Fallen Hero

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[Recommendation] The Fallen Hero,
Chapter One: Treasure Hunt Beyond the Great Wall
. Grapes and wine in a luminous cup, the pipa urges me on to drink.
Don't laugh at me, drunk on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles!
The "Heroic Drinking" tavern outside the border city has served passersby year after year. The owner, Fatty Ruan, is the most well-informed person in the area, a seasoned and shrewd man. At this moment, he sits at the counter, gazing at the distant dust clouds. Another customer has arrived. Soon, a brown steed gallops in, carrying a man in a leather coat, dusty and weary, clearly having traveled a long way. The horse approaches, the reins are pulled, the man dismounts, shakes off the dust, and steps into the tavern.
The waiter hurried forward, and the man chose an empty table against the wall, ordered wine and dishes, and also instructed that horse feed be prepared. Fatty Ruan immediately recognized him as a martial arts figure from the Central Plains; twenty or thirty such people passed by daily, so he paid little attention.
This man was named Chu Xiong, an unknown martial arts master in the Central Plains. By chance, he encountered an unnamed old man in the deep mountains who had suffered a qi deviation during practice. The old man asked for his help and promised a treasure. Overwhelmed by greed, Chu Xiong killed the old man. During his search, he unexpectedly obtained the long-desired martial arts treasure—a silk armor and a mysterious treasure map—from the old man. Overjoyed, Chu Xiong made preparations and immediately set off for the borderlands to search for the treasure.
Chu Xiong was drinking when the bells outside the tavern rang. Two men who looked like merchants entered. Chu Xiong saw two camels outside, laden with goods.
One of the merchants surveyed the tavern and said with a smile, "Tavernkeeper! Prepare some food and drink; we'll take it on the road." The waiter
hurried forward, "Aren't you going to stop here for a meal, sir?"
The merchant replied, "We're in a hurry!" The waiter quickly prepared the food. Chu Xiong noticed a rare emerald on one of the merchants' wrists and his heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head in thought. A
moment later, the waiter had finished preparing the food. The two merchants paid their fare, mounted their camels, and headed south. Chu Xiong called for the bill, stepped outside, and mounted his horse. Just as he was about to continue, another rider galloped up from afar, and in the blink of an eye, he was close enough that Chu Xiong was stunned. On horseback rode a young woman; though she wore a hat and a veil, her graceful figure and beautiful, bright eyes exuded captivating charm. The woman glanced at Chu Xiong, dismounted, and strode into the tavern. Chu Xiong composed himself and followed in the direction the two merchants had gone.
He chased after them for a while, and seeing that there was no one around, he quickened his pace and shouted, "Halt!" The two merchants turned around at the sound of his voice, and Chu Xiong had already caught up. One of
the merchants asked in surprise, "Brother, is there something you need?" Chu Xiong didn't answer, but instead lunged at the merchant, his palm striking towards the back of his neck. The merchant was startled. As Chu Xiong lunged closer, the merchant subtly twisted his body and leaned towards him, his elbow striking Chu Xiong's chest like a heavy hammer. Chu Xiong was violently shaken, his body sent flying sideways, crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless.
The merchant, caught off guard by the successful strike, was unable to execute any further moves and stood there dumbfounded.
Another merchant laughed, "Just a petty thief driven by greed! What a scare!"
The merchant retorted angrily, "I thought my chance had come! Who knew it would be so unlucky?" Just then, another rider galloped in. The two men stared intently at the approaching figure, a burly man with thick eyebrows, around thirty years old. As he drew near, he tightened the reins and let out a soft "Eh?" "You two are committing murder in broad daylight?"
one merchant chuckled. "Brother, you misunderstand! This man intended to rob someone, but accidentally injured himself and died."
The man laughed loudly, "The 'Twin Evils of Wind and Cloud' have been robbed? How amusing!"
The two merchants' expressions changed. "Who are you?"
The burly man smiled but didn't answer. "The Twin Evils disguised themselves and ventured beyond the Great Wall; perhaps they have some secret?"
One of the Twin Evils, 'Wind Evil' Nie Feng, sneered, "Go ask in the underworld!" With a swift movement, he lunged at the burly man. The burly man let out a soft shout and met the attack head-on. With a "bang," they exchanged blows, forcing Nie Feng to retreat. "Cloud Evil" Wu Qingyun leaped to meet the attack, exchanging five blows with the burly man in
the blink of an eye. The burly man laughed loudly, "I have other matters to attend to. We'll talk another day!" With that, he threw a punch. Wu Qingyun felt the force approaching, dodged, but was still spun around by the force of the punch before regaining his balance. The burly man
laughed heartily and rode away. The two evil spirits thought to themselves, "Impressive!" Knowing they would gain little advantage in the continued fight, they felt a surge of relief. Suddenly, they saw a cloud of dust rising in the distance, and several riders galloping towards them. The two evil spirits became wary.
As the approaching cavalry drew near, the leader called out loudly, "Are you Brother Nie and Brother Wu?"
The two breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Indeed! Is this Brother Li?" The dozen or so riders stopped short of them, and Shuang Xie greeted the riders.
The man addressed as Brother Li smiled and said, "Brother Nie and Brother Wu, you must be tired from your journey!"
Shuang Xie replied, "Fortunately, we fulfilled our mission! Nothing went wrong." The man
surnamed Li said, "The Commander was worried and ordered us to come and meet you, and to proceed immediately to rendezvous."
Shuang Xie said urgently, "There's no time to lose, let's go immediately!" The group hurriedly sped south.
All was calm again, except for the wind blowing yellow sand, raising clouds of dust in all directions. Chu Xiong's corpse stirred, gradually sitting up. The silk armor saved his life, but it also terrified him. The "Twin Evils of Wind and Cloud" were infamous underworld masters, terrorizing the martial world for over a decade. He had actually robbed them; to have survived was truly fortunate. With so many powerful figures gathered beyond the Great Wall, it seemed another storm was brewing. His goal was treasure hunting; it was best to avoid trouble. He immediately mounted his horse and rode slowly along a side path.
* * *
As night fell, Chu Xiong arrived at a village house at the foot of the mountain, hoping to find lodging for the night. After knocking for a moment, a village girl opened the door to greet him. Chu Xiong explained his purpose, and the girl politely invited him inside. Upon entering, Chu Xiong smelled a faint odor of blood and frowned, his suspicions rising.
The village girl smiled and said, "I just slaughtered a sheep and haven't cleaned it yet. Please forgive me for any inconvenience."
Chu Xiong was relieved and asked, "Where are your family, sister?"
The village girl replied, "My husband is having drinks at a friend's house and will be back later." She then busied herself preparing food.
Chu Xiong watched the village girl's figure and noticed that besides her ordinary looks, she had a shapely figure and fair, delicate skin. Even from behind, she looked like a stunning beauty. He felt a surge of desire and, taking advantage of the moment she served tea, grabbed her wrist.
The village girl gently brushed his hand away and smiled sweetly, "You're being impolite, sir." This smile was so alluring that Chu Xiong was stunned. He couldn't help but stand up and pull her into his arms.
Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. The village girl pushed Chu Xiong aside, straightened herself, and went out to greet them. Soon, three guests were ushered in. Chu Xiong was secretly startled upon seeing them. He recognized the gray-clad man, around forty years old, as Liu Yunfeng, a famous martial arts master from Hebei known as "Star-Picking Moon-Gathering," followed by Zhong Biao, "Whirling Axe," and Qiao Yong, "Six-Harmony Saber," both prominent figures in the Hebei martial arts world.
The village girl gestured for the three to sit down and said to the bewildered Chu Xiong, "Hurry up and go to the backyard to prepare the sheep to entertain our guests."
The three bowed to Chu Xiong and said, "Excuse me!" Chu Xiong, bewildered, accepted the courtesy and headed to the backyard.
Soon, the village girl also arrived at the backyard and began preparing the meal. Chu Xiong listened intently to the sounds coming from the front room and vaguely heard the words "Alliance Leader... Black Wind..." but nothing else. Turning around, he saw the busy village girl's beautiful buttocks swaying seductively, and his lust was aroused again. He embraced her from behind.
The village girl laughed, "What are you going to do now?"
Chu Xiong said, "I'm your husband, of course I have to do some good deeds." He grasped her breast with his left hand and kneaded it for a while,
while his right hand reached down to touch her private parts. The village girl closed her legs and chuckled, showing no sign of resistance. Chu Xiong became even bolder and more reckless, his fingers constantly rubbing against her private parts, his big mouth pressing against her snow-white nape and kissing her, his bulging lower body pressing tightly against the village girl's plump buttocks and thrusting incessantly. The village girl's hair was disheveled from his teasing, her hands on the table bobbing up and down with his movements, and she let out seductive panting sounds.
Aroused, Chu Xiong became even more impulsive and pulled out his engorged penis, intending to pull down the village girl's skirt. The village girl grabbed his member, saying, "Stop fooling around! There are guests ahead." Chu Xiong, enjoying the sensation, almost ejaculated on the spot. The village girl, smiling sweetly, picked up the prepared food and headed towards the front room.
Chu Xiong stood there, lost in thought, when suddenly he heard a shout from inside: "You scoundrel! How dare you poison someone!" Then came a series of loud bangs, clearly indicating a fierce struggle. Chu Xiong rushed into the front room, only to find it in disarray and deserted.
He followed her outside and saw four figures locked in a struggle under the moonlight. The village girl's jade-like palms moved swiftly between an axe, a broadsword, and Liu Yunfeng's palms, slashing, intercepting, seizing, pointing, and striking. Although she was fighting three against one, she had the upper hand. Suddenly, her right hand shot out, using a clever hook to grab Zhong Biao's axe, and pulled it towards Qiao Yong's broadsword. This use of force against force resulted in a loud bang, making everyone's ears ring. Zhong Biao and Qiao Yong were both strong, and with the village girl's strength, they were only able to draw blood from their hands. Liu Yunfeng, startled, rushed to their aid. The village girl hooked her foot and slapped him on the back with her palm, using his momentum to throw him to the ground.
She followed with a leftward step, seizing the western end, and swept her right palm horizontally from left to right, striking Qiao Yong's temple with a loud thud. Qiao Yong immediately groaned and fell to the ground. Then, her left hand swung diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, striking Zhong Biao's ribs, snatching the axe from his hand, and shoving it into Liu Yunfeng's abdomen as he just stood up. These moves were exquisite, swift, and executed in one fluid motion, ruthless and deadly, instantly killing all three masters. Chu Xiong watched in stunned silence, seeing the village girl smilingly approaching him, but his legs were numb and he couldn't move. The village girl approached and said in a melodious voice, "Thank you!" Suddenly, she struck him in the chest with her palm, and Chu Xiong fell backward.
The village girl stood in the open space, lightly tossing her hair. The night wind blew her dress, and even her delicate body seemed to sway. Who would have thought that she had just killed a martial arts master with such ruthless methods, without even a frown? Suddenly, she heard a woman's voice behind her say, "What a vicious vixen! Cruel to the innocent, slaughtering righteous heroes, you will not be tolerated today." The village girl slowly turned around, her face cold and stern. She saw a beautiful young woman pointing a long sword at her, looking at her coldly. It was the girl Chu Xiong had met outside the "Hero's Drink" shop. The village girl did not recognize her, and looking at the girl's delicate and beautiful face, jealousy appeared in her eyes.
Her eyes were fixed on the tip of her opponent's longsword, unblinking. Suddenly, she leaped with her right foot, grabbed Qiao Yong's broadsword, and slashed at the blade. The girl's longsword trembled, aiming for her shoulder. The village girl swung her sword horizontally. The girl moved with her sword, appearing behind her opponent like lightning, her footwork unsteady before her sword strike. The village girl didn't turn around, but instead reversed her blade, striking at the girl's sword. After three or four exchanges, both secretly admired each other's skill. The girl gave a soft shout, her sword flashing towards the village girl's chest. The village girl blocked with her broadsword. The girl's wrist trembled slightly, and the tip of her sword met the blade. With a soft "whoosh," a large nick appeared in the broadsword in the village girl's hand.
Startled, the village girl leaped aside and, looking at the trembling longsword in the girl's hand, exclaimed in surprise, "Autumn Rain Sword! Are you 'Heavenly Beauty' Zhai Ying?"
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, "It is indeed the renowned heroine Zhai Ying! Shang Meizhen! Despite your skills, you have repeatedly committed evil deeds. Aren't you afraid of karmic retribution?"
Zhai Ying's face lit up with joy as she said, "Brother Miao!" The village girl looked up and saw a burly man with thick eyebrows and large eyes walking quickly towards them. He was the one who had mocked the "Twin Evils of Wind and Cloud" on the road.
The man said, "Miss Zhai! We meet again."
The village girl, her beautiful eyes sparkling, smiled sweetly, "In the martial world, when people mention 'Iron Man' Miao Wei, they all point and praise him as a true man, a great man. Seeing him today, I am indeed extraordinary. I wonder how Hero Miao intends to deal with me?"
Miao Wei said solemnly, "I will have to experience your 'Ruthless and Soul-Destroying' technique."
Zhai Ying said, "So you are the famous 'Ruthless and Soul-Destroying' Shang Meizhen. No wonder your methods are so vicious. Brother Miao! Let me deal with this vixen."
Shang Meizhen laughed, "Is Miss Zhai eager to impress her lover? I am not willing to be captured by two great masters. I will not accompany you any longer and will meet you again at another time!" After saying that, she quickly disappeared into the distance. Zhai Ying was so angry that her jade face turned red. She shouted angrily and chased after her.
Miao Wei said, "Sister Zhai, don't chase after them!"
From afar came Shang Meizhen's laughter: "Great Hero Miao! One day I'll definitely meet you and let you experience the power of my 'Soul-Stealing' technique. Haha..." Two figures moved with incredible speed, disappearing in an instant.
Helpless, Miao Wei turned to clear away the remains of Liu Yunfeng and the others. In a secluded spot in the courtyard, he discovered the bodies of a commoner couple and several righteous figures. He sighed with grief and indignation, then buried them all. He then chased after the two who had gone, unaware that one body was already missing.
* * * *
Chu Xiong, relying on his precious armor, escaped again. Taking advantage of the three's inattention, he secretly slipped away, fleeing in panic, his heart filled with extreme fear. He knew these people were all renowned martial arts masters, and their gathering in the borderlands meant something big was about to happen; it was best to stay away. He ran frantically until he was completely exhausted, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily. Just
as he was about to get up after resting for a moment, he heard women's voices. He bent down again and looked up, seeing two more women approaching. As they got closer, he could see clearly that one was a beautiful girl of eighteen or nineteen, with striking features, bright eyes, and white teeth; the other was a pretty and innocent-looking girl of fourteen or fifteen. The two walked and laughed.
The little girl said, "Sister, you're walking so fast, are you afraid of delaying Father's mission or want to see Uncle Miao sooner?"
The girl scolded, "You clever little devil, what nonsense are you talking about! You keep calling him Uncle Miao, Brother Miao isn't that old."
The girl said, "But he and Father are sworn brothers, shouldn't we call him that?"
The girl said angrily, "I won't call him that."
The girl smiled, "I know what you mean, sister, you like Uncle Miao!"
The girl said shyly, "Still being cheeky!" Suddenly she stopped, and the girl asked curiously, "What's wrong, sister?"
The girl blushed and said, "Sister needs to use the restroom, you keep watch!" After saying that, she turned and walked into the bushes.
Chu Xiong saw the girl walking towards his hiding place and quickly lowered his head and lay down properly. Hearing a rustling sound, he couldn't help but look up and his whole body heated up as his eyes widened. A sea of white stretched before him, the round, full buttocks arousing his imagination. The beautiful cleft and the glimpses of his hidden pubic area would make any man's blood boil, and Chu Xiong, too, felt his desire surge and his breathing quicken.
Sensing something amiss, the girl turned around and let out a piercing scream. Before Chu Xiong could react, a figure blurred before him, and the girl was already upon him, launching a flying kick straight for his face. Chu Xiong dodged and retaliated with his hands, but the girl's agile footwork unleashed a series of kicks. In less than three moves, Chu Xiong was struck on the back of the neck and instantly lost consciousness. Just
as the girl was about to strike again, her sister stopped her, saying, "Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately!" "This lecherous thief…"
the girl blushed, "He was right here; we just didn't notice him." "Then what should we do with him?" the girl asked.
"Let him wake up and leave on his own; we need to hurry on our way." The two sisters hurried forward.
The elder sister was named Huo Xinyue, and the younger sister was named Huo Xintong. They were the beloved daughters of Huo Zongheng, the leader of the Righteous Alliance and known as "The Silver Spear of Heaven." This time, they were carrying an important message to the branch of the Righteous Army beyond the Great Wall. The two sisters traveled stealthily for two days, entering the mountainous region. On this day, while they were on their way, they suddenly heard a sharp shriek ahead, and a voice shouted, "Heroes, swiftly drive away the barbarians!" Huo Xinyue replied, "Righteously and boldly slay the Loulan!"
A man stepped forward, bowed, and led the two sisters onward. They passed several more checkpoints along the way, the dense jungle teeming with people, their numbers unknown. After traveling more than two miles, the terrain suddenly opened up, revealing a dozen or so tents pitched in the open space. The man approached the largest tent, went inside to announce their arrival, and the two sisters immediately entered. Inside, they found seven people talking, all of whom Huo Xinyue recognized. The middle-aged man with a dark face and short beard is Shi Tianzhu, the leader of the branch of the rebel army beyond the Great Wall, known as "Iron-Armed Heavenly King". To his left sit Deng Jiangong, known as "Divine Hand", and Zhang Feng, known as "Grassroots Eccentric", who are also leaders of the rebel army. To his right sits a young couple, the man handsome and spirited, the woman beautiful and charming, who are Zhou Wenli, the leader of the Dragon and Phoenix Society known as "Nine-Armed Divine Dragon", and his wife Qiu Hua, known as "Snow Sword Phoenix". Next to the couple sits Zhai Ying, known as "Heavenly Beauty", and Miao Wei, known as "Iron Man".
Huo Xinyue and her sister stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Esteemed elders, your nieces Huo Xinyue and Huo Xintong pay their respects."
Zhang Fengteng stood up and said, "Oh! My dear nieces, I've missed you dearly! Let me take a good look at you."
