De directly to the position, bypassing several more senior elders
.
Given this precedent of Yunxia, a Qian-rank elder, succeeding to the leadership, Lü De
naturally assumed that if Yunxia were to step down, he would be the rightful leader. Although
Yunxia would be in her prime at that time, Lü De was younger, and even if it came down to physical endurance
, he was confident he could outlast her.
Moreover, when facing the relentless attacks of Abbess Wuxin, Lü De almost entirely
took over Yunxia's duties in handling sect affairs—because the woman who should have been leading the sect
was consumed by grief over the loss of her son at this crucial moment and had completely lost faith in the future.
This was Lü De's opportunity to make a name for himself. He believed that if they could overcome this crisis, even if Yunxia
herself was unwilling to relinquish her position as sect leader, he could rightfully
claim such a reward based on his immense contribution.
However, that foolish woman Yunxia stubbornly insisted on waiting to die at the main altar, refusing his
advice to temporarily retreat, wait for an opportunity, gather strength, and make a comeback, forcing the Red-Clothed Sect to the brink of division.
And what ultimately contributed to the division was Yunxia's privately left will.
Because Yunxia's condition was constantly unstable, sometimes lucid and sometimes delirious, Lü De had to
plant several shrewd spies around her to deal with any unforeseen events.
His informant told him that Yunxia had secretly gathered several of her confidants,
instructing them to "treat her children as they would her" should anything happen to her.
With that, Lü De knew it was time to say goodbye to Yunxia. Their last meeting was far from
pleasant. He offered her his last piece of advice, but she stabbed him instead.
"Goodbye, woman I once loved," Lü De said resolutely,
leaving with those willing to accept his advice. When news of Yunxia's martyrdom arrived, he didn't shed a single tear: her
last impression on him was that final, severing blow.
He always fell in love with the wrong women. He had loved Lü Hongyu with all his heart, but she only saw him as
a younger brother, and Lü De knew her treatment of him was more out of pity than anything else. And her
union with the unparalleled villain Xiao Baiwu shattered his then-youthful, optimistic heart into pieces
.
He had once loved Yunxia, even though she was his boss and his cult leader. At the time, he believed she
was his true love, using all his wisdom and ability to help her out of danger, but she showed no
gratitude whatsoever. He didn't even mind that she was a widow with two children, yet she was constantly wary
of him, even plotting to eliminate him at the last moment.
Finally, he found the one he loved, though this relationship was equally tainted. But it was something
he could truly hold onto.
"Is there anything particularly beautiful about my face?" Huang Zhiyun asked softly.
"You and your mother look exactly alike," Lü De said, looking at her. "
Is that so…?" Huang Zhiyun smiled faintly. "Who's prettier, me or my mother?"
A heavy bra made of various gemstones hung from her breasts. Upon closer inspection
, one would notice that the only point of contact on her chest was her nipples.
Two silver threads pierced her delicate nipples into a cross shape, the four points of which hooked precisely onto the
four hidden clasps of the bra. Thus, even without the silk straps, this alluring gemstone bra
wouldn't fall off.
This was just one of several new gifts Lü De had given her. He had also prepared a golden dog tail for her.
This dog tail was extraordinary; one end was a short, thick anal plug made of gold. To increase stimulation of her anus,
the gold anal plug was engraved with intricate and complex patterns, providing an extraordinary experience with every movement.
The long, trailing dog tail was woven from fur collected from hundreds of ferrets, interwoven with gold and silver threads.
Huang Zhiyun, naturally intelligent, learned how to control this new toy in just two or three tries, even able to use
it to hook small objects, almost as clumsy as her hands.
"Good demon slave, good demon slave," Lü De slapped her full, snowy buttocks, and Huang Zhiyun's body
trembled involuntarily, as if she were about to climax.
It turned out that Lü De had also placed a treasure in her flower cave:
a string of one hundred and eight pearls the size of longan fruits, one end hidden deep within her flower cave, the other wrapped around her snowy figure. In the stillness of the night
, with only a single red candle lit in the room, the reflection of these pearls was enough to perfectly
showcase her charm and beauty. Such radiant beauty was truly nothing more than this.
Lu De was getting on in years, and it wasn't realistic for him to "work" on her like this all the time. Sometimes,
he needed some tools to help out, and only at the last moment would he personally take charge and give her a good thrashing
.
For example, right now, Huang Zhiyun was hanging upside down on a frame, his masterpiece and his most prized possession.