Deng Jiangong laughed from the side, "He's disrespectful to his elders and full of wicked schemes. He's probably plotting something against my niece Huo again. Don't pay him any mind." Everyone burst into laughter. After exchanging greetings, the two sisters took their seats. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Shi Tianzhu asked, "When will Alliance Leader Huo arrive?"
Huo Xinyue replied, "Father went to Lingxiang Pavilion in Huangshan to invite Sister Qiu, and will come to meet us immediately."
Miao Wei asked, "Is she the renowned 'Simple-Handed Wisdom Star' Qiu Haitang?" Huo Xinyue replied, "Indeed."
Shi Tianzhu said, "I have long heard of this woman's beauty and intelligence, her martial arts skills and appearance are all excellent."
Qiu Hua, standing to the side, said, "Brother Shi is absolutely right. If we can get Sister Qiu's assistance, the righteous army's grand ambitions will be greatly realized."
Huo Xinyue said, "Father told me to tell all the uncles and elders that we must not take any action before he arrives." Just as Shi Tianzhu was about to ask for details, the tent flap opened and another person walked in.
Zhang Feng laughed, "That's good, the 'Three Heroes of Feiying' are all here." He then introduced Huo Xinyue and her sister. The man was handsome and tall, none other than the renowned swordsman "Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword" Zhao Anliang. Miao Wei, Zhai Ying, and Zhao Anliang were the three most outstanding figures among the younger generation of chivalrous heroes, collectively known in the martial arts world as the "Flying Heroes Trio," and had gained considerable fame in recent years.
After exchanging pleasantries with the group, Zhao Anliang said, "I have obtained important information: Zhuo Butan's carriage will arrive at Black Wind Valley the day after tomorrow." The group was surprised, thinking, "They're here so soon."
Zhai Ying said, "Didn't they say it would be another seven or eight days before they arrived?"
Zhao Anliang said, "It seems the old thief got wind of something and changed the itinerary."
Miao Wei said, "These past few days, many martial arts practitioners have been ambushed and killed by their masters. I suppose the Ta Zi is already on guard." Deng Jiangong
said, "What should we do then? Alliance Leader Huo hasn't arrived yet. Should we take action?" Zhao Anliang was taken aback. After Deng Jiangong finished relaying the message from Huo Xinyue and her sister, he hurriedly said, "This is an opportunity that must not be missed. We must not hesitate. We must make a decisive decision on this matter."
Zhou Wenli said, "Zhuo Budan holds the position of Right Chancellor, wielding immense power. He is ruthless and cruel, exploiting the people. He is truly a heinous villain." "That treacherous traitor! This mission to pacify the Mongol tribes is the perfect opportunity to expose his treachery. Moreover, the Boshel Sutra he carries contains the secrets of the Yuan Dynasty's treasure, which is of utmost importance. This matter must be carefully considered."
Shi Tianzhu pondered for a while before saying, "Alliance Leader Huo is not familiar with the situation here. We should be prepared to adapt to changing circumstances. Let's discuss this." After some deliberation, they decided that Zhao Anliang would continue to investigate the Yuan army's movements, Huo Xinyue would meet her father and inform him of the situation, the others would lead the rebel army to ambush the Yuan army in Black Wind Valley as planned, and Huo Xintong, who insisted on staying with Miao Wei and Zhai Ying, would remain there.
After the discussion, Huo Xinyue and Zhao Anliang set off immediately, traveling together. Throughout the journey, Zhao Anliang was considerate and caring towards Huo Xinyue, showing her great diligence. After traveling for a day, the two spent the night in the wilderness. After finishing their meal, Zhao Anliang became very enthusiastic and talked endlessly about his experiences in the martial arts world, which Huo Xinyue listened to with great interest.
Suddenly, Zhao Anliang sighed and said, "Yue-mei! We should part ways tomorrow. I have something I've been keeping to myself and want to tell you."
Huo Xinyue said, "Brother Zhao, please speak." Zhao Anliang gazed at her tenderly, his eyes filled with affection, and said, "I fell in love with Yue-mei at first sight. I can't contain myself and have no choice but to speak out to ease my longing. I wonder if Yue-mei feels the same way about me."
Huo Xinyue blushed and whispered, "Brother Zhao! Actually, I like..." Zhao Anliang gently covered her red lips, and a faint scent of elk wafted into Huo Xinyue's nostrils.
Zhao Anliang said softly, "Yue-mei! Don't rush to answer me. Let's spend more time together and get to know each other better, okay?" Huo Xinyue couldn't bear to refuse his kindness and nodded slightly.
Zhao Anliang looked up at the moonlight and said, "What beautiful moonlight! The night scene in the borderlands is so beautiful, just like Yue-mei, so fresh, pure, and beautiful." Huo Xinyue was also happy to hear his praise. The two chatted for a while longer, and Huo Xinyue felt a little hot all over. An inexplicable fire rose within her, and her mind began to wander. Her fair face flushed red, and before she knew it, Zhao Anliang had gently embraced her. Smelling his masculine scent and hearing his sweet words, Huo Xinyue was overcome with passion, completely unaware that she was already nestled in Zhao Anliang's arms.
When Zhao Anliang's lips pressed against her cherry-like mouth, the intense heat within her finally erupted, her rational defenses completely collapsing. She responded breathlessly, utterly lost in herself. Zhao Anliang lifted her delicate body and laid her flat on the prepared grass, his hands busily clearing away any obstacles. In moments, Huo Xinyue's clothes were completely off.
Zhao Anliang stared at the girl's naked body, swallowing hard. Her delicate, flawless skin was as white as jade, and her rounded breasts looked so exquisite and lovely. With Huo Xinyue's rapid breathing, her snow-white, translucent breasts rose and fell rapidly, and her pale areolas turned a delicate peach-pink. Her flat, undulating abdomen trembled slightly, and her two shapely, slender legs fully displayed her graceful figure. Her tightly closed legs protected the girl's most precious private area, with only neat, thick pubic hair covering the mound.
Zhao Anliang imagined the sensual and stimulating sensation of entering, assaulting, occupying, tearing, and impacting this forbidden zone of a young girl, and couldn't resist the urge to pounce on Huo Xinyue. His hands kneaded her firm breasts, and he wildly kissed the girl's lips and neck, breathing in her alluring virgin scent...
"Ah..." Huo Xinyue moaned softly, her body flushed pink from the teasing, and waves of unbearable heat rose from within her, making her feel overwhelmed and unable to resist. Their lips were pressed tightly together, and Zhao Anliang's nimble tongue kept sucking and teasing in her mouth, tasting the sweet nectar.
He moved lower, taking one breast in each hand and savoring them, burying his head in the depths of her vulva, inhaling the alluring scent of her breasts. Occasionally, his lips would pinch and grind her nipples together, eliciting soft moans from the girl. His hands then probed between her legs, causing Huo Xinyue to gasp and intensify the erotic atmosphere. Ignoring her resistance, Zhao Anliang pressed his fingers firmly into her body, squeezing between her legs as she resisted, leaving Huo Xinyue's private parts completely exposed beneath him.
His fingers moved rhythmically and skillfully, kneading her clitoris. "Ah..." the girl cried out, trembling even more violently, her entire body like a rose being ravaged by a storm. Zhao Anliang's tongue traveled downwards, lingering briefly on her delicate navel before sliding down to her lower abdomen, teasing the petals and gently rubbing them with his teeth, enticing the girl to release the passion and desire within her.
"Ah...ah..." Huo Xinyue moaned softly, biting her lower lip, trying to control herself from succumbing to desire.
Zhao Anliang buried his face between the girl's legs, inhaling the fragrant scent, his fingers gently kneading the crevices, feeling the warm, moist opening. He parted the pink opening, revealing a complex, overlapping, and mysterious fragrant path.
"Oh..." Huo Xinyue's voice was a mixture of moaning and sobbing, her hands pressing Zhao Anliang's head down, her lower body twisting incessantly.
Zhao Anliang's desire burned fiercely, his lower body eager to try. He couldn't help but get up to take off his clothes when he suddenly heard two sharp whistles, one long and one short, from afar. He frowned, feeling annoyed. Looking at the alluring beauty before him, he murmured, "What a pity... such a pity..." After hesitating for a moment, he pounced on her writhing body, caressing and kneading it for a while before reluctantly getting up and leaving...
When Huo Xinyue regained her senses, she realized that in a moment of confusion, she had already lost her virginity to Zhao Anliang. She was filled with remorse and wept bitterly for a long time before getting up, dressing properly, and going to find her father.
* * * *
The rebel army, as planned, ambushed the Black Wind Valley in two groups the day before. Miao Wei, unarmed, has temporarily acquired a long halberd suitable for battlefield combat. He, along with Zhai Ying, Zhang Feng, Deng Jiangong, and others, led six hundred rebel soldiers in an ambush within the valley. On the morning of the second day, everyone was in high spirits, awaiting the arrival of the government troops. Zhai Ying stood close behind Miao Wei, and the group silently watched the valley entrance.
Zhai Ying whispered to Miao Wei, "Brother Miao! The old thief must be surrounded by many skilled guards. If we join forces, our chances of victory are greater. In the chaos, we must not separate; we should look after each other."
Miao Wei nodded, saying, "Even 'Dominating the World' Yuwen Jun alone would be difficult to defeat, let alone who else formidable figures might appear. We must act decisively and not linger. I'll lead the way, and you protect me from behind." Zhai Ying agreed. Suddenly, Zhang Feng called out in a low voice, "They're here!" The two looked up.
In the distance, billowing dust indicated a large army approaching. As they drew closer, they saw that the government troops numbered over a thousand, carrying more than thirty carts, with a red-covered wagon in the middle clearly being Zhuo Butan's vehicle. The rumbling sound of the procession could be heard as they quickly entered Black Wind Valley. Miao Wei and the others held their breath, waiting for the signal cannon to fire so they could charge into battle. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the mountaintop, and brilliant sparks flew through the air. Miao Wei, his spirits lifted, let out a long howl and charged forward, followed closely by Zhai Ying, the beautiful maiden of Tianshan. Zhang Feng, Deng Jiangong, and others led over six hundred rebels, shouting as they charged towards the government troops, instantly shattering the tranquility of the valley with shouts and neighing horses—a cacophony of battle cries.
The government troops, undeterred by the sudden turn of events, quickly formed ranks, drew their bows, and fired arrows with remarkable order. Miao Wei led the charge, wielding his iron halberd with impenetrable skill, while the rebels used their prepared sheepskin shields to deflect the rain of arrows. Miao Wei and Zhai Ying moved with incredible speed, closing in on the government troops in a few leaps. The archers cried out in alarm, and the spearmen charged forward to meet them. Miao Wei and Zhai Ying darted into the enemy ranks like lightning, fighting side-by-side in a fierce melee. The government troops were thrown into disarray, and the rebels broke through their lines, engaging in close combat.
At this moment, Shi Tianzhu and his wife Zhou Wenli arrived with eight hundred rebel soldiers, joining the fray. The two sides engaged in close-quarters combat, their battle cries echoing deafeningly through the valley. Miao Wei and Zhai Ying, wielding their halberds and swords in unison, were unstoppable, leaving no one in their wake. Seeing an officer giving a command, Miao Wei snatched a spear and hurled it with incredible force. The officer was pierced through the chest and fell from his horse. The soldiers panicked, but seeing his ferocity, they dared not stop him.
Miao Wei and Zhai Ying charged towards the red carriage in the center, and in the distance, they saw Zhou Wenli and his wife had also arrived nearby. Miao Wei wondered to himself why he hadn't seen any of Zhuo Bu's personal guards, nor the commander of the army, Yuwen Jun. Without a second thought, he roared, his iron halberd slicing through several soldiers before leaping onto the carriage. The surrounding soldiers cried out in alarm and swarmed forward, but Zhai Ying and Zhou Wenli fought back fiercely, holding them off.
Miao Wei flicked his halberd, flipping the carriage over, only to find it empty. A chill ran down his spine; he cried out, "A trap! Everyone be careful!" Suddenly, horns sounded from both sides of the valley. Looking up, he could see dark, imposing ranks of government troops charging towards the valley entrance…
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After Chu Xiong awoke, he recalled the events and was utterly astonished. Daring not to linger, he followed the map's directions, heading north to search for the treasure, stealthily making his way through, never daring to cause any more trouble. After traveling for several days, while hurrying along the road, they suddenly heard faint shouts of battle coming from afar. Listening closely, it sounded like a thousand troops fighting and tearing each other apart, the shouts of men and the neighing of horses echoing loudly, which terrified them. They dared not go any further, and instead circled around the mountains, fleeing in the opposite direction at full speed. At nightfall, they found a cave to hide in, and exhausted, they soon fell into a deep sleep. In their hazy sleep, they suddenly heard faint sounds of clashing weapons and shouts coming from outside the cave. They were startled awake and went to the cave entrance to look out.
In the moonlight, cold glints flashed and fierce energy surged. Three figures were fighting fiercely with swift movements. Upon closer inspection, they recognized two of them as "Iron Man" Miao Wei and "Heavenly Beauty" Zhai Ying. Two men, their clothes torn and covered in blood, were fiercely attacking a pale-faced, black-bearded man in his forties, dressed in brocade robes. The man proved to be exceptionally skilled, maintaining perfect balance and not being at a disadvantage even under the combined assault of two top-tier fighters. Chu Xiong didn't recognize him; this man was none other than Yuwen Jun, the Grand Commander of the Imperial Guards, known as "Dominating the World."
Miao Wei's halberd had vanished, replaced by a single-edged sword. His powerful stance and exquisite techniques, combined with Zhai Ying's swordplay, enveloped Yuwen Jun in a relentless barrage. Yuwen Jun's longsword, heavy and steady, moved with unpredictable grace, deflecting each attack. In truth, Miao Wei and Zhai Ying, having fought their way out, were nearly exhausted, but faced with a formidable foe, they had no choice but to fight with their last ounce of strength. Yuwen Jun inwardly cursed himself for his arrogance. He knew defeating even one of them was difficult enough, and he'd assumed both were exhausted and easily defeated, yet he'd pursued them alone without any help. He hadn't expected them to be so powerful even when fighting together; it was truly unexpected.
Suddenly, Zhai Ying thrust his sword forward, the tip just three feet in front of Yuwen Jun, then abruptly veered to the left, swiftly thrusting back and, before Yuwen Jun could parry, lifting him from below. This move was incredibly unpredictable and extremely fierce. Yuwen Jun was startled and leaped away. Miao Wei seized the opportunity, advancing with three swift, powerful strikes, each aimed at Yuwen Jun's vitals. Having lost the initiative, Yuwen Jun found himself at a disadvantage. He swung his sword east and west, parrying and blocking, when a sharp sound rang out. Zhai Ying's longsword pierced his right leg, piercing his trousers and then slashing swiftly, leaving a bloody gash. Yuwen Jun cried out and quickly flipped backward, disappearing from sight in a few leaps.
Zhai Ying swayed and collapsed to the ground. Being a woman, she was physically weak, and having exerted all her strength, the sudden release of pressure left her exhausted. Miao Wei rushed to help her up, checked her surroundings, and then carried her towards Chu Xiong. Chu Xiong was startled, worried that Miao Wei would discover the cave entrance, and hurriedly hid inside, concealing himself in a corner. Sure enough, as they approached, Miao Wei discovered the cave entrance and helped Zhai Ying inside. He lit a lamp with a scythe to scout the cave's interior, laid Zhai Ying down, and used his internal energy to soothe her.
After a moment, Zhai Ying regained consciousness and whispered, "Brother Miao! I'm fine, I just need a rest." Miao Wei was relieved, but fearing pursuit by Eagle Claw, he dared not light a fire. The two secretly regulated their breathing. Chu Xiong was secretly anxious, wondering when the two would leave. After a long while, Miao Wei finished regulating his breathing first and went to the cave entrance to shield Zhai Ying from the cold wind. Seeing this, Zhai Ying felt a surge of warmth in her heart and exclaimed, "Brother Miao! Let's go inside!"
Miao Wei agreed and rushed ahead to enter. Zhai Ying followed behind, but suddenly tripped and fell forward with a cry. Miao Wei turned around and caught her, saying, "Sister Zhai, be careful!" Zhai Ying smelled his strong masculine scent and felt a pang of panic.
The two helped each other to a seat deep inside the cave. Miao Wei said, "Sister Zhai, rest well. I'll guard you."
Zhai Ying sighed, "How can I sleep here? Thinking of the righteous army's crushing defeat, my heart aches."
Miao Wei was also heartbroken and gently patted Zhai Ying's shoulder, saying, "Victory and defeat are predetermined. We will avenge our fallen brothers."
Zhai Ying whispered, "Expelling the Tatars is the true nature of chivalry. As long as I can live and die with you, Brother..." "Death, even death would be without regret..."
Miao Wei's heart warmed, and he said in a trembling voice, "Sister Zhai..."
Zhai Ying gently rested her head on Miao Wei's shoulder and said, "I have always respected your heroic spirit, brother. As long as I can stay with you like this forever, I don't care about life or death in the future."
Miao Wei was moved and hugged Zhai Ying, saying, "I am but a warrior. To have such a confidante as Sister Zhai, what more could I ask for?" The two sat together, saying nothing more.
After an unknown amount of time, Miao Wei gently laid the sleeping Zhai Ying down, walked slowly to the cave entrance, and looked at the night sky, his heart surging with emotion and his thoughts churning. Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle in the distance. His heart skipped a beat, and he recognized the voice of "Divine Hand" Deng Jiangong. The whistle was urgent, indicating that they were in danger. Miao Wei reached out and picked up the single-edged sword, glanced into the cave, hesitated for a moment, and then leaped away.
The cave was silent. Chu Xiong, seeing everything clearly, seized the opportunity to slip away quietly. Suddenly, he heard Zhai Ying moan in her sleep and quickly crouched down. Thinking of Zhai Ying's stunning beauty, a burning desire surged within him. This was the perfect opportunity; the unattainable fairy was right before him, and Chu Xiong's lust was aroused.
He boldly approached Zhai Ying, gently caressing her body. The softness of her flesh stirred his desire. He boldly unbuttoned Zhai Ying's top, the smooth skin instantly arousing him. Trembling, he removed her lower garment and pressed his head against the private parts of his dream goddess.
Suddenly, Zhai Ying moved, and Chu Xiong broke out in a cold sweat. He heard Zhai Ying say shyly, "Brother Wei, what...what are you doing?"
A thought struck Chu Xiong, and he pressed his lips against Zhai Ying's body, kissing hers. A strange, exciting feeling caused both of them to tremble simultaneously. Chu Xiong sucked on the beautiful woman's tongue, feeling the saliva secreted from its tip. His hands caressed her full breasts, and a current of electricity coursed through their bodies. Zhai Ying gently pushed him away a few times, but finally gave in, allowing Chu Xiong to take liberties with her. Chu Xiong gradually kneaded her firm, sacred breasts with increasing force, his lips kissing every corner of Zhai Ying's face.
"Ah..." The unprecedented stimulation made Zhai Ying gasp softly. Chu Xiong quickly moved downwards, kissing her tender nipples, his right hand tracing her lower abdomen and sliding over her jade-like legs. He kept shaking his head, indulging in sucking on Zhai Ying's exquisite breasts, feeling her rapid heartbeat, and hearing the heroine's heavy breathing. The excitement in his heart was indescribable, and his demonic claws finally reached for her secret place. Zhai Ying straightened her body, her legs clamping Chu Xiong's demonic claws tightly, her jade-like hands pushing against the man's body.
Chu Xiong had already touched the wet place, and his desire instantly boiled over. He excitedly kissed Zhai Ying's entire body, while his fingers probed into her moist crevice.
"Ah..." Zhai Ying gasped, spreading her legs and pressing down hard on the demonic claws between her legs to stop them from moving, her body writhing restlessly. Chu Xiong was already at the peak of excitement. He withdrew his wet fingers, quickly took off his lower garment, and pounced on Zhai Ying again.
Zhai Ying felt a surge of fear as her lower body touched the hot, rod-like object. She pushed against his body, trembling and sobbing, "Brother Wei...no..." The chivalrous woman who had roamed the martial world was now as weak and helpless as a little girl. Chu Xiong held the beautiful woman of Tianshan tightly, using his knees to spread her legs. His penis rubbed against her vulva a few times before finally pressing against her flesh. Zhai Ying sighed and relaxed her body, ceasing her struggle.
Chu Xiong began to thrust forcefully. Tianshan Xiu Nu frowned slightly, biting her lower lip, her body trembling slightly. Chu Xiong also felt the difficulty of moving forward; it was so narrow, so tight, so oppressive. After much struggle, he finally reached an obstacle. Chu Xiong was overjoyed and pressed down hard with all his might. Zhai Ying let out a muffled groan, tightly embracing the man's body, biting Chu Xiong's shoulder and refusing to let go for a long time. Chu Xiong was fully inside her, a pleasurable feeling spreading throughout his body. He couldn't believe that the woman beneath him was the powerful and famous Tianshan Xiu Nu; it was like a dream. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, lowering his head to kiss her pink face, only to find it wet with tears.
Chu Xiong finally couldn't restrain himself any longer and began to ravage the heroine's body. Zhai Ying frowned, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, panting as she silently endured the man's repeated, violent thrusts. Chu Xiong thrust forcefully and with unbridled pleasure, his hands grasping and playing with her breasts at will. Hearing Zhai Ying's painful moans, the psychological enjoyment far surpassed the physical possession. Zhai Ying gradually adapted to the man's strength, her lower body becoming increasingly lubricated, allowing Chu Xiong even more unimpeded access. He couldn't help but pound away fiercely, each thrust going all the way to the bottom. Getting carried away, he lifted the heroine's round buttocks and shook them violently. Zhai Ying finally couldn't withstand the strange stimulation and couldn't help but throw her head back and scream loudly, her hands tightly gripping Chu Xiong's arms, her body twisting and turning, her whole body as if being drenched in water.
Chu Xiong grew even more excited, burying himself in his work, sweating profusely. Their two wet bodies were entwined tightly, the sounds of their wanton intercourse filling the cave with an atmosphere of lust. Finally, under the tight, writhing contractions of Zhai Ying's vaginal walls, Chu Xiong could no longer restrain himself and released his pent-up desire upon the beautiful woman from Tianshan. Her languid, weak arms encircled Chu Xiong's neck, and Chu Xiong felt something soft pressing against his chest. He couldn't help but kiss Zhai Ying's lips passionately. The two lingered for a long time until Zhai Ying was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in Chu Xiong's arms.
Chu Xiong, fearing Miao Wei's return, lingered greedily over the female warrior before reluctantly dressing and leaving.
Miao Wei ran five or six miles in the direction of the sound, but still saw no one, growing increasingly anxious. Seeing Deng Jian Gong fighting as he fled, the situation was dire. He quickened his pace, searching everywhere. After running another mile or so, he suddenly heard shouts and fighting ahead. He rushed forward, quickly reaching a mountain hollow.
There stood a long-haired foreign monk, his palms moving like the wind, forcing Deng Jian Gong to dodge left and right, shouting in alarm, clearly unable to defend himself. Suddenly, the monk shifted his body, striking down with a swift, powerful, and extremely fierce palm strike. This attack came too suddenly; Deng Jian Gong had no chance to escape. Miao Wei shouted urgently, his single-edged sword flashing out, a cold, eerie blue light emanating as he slashed at the Tibetan monk.
Startled, the monk, disregarding the danger, retreated three steps, desperately trying to escape. Seeing Miao Wei's sword strike, he immediately launched his left leg to kick at Miao Wei's right wrist. Miao Wei swung his sword diagonally, directly striking the monk's left foot; the monk's right foot followed, a swift, coordinated attack that propelled him into the air. Miao Wei secretly cheered, his left fist lashing out towards the monk's knee. Seeing the monk suspended in mid-air, unable to move, he knew that if the punch landed, even if the knee didn't shatter, the leg bone would surely break.
Seeing his punch near the monk's knee, Miao Wei suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind as the monk's palm descended upon his head. He reacted swiftly, changing his punch into a palm strike to meet the attack. With a resounding 'bang,' both palms collided. Miao Wei felt a sharp pain in his hand and a tingling numbness in his arm. He retracted his hand and followed up with a slash of his sword. The monk didn't dodge, reaching out to grab him. Miao Wei already knew his opponent wore a gauntlet-like weapon and possessed far greater internal strength than himself, so he dared not be careless. He unleashed a barrage of sword strikes, one after another, aimed at the monk's vital points.
The Tibetan monk was truly formidable; his ten fingers were like hooks, gripping and seizing with deadly force. His palm techniques were unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, feinting and real, constantly shifting, effortlessly deflecting Miao Wei's attacks. Miao Wei, known as the "Iron Man," was only spurred on by stronger opponents. He let out a long roar, his single-edged sword becoming a blur, truly a dreamlike blade of light, swift as an arrow, quick as lightning. The Tibetan monk was also quite taken aback, changing his tactics, his fists and feet moving with wide, unrestrained force, his moves primarily based on strength, responding to each move, sometimes defending, sometimes attacking, engaging Miao Wei in an incredibly fierce battle. The
two moved swiftly, their movements incredibly fast; this exchange was truly astonishing, a scene of breathtaking beauty. After a long and fierce battle, Miao Wei gradually lost ground. He thought to himself, "This man's martial arts are no less than Yuwen Jun's. I am no match for him. If this drags on and his reinforcements arrive, it will be difficult for me to escape." With that thought, he launched a few more fierce attacks, shouted a signal to Deng Jiangong, and the two of them headed west. The Tibetan monk, however, was not about to let them go and pursued them relentlessly. The three of them fought as they went, stopping and starting as they went, covering another four miles.
Just as they were chasing each other, they encountered a young man of about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. He was very handsome, and although he appeared somewhat delicate and frail, he was spirited and had an extraordinary bearing. The young man, who had been watching the three fight for a while, suddenly spoke up: "'Snow Peak Master'! Having been detached from worldly affairs for so many years, how have you become the lackey of the Tatars? Doesn't this bring shame upon the Snow Mountain sect?" The Tibetan monk, his identity revealed, was startled and shouted, "Who are you?" The young man didn't answer, but suddenly lunged forward, striking the monk's chest with a palm strike—a direct attack on his vitals.
The Tibetan monk was none other than the extraordinary "Snow Peak Master," Tie Putuo, the leader of the Snow Mountain sect. Seeing the young man suddenly attack without apparent reason, he was angered. He shifted his feet, dodging the attack, and thrust his finger towards the young man's back. The young man swung his left arm back, a defensive stance containing an offensive element. After several exchanges, the young man's palm strikes became faster and more powerful. Tie Putuo was greatly surprised. He saw that the young man was quite young, yet his martial arts skills were not much inferior to his own. Seeing Miao Wei attack again, he knew he was unlikely to win. With a roar, he unleashed a series of palm strikes, taking advantage of a slight lull in the opponent's attack, and swiftly disappeared into the distance.
Miao Wei and Deng Jiangong thanked the young man and exchanged names. The young man was named Qiu Shaotang, nicknamed "Jade-Faced Young Master," and was actually Qiu Hua's cousin.
Upon hearing their names, Qiu Shaotang exclaimed with delight, "Alliance Leader Huo and I met on the way and came together. Only upon arriving here did we learn that the righteous army had suffered a defeat in Black Wind Valley, so we split up to search for our lost brothers who had broken through the encirclement. It was a fortunate coincidence that I found you."
Miao Wei, upon hearing this, exclaimed in surprise, "My sworn brother has arrived? Where is he?"
Qiu Shaotang laughed, "Let's go meet up with Alliance Leader Huo." It was already broad daylight. Just as the three were about to get up, Miao Wei suddenly cried out, "Ouch!" Remembering Zhai Ying in the cave, he wondered how she was. He hurriedly told Qiu Shaotang and Deng Jiangong to go meet their sworn brother first, while he used his lightness skill to run as fast as he could. He was extremely anxious the whole way, fearing that Zhai Ying might have been lost. After running several miles back to the cave, they found no trace of Zhai Ying. They frantically searched everywhere, calling out loudly. They searched for over an hour, thoroughly checking the surrounding area, but still found no trace of Zhai Ying. They
returned to the cave and searched carefully again, finally finding a small pool of blood on the ground. Their hearts burned with fear, thinking that something terrible had happened to Zhai Ying. Emerging from the cave and gazing at the sky, he felt remorse and blamed himself for his carelessness and lack of foresight. Frustrated, he let out a long, resounding howl, loud and clear like a dragon's roar, echoing endlessly. Suddenly, he heard someone say, "Who's shouting like that, disturbing my peace?" Miao Wei looked in the direction of the voice and saw two figures flying towards him in the distance. One was tall and fierce-looking; Miao Wei recognized him as the infamous underworld figure, "The Poisonous Tyrant of the Four Seas," Li Haijiang. The other was a pale-faced, unfamiliar old man dressed in a white robe.
Upon seeing Miao Wei, Li Haijiang couldn't help but laugh, "So it's 'Iron Man' here. You escaped the battle at Black Wind Valley, but you won't be so lucky today."
Miao Wei's face turned ashen, and he said coldly, "Just because of you?"
Li Haijiang said, "I'm afraid I don't have that skill. Let me introduce you. This is the pillar of the martial arts world, the invincible grandmaster—'Nine Desolate Demon God' Elder Bai."
Miao Wei was suddenly startled. 'Nine Desolate Demon God' Bai Fuwei had guarded the border for decades without a single defeat, known as the number one person beyond the Great Wall. He was indeed an extraordinary martial arts master. Could this be the white-robed old man before him? Bai Fuwei sized up Miao Wei and said, "The name 'Iron Man' carries some weight in the martial world. I'll present it to Lord Zhuo as a greeting gift."
Miao Wei, enraged, brandished his single-edged sword and shouted, "This junior, Miao Wei, presumptuously requests a few moves from Senior Bai."
Bai Fuwei ignored him, glancing sideways. Knowing his opponent was formidable, Miao Wei secretly gathered his inner energy, let out a roar, and with a whooshing sound, launched his first attack, the tip of his blade aimed directly at Bai Fuwei's dantian acupoint. The ferocity and power of his strike were astonishing. Bai Fuwei dodged with a sliding step, but suddenly Miao Wei's single-edged sword flashed, slashing towards his throat. Bai Fuwei, with remarkable accuracy, flicked his finger at the side of the sword, sending himself flying backward. Miao Wei's arm went numb and sore, his tiger's mouth throbbed with pain, and his single-edged sword nearly
flew out of his hand after being deflected. He was greatly shocked. Just as he was about to strike again, Bai Fuwei unleashed his movement technique, seemingly flying through the air without touching the ground. He immediately lunged forward, his right hand reaching out to strike. Miao Wei bent his right knee, raising his sword to slash at Miao Wei's wrist, but Bai Fuwei changed his
strike into a grab, hooking the single-edged sword away with a deft flick. Miao Wei retreated rapidly, his face changing drastically. This was his first defeat since his debut, and such a humiliating one at that, leaving him utterly astonished by Bai Fuwei's martial arts prowess. Suddenly, a shout rang out, "Catch!" Miao Wei swiftly grabbed a longsword, his gaze instantly filled with heroic spirit. Seeing Qiu Shaotang, Deng Jiangong, and a middle-aged man wielding a silver spear approaching rapidly,
Miao Wei recognized him as his sworn brother, Huo Zongheng, the leader of the Righteous Alliance, known as "The Silver Spear of Heaven-Stabilizing." Miao Wei exclaimed joyfully, "Brother! You've arrived!"
Huo Zongheng laughed, "My dear brother! Senior Bai is a reclusive master; how can you be so rude?"
Bai Fuwei coldly said, "You're Huo Zongheng? You've come at the perfect time, saving me some trouble."
Huo Zongheng strode forward and declared loudly, "Let my brother and I both experience Senior Bai's unparalleled skills." Bai Fuwei scoffed, his face filled with contempt. Huo Zongheng flicked his silver spear, conjuring nine spear flowers that attacked Bai Fuwei. The expression on Bai Fuwei's face hardened instantly, his initial contempt vanishing. He slashed out with his blade, the cold light flashing and emitting a hissing sound.
Miao Wei was equally unhurried, brandishing his longsword and unleashing the "Disorderly Cloak" technique. The white blade gleamed in the sunlight, like ten thousand golden snakes darting and slithering about. The hissing sounds in the arena intensified. Bai Fuwei's moves were fierce and ruthless. With his extremely powerful internal energy, he wielded his sharp blade, executing exquisite techniques. Azure light rippled, and blade energy permeated the air. Miao Wei and the others felt as if a large snowball was spinning in front of them, emitting a bone-chilling cold. Bai Fuwei was also surprised. He saw that Miao Wei's sword moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, full of hidden traps. But as soon as Bai Fuwei countered, Miao Wei would immediately retreat and use a new move. Almost none of his moves were executed to their full potential. Bai Fuwei thought to himself, "So his martial arts are quite superb. I won by surprise just now, but it wouldn't have been so easy if I used real skill."
Huo Zongheng's silver spear was like a dragon, unpredictable and swift as the wind. His spear technique was exquisite, and his martial arts skills were even superior to Miao Wei's. Bai Fuwei dared not be careless and used his supernatural powers to engage the two in fierce combat. In the blink of an eye, sixty or seventy moves had passed. Suddenly, Bai Fuwei's offensive intensified, and he unleashed nine consecutive strikes in an instant. The two fought back fiercely, and by the ninth strike, Miao Wei's arm was already injured. Huo Zongheng roared, his spear flashing with complex and rapid moves as he launched a counterattack. Miao Wei also intensified his swordplay, complementing Huo Zongheng perfectly.
Bai Fuwei suddenly let out a clear whistle, leaping high and low, dodging and weaving, unleashing over sixty ruthless and deadly attacks in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Huo Zongheng and Miao Wei each suffered five or six knife wounds, but Bai Fuwei's anger only grew stronger. He had already given his all and held a significant advantage, but his opponents grew stronger with each setback, refusing to back down in the face of danger. He couldn't defeat them quickly, and with two opponents remaining, a prolonged battle would be extremely disadvantageous.
With a sudden resolve, he prepared to unleash his most ruthless move. Just then, a melodious, delicate sound of flutes drifted in, faint yet clearly audible to everyone. Four white-clad maidens, each holding a jade flute, floated gracefully towards him. A beautiful woman draped in a pink veil approached slowly to the music, proclaiming, "The Cloud Palace of Mingwu Peak respectfully invites Elder Bai to move aside. Do not engage in reckless fighting here." Bai Fuwei was startled, stepping aside to stare blankly at the five women. After a long pause, he finally grunted and said, "That's enough for today! Say hello to your palace master." With that, he stormed off, and Li Haijiang hurriedly followed.
Seeing Bai Fuwei disappear into the distance, Miao Wei turned to the woman in pink and bowed respectfully, saying, "Thank you for helping me, young lady. May I ask your name? The Alliance of Heroes will remember this kindness."
The woman in pink smiled faintly and said, "I live in seclusion deep in the mountains and have never associated with outsiders, so it's fine not to mention my name. My family has some connection with Hero Miao, so this is just a small favor. We're off." With that, she turned and disappeared.
Miao Wei said, "Miss..."
The woman in pink suddenly turned around and said, "When will you have time, Great Hero Miao? Please come to Yunxia Palace on Misty Peak tomorrow. I will offer you fragrant tea and await your arrival." Immediately, the sound of the flute rose again, and the five women floated away, disappearing in an instant. Everyone exclaimed in amazement; they were truly ethereal, like fairies.
Miao Wei greeted his sworn brother again, and Qiu Shaotang and the others asked about Zhai Ying's whereabouts. Miao Wei gave a detailed account, and everyone was worried. They searched again separately, but still found nothing.
Qiu Shaotang suggested, "Let's go back and look for the other brothers. Miss Zhai is a lucky person; she will surely turn misfortune into good fortune." Miao Wei and the others agreed, and the group continued their search towards Black Wind Valley. After searching for two days, as they were making their way forward, Qiu Shaotang suddenly pointed to a small hill ahead and said, "There's a fight going on on the hill." Miao Wei and the others looked and saw flashes of light on the hilltop, clearly the reflections of weapons. They quickly quickened their pace and rushed towards the hill.