Huang Zhiyun's two snow-white legs were tied apart to the ends of the wooden frame, her private parts half-open. But the frame also had a mechanism; the ends could extend and retract, causing the legs fixed at the ends to open and close accordingly, 　　revealing different aspects of
her vulva according to Lu De's desires. 　　 At this moment, in the place that had intoxicated Lü De countless times, a jade-carved phallus was inserted. 　　At the end of the phallus was a small hole through which a thin wooden rod passed. This rod was 　　connected to a lever, the other end of which was connected to a windmill outside the house—in this bitterly cold northwest, there was nothing but sand and 　　dust. 　　 Once this jade phallus entered Huang Zhiyun's body, it didn't stop, pounding away for almost half an 　　hour. Her skin was almost worn raw, her vulva was overflowing with jade fluid, and even her pair of white, fleshy mounds 　　were trembling. 　　 Lü De, that wicked old man, waited until Huang Zhiyun had climaxed for the third time before 　　removing the jade phallus from her body and replacing it with his own old man, slowly ejaculating. 　　 "You're such a bad guy, a real bad guy." Although Huang Zhiyun was exhausted, she still 　　served Lü De like a standard female slave, helping him bathe and change, then lying limply beside him like a docile 　　kitten. 　　 Lü De was almost completely convinced that she had utterly submitted to him. But at the same time, he was also very clear that 　　he was gradually being bewitched by this woman. 　　 Unconsciously, he had begun to consider things again as the head of the Red-Clothed Holy Church. 　　In particular, she suddenly made a suggestion that he could hardly refuse: "What if, one day, 　　Sister He Fei and I served you like this?" 　　 He Fei, Yunxia's daughter. Of course, he still remembered that girl; he had even held her when they were in the Holy Church. 　　Now, so many years had passed; she should be a mature woman by now. She seemed to be a bit older than Huang Zhiyun 　　… 　　 A beautiful and serene scene floated before Lü De's eyes, but 　　before he could turn this scene into reality, there were still some areas in his yard that needed cleaning. 　　 "Tonight is the last time for you…" Lü De stroked her chin, admiring her 　　near-perfect face beneath half a mask. 　　 Huang Zhiyun suddenly shivered; she sensed that something bad was about to happen. 　　 Although it was June, the Northwest was a strange place. Even in June, even when the daytime 　　heat was enough to fry an egg, the nights were still as chilly as late autumn. 　　 Huang Zhiyun stayed with him in the carriage. This lord was fully clothed in leather trousers and a leather coat, while she was completely 　　naked, her hair styled in a particularly dignified imperial concubine hairstyle, wearing a mask that covered half her face, a 　　pearl necklace around her neck, and soft-soled embroidered shoes with bright red satin soles. Apart from that, she was utterly 　　naked. 　　 They got into the carriage, which seemed to have entered the city gate—although in this border region, there was a curfew at night. 　　But for a big shot like Lü De, entering and exiting the city gate was as simple as entering his own courtyard. 　　 After circling the city a few times, they entered a small courtyard. The official driving the carriage stopped, came over 　　, and opened the door. Lü De got out of the carriage first, then took Huang Zhiyun out and hugged her around the waist: "My darling, 　　you must make this old man proud tonight!" 　　 Huang Zhiyun was still confused when he carried her into a cellar. 　　 Reaching the bottom floor, Huang Zhiyun discovered that this place was actually a gathering place for lecherous men, and her heart 　　began to pound wildly. 　　 Besides her, there were six or seven other women in this brothel, all of whom wore half-masks 　　, and judging from the material, they were all quite expensive.

These women all possessed beautiful figures, their full breasts and round buttocks making even Huang Zhiyun, a woman herself,
envious.
"Slap!" Lu De slapped her hard on the bottom. "Get down on your stomach," he commanded simply
, then sat down to drink tea and chat. Huang Zhiyun gave him a resentful look before squatting down and 　　crawling like a beautiful dog to the center of the burrow,
mimicking the earlier arrivals . 　　 The women gathered quietly, not uttering a word. Some wagged their tails as a greeting 　　. Huang Zhiyun noticed a pair of women who looked very similar—perhaps sisters—their nipples 　　adorned with silver chains connecting them. 　　 "Boss Lü has acquired another new concubine," a bearded man said, sitting down next to Lü De. "Her breasts are firm, her buttocks 　　are perky, and her waist is slender. She's a good slave." 　　 "You flatter me," Lü De smiled faintly. "Shall we continue with the usual flower-viewing party today?" 　　 "The usual," another man dressed as a wealthy landowner chimed in. "Each household will present a topic for the competition, and each round 　　will select a flower queen. The one with the most flowers at the end will be the overall flower queen. The overall flower queen wins all the prizes for three days and three nights." 　　 "Good," Lü De nodded. "Is everyone here? Shall we begin?" 　　 "Whatever Boss Lü says," the others echoed, with one suggesting, "Please, Boss Lü, present the topic first 　　." 　　 "No rush, no rush," Lü De chuckled. "Let's show them off first, everyone can see what we'll compete in, 　　and then we'll decide." 　　 