Upon reaching the hilltop, they saw four people locked in fierce combat in two pairs. Qiu Hua, the "Snow Sword Phoenix," and Shang Meizhen, the "Ruthless Soul-Stealing Swordswoman," launched a rapid sword attack, the clanging of their weapons as dense as a torrential rain, showing them evenly matched, with no clear advantage. On the other side, Zhou Wenli, the "Nine-Armed Divine Dragon," fought bare-handed with an old man in black, but the force of their palm strikes was powerful, reaching several meters away, demonstrating that both were exceptionally skilled. Qiu Shaotang said in a deep voice, "It's Liao Hongyi, the 'Netherworld Ghost'!"
Miao Wei and the others were all shocked upon hearing this. Liao Hongyi was originally a famous master of the evil sect, who once stirred up a storm in the martial arts world. Later, he offended a reclusive master and disappeared from the martial arts world. They never expected to encounter him here today. The two fought for a long time, with strong winds blowing against their faces and sharp blades. Liao Hongyi's moves were mysterious and strange, all of them were evil martial arts, and his attacks were extremely fierce. Zhou Wenli's upper body was completely covered by his palms. Zhou Wenli's moves were extremely complex. His left hand was either a fist or a palm, unpredictable and ever-changing, while his right hand was purely a skill of the fingers. His five fingers were like playing the zither and the lute, sometimes plucking, sometimes twisting, sometimes flicking, sometimes strumming, completely neutralizing Liao Hongyi's attacks.
Seeing the brilliance of the fight, the crowd secretly cheered. After a few more moments, Shang Meizhen gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Her martial arts skills were already slightly inferior to Qiu Hua's, and swordsmanship was not her forte. Seeing Miao Wei and the others arrive, she panicked and was forced into a flurry of attacks by Qiu Hua, gradually retreating towards the steep slope. Suddenly, Qiu Hua's longsword pierced through the air, swiftly thrusting towards Shang Meizhen's chest. Midway through the attack, the tip of the sword trembled slightly and bent, diagonally stabbing at her right shoulder. Shang Meizhen hurriedly lowered her shoulder to dodge, but with a soft clang, the sword rebounded and pierced her left upper arm. She cried out "Ouch!" and retreated hastily, only to find herself at the edge of the slope. She lost her footing and tumbled down the hillside.
Liao Hongyi had been closely monitoring his surroundings, and seeing the situation turning against him, he tried to escape. However, Qiu Shaotang had already anticipated his plan, and the group spread out to surround him, cutting off his escape route. Liao Hongyi, anxious, leaped up and struck three times with lightning speed, then spun around and lunged at Qiu Shaotang. In his view, this was the weakest point. Qiu Shaotang, calm and collected, moved with lightning speed, his palms flying like drifting snowflakes. Seeing this, Liao Hongyi dared not be careless, adopting an offensive strategy, throwing punches to counterattack.
Suddenly, he heard a shout from behind: "Watch out!" and felt several hidden weapons hurtling through the air. "Nine-Armed Divine Dragon" was most skilled in concealed weapon techniques. With a flick of his wrist, six darts enveloped Liao Hongyi's entire body. Liao Hongyi, unable to break through, turned and leaped swiftly. His body twisted slightly in mid-air, his posture graceful, dodging the darts. Miao Wei and the others secretly admired him. Before Liao Hongyi landed, he felt a strong wind on his back. With no way to dodge or defend, he could only gather his strength in his back to meet the attack head-on, while simultaneously swung his right fist fiercely, hoping to inflict mutual injury.
With a soft "thud," Qiu Shaotang's "Heart-Pulling Finger" struck solidly. Liao Hongyi cried out, all his strength gone. The sixth dart, launched first and arriving later, was unavoidable, striking him squarely in the chest and piercing his heart. The "Ghost of the Underworld" collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Zhou Wenli and his wife came over to greet everyone, but Qiu Shaotang pulled Qiu Hua aside and whispered for a while.
Before Zhou Wenli could speak, tears welled up in his eyes as he said, "Brother Huo! This time we suffered a terrible defeat. 'Iron-Armed Heavenly King' Shi Tianzhu, 'Grassroots Eccentric' Zhang Feng, and more than 1,500 righteous brothers have all perished." Everyone wept. Tears welled in Huo Zongheng's tiger-like eyes as he stepped forward to comfort Zhou Wenli, saying, "Don't be sad. We'll get our revenge sooner or later." Qiu Shaotang approached and inquired about the whole story. Zhou Wenli recounted it again, and Qiu Shaotang listened in silence for a long while before saying, "This matter seems suspicious."
Huo Zongheng glanced at him, his face full of doubt. Qiu Shaotang said, "We'll talk about this later. Right now, we have an excellent opportunity."
Huo Zongheng asked, "What opportunity?"
Qiu Shaotang replied, "Using Liao Hongyi and Shang Meizhen to infiltrate the enemy camp and gather intelligence."
Miao Wei said, "You mean…"
Qiu Shaotang turned to Deng Jiangong and said, "Let's see how skillful you are." Everyone suddenly understood.
Qiu Shaotang said, "Let's find a place to stay and discuss this further. Besides, the whereabouts of Alliance Leader Huo's two daughters are unknown, so we must continue our search." Everyone nodded and hurriedly went down the mountain.
Not long after they left, a dark figure, as swift as a ghost and as fast as the wind and lightning, leaped to the top of the steep slope in the blink of an eye. It was an old man with a purple face and a green robe, carrying Shang Meizhen, who had just rolled down the mountain. The old man threw Shang Meizhen to the ground, looked around, and asked her, "Who are you? Who threw you down the mountain?"
Shang Meizhen looked haggard and stood up, saying, "I am Shang Meizhen. I accidentally fell down the mountain. Thank you for saving me, senior. May I ask your name?"
The old man looked Shang Meizhen up and down and said, "You are 'Ruthless Soul-Destroying'? I am Sima Xiao." Shang Meizhen was shocked. "'Shura' Sima Xiao?"
For decades, the two top masters recognized in the martial arts world were 'Heroic Saint' Yunxiao and 'Shura' Sima Xiao. One was righteous and the other was evil, and they were revered as the pillars of martial arts in the world, two grandmasters. The old man in front of her was one of them.
Sima Xiao looked at the woman before him. Shang Meizhen was no longer the disguised village girl; she had reverted to her original appearance, wearing a green silk dress. Her skin was fair and smooth, her waist slender, her breasts firm, her hips shapely, and her figure long and voluptuous. She possessed an exquisitely beautiful face, her alluring eyes captivating, and her entire being utterly alluring—truly a rare beauty. The old demon felt a tingling itch in his heart, his desire stirring.
Shang Meizhen saw the lust in Sima Xiao's eyes and her heart skipped a beat. Her gaze swept over his lower body and she noticed the unusual sight. Her fair face flushed instantly, and she tensed, straightening her body, which only accentuated her alluring curves. Sima Xiao reached out and pressed her to the ground, pinning her down on his body. The woman's warm, elastic breasts pressed intimately against his chest, an alluring fragrance wafting through the air.
Shang Meizhen struggled violently beneath him. "Senior...don't do this..." She pushed against Sima Xiao's shoulders, her shapely, strong thighs twisting in an attempt to break free, only further arousing the man's penis. Sima Xiao pressed her legs down, kissing her face, ears, and neck passionately, his desire growing ever stronger. He pinned Shang Meizhen's right hand behind her back, reaching inside her clothes to swiftly and accurately grasp her breast, feeling its warm heat.
Shang Meizhen couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," her whole body trembling. Her luscious red lips were immediately sealed with a kiss, her top was forcefully ripped open, and her smooth, round breasts were completely exposed and wantonly played with. Shang Meizhen's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She tried to turn over, but this caused a sharp pain in her arm behind her back. The man's hands explored and removed her skirt, his alluring eyes filled with fear. Ignoring her struggles and resistance, Sima Xiao swiftly stripped her of her clothes, removed his own lower garment, revealing his erect penis.
He tightly grasped Shang Meizhen's hands, used his knees to spread her legs, and gently rubbed his hard penis between her thighs. Shang Meizhen realized she was doomed and had no chance of survival. She gave up resisting, her body going limp. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes tightly shut, her firm, round breasts heaving with each heavy breath. Sima Xiao buried his face in her pink neck, licking and caressing her, one hand stroking her breasts while the other roamed over her naked body. Her smooth, cool skin brought him inexplicable pleasure. As his hands and lips roamed freely, Shang Meizhen trembled, tiny bumps appearing on her smooth, delicate skin. Sima Xiao kissed her entire body, then pressed his lips to hers again. Shang Meizhen kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing his tongue's exploration.
Under the light, Shang Meizhen's fair and delicate body was beautiful, clean, and full of alluring temptation. Sima Xiao knelt on top of her, close to her body, his penis exploring the entrance to her alluring orifice, which was already somewhat lubricated. Sima Xiao suddenly exerted force, his penis entering to the full hilt. "Ah..." Shang Meizhen let out a painful cry, her whole body tensing up, the muscles in her vagina contracting violently, clamping the man's penis tightly, hissing and gasping for breath, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Sima Xiao began thrusting into Shang Meizhen's 'sexy' body. Unlike her icy exterior, her vaginal canal was fiery hot, with a tight, elastic constriction that intensely and pleasurably squeezed his penis and glans. Seeing Shang Meizhen's numb expression, Sima Xiao felt a surge of conquest. He quickened his movements, simultaneously kneading her soft breasts roughly. As the man's thrusts intensified, Shang Meizhen's cheeks flushed again, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin, as if absorbing the man's heat. Her body gradually began to heat up.
Sima Xiao, brimming with pride, quickened his pace. The woman's body beneath him grew increasingly lubricated and hot, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body, driving him to thrust his penis deeper into her with each stroke. His entire upper body pressed against Shang Meizhen's breasts, twisting and deforming her proud breasts. He lifted her full buttocks with both hands, using all his strength to thrust deeper and deeper with each stroke. Shang Meizhen's eyes were glazed, her face flushed, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily. Unconsciously, her hands wrapped around the man's back, her hips swaying gently, allowing the man to take whatever he wanted from her beautiful body.
The stimulation was too intense; each contraction of her 'sexy' vagina brought Sima Xiao immense pleasure. Soon, he felt Shang Meizhen's nails digging deep into his back, the pain bringing him even greater excitement. "Ah...!" With a long moan, Shang Meizhen's hands gripped Sima Xiao tightly, her vaginal muscles contracting strongly, clamping down on his penis. This sensation immediately sent Sima Xiao into a climax of pleasure, his penis convulsing uncontrollably. As the indescribable pleasure surged to his brain, he groaned, and spurts of semen gushed out, shooting deep into the depths of Shang Meizhen's vagina...
After an extremely pleasurable experience, Sima Xiao rested on Shang Meizhen for a while, then got up to wipe his manhood on her thighs. Seeing the patches of blood amidst the filth, he exclaimed in surprise, "You're still a virgin!" His eyes widened in disbelief. Shang Meizhen turned her head away, tears streaming down her face from her tightly closed eyes. Although she appeared promiscuous, she held herself in high esteem; ordinary men were beneath her notice. She had always hoped to meet a man she truly loved and spend her life with, but today she had lost her virginity to this old devil, leaving her heartbroken.
Sima Xiao dressed coldly and said, "I'll take you as my maid to serve me. From now on, you must serve me wholeheartedly. If you fail in the slightest, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Shang Meizhen felt a pang of pain in her heart upon hearing this, knowing she was now trapped in a sea of suffering with no freedom. A deep sorrow welled up within her, and she sighed inwardly…
* * * *
Inside the Yuan camp's military tent, Yuwen Jun was hosting a banquet to welcome the unharmed return of Liao Hongyi and Shang Meizhen. These two were actually Zhou Wenli and his wife in disguise. Also present at the table were Tie Putuo, the Fengyun Shuangxie, and others. Zhou Wenli and Qiu Hua sat to Yuwen Jun's left and right. Yuwen Jun raised his cup and said, "Congratulations to Brother Liao and Miss Shang on your victorious return. I offer this cup of wine as a token of my respect." He then drank it down.
Zhou Wenli stood up and said, "Commander, I am unworthy of your words. If it weren't for the appearance of 'Jade-Faced Young Master' Qiu Shaotang, I believe we would have already captured the 'Nine-Armed Divine Dragon' couple. Now I return empty-handed, and I am truly ashamed!"
Yuwen Jun said, "Brother Liao, you are mistaken! I heard from Master Tie that the Jade-Faced Young Master's martial arts are extremely strong, and the 'Nine-Armed Divine Dragon' couple are even more outstanding masters of the time. The two of them fought against three opponents and still managed to defeat Zhou Wenli." "He was seriously injured, which truly impressed Yuwen,"
Nie Feng said. "Brother Liao, don't be modest. I'll toast you. I know you have a great capacity for alcohol; we won't leave until we're drunk. It's a pity Brother Li isn't here, otherwise it would be even more enjoyable."
Zhou Wenli asked, "Has Brother Li not returned yet?"
Yuwen Jun said, "Brother Li went to invite a senior. Don't worry about him; let's drink to our hearts' content." Tie Putuo and the others echoed his sentiments.
Qiu Hua was secretly alarmed. She knew her husband was not a good drinker; she was afraid this drinking style would reveal his weakness. Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a heat on her thigh and was startled. Looking down, she saw Yuwen Jun's large hand caressing her thigh. She felt both ashamed and angry, and was about to rise angrily when she suddenly remembered her current status. Her body went limp, and she slumped back down, her face flushed crimson. Yuwen Jun secretly gloated, "This Shang Meizhen is usually so aloof and unapproachable. It seems I have a chance today; I must seize it."
Zhou Wenli, seeing his wife's hesitant expression, assumed she was worried about his drinking capacity and fearing she might reveal her secret. He quickly channeled his pure yang internal energy and downed the wine in his bowl. Everyone cheered, raising their cups in a toast, laughing and chatting—the atmosphere was lively. Only Qiu Hua felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, secretly anxious. Yuwen Jun held her leg with his whole hand and moved it up and down, occasionally teasing her with his fingers. Although Qiu Hua was being violated, she dared not cry out, but sat upright as if nothing had happened.
Yuwen Jun's hand became faster and faster, and he began to explore upwards, his fingers moving along the inside of Qiu Hua's thighs, occasionally touching her private parts. Qiu Hua's body trembled, and she almost cried out. She had never allowed anyone other than her husband to touch her body before, and now she was being so casually violated by her mortal enemy in front of her husband. She felt extremely ashamed. He pondered, "Shang Meizhen is known as 'Ruthless Beauty,' her style must be unrestrained. If I accidentally reveal my presence, wouldn't that ruin everything?" With that thought, he made a firm decision, glancing at Yuwen Jun with a hint of allure that made Yuwen Jun's heart flutter, almost losing his soul.
His Lu Shan claws finally struck hard, relentlessly rubbing Qiu Hua's private parts through her trousers, teasing and pinching them with abandon. This aroused Qiu Hua until her breathing quickened and her face flushed pink. Qiu Hua took a deep breath, suppressing her arousal, but felt her lower body gradually becoming wet, secreting more and more fluids, and felt secretly ashamed of her reaction. Worried about losing control and embarrassing herself in public, and also afraid that Yuwen Jun would notice and laugh at her wet pants, Qiu Hua pressed down on Yuwen Jun's hand, stopping his teasing. Yuwen Jun's fingers poked her twice more before withdrawing his hand and moving to her waist.
Qiu Hua stood up and said with a smile, "Everyone, please enjoy yourselves. I can't hold my liquor, so I'll have to rest early." Yuwen Jun and the others couldn't help but try to persuade her to stay. Qiu Hua glanced at her husband, turned around, and walked out of the tent. The group drank for a while longer, then Yuwen Jun stood up and said, "I have some official business to attend to. Please enjoy your drinks!" With that, he left the table. Zhou Wenli secretly pondered a way to escape, outwardly drinking heartily while secretly using his internal energy to force the wine out of his body and drip it under the table. Seeing that he was drinking heavily, Tie Putuo and the others dared not drink with him. After a while, Zhou Wenli became unsteady on his feet and his speech became slurred. Nie Feng laughed and said, "Brother Liao is drunk!" He and Wu Qingyun helped Zhou Wenli out of the tent.
* * *
Qiu Hua returned to his sleeping tent and pondered how to proceed, but he had no clue what to do. Thinking of what happened tonight, a thought suddenly struck him: "Why not use Shang Meizhen's identity to get close to Yuwen Jun? Perhaps we can find out the whereabouts of the Boshel Sutra." Then he realized that this would be using himself as bait, and he blushed. Just as she was pondering this, someone knocked on the tent flap. Qiu Hua thought it was Zhou Wenli and hurriedly opened the door, only to find Yuwen Jun standing there. She was taken aback: "Commander-in-Chief, you've come here so late at night..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly thought, "If Shang Meizhen and Yuwen Jun have already been having an affair, then I must be..." The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Yuwen Jun stepped in, closed the tent flap behind him, and pulled Qiu Hua into his arms. Qiu Hua was stunned, unsure how to react. Yuwen Jun lowered his head and kissed Qiu Hua's lips, his tongue parting his pearly teeth to explore her mouth, capturing her tongue and teasing it with gusto. His left hand grasped her full breasts through her clothes, kneading them incessantly, while his right hand caressed Qiu Hua's round buttocks and thighs. Qiu Hua, aroused by the teasing, let out soft moans and gasps, her body trembling slightly. A wave of panic washed over her. She pushed Yuwen Jun away, regaining her composure, and said softly, "Commander, your haste is quite rude."
Yuwen Jun chuckled and embraced Qiu Hua from behind, saying, "Don't pretend to be a saint. Didn't you already act rudely at the banquet?" One hand tightened around her slender waist, while the other groped down her trousers, his target her private parts. Qiu Hua was trying to find a way out when she suddenly felt the man's fingers caress her labia. At the same time, something hard and hot pressed forcefully against her buttocks. Her body trembled violently as she struggled desperately, crying out, "Stop!" Suddenly, she felt a numbness in her back and instantly lost consciousness.
Yuwen Jun pressed Qiu Hua's pressure points, leering, "Today, I'll ride you, you slut, no matter what." With that, he carried Qiu Hua to the bed, quickly stripping off his clothes, then his own, and pounced on her naked…
When Qiu Hua regained consciousness, she immediately felt a hot, hard penis rapidly entering and exiting her body. Opening her eyes, she saw her mortal enemy, Yuwen Jun, sweating profusely as he vigorously fucked her. Her mind went blank, and she lost consciousness again. When she awoke, a large hand was kneading her breasts, her lower body felt cool and sticky, and Yuwen Jun lay beside her, watching her with satisfaction. Qiu Hua knew she had been defiled, and her heart was filled with unbearable grief. Her eyes were tightly closed, but tears still streamed down her face.