Since he said so, everyone agreed. Several servants then arranged the group of beautiful women 　　on the ground, first ordering them to stand tall and display their breasts. Huang Zhiyun secretly observed them; 　　each woman possessed a unique beauty, some with proud, snow-white breasts, others with large, pendulous breasts, and still others with perfectly round breasts like inverted jade bowls 　　. She looked down at her own hemispherical breasts, feeling half smug and half 　　uneasy. 　　 "Shake it!" someone commanded. Huang Zhiyun imitated her sisters 　　, swaying her breasts up and down, creating a wave of flesh that must have been extremely pleasing to the eye for the men looking down. 　　 After shaking for a while, the men then ordered them to sit on the ground, spread their legs, and expose their vulvas. This kind of stimulation 　　was something Huang Zhiyun had never experienced, even in brothels. But she still followed the instructions of others, 　　spreading her two snow-white thighs like the sisters around her, revealing her hairy vulva, and accepting 　　the "baptism" of the lewd gazes of these men 　　 . "They're all good, all top-quality goods." The men present were very satisfied, and Lü De also nodded slightly 　　: "Then let's officially begin... I'll give the first question. Ladies and gentlemen, when it comes to raising beautiful dogs, I think the most basic thing 　　is to learn how to walk like a dog, so the first question is to walk around this room once." 　　 This question seemed very simple, just to climb around the corner of the wall, but it was not simple at all. 　　The servants brought a bunch of gold rings and silver chains and dressed the beautiful dogs in them. 　　 Huang Zhiyun was third in line. Her nipples were clamped with nipple clamps, the ends of which were connected to a silver chain. 　　The other end of the silver chain was a genital ring, which was stuck in the tenderest flesh of her lower body. 　　 Such decorative ribbons naturally made walking extremely difficult. But the other women were clearly not having an easy time either. 　　The blonde, voluptuous beauty in front of Huang Zhiyun had a heavy jade phallus inserted into her vagina— 　　and to make matters worse, it was oiled, requiring her to be extremely careful to hold it in place 　　. 　　 They crawled around the entire area, all under the watchful eyes of everyone. Even Huang Zhiyun, who had spent 　　several years in the pleasure quarters, couldn't withstand such a spectacle. As she crawled, she unknowingly found herself 　　soaked in sweat. This even lessened the pain of the piercing in her genitals. 　　 "They're all good dogs, as expected." After all the beautiful women had crawled around once, the men's rankings 　　were roughly clear. A beauty with a particularly pert bottom received the first flower. Next came the second event. 　　 "Hehe, hehe. It's my turn, Lao Xi." The burly, dark-faced man leered, 　　"My question is about urinating... urinating like a dog." 　　 Huang Zhiyun had already cursed this Lao Xi a thousand times in her heart. She was a girl, 　　pampered since childhood. Even if she unfortunately fell into prostitution, she was still the most beautiful courtesan in the brothel, never 　　having urinated in public. If she had, it was before she was five or six years old. 　　 Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Lü De, thinking to herself: He saw 　　her urinate back then, maybe even held her while she urinated... So, more than twenty years ago, he had already seen her 　　naked. 　　 The servants brought over several narrow-necked bottles, and the old man said, " 　　The winner is the one who urinates into this bottle without leaving a single drop." 　　 Huang Zhiyun stared at the narrow-necked bottles, cursing the old man a thousand times in her mind. To urinate into 　　such a small-necked bottle was simply asking the impossible! 　　 But although difficult, some people could do it; some could actually lift their legs and urinate into the narrow-necked bottle without spilling a drop 　　. When it was Huang Zhiyun's turn, she lifted her leg like the girl before her, but 　　under the gaze of a group of grown men, she couldn't urinate a single drop. "Haha, it seems Boss Lü's beautiful dog needs a little more 　　training," the old man clapped his hands and said. Huang Zhiyun was almost in tears; she remained in this 　　extremely shameful posture, truly like a female dog. 　　 Lu De didn't say anything, only nodded: "Then I'll trouble you, Boss Sun." 　　 In the second round, Huang Zhiyun lost again. The following rounds were all sorts of bizarre competitions, focusing on various forms 　　of humiliation. Although Huang Zhiyun came from a brothel, she had never experienced anything like this. After six rounds, she only...

In the final round of flute playing, she won a flower. But clearly, it was all in vain.
"A bet's a bet," Lü De said, unconcerned about the result. "Three days and three nights. I'll have my steward
come and take them home."
"In that case, thank you very much," said the old man who had won. "Brothers, your
beautiful dogs can stay at my house for a few days, and then return them the next day."
As he slapped her twice, several servants came in, collaring the dogs one by one and
herding them into wooden cages covered with black cloth. Huang Zhiyun was also locked in a small cage, so small that
she had to curl up to fit herself in.
She looked pitifully at Lü De, but he didn't look at her and simply walked away.
"Heartless man," she whimpered, letting out a wounded mother dog's howl, obediently
letting the men carry her onto the carriage.

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