Yuwen Jun laughed, "How can a ruthless and seductive woman act so shyly like a little girl? A notorious harlot pretending to be an unapproachable, chaste widow, just to whet people's appetites? You certainly have some tricks up your sleeve! Hehe!" Qiu Hua didn't answer. Yuwen Jun continued to stroke her smooth, delicate skin as he asked, "How did you meet Liao Hongyi?" Qiu Hua's heart skipped a beat, and she opened her eyes, asking, "What?" Yuwen Jun said, "Old Liao's behavior seems different from usual."
Qiu Hua's heart trembled; she knew he had become suspicious. She thought to herself, "I've already lost my chastity; I can't afford to give myself away and ruin my marriage." "When I met him, he was fighting with the Jade-Faced Young Master Qiu Shaotang. Old Liao was caught off guard and took a blow. He's always been arrogant, so I think he was holding a grudge and that's why he doesn't talk much."
Yuwen Jun nodded and grinned lewdly, pulling Qiu Hua's hand and pressing it against his lower body, saying, "You missed out on a lot of fun while you were unconscious, and I didn't get to experience your enchanting beauty. Now you should make it up to me." Qiu Hua suppressed his anger and pretended to be annoyed, saying, "You took my body with such methods and are still teasing me. I don't care about you." But his hand was stroking the messy male genitals.
Yuwen Jun, seeing her shy yet angry expression, felt a surge of desire. He parted her jade-like legs, carefully examining her private parts. They were indeed tender, tight, and revealing her wanton nature. He couldn't help but reach out and caress her labia, inserting his fingers into her opening and stirring them incessantly. Qiu Hua was filled with shame and anger, but she had no choice but to feign a wanton appearance, twisting her body and moaning, "Commander, you're so mean! You're bullying me like this!" Her hands quickened their movements. Yuwen Jun kissed Qiu Hua again, their lips pressed tightly together. Yuwen Jun's fiery tongue roamed in Qiu Hua's mouth, teasing her into sticking out her tongue and entwining it with his. They teased each other, arousing waves of desire within them.
Qiu Hua felt an overwhelming sorrow. The renowned Snow Sword Phoenix was now lying in the enemy's arms, yielding and being violated, performing acts she herself would never dare to do with her husband. She was filled with shame and indignation, a torrent of emotions welling up within her. Yuwen Jun kissed her passionately, as if trying to absorb her body and soul into his own, his hands roaming freely over her naked skin. Qiu Hua's mouth was gagged, emitting muffled, seductive moans as she writhed beneath Yuwen Jun like a mermaid.
Yuwen Jun's lower body gradually swelled in Qiu Hua's hands, hard as iron, pressing against her soft abdomen like a spear. As lust arose, Yuwen Jun rose, lifted Qiu Hua's legs, spread them as wide as possible, and pressed heavily onto her naked body. He pressed his swollen, hard penis against her hot labia, held her head down with both hands, pressed his mouth tightly against her pink neck, raised his buttocks slightly, adjusted his position, and roared as he thrust all the way into Qiu Hua's wet, slippery vagina.
Qiu Hua moaned "Oh..." as she raised her legs, tightly wrapping them around his waist, her arms tightly embracing his neck, her body trembling. Yuwen Jun began thrusting rapidly and powerfully into her beautiful body, his movements intense. Qiu Hua moaned softly as she repeatedly and violently contracted and relaxed her buttocks to meet his thrusts, doing everything she considered a slut should do.
Yuwen Jun reached down to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them with practiced ease, his white and tender breasts being kneaded in countless ways. He thrust powerfully, pumping in and out over a hundred times, until Qiu Hua was gushing with lustful fluids. She gripped his buttocks tightly, her vulva opening and closing, gushing out a stream of fluids, leaving her thighs a mess.
Yuwen Jun picked her up, and Qiu Hua had no choice but to hook her arms around his neck, her legs clamping tighter and tighter. Yuwen Jun wrapped his arms around Qiu Hua's waist, causing her upper body to lean back, shifting her weight onto her buttocks, making his penis and vagina fit together more closely. "Pop...pop...pop..." Qiu Hua's buttocks and Yuwen Jun's pubic area pressed together, colliding and making sounds mixed with her vaginal fluids. His penis thrust deeply into Qiu Hua's secret place again and again. Qiu Hua could not bear the intense stimulation and arched her back forcefully, letting out loud, lewd cries.
Yuwen Jun became even more aroused, thrusting more violently. His ten fingers dug between her long buttocks, gripping them firmly, like a helmsman steering a ship, unmoving even in a raging storm, maintaining his course. His heart was filled with the thrill of conquest…
That night, 'Snow Sword Phoenix' writhed and yielded beneath Yuwen Jun, fainting several times, until Yuwen Jun left in the early hours of the next morning, at which point she collapsed onto the bed like limp mud.

* * * *
Zhou Wenli had intended to investigate that night, but found the Yuan army's patrols extremely strict, making movement difficult. To avoid revealing his identity, he had to hold back. The next day, after meeting with Qiu Hua, they secretly discussed how to proceed. They ultimately decided that Qiu Hua would be responsible for approaching the rear camp, while Zhou Wenli would use the daytime to scout the front camp. For several days, the two found nothing, only noticing the Yuan army's frequent troop movements, suggesting some kind of operation. Yuwen Jun was also unusually busy, making it almost impossible to meet him. Qiu Hua, on the other hand, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to be spared harassment.
That night, Qiu Hua lied, claiming that Yuwen Jun summoned him, and went to the rear camp, secretly hiding and searching carefully. As he passed a tent, he heard voices inside and stopped to peek through a crack. He saw that the tent was lavishly furnished, and sitting in a grand chair was a man around fifty years old, bloated, with fat on his face almost obscuring his features, gleaming with a nauseating sheen. Standing below him were two people: Yuwen Jun and an old man in tattered clothes.
The old man smiled broadly and said, "I have brought you a gift, sir. I hope you will be satisfied."
The fat man said expressionlessly, "What is it? Let me see."
Yuwen Jun smiled and said, "This gift has already been delivered to your tent for you to enjoy at your leisure."
The fat man snorted and said, "Alright then! I'll go take a look. If you are satisfied, I will certainly not treat you unfairly." After saying this, he got up, and Yuwen Jun and the other man saw him out of the tent, surrounded by a group of guards. Qiu Hua's heart skipped a beat. Could that fat man be Zhuo Budan? He immediately followed quietly. Suddenly, a figure moved ahead, and a person flew over. Judging from the movement, he was a master. Qiu Hua quickly concealed himself and saw that the person exchanged a few words with Zhuo Budan before leaving the camp.
Qiu Hua felt the figure was very familiar, and his mind raced. He hesitated for a moment, and Zhuo Butan had vanished. Just as he was becoming anxious, another person came running towards him. Upon closer inspection, he saw a tall, fierce-looking man. This man hurriedly entered Yuwen Jun's tent, and Qiu Hua quietly peered inside again.
He saw Yuwen Jun ask, "Brother Li! Where is Elder Bai?"
Li Haijiang replied, "Elder Bai was severely injured and has returned to Yishan to recuperate."
Yuwen Jun was shocked. "Who in the world could have severely injured Elder Bai?"
Li Haijiang said, "It was 'Shura' Sima Xiao."
Yuwen Jun was startled and exclaimed urgently, "How did this old demon appear here? Tell me what happened!"
Li Haijiang said, "I met Elder Bai ten miles away..." When he arrived at Sima Xiao's place, Sima Xiao asked Senior Bai to reveal the whereabouts of the "Azure Immortal Martial Manual." Senior Bai said he didn't know, and the two almost came to blows. Senior Bai, of course, was not afraid of the "Asura" reputation, and as a result...” He paused, his face showing an expression of admiration, shock, and longing, as if he could see that breathtaking fight scene again. "After seeing that competition, I realized what the pinnacle of martial arts is..." he murmured.
Yuwen Jun frowned and said in a deep voice, "This old devil just had to appear at this time, what a nuisance..."
Li Haijiang said, "Commander! I also saw someone next to Sima Xiao."
Yuwen Jun asked, "Who?"
Li Haijiang said, "'Ruthless Beauty' Shang Meizhen!" Qiu Hua outside the tent was shocked upon hearing this...
Chapter Three: Fate Plays
a Trick After parting ways with Zhao Anliang, Huo Xinyue had been retracing her steps to find her father. After walking for half a day, she felt tired and sat down to rest by the roadside. In the distance, a person walked swiftly towards her, displaying remarkable lightness skills. Upon reaching her and seeing Huo Xinyue, the person looked her up and down carefully, a greedy glint in their eyes. Seeing his fierce appearance and unreasonable gaze, Huo Xinyue felt disgusted and turned her head away, secretly on guard.
Suddenly, the man approached and asked, "What is your surname, young lady? What brings you here?"
Huo Xinyue frowned and said, "Is it any of your business?"
The man chuckled and said, "Such a temper." He swayed slightly and reached out to grab Huo Xinyue. The speed of his attack was indescribable; Huo Xinyue only felt a cool breeze before her face was already touched. Startled, she dodged with all her might, narrowly avoiding the attack. With a sharp cry, she drew her longsword, pointing it at the man, and roared, "How dare you be so rude
, you villain!" The man laughed loudly, "I, 'The Poisonous Tyrant of the Four Seas,' Li Haijiang, am a villain by nature. Seeing a beautiful woman, I naturally become rude. Come with me obediently, and you'll suffer less!" Huo Xinyue was startled, knowing she had encountered a formidable enemy. Her expression turned serious. She formed a sword gesture with her left hand and thrust it out horizontally, her fingers pointing upwards, while her right hand held the sword motionless towards the sky—a move called "Immortal Pointing the Way.
" Li Haijiang let out a slight "Eh," saying, "This little girl has some skill." He stepped forward, his fingers like hooks, aiming to grab her shoulder. Huo Xinyue slightly dodged, the grab grazing past her side. Li Haijiang unleashed seven or eight attacks in a flash, his left fist and right palm whistling through the air. Huo Xinyue dodged left and right, then suddenly thrust her sword out, nearly striking Li Haijiang's arm. Li Haijiang was startled, thinking to himself that this girl was not to be underestimated. He saw that Huo Xinyue's swordsmanship was meticulous and rigorous, with excellent defense, and she often launched her killing blows at the most unexpected moments, making her impossible to defend against.
After exchanging several blows, Li Haijiang had figured out the swordplay. He launched a rapid barrage of punches, his arms flashing as if dozens of arms and fists were striking simultaneously. Huo Xinyue was terrified by his storm-like offensive; her swordplay faltered, and she gradually found herself unable to withstand it. Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out: "'Poisonous Scoundrel of the Four Seas'! I am here; how dare you act so arrogantly!" Li Haijiang was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw an old man with white hair, a ruddy complexion, and piercing eyes, dressed in tattered clothes and holding a bamboo cane, standing there.
He was surprised and asked, "You...?"
The old man interrupted him, saying, "Go quickly! Go quickly! Lest I have to take action."
Li Haijiang's eyes darted around for a moment, and he laughed, "For the sake of this old beggar, I'll spare this girl for now. I have important business to attend to, and I won't show any mercy next time we meet." After saying this, he glanced at the old man and turned to leave. Huo Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief after he had gone far away, and stepped forward to greet the old man, saying, "Thank you for saving me, senior. May I ask how I should address you?"
The old man laughed heartily and said, "I haven't traveled the martial world for a long time, and I'm afraid no one knows me anymore."
Huo Xinyue's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Could you be the 'Miraculous Heroic Beggar' Weng Jiuzhou, senior?"
The old man smiled and said, "It's rare that someone so young knows my name! It's rare!" Huo Xinyue was overjoyed and greeted him again. Weng Jiuzhou dispensed with formalities and asked her name and background, to which Huo Xinyue answered truthfully.
Upon hearing that she wanted to find her father, Weng Jiuzhou pondered for a moment and said, "It's very dangerous for a girl like you to be alone. Let me escort you for a while." Huo Xinyue was naturally delighted, and the two set off together. After
two days of travel, they still hadn't seen any trace of Huo Zongheng, the "Silver Spear of Heaven." Weng Jiuzhou suggested they might have missed him on the way and recommended turning back, to which Huo Xinyue reluctantly agreed. That day, the two settled in an abandoned thatched hut. Huo Xinyue cooked a meal in the kitchen, and the two ate together. Suddenly, Huo Xinyue felt weak all over and dizzy. She secretly adjusted her breathing and found she couldn't muster any internal energy. Alarmed, she remained outwardly calm but secretly wrote the word "poisoned" on the table. Weng Jiuzhou, seemingly unconcerned, quietly wrote: "Hold on! Go inside."
After the meal, Huo Xinyue went into the inner room. As soon as she entered, she collapsed onto the kang (heated brick bed).
Weng Jiuzhou followed closely behind, asking in a low voice, "Miss Huo! Are you truly poisoned?"
Huo Xinyue nodded, saying, "This junior has no internal energy at all, and my whole body is weak."
Weng Jiuzhou suddenly revealed a sinister smile, saying, "Miss Huo! Actually, I am not the 'Miraculous Hero Beggar' Weng Jiuzhou. My real name is Peng Bulu, and my nickname in the martial arts world is 'Fierce God Beggar'."
Huo Xinyue was shocked upon hearing this, her face turning pale: "So it was you who poisoned me..."
Peng Bulu's face was ferocious, full of lust, and he said, "If I enter the main camp, I'm afraid I'll have no chance to touch a beauty like you again. So today, I'm taking a risk and must have a good taste of your freshness." After saying that, he pounced on her. Huo Xinyue was terrified and scrambled inwards, but she couldn't escape Peng Bulu's clutches. Amidst screams, her clothes flew wildly, and in an instant, she was stripped naked.
Peng Bulu flipped Huo Xinyue's body over, revealing her completely naked form to him. Her face was as beautiful as a fairy's, her body was curvaceous and shapely, her skin was as smooth as jade, her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, her legs were long and white, and her breasts were two soft, jade-like peaks. Between her thighs, a lush mound of hair rose, with two tightly closed fleshy doors, and the clitoris the size of a soybean was still faintly visible at the upper part of the opening. All of this constituted a beautiful and primal picture. Peng Bulu's blood surged, and his penis became erect, hard as an iron rod, ready to burst forth.
"Ah!..." Huo Xinyue screamed as Peng Bulu pounced on her, grabbing her slender waist and holding her tightly in his arms. "Ah... Help..." Huo Xinyue screamed in terror, desperately twisting and crawling towards the bed, but Peng Bulu locked her to the kang (heated brick bed) from behind. She struggled frantically but couldn't escape. Peng Bulu caressed her two snow-white, plump buttocks with his hands; they were soft, smooth, and incredibly stimulating. "Help...help..." Huo Xinyue screamed frantically. Peng Bulu buried his head in her cleft, his tongue gently licking her labia from behind, reaching all the way into her vagina... "Ah...no, don't..." Huo Xinyue let out a painful groan, shaking her bare, rounded shoulders violently. Tears of humiliation finally welled up in her eyes. She struggled, twisting her hips from side to side, which made Peng Bulu feel even more pleasure. After
licking for a while, he got up, turned her shoulders, and gently kneaded her bare, firm, and tender breasts. While gently rubbing her snow-white, full breasts with both hands, he gently pinched her two pink and tender nipples with his fingers.
"Ah! Ah... Stop..." As Peng Bulu brazenly caressed her breasts, waves of slight pain and electric shocks washed over her, and Huo Xinyue couldn't help but sob. She felt immense shame and sorrow, her weak body struggling in vain. Peng Bulu forcefully kneaded her full, smooth breasts a few times, his rough hands sliding down to Huo Xinyue's lower body, wantonly caressing her. "Ah... No... No..." A wave of utter despair and shame washed over her, and Huo Xinyue screamed hoarsely. Peng Bulu gently rubbed her dark, glossy pubic hair, while simultaneously searching for her lips with his own, pressing them against hers and exploring her mouth with his tongue. Huo Xinyue could only let out soft sobs.
Peng Bulu looked triumphantly at his prey beneath him, using his hands to provide her with even greater sensory stimulation, gently inserting a finger into Huo Xinyue's tender vulva. "Ah..." A wave of shame and fear washed over her as she violently twisted her exposed, alluring lower body. Peng Bulu then inserted another finger, and the two fingers began to tease and probe Huo Xinyue's tight, tender vagina with unrestrained abandon. Rough fingers rubbed against the tender, dry walls of her vagina, sending waves of pain through Huo Xinyue's lower body, making her dizzy. She couldn't help but moan, "No...please...let me go...waaaah..." She cried out in shame and sorrow.
Huo Xinyue's beautiful, naked body trembled uncontrollably. She tried desperately to clench her legs, but her long, strong legs were now powerless. Her feeble resistance was immediately defeated by Peng Bulu. He withdrew his fingers from the girl's exposed vagina, quickly stripped off his clothes, and easily grasped her long, strong thighs, spreading them apart. Huo Xinyue's lower body was already somewhat wet. He pressed his already hard penis against her defenseless entrance.
In her hazy consciousness, Huo Xinyue suddenly felt a hot, thick object pressing against her still-painfully violated vagina. Startled and angry, she struggled with her weak and exhausted body, trying to escape, but she had no strength left and could only moan, "No...no..."
Peng Bulu slowly thrust his hips in, the pressure of the tight, rubbing flesh making him frown. Huo Xinyue's body twisted in pain, emitting a mournful cry. Suddenly, Peng Bulu thrust forcefully, plunging his entire massive penis inside, as if piercing through a thin membrane to the very end. Huo Xinyue's body jerked violently, as if about to leap up, letting out a piercing scream. Even as Peng Bulu held her down tightly, she continued to convulse and gasp for breath. A surge of pleasure coursed through the tip of his penis, a wonderfully pleasurable sensation. His penis swelled and burned even more. Peng Bulu withdrew halfway before forcefully thrusting it back in, pumping violently again and again. His penis was covered in the girl's first blood. Huo Xinyue let out a hysterical scream, tears streaming down her face, large beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her body trembled violently from the impact, but Peng Bulu ignored her intense thrusting, penetrating to the deepest point with each stroke, his speed increasing.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Huo Xinyue finally couldn't hold on any longer, her voice gradually fading into moans before she finally lost consciousness. Peng Bulu grew increasingly excited, thrusting wildly, directly slamming into the cervix. The virgin's vaginal walls began to tighten in response to the man's movements, the powerful force giving Peng Bulu immense pleasure. He grasped the full breasts, his fingers sinking into the elastic flesh, and finally—"Hmph..." The final thrust reached its peak in an instant, he forcefully pushed his hips in, and his semen gushed out, not a drop left. He ejaculated inside the girl's body, her warm, moist flesh spasming and tightly gripping the now-weak penis. Visible blood gushed from their joined bodies, mixed with an unknown fluid…
A few days later, Huo Xinyue was taken to the military camp by Peng Bulu, where she was raped several more times, leaving her heartbroken and wishing she were dead. She attempted suicide several times, but Peng Bulu discovered each time and placed her under even closer guard. After entering the camp, Peng Bulu disappeared. At dusk, someone cleaned her up and took her to a tent, where her limbs were tied to a bed, and then she was left unattended. She had a vague feeling that she was about to suffer even greater humiliation, but she was powerless to resist and could only silently endure it.
In a daze, I heard footsteps outside the tent. The tent flap opened, and a fat, pig-like man walked in…
* * * *
Zhuobudan stepped into the tent and immediately felt a surge of desire. He saw a stunningly beautiful young woman lying there naked, spread-eagled, her limbs bound to the four corners of the bed. Her skin was as white and smooth as jade, her figure athletic, slender, full, and flawless. Her breasts, just beginning to bloom, radiated youthful vitality, especially her proud, firm breasts, like two soft jade peaks, the two translucent rubies at their tips radiating dazzling light. Beneath her body, a neat, dense thicket of hair glistened, revealing a red slit hidden beneath the mounds, her slightly parted lips small and delicate—the very spot that drove countless men wild with desire. Zhuobudan slowly walked to the bedside, gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful woman, his mouth practically watering.
Huo Xinyue looked at the obese man, around fifty years old, with a lecherous face, and felt a wave of nausea. Knowing she couldn't escape humiliation, she felt utterly sorrowful, and tears streamed down her face. Zhuobudan reached out and stroked the fair, translucent body of the young woman, murmuring, "I've slept with countless women, but I've never played with such a stunningly beautiful heroine. Today I'm going to have a real feast!" Huo Xinyue's heart skipped a beat, thinking to herself, "Could this obese man be that old thief Zhuobudan?" She couldn't help but secretly plot her revenge.
Zhuobudan lowered his head, scrutinizing every inch of the girl's skin from top to bottom, his gaze sliding down from her vibrant red lips, neck, and snow-white breasts, occasionally licking them, gradually intensifying until finally settling on her clitoris. Huo Xinyue didn't utter a sound, but involuntarily began to shake her head, her snow-white belly heaving. Zhuobudan's tongue pressed against her clitoris, twisting and licking it relentlessly. Huo Xinyue couldn't help but cramp, her rounded buttocks spasming, her legs clenching tightly inwards, drawing her vulva closer. Zhuobudan's mouth pressed against her vagina, sucking, emitting soft, lewd sounds. Soon, even Huo Xinyue herself felt a burning sensation inside her body, and a liquid was flowing down her thighs. Zhuobudan slid his tongue down from her clitoris and inserted it into the cleft between her two pink labia, exploring the inside of her vagina and focusing his fire on the deep valley.
"Ah..." Huo Xinyue cried out, her body convulsing and trembling, her body twisting incessantly. This stimulation made Zhuobudan's lower body swell unbearably, and he couldn't help but get up, take off his clothes, and kneel between the girl's legs with his fat body, holding his thick penis and gently pushing it against the middle of her labia. Because of the previous teasing caresses, the girl's private parts were very lubricated, and the glans easily went in. Huo Xinyue's vaginal opening was very tight; the glans was barely inside before her labia tightly enveloped it. Zhuo Butan wasn't in a hurry to rape her; the lamb already in his grasp was trapped.
He steadied his lower body and turned his attention to other parts, greedily licking and sucking at the girl's face and between her breasts. Finally, he held Huo Xinyue tightly and kissed her burning cherry lips, his tongue swirling in his mouth. Huo Xinyue closed her eyes, refusing to look at his greasy, chubby face, and responded by teasing him with her tongue, her body twisting and occasionally trying to lift her buttocks in a welcoming gesture.
Zhuobudan sensed her unusually excited reaction and continued thrusting deeper. He paused slightly, feeling the tightness, and lovingly stroked her slender, crescent-shaped eyebrows and the beads of sweat on her nose from desire.
"Baby! I'm about to enter you, you'll be my woman, hehe..."
"Hmm..." Huo Xinyue twisted her head, her breath emitting a seductive sound.
Zhuobudan passionately kissed her red lips, sucking her saliva, his hands kneading her tender breasts. The girl responded with a passionate tongue, her chest rising high, her nipples rubbing against the man's chest, her hips swaying from side to side, uttering intoxicating murmurs. Gazing at the beautiful woman before him, her expression a mixture of shyness and slight pain, his burning glans slowly advanced into the narrow passage. Feeling the tight, moist constriction of her inner walls, Zhuobudan experienced a blissful, almost ethereal sensation.
As his penis penetrated deeper, Huo Xinyue's brow furrowed slightly, and she let out seductive moans, as if something was being stuffed into her mouth. Amidst the continuous moans and groans, Zhuobudan finally inserted his entire penis. He lifted his upper body, releasing the restraints on the girl's legs, and, unable to restrain himself any longer, began to thrust faster and harder, gazing at her alluring figure. The girl's vulva became hot and wet from the repeated thrusting. She began to sway her hips in sync with the movements, her movements still somewhat awkward, but it was clear she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Zhuobudan worked even harder, increasing his speed and swaying his hips each time his glans reached its full depth, grinding it against her clitoris.
"Oh!... Ah..." At Huo Xinyue's passionate cries, Zhuobudan forcefully thrust his spear in, the glans passing through her cervix and entering her flower chamber. The feeling of being tightly bound by the narrow, warm cervix was even more pleasurable than the back-and-forth friction. His penis was gripped tightly by her tight, hot clitoris, and Zhuobudan cried out in pleasure, "Beauty!... Oh... So good!"
"Gently... Too deep... It hurts..." Huo Xinyue moaned softly, her beautiful hips swaying along with the movements.
Zhuobudan withdrew his penis, leaving only the glans inside, and then quickly thrust in. He rotated it once the tip touched the clitoris, repeating this several times before inserting the entire length, his engorged scrotum slapping against the girl's sensitive perineum. His pubic bone rammed against the clitoris, which was swollen with blood from excitement, while simultaneously pushing the large glans into the uterus. Friction, impact, scraping, soaking…
“Ah…ya…” Huo Xinyue's chest heaved rapidly, her breasts bobbing up and down, her dark hair cascading down as her head swayed. Her legs unconsciously wrapped around the man's buttocks, her lower body constantly responding to the thrusts.
Zhuobudan felt even more excited and thrust harder, his obese body pressing against the girl, sweat pouring down his face.
"Oh...oh..." Huo Xinyue cried out as she wrapped her legs tightly around the man, her whole body trembling and shaking, her vagina beginning to contract slightly. Soon, her vagina began to contract intensely. Zhuo Butan used all his strength to thrust his large penis deep into her uterus, the hot, red glans scraping against the girl's core. Both of them entered a state of frenzy, their bodies trembling and sweating profusely.
Huo Xinyue cried out "Ah..." as her whole body tensed, her vagina contracting in waves, her cervix spasming as it tightly gripped the old thief's glans. Zhuo Butan, overwhelmed by this gripping and the influx of her vaginal fluids, could no longer hold back and ejaculated his hot semen inside the girl.
After the passion subsided, the old thief, panting, held the stunning beauty in his arms. His penis, still hard from ejaculation, remained inside Huo Xinyue. Large beads of sweat dripped onto the girl's fair chest. Zhuobudan reached out and wiped his sweat across her full breasts, leaving his scent on her body. He tenderly stroked her cheeks and disheveled hair, gently caressing her smooth skin, from her ears, neck, and chest down to her firm, full buttocks and thighs. He greedily devoured her red lips, his gaze lingering on her lovely breasts as he began to suckle her still-tense nipples.
Huo Xinyue twisted her body, trying to turn around, when suddenly she cried out, "Ouch!" Her brows furrowed, and she said in a soft voice, "My arm is so numb and painful!" Zhuo Butan suddenly realized what was happening and reached out to untie the bonds on her arms. The girl looked at the old thief with alluring eyes, then rolled over and pinned him beneath her, straddling Zhuo Butan. Her snow-white buttocks swayed gently, and the penis inside her gradually hardened again from the stimulation. The old thief looked at the sweat-drenched face of the beautiful girl and patted Huo Xinyue's snow-white buttocks lightly with a hand.
The girl's jade-like hand gently caressed the old thief's fat, greasy face, gradually covering his foul-smelling mouth. Suddenly, she swiftly grabbed the candlestick beside the bed, and the sharp end plunged into the old thief's throat. Zhuobudan's eyes widened suddenly, his body struggling desperately, uttering whimpering sounds. Huo Xinyue's eyes burned with a terrible fire of hatred. She covered his mouth and nose, pressing him tightly against the old thief's body, and violently pulled out the candlestick, blood spurting all over the girl. Gradually, the light in Zhuobudan's eyes faded, and his body stopped writhing.
Huo Xinyue quickly cleaned herself up, put on the old thief's clothes, but they were too baggy, so she had to make do to cover herself. She searched the tent again and unexpectedly found a box under the bed containing a long scroll written entirely in Mongolian. Thinking it must be the Boshel Sutra, she picked it up. She quietly slipped out of her tent, stole a set of Yuan soldier's clothes from another tent, and changed into them, intending to sneak out of the camp. However, she found the camp patrols extremely strict, making escape impossible. Just as she was becoming anxious, she suddenly heard whistles; the Yuan army was beginning to mobilize its troops.
Huo Xinyue was startled, thinking that Zhuobudan's body had already been discovered, but after looking at it for a while, it didn't seem so. Without thinking further, she took advantage of the chaos to slip out of the camp…
* * * *
On a cliff five miles from the Yuan army camp, Miao Wei gazed into the distance. The mountain wind whipped his clothes in the night, yet he stood there silently, his imposing figure motionless. He was deeply troubled. Zhai Ying had vanished without a trace, his two nieces were nowhere to be found, and now the whereabouts of Zhou Wenli and his wife were unknown. They had been waiting on the mountain for five days, an ominous shadow constantly looming over Miao Wei's heart.
He took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions. Gazing at the distant military camps and the endless mountain ranges, he was filled with emotion and couldn't help but recite:
"Year after year, the Golden River and Jade Gate are revisited; day after day, the whip and sword rings clasp.
Spring snow returns to the green tombs; the Yellow River winds around the Black Mountain for ten thousand miles."
Suddenly, he heard someone behind him also reciting: "A single moon shines over Chang'an; the sound of ten thousand households pounding clothes echoes.
The autumn wind blows endlessly, always carrying the feelings of Jade Gate.
When will the barbarians be subdued, and my beloved return from his distant campaign?"
Miao Wei sighed and said, "Brother Qiu is truly one of us; it's rare to find someone who understands my feelings at this moment." He turned around and saw Qiu Shaotang looking at him with a smile.
Qiu Shaotang said, "In the martial arts world, Miao Wei is known as the 'Iron Man,' a man of unwavering chivalry and iron will. Who would have thought he also has a tender side, yearning for the past?"
Miao Wei replied, "Brother Qiu is too kind. In your opinion, will Brother Zhou and his wife succeed?"
Qiu Shaotang pondered for a moment and said, "If they succeeded, they should have already returned. If not, the longer it goes on, the more disadvantageous it will be for them, and the more dangerous their situation will become..." Miao Wei shared this thought, and hearing this made him even more uneasy.
Suddenly, a figure darted swiftly down the mountain. Miao Wei looked closely and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Zhao? I never expected to meet you here." Zhao Anliang was taken aback; he hadn't expected to encounter Miao Wei here either. He asked in surprise, "Brother Miao! Are you alright? And who is this...?"
Miao Wei replied, "This is 'Jade-Faced Young Master' Qiu Shaotang, Brother Qiu." Turning to Qiu Shaotang, he said, "This is 'Heaven-Breaking Divine Sword' Brother Zhao."
Zhao Anliang said, "Seeing Brother Miao safe and sound, I am very relieved."
Miao Wei said, "Brother Huo is here too."
Zhao Anliang raised an eyebrow and said, "Alliance Leader Huo is here too? That's wonderful! I've also found some lost righteous brothers; I'll bring them here now." With that, he turned to leave.
"Brother Zhao, wait a moment!" Qiu Shaotang moved swiftly to block Zhao Anliang. Zhao Anliang was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Brother Qiu, is something the matter?"
Qiu Shaotang said, "I heard that it was Brother Zhao who informed us that the government troops arrived five days ahead of schedule, and that it was Brother Zhao who strongly encouraged us to take decisive action, is that right?"
Zhao Anliang angrily said, "What do you mean by that?"
Qiu Shaotang continued to ask, "Brother Zhao, you weren't involved in the battle of Black Wind Valley, where did you go?"
Zhao Anliang said, "I was ordered to monitor the government troops' movements."
Qiu Shaotang said, "If that's the case, you should have arrived with the government troops, why are you nowhere to be seen?"
Zhao Anliang hesitated slightly and said, "Something unexpected happened, I was delayed." Miao Wei, who had overheard the conversation between the two, became suspicious and also felt that Zhao Anliang's actions were somewhat dubious.
Qiu Shaotang laughed, "Not at all! Brother Zhao was present during the battle at Black Wind Valley." Upon hearing this, both Zhao Anliang and Miao Wei were startled.
Qiu Shaotang continued, "Before the battle, Alliance Leader Huo and I arrived and ordered the operation to be canceled. However, someone still fired a signal cannon to provoke the rebel army into action. That person was you, Brother Zhao, 'Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword'."
Zhao Anliang's expression changed, and he angrily retorted, "Nonsense!" With that, he slashed diagonally with his palm, aiming straight for Qiu Shaotang's neck. Qiu Shaotang parried the attack with his left hand. Zhao Anliang missed his strike and quickly retreated.
Miao Wei roared, "You scoundrel!" and rushed to block his retreat. Zhao Anliang steadied himself, drew his sword with a clang, and the sword flashed like snow. With the longsword in hand, his spirits lifted, and he launched the first attack, unleashing a series of exquisite sword techniques at Miao Wei. Each strike was continuous and fluid, like flowing water, and in an instant, his entire body seemed enveloped in a curtain of light. Miao Wei was startled, secretly admiring Zhao Anliang's reputation as the "Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword," his swordsmanship so exquisite. Not daring to be careless, he wielded his single-edged sword, his swordsmanship expansive and majestic, each strike possessing the force of a thunderbolt and a storm. The sounds of swords clashing rang out incessantly as the two fought with all their might.
The two were already evenly matched, their martial arts skills nearly equal, and their exchange immediately became a fierce and evenly matched battle. Zhao Anliang, eager to escape, dared not linger, launching several fierce attacks before hastily retreating. Qiu Shaotang shouted, swung his palm and pounced, but Zhao Anliang leaped up, slashing down with his sword. Qiu Shaotang dodged. The tip of his sword touched the ground, using the momentum to propel Zhao Anliang like an arrow shot down the mountain. Suddenly, a Yuan soldier rushed up from the foot of the mountain, meeting Zhao Anliang head-on. The Yuan soldier cried out in alarm, "Brother Zhao!" Zhao Anliang ignored him, leaping down, when suddenly he saw another person appear ahead. His mind raced, and he quickly turned, grabbing the Yuan soldier's longsword and holding it to his neck.
Things happened too suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, everything changed. Even though Qiu Shaotang and Miao Wei reacted quickly, they couldn't stop them in time. The Yuan soldier was none other than Huo Xinyue, who had just escaped from the jaws of death, while the one blocking Zhao Anliang's path was Huo Zongheng, the "Silver Spear of Heaven-Stabilizing." Zhao Anliang, holding Huo Xinyue, slowly retreated, and Miao Wei and the others formed an encirclement. Zhao Anliang retreated to the edge of the cliff with nowhere to go. He shouted, "If you want her life, get out of the way!"
Miao Wei said, "What a wicked villain! Even now, he still wants to harm people. Release Xinyue immediately!"
Huo Zongheng was both surprised and delighted to see his beloved daughter. He asked in a trembling voice, "Yue'er, is that you?"
Huo Xinyue said, "Father! Don't worry about me. Quickly kill this villain."
Qiu Shaotang said, "Zhao Anliang! You have killed thousands of righteous brothers. In this situation, do you think you can escape?"
Zhao Anliang laughed loudly, "With such a beauty to accompany me in death, what does it matter if I die?"
Suddenly, Huo Xinyue said coldly, "Since you have such a heart, I will grant your wish." After saying that, she took something out of her bosom and threw it at her father. She turned around, hugged Zhao Anliang, and jumped off the cliff. She had long ago resolved to die, and her actions were decisive. Zhao Anliang never expected her to act this way, letting out a long, mournful scream as she fell off the cliff. Miao Wei and the other two cried out in alarm and rushed over, only to see the two figures vanish in a flash.
Huo Zongheng wept bitterly, crying out, "Yue'er, Yue'er... truly my good daughter..." Miao Wei and the other two were also heartbroken. Qiu Shaotang turned around and picked up what Huo Xinyue had thrown. Just as he was about to examine it closely, a sharp whistle came from afar, and the three of them were startled. It was Deng Jian Gong's alarm whistle, clearly indicating that they had encountered the enemy.
The three of them rushed down the mountain. Just as they reached the foot, they saw three figures galloping towards them, followed by several others. The thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed in the distance, indicating a large army was close behind. The three met them and saw that the figures in front were Deng Jiangong and his wife, with Tie Putuo and his men in hot pursuit. Miao Wei leaped forward, his sword flashing as he engaged Tie Putuo in combat. The others also found their own opponents and fought. In an instant, figures darted about, cold light flashed, and powerful energy radiated. Suddenly, a whistle rang out, and Tie Putuo and his men retreated hastily, the deafening sound of horses' hooves and shouts of battle echoing all around. Everyone looked and saw the Yuan soldiers, thousands upon thousands, surging in like a tidal wave…
* * * *
After waking up in the cave, Zhai Ying couldn't find Miao Wei. She hurriedly dressed and, enduring the pain of her broken body, went outside to search. She searched everywhere but couldn't find Miao Wei, and grew anxious. After hesitating for a moment, she ran west, in the opposite direction from Miao Wei. After running about three miles, still without seeing anyone, she was considering whether to turn back when she suddenly saw a figure rapidly ascending a steep peak opposite her. The peak was precipitous and impossible to climb from any side, yet the person ran with incredible speed and agility.
Zhai Ying was quite surprised; if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined such superb lightness skills. Curiosity arose, and she used her own agility to rush towards the peak. She quietly climbed to the summit, cautiously exploring forward. Suddenly, she saw a shadowy figure move and quickly hid in the bushes by the cliff edge. Peeking through a crevice, she saw an old man with a purple face and a green robe wandering around the summit, seemingly searching for something. After a long while, he stopped, his face showing disappointment. Just as he turned to leave, his gaze suddenly shot towards where Zhai Ying was hiding. Zhai Ying was startled and before she could react, a sharp finger strike pierced through the air.
Zhai Ying leaped away, dodging the attack. The old man flicked his sleeve, creating a sudden gust of wind. Zhai Ying, suspended in mid-air, had no way to dodge and felt a powerful force fling her off the cliff. She cried out in alarm as she plummeted towards the bottom of the abyss. She felt the wind howling around her as she fell relentlessly. Her mind raced, and she spotted tree branches extending from the cliff face. She reached out to grab them, but each time she missed by several feet. Finally, on the last attempt, she managed to grab one, but the force of her fall was too great. The branch couldn't withstand the pressure, and with a crack, a pine branch as thick as an arm snapped in two. But just as quickly, with a thud, she landed at the bottom of the valley. The powerful impact instantly knocked Zhai Ying unconscious.
When Zhai Ying woke up, it was already bright. She felt that her skeleton was about to fall apart, her muscles were sore, and she had no strength at all. After resting for a while and recovering a little, he stood up to check his injuries. To her surprise, there were no major injuries except for some scratches. After looking around, I found that the bottom of the valley was covered with fallen leaves, broken branches, and wild fruits that had accumulated over the years, up to several feet thick. This saved my life. Looking up, I saw that the broken branch was only two feet away from the bottom of the valley. Thanks to this relief, otherwise the force of the fall would have been so fierce. Even if my life was safe, my bones and tendons would have been broken.
She rested for a long time until her strength was fully restored. Thinking back on her near-death experience, she couldn't help but feel a chill, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. The old man's martial arts prowess was chilling. Looking around, she realized she was in a desperate situation. Steep mountains surrounded her, with no way out, and climbing upwards was impossible. The only option was to slowly crawl along the mountain slopes, but one wrong step would mean certain death. Zhai Ying hesitated, then, seeing plenty of wild fruit in the valley, she picked some to fill her stomach.
After a day in the valley, she finally made up her mind, gathering some thicker branches and whittling them into smooth trunks. Using his Autumn Rain Sword, Zhai Ying carved footholds into the cliff face, climbing upwards and inserting branches into the footholds. It sounded simple, but in practice, it was far from easy. Day after day, Zhai Ying toiled tirelessly, climbing higher and higher until one day he finally reached the summit. He let out a joyful shout, his heart overflowing with happiness.
Zhai Ying calculated that more than a month had passed, assuming Miao Wei had returned to the Central Plains, and set off towards the border. After several days of travel, he was nearing the border when he arrived at an inn. Feeling thirsty and hungry, Zhai Ying entered the inn. Seeing few travelers inside, he asked for dry food and water and began to eat. Suddenly, the sound of hooves rang out, and a rider galloped in, carrying an old man dressed in tattered clothes. Upon reaching the gate, the old man dismounted and entered the post station. After looking around, he sat down at Zhai Ying's table.
Zhai Ying continued eating and drinking, seemingly unconcerned. The old man asked for a bowl of water, his gaze lingering on Zhai Ying's Autumn Rain Sword. As Zhai Ying ate, he suddenly felt nauseous and quickly turned away to vomit. The old man took out a silver needle, stirred it a few times in his own bowl, then reached into Zhai Ying's bowl, pulled out the needle, and examined it carefully. Seeing that it hadn't changed color, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When traveling the martial world, one must always be cautious."
Zhai Ying had finished vomiting and said to the old man, "Thank you for the reminder, senior. I may have caught a slight cold; I've been feeling this way a lot lately, but it's nothing serious."
The old man nodded and said, "That's good!" Zhai Ying stopped eating, picked up a glass of water, drank it down in one gulp, and then sat down to rest.
After a while, Zhai Ying felt her whole body begin to heat up, her face burning, and a burning desire rose within her, a yearning for a man's caresses stirring within her. Having already tasted the pleasures of love, this sensation only intensified her confused and disoriented thoughts, causing her to be greatly alarmed. Looking up, she saw the old man's smug expression and immediately realized what was happening. She stammered, "You, you…"
The old man laughed loudly, "Heroine Zhai! I am Peng Bulu! My nickname is 'Fierce God Beggar.' You have been poisoned by my 'Intense Lust Powder,' so I must…" Before he could finish, a flash of cold light appeared, and Zhai Ying's sword was already at her chest.
This attack was incredibly fast, almost dreamlike, a result of Zhai Ying's extreme hatred, unleashing the ultimate move from the "Nineteen Forms of Divine Illusion and Wind and Rain." Peng Bulu was shocked and quickly dodged. However, Zhai Ying's sword, having gained the upper hand, followed up with a relentless barrage. Her Autumn Rain Sword, swift as a serpent, trembled and weaved through Peng Bulu's shifting forms, forcing him to retreat repeatedly in fright, uttering screams of "Ah! Eh!" He felt the swordplay change like a ghost, terrifying and dizzying.
Suddenly, a bloody scream rang out, and blood rained down as Peng Bulu's right arm was severed at the shoulder. He endured the pain and fled backward, when he suddenly heard a voice say, "Isn't that Brother Peng?" Overjoyed, he cried out, "Brother Nie, save me..." before fainting. Two riders arrived rapidly; the two on horseback were none other than the "Twin Evils of Wind and Cloud."
Zhai Ying stamped her foot angrily, then lightly leaped onto her horse and galloped away. All the way, she felt a burning lust within her, her head spinning, her clothes soaked with sweat. Just as she was about to give in, she saw the "Heroic Drinker" tavern in the distance. Reaching the tavern, Zhai Ying swiftly dismounted and rushed inside. She asked for a room and ordered cold water, then hurriedly retrieved her antidote and swallowed it. However, "Intense Lust Powder" was an aphrodisiac, and the antidote had no effect. A moment later, Zhai Ying could no longer hold on. She felt her blood boiling, her mind filled with lustful thoughts, her skin swelling as if about to burst, and she collapsed dizzily onto the bed.
The innkeeper, Fatty Ruan, had noticed the young woman's unusual behavior and dared not neglect her. He ordered hot tea to be prepared and personally brought it to her room. After knocking for a moment without response, he gently pushed open the door and found the young woman lying motionless on the bed. He boldly went in, placed the tea on the table, and turned to leave when he suddenly heard a groan from the young woman. Startled, he went closer to examine her. He saw that this stunning beauty was flushed and breathing rapidly, as if she were seriously ill.
He gently nudged Zhai Ying's body and asked, "Miss! Are you feeling unwell? Should we see a doctor?" Zhai Ying suddenly pulled him onto the bed, hugged him tightly, and rubbed against him, emitting intoxicatingly breathy sounds.
Startled, Fatty Ruan cried out, "Girl...you...what's wrong with you?" Zhai Ying let out a hoarse, throbbing scream, tearing at Fatty Ruan's clothes. Fatty Ruan screamed repeatedly, struggling to escape, when suddenly a thought struck him. Realizing what was happening, he was overjoyed; a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was right before him.
He forcefully pinned Zhai Ying down, frantically stripping her of her clothes. Both of them, panting, removed all their coverings, clothes flying everywhere, scattered all over the floor. Before Fatty Ruan could even admire the girl's beautiful body, Zhai Ying tightly embraced him, her snow-white body writhing in his arms. Fatty Ruan grasped and kneaded Zhai Ying's soft, smooth breasts with his large hands, his engorged penis rubbing against her smooth abdomen. Reaching down, he found her crotch already soaked. The beautiful woman from Tianshan thrust her slender waist forward eagerly, moaning, wanting the man to quickly fill her already thirsty heart and lonely, empty flower path.
Fatty Ruan, also aroused, had no time for further teasing. He forcefully parted the woman's legs, aimed at her entrance, and thrust his lower body hard, his large penis plunging into the warm, moist crevice. Zhai Ying twisted her head and cried out, "Ah!" Before she could catch her breath, Fatty Ruan pulled his penis out slightly and then forcefully thrust it deep inside, until the base pressed tightly against her spread labia.
"Oh..." Tianshan Xiunu cried out in pain, her whole body trembling.
Fatty Ruan began to thrust into Zhai Ying's delicate body again and again. Each time his thick penis entered her body, it was tightly wrapped by her warm, moist vagina. The flesh walls surrounding his penis squeezed from all sides, becoming tighter and tighter the deeper he went. It felt like he had to thrust with all his might each time to penetrate deep into the heroine's body and fill the emptiness between her legs.
Zhai Ying moaned passionately, her voice filled with temptation for the man, her body responding fervently. After a series of thrusts, the secretions between her legs increased. Fatty Ruan followed the wet crevice between her legs downwards, until he reached her full buttocks. He found the path sticky and slippery, and even the bed was wet. He was surprised: "This beauty is so incredibly seductive!"
Zhai Ying forcefully pulled the man towards her, her hips moving rapidly to meet his thrusts. Her body twisted violently, like an untamed wild horse, moaning: "Ah...faster...ah...faster...harder...oh...deeper...deeper...ah...yes...I want it..." Fatty Ruan almost fell off his horse several times, and his ambition rose.
He knelt between the heroine's legs, spreading them wide and lifting them onto his arms. Suddenly, her private parts were revealed, her alluring secrets fully exposed. Fatty Ruan aimed at the crevice and thrust in hard, accompanied by the beautiful woman's cries, launching into a frenzied assault. After over a hundred thrusts, he placed one of her legs on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, continuing his powerful pounding. One large hand grasped one of her bouncing breasts, while the other pressed and rubbed her clitoris, a three-pronged attack.
Zhai Ying let out a joyful moan, her body violently jolted by the penetration, her breasts swinging wildly. But she clung tightly to the man's arm, stubbornly clinging to him without fear. The two engaged in a fierce physical struggle; Zhai Ying climaxed countless times, yet her hips continued to sway and yield tirelessly. Sweat poured down their faces, soaking the bedding.
Gradually, Fatty Ruan felt his strength waning; his facial muscles twitched slightly, his face paled, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. With heavy breathing, he launched one last assault. After a series of powerful thrusts, he stiffened, roared, and a torrent of hot semen erupted from his body, shooting deep into Tianshan Xiu Nu's body. His obese body then slumped against Zhai Ying, panting heavily.
Zhai Ying was clearly not fully released, still writhing and thrusting beneath him, but Fatty Ruan was too exhausted to continue, lying motionless on top of her. Zhai Ying groaned anxiously, suddenly flipping the man over and straddling him, her private parts grinding against his crotch, hoping to rekindle her erection. Her lips pressed against Fatty Ruan's plump lips, sucking incessantly, her hands kneading her breasts forcefully.
Fatty Ruan's hands caressed her smooth, wet skin, watching the heroine's alluring and dreamy expression, smelling the seductive fragrance emanating from her body, a surge of desire rose within him. Coupled with the constant sensory stimulation, his penis gradually hardened again. Zhai Ying sensed the change within her and intensified her movements. She straightened up and moved wildly, her two bouncy breasts bouncing up and down.
Fatty Ruan stared in astonishment at the erotic scene before him, his mouth agape. He felt her intimate area growing increasingly tight, wet, and burning, and couldn't help but let out a long moan. The beautiful woman from Tianshan seemed to have transformed into a knight, galloping and reveling on the man's body. "Ah...oh...good...oh!" Zhai Ying let out a series of ecstatic moans. Fatty Ruan's hands moved incessantly over her smooth body, finally grasping and kneading her two swaying breasts forcefully.
Zhai Ying's beautiful hair flew wildly as she twisted, rose, and spun wildly, her fragrant sweat dripping like rain onto Fatty Ruan's chest. Her wantonness was unmistakable; no one would guess she was once a legendary heroine. Fatty Ruan thrust his hips forcefully, trying to push his penis deep into her body, and she responded in kind, moving up and down to meet his movements. Her breathing became rapid, her heavy breaths revealing her enjoyment and excitement.
Fatty Ruan felt his strength returning and, unwilling to submit, rose and pressed Tianshan Xiunu down beneath him again. He pressed her legs against her chest, squeezing them against her breasts, arching his body in a V-shape as he leaned over her, embracing her legs and body together, his penis plunging heavily into her protruding vulva, thrusting rapidly and intensely. Zhai Ying clung to the man's neck, her body twisting
desperately as she cried out in a high-pitched, lewd voice, "Ah...don't stop...good...ah...I can't take it anymore...keep going...oh..." Fatty Ruan thrust his thick, engorged penis into her wide-open vagina repeatedly, like a pile driver, his scrotum slapping against her raised buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound. The sounds of thrusting, splashing, colliding, and the gasps and moans of the man and woman mingled together in the room, creating a sensual and decadent atmosphere. Finally, Zhai Ying's thighs began to tremble rhythmically again, her inner muscles twitching uncontrollably. She threw her head back forcefully, letting out a mournful cry. The walls of her vagina writhed irregularly, tightly gripping the hot male organ within.
Fatty Ruan also felt his penis tremble again, reaching its peak. He thrust deeply with a muffled groan, letting his trembling member pour streams of semen into Zhai Ying's body once more. Tianshan Xiu Nu cried out incoherently, repeatedly thrusting her full buttocks upwards to receive the man's lubrication. Her eyes were closed, her head swaying from side to side, her hair scattering, her face filled with a dreamlike expression that seemed to be both painful and satisfied. After a while, her brows gradually relaxed, her red lips parted slightly, her nostrils flared as she breathed softly, slowly calming down...
When Zhai Ying regained consciousness, it was already evening. She felt sore and weak all over, her head throbbing, and her back and legs feeling like they were about to break. She smelled a strange odor in the room, turned her head, and was shocked to see a fat man lying naked beside her. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise. The fat man, Ruan, woke up with a start, opened his eyes, and saw the girl staring at him in shock and anger. He stammered, "You?...You?" before fainting again. Knowing he had made a terrible mistake, he hurriedly put on his clothes and slipped out.
Zhai Ying awoke again to find herself completely naked, her body and the bed covered in the filth of their encounter. Remembering the events leading up to it, she understood what had happened and burst into tears of grief. After her outburst, she thought to herself that she was now tainted and could no longer face Miao Wei. She decided to retreat from the world and live out the rest of her life in seclusion. With that thought, she dressed, tidied herself, leaped out of the back window, and disappeared into the darkness…
Chapter Four: Treasure Trove
. After leaving Zhai Ying, Chu Xiong headed north. Recalling the enchanting and alluring scene, he felt an immense surge of excitement. He never imagined he would be so fortunate to have enjoyed such pleasure with a renowned heroine; it was truly a worthwhile trip. Overjoyed, he ran wildly, covering more than ten miles by daybreak. For the next few days, Chu Xiong focused solely on finding the treasure, his mind solely on his journey, with no other thoughts. Coincidentally, one night, atop a hill, he witnessed the breathtaking battle between Sima Xiao and Bai Fuwei. The sight left Chu Xiong utterly terrified and astonished, realizing the unparalleled heights of martial arts; such divine skills were beyond his reach even in several lifetimes.
He dared not linger, hastily fleeing the hill, avoiding the main road and taking a small path, heading north at breakneck speed. As he walked, he suddenly heard groans coming from the nearby bushes. Looking over, he saw a wounded woman covered in blood. Startled, not wanting to provoke her, he turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he felt he had seen the woman before, so he turned back to get a closer look. It turned out to be the younger of the two sisters he had encountered before. He thought to himself that this little girl was quite skilled and must have a remarkable background; saving her might be beneficial. After much deliberation, he finally picked up Huo Xintong and continued on his way.
Reaching a secluded spot, he put Huo Xintong down, checked her injuries, and saw that they were all superficial and not serious. He figured she had simply collapsed from exhaustion by the roadside. He applied some wound medicine, bandaged her up, and gave her some water. Huo Xintong slowly regained consciousness. Opening her eyes and seeing Chu Xiong, Huo Xintong was startled and blurted out, "It's you, you lecherous thief..."
Chu Xiong coldly replied, "I saved you out of kindness, and you repay kindness with enmity."
Huo Xintong looked around at herself and asked in surprise, "You saved me?"
Chu Xiong chuckled and asked, "What's your name? What are you doing in the borderlands?" Huo Xintong lowered her head and remained silent. Chu Xiong was annoyed; this girl was quite persistent. He wanted to abandon her, but he was also unwilling to give up. After resting for a while, Chu Xiong stood up and said, "Let's go!" Huo Xintong asked, "Where to?"
Chu Xiong hadn't thought about taking her anywhere, but since he had already saved her, he wanted to get something out of her, so he said, "Just come with me."
Huo Xintong shook her head and said, "I won't go with you." Chu Xiong was furious and reached out to grab Huo Xintong. Huo Xintong's martial arts skills were originally superior to his, but at this moment, she was covered in injuries and had no strength. After a few rounds, she was finally subdued by Chu Xiong, who sealed her pressure points. Chu Xiong ignored Huo Xintong's curses and carried her forward. After walking for a while, feeling tired, he sat down by the roadside to rest, regretting that he had gotten involved with this hot potato. Just as he was pondering what to do, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance. An idea struck him, and he turned around and sealed Huo Xintong's pressure points, then hid and lay in ambush by the roadside.
A moment later, a rider came galloping up. On horseback was a young man of twenty-one or twenty-two years old, covered in blood. He was very handsome, but his expression was weak and his body swayed, clearly indicating that he was about to collapse. Upon reaching Chu Xiong's hiding place, Chu Xiong suddenly pounced. The young man had not expected an ambush there, and he was already exhausted, so he was easily defeated by Chu Xiong and fell off his horse.
Chu Xiong laughed heartily, "Thank you for the horse, brother!" He turned and lifted Huo Xintong onto the horse's back,
then leaped onto his own. In that instant, Huo Xintong and the young man's eyes met, both showing surprise. Chu Xiong pushed off with his legs and galloped away. With renewed strength, Chu Xiong carried Huo Xintong northwards. Knowing Huo Xintong's martial arts were not weak, he dared not be careless and remained vigilant. After traveling for several days, he suddenly noticed that Huo Xintong had deliberately left marks along the way, which aroused his suspicion. That night, he was shocked to find the young man whose horse he had stolen lurking around. He realized what had happened and immediately set off through the night without stopping. From then on, he became even more vigilant towards Huo Xintong. After traveling for about half a month, they entered the territory of the Oirat Kingdom. Several times, Chu Xiong narrowly escaped being caught by the boy, but he cleverly managed to shake him off each time. Sometimes he wanted to get rid of Huo Xintong, but he worried that losing this shield would be even more disadvantageous. So he set up various deceptions along the way, finally managing to shake off the boy.
On this day, they finally arrived at the treasure location marked on the map, but the area was full of overlapping mountains, and it was unclear which mountain was the cave marked on the map. Spending all day searching for information was inconvenient with Huo Xintong, so Chu Xiong thought it best to sell her to a wealthy local family to get rid of the trouble.
Reaching a large valley, Chu Xiong stopped and said to Huo Xintong, "Since you don't want to come with me, how about I release you?" Huo Xintong looked confused.
Chu Xiong feigned concern, saying, "I saved you not for any reward, but I'm a little reluctant to part with you after all this time. Tell me your background, and I'll leave you some belongings as a souvenir, okay?" Huo Xintong refused to believe him and ignored him.
Chu Xiong's attempts to persuade her failed, and he immediately revealed his true colors, saying, "Since you are heartless and ungrateful, I will sell you to the Mongols to be their slave for life. However…"
Chu Xiong looked Huo Xintong up and down, saying, "Before selling you, I want to enjoy myself. Although you are young, it would be a real waste not to enjoy such a beauty. Consider it your way of repaying me." Huo Xintong was terrified upon hearing this and cried out for help. Chu Xiong's eyes blazed with fury as he pounced on her.
Suddenly, a clear voice rang out from afar: "'Jade-Faced Young Master' Qiu Shaotang is here! You villains, stop!" Chu Xiong jumped up in surprise, only to see a man rushing towards him with unparalleled speed. In an instant, he was right in front of him, and before Chu Xiong could react, two loud thuds rang out as he was struck twice. Chu Xiong groaned, his body already thrown more than three zhang away. Qiu Shaotang reached out and released Huo Xintong's pressure points, and Huo Xintong threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears. After comforting her, Qiu Shaotang turned to Chu Xiong. Chu Xiong struggled to sit up, crying out in terror, "Don't kill me!"
Qiu Shaotang exclaimed in surprise, "This guy is quite resilient." He knew that those two blows were delivered in anger, and their power was truly extraordinary, but seeing that Chu Xiong's injuries were not serious, he was puzzled.
Chu Xiong pleaded, "Please spare me, for the sake of saving the little girl." Qiu Shaotang snorted coldly, about to speak, when suddenly his expression turned serious, and he listened intently. Chu Xiong also felt the ground tremble slightly, and a distant rumble of thunder seemed to be coming. Qiu
Shaotang's expression changed, he exclaimed "This is bad!" turned and grabbed Huo Xintong, leaping away at breakneck speed. Chu Xiong stood up and looked around. In an instant, dust billowed from both ends of the valley, and the thunderous sound of hooves thundered as tens of thousands of soldiers charged towards them from each side. Swords and spears clashed, men shouted, and horses neighed. Chu Xiong seemed to see ferocious faces, and he suddenly realized he was in the middle of a battlefield. His soul seemed to leave his body in shock, and he sprinted after Qiu Shaotang.
Both valley entrances were already occupied, and the steep slopes on either side of the valley made it impossible to climb. Qiu Shaotang and Huo Xintong reached the cliff face, finding no way forward, and had no choice but to run along the valley floor. With the two armies closing in, the valley was about to become a carnage; if they didn't escape in time, they feared being trampled into mincemeat by the thousands of soldiers. In their desperation, they saw what appeared to be a cave in the dark mountainside on their left . Without hesitation, Qiu Shaotang pulled Huo Xintong inside.
The cave was very narrow. After crawling for several meters, the light gradually increased, and after a while, suddenly the sunlight was dazzling, revealing a completely different world inside. Qiu Shaotang looked around; high mountains surrounded them, seemingly untouched by humankind since ancient times. The area inside wasn't large, resembling the bottom of a well. As they were examining themselves, they suddenly heard a noise behind them. Turning around, they saw Chu Xiong had also climbed in. The two ignored him, but then they heard shouts and battle cries erupting from within the valley. The two armies were already clashing, drums and horns booming, their sounds echoing through the sky, and piercing screams filling the air. The three imagined the gruesome scene of flying swords and spears, blood and flesh splattered, and all felt a chill run down their spines.
Qiu Shaotang whispered, "Let's hide for a while, then find a chance to escape the valley."
Huo Xintong nodded, then suddenly pointed to the right corner of the mountain wall and said, "There seems to be another cave over there." Qiu Shaotang and Chu Xiong looked and indeed saw a very well-hidden cave entrance, which appeared much larger than the one they had entered. Qiu Shaotang pulled Huo Xintong toward the cave entrance, with Chu Xiong quietly following behind. After going about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), Qiu Shaotang saw torches on the cave wall. Just as he was about to reach for one, the cave suddenly shook, and a deafening rumble came from the entrance. Qiu Shaotang rushed toward the entrance, only to see huge boulders falling from the mountaintop. Seeing that the entrance was about to be sealed, he hurriedly called Huo Xintong to rush out. Suddenly, with a deafening roar, a large boulder fell and completely sealed the entrance, plunging the cave into darkness.
Huo Xintong asked in a trembling voice, "What happened?"
Qiu Shaotang sighed, "The sounds of fighting between the two armies may have caused a landslide on the mountaintop, sealing the cave entrance."
Chu Xiong exclaimed in horror, "Aren't we trapped here to die?"
Qiu Shaotang stopped talking and explored the cave, finding a torch and lighting it with flint. He carefully examined the cave, noting that it wasn't very wide, about twenty zhang deep, with an elliptical shape in the center and a stone chamber on each side. After walking a short distance further in, the cave became much brighter, with the light source coming from the far end. Qiu Shaotang pulled Huo Xintong inside, with Chu Xiong following closely behind in a panic.
Upon reaching the end of the cave, they saw a spring about ten feet square, its water clear and teeming with fish. Around the spring were six troughs, each containing a small bead the size of a pebble, from which the light emanated. Qiu Shaotang reached out and picked one up; instantly, the cave brightened considerably. Chu Xiong stared, mouth agape, dumbfounded.
Suddenly, Huo Xintong pointed to the cave wall above the spring and exclaimed, "What beautiful fruits!" Chu Xiong looked and saw many red and yellow wild fruits growing on the cave wall, quite attractive. Huo Xintong reached out to pick one, but Qiu Shaotang stopped her, saying, "Those are poisonous fungi, highly toxic. Never eat them!" Huo Xintong recoiled in fear and stuck out her tongue.
Qiu Shaotang took out five luminous pearls, examined them, and then embedded four of them into the cave wall. The cave suddenly became brightly lit. He extinguished the torch, took a pearl in his hand, and entered a stone chamber. Inside, he found a simple stone bed, table, and stools. He then went to another stone chamber, which was a small, narrow, empty room, seemingly used for storage. Returning to the original chamber, Qiu Shaotang set the luminous pearl in place, turned to Chu Xiong, and said coldly, "Go catch some fish!"
Chu Xiong glanced at him, dared not say another word, and turned to leave.
Qiu Shaotang snorted coldly, "Shameless wretch!"
He turned to Huo Xintong and said, "It seems this is the place where a senior master cultivated. We need to search carefully later to see if there are any relics."
Huo Xintong said, "I wonder if there are any other ways out of the cave. Staying here will suffocate us sooner or later."
Qiu Shaotang laughed, "The air here flows, there must be ventilation shafts. How could we suffocate? You silly girl!"
Huo Xintong pouted, "Who's as smart as you!"
Qiu Shaotang said, "I have some clues about the way out of the cave!
" After a moment's thought, he smiled again and said, "Actually, those weren't some kind of damp-heat fungus at all, but rather the rare and precious Yang Ginseng Fruit, a treasure coveted by martial arts practitioners."
Huo Xintong asked in astonishment, "Why did you lie to me?"
Qiu Shaotang replied, "It's not entirely a lie! The Yang Ginseng Fruit is an extremely potent elixir. Those who cultivate pure Yang energy can greatly increase their power after consuming it, but it's extremely harmful to women or those who practice Yin-based martial arts. I said this to prevent it from being exploited by those with wicked intentions, which would be disastrous." Huo Xintong suddenly understood.
At this time, Chu Xiong had already caught a lot of fish and returned. Qiu Shaotang then ordered him to start a fire and grill the fish, which Chu Xiong obeyed. Qiu Shaotang and Huo Xintong carefully searched every corner of the cave, but found nothing. Qiu Shaotang searched again, but still found nothing, and finally gave up.
Chu Xiong finished grilling the fish, and the three of them ate separately. Qiu Shaotang then called Chu Xiong over and said coldly, "Tongmei and I will stay in the large stone chamber. You will stay in the smaller one and be responsible for taking care of our meals. You are not allowed to move around freely, understand?"
Chu Xiong looked troubled: "This…" Qiu Shaotang slapped him, making Chu Xiong see stars. He hurriedly said, "Yes, yes…"
Qiu Shaotang smiled and said, "If you don't do well or use any tricks, you should know the consequences." He then picked up a stone and held it in his palm; when he opened it, it had turned into stone dust. Chu Xiong broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly hid in his stone chamber. As soon as he entered, he felt a numbness throughout his body and lost consciousness.
Qiu Shaotang pressed Chu Xiong's acupoints and returned to his room. He said to Huo Xintong, "Let's find a way out of the cave."
Huo Xintong asked in surprise, "How?"
Qiu Shaotang replied, "The only living entrance in the cave is that spring. Since it's flowing water, it must lead to the outside. I'll go investigate."
The two arrived at the spring. Qiu Shaotang took off his outer garment and jumped barefoot into the water. Huo Xintong said, "Be careful!" Qiu Shaotang smiled slightly, picked up the luminous pearl, took a deep breath, and submerged. Huo Xintong waited anxiously by the spring for a long time.
Gradually, Huo Xintong became somewhat panicked. "Won't something bad happen?" she couldn't help but sob softly. Just when she felt completely lost, the water surged, and Qiu Shaotang surfaced, panting heavily.
Huo Xintong asked anxiously, "Are you alright? You scared me to death!"
Qiu Shaotang came over, wiped her down a bit, put on his coat, and laughed, "You're such a child who never grew up."
Huo Xintong teased him for a moment and asked, "What's it like down there?"
Qiu Shaotang's expression darkened, and he shook his head, saying, "It's bottomless, and we don't know where it leads. Even if there's an exit, it would be difficult for people to reach it."
Huo Xintong said, "Don't we have to spend our whole lives in this cave?" Qiu Shaotang was speechless. Huo Xintong felt sad, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Qiu Shaotang gently patted her back to comfort her, saying, "There will be a way."
Protected by her protective armor, Chu Xiong regained consciousness soon after. She had overheard their conversation clearly and felt utterly disheartened and sorrowful. She thought to herself, "I went out to find treasure, thinking I'd live a life of glory, but I've ended up like this. How tragic!"
From then on, she cleared her mind and lived a peaceful life. Qiu Shaotang tried several more times but failed each time, finally losing faith and settling down with Huo Xintong. The three of them lived together peacefully afterward. Seeing that Chu Xiong was behaving well and obediently, Qiu Shaotang became more lenient and stopped criticizing her excessively, but he remained vigilant at all times.
That day, Chu Xiong sat leaning against the wall, toying with a luminous pearl in his hand, thinking, "A rare treasure, yet it will never see the light of day, what a pity!" He glanced up and noticed what appeared to be some patterns on the opposite wall. He walked closer to examine them and saw that they vaguely resembled the character "甲" (jia), only slightly elongated vertically. He looked around but found no other characters. Qiu Shaotang and Huo Xintong had also seen this character that day, but they didn't understand its meaning. After searching carefully but finding nothing, they didn't pay it any mind.
Chu Xiong's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly took out the treasure map to examine it. He saw that the location of the treasure on the map was also marked with the character "甲" (jia), and strange characters such as "left three, front four" were marked below the map. He thought to himself, "Could it be a coincidence that I have stumbled upon the treasure cave I am looking for?" He carefully considered the location. After taking three steps to the left and four steps forward below the character "甲", he arrived at the center of the stone chamber. Upon closer inspection, he saw slight indentations on the ground, indicating that someone had been meditating there for many years. He then found a sharp rock and dug with great effort. After a lot of effort, he finally dug out an object wrapped in oilcloth. Chu Xiong was overjoyed and hurriedly opened it. He saw a book with the title "Xuanming Lu" on it.
Flipping through a few pages, Chu Xiong saw that it was full of martial arts manuals. He thought to himself, "So this is the treasure I was looking for." He lamented that it was too late; even if he mastered unparalleled martial arts, he would only be able to spend his life in the cave. He then thought, "Since I have nothing else to do, I might as well practice this book. At least I won't have to live under Qiu Shaotang's thumb anymore." Little did he know that once he started reading, he would become completely engrossed in it, which was the nature of a martial artist.
From then on, apart from taking care of his food and drink, Chu Xiong devoted himself to practicing the martial arts in the "Xuanming Record" in the stone chamber. He also learned about the wonderful uses of the Yangshen Fruit from the book and secretly collected and consumed it while fishing, making rapid progress. Although Qiu Shaotang felt that he was too well-behaved, he found nothing after several investigations and had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.

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Time flies in the cave. As time passed, with the help of the Yangshen Fruit, Chu Xiong gradually mastered all the martial arts in the "Xuanming Record". When his internal energy and spiritual will merged into one place and there was no further growth, he knew that he had achieved something and wanted to try his martial arts.
Emerging from the stone chamber, Chu Xiong was momentarily stunned to see Huo Xintong and Qiu Shaotang laughing and joking. He had been so focused on his training that he hadn't noticed Huo Xintong had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful young woman. Overcome by lust, he called out, "Sister Huo! Talk to Brother Chu too, Brother Chu is so lonely!" Qiu Shaotang and Chu Xiong were taken aback, staring at Chu Xiong in surprise as he slowly approached, leering at Huo Xintong.
Huo Xintong was furious. What a fool! How dare he tease me! She charged forward, striking out with a palm strike and unleashing a hook kick, determined to humiliate Chu Xiong. Chu Xiong flashed forward, sealing Huo Xintong's acupoints. He pulled her into his arms and laughed, "What a beautiful woman! Why not become a divine couple with your brother and live a secluded life in a cave? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Qiu Shaotang was shocked, barely seeing how Chu Xiong had subdued Huo Xintong. He hurriedly lunged forward. Chu Xiong knew he was a first-rate master and dared not be careless. He released Huo Xintong and focused on his opponent. The two exchanged blows with lightning speed, exchanging several moves. Chu Xiong felt confident, knowing he had victory in his grasp. He wanted to test Qiu Shaotang's skills but didn't rush to attack, instead countering his moves and drawing Qiu Shaotang's full strength. The
more Qiu Shaotang fought, the more astonished he became. Seeing Chu Xiong's swift movements, exquisite techniques, and seemingly unfathomable martial arts, he wondered how Chu Xiong had undergone such a transformation. Little did he know that Chu Xiong had encountered another extraordinary event. After a few more exchanges, Chu Xiong grew impatient and changed his tactics, switching from defense to offense. Qiu Shaotang was repeatedly forced back, and after a few more exchanges, he was struck by acupoints and collapsed to the ground.
Chu Xiong laughed loudly, feeling incredibly pleased that he had finally become a peerless master and could no longer be treated like a scoundrel. Turning back, he saw Huo Xintong's terrified expression, and a surge of lust rose within him. He picked up the beauty and carried her into the large stone chamber, placing her on the stone bed.
Huo Xintong was terrified and cried out, "You villain! What are you going to do? My father won't let you get away with this!" Chu Xiong smiled as he looked at his prey and began to remove Huo Xintong's clothes.
Amidst screams of terror, Huo Xintong was stripped naked, her exquisitely beautiful body, like a sculpted jade, now completely exposed before Chu Xiong's eyes. Chu Xiong was stunned. Huo Xintong's eyes were tightly closed, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling slightly. Chu Xiong parted Huo Xintong's legs, his gaze fixed on the girl's alluring private parts. Based on his experience, he could immediately tell that Huo Xintong was still a virgin, and his blood boiled. He lowered his head and kissed her most sensitive spot.
Huo Xintong cried out in anguish and turned her head away. The girl's self-respect had been utterly trampled upon; the mark of shame could never be erased. Chu Xiong, inhaling the alluring scent of the virgin's body, repeatedly licked and teased the jade-like opening with his tongue, finally lingering on the slit of flesh for a long while, sucking. The girl's pure place became muddy and slippery, Huo Xintong panted heavily, her lower body trembling uncontrollably, her orifice becoming increasingly wet and emitting a uniquely female scent of arousal. Chu Xiong could no longer restrain himself, quickly stripping off all his clothes, his trembling manhood proudly pressing against the never-before-opened entrance. Huo Xintong's body trembled, her eyes opening to look at Chu Xiong, filled with despair and fear.
Chu Xiong grinned menacingly and thrust forcefully, squeezing into Huo Xintong's wet, hot, and slippery labia, slowly penetrating her vagina. His vagina was so tight that it took considerable effort to reach her hymen, and both were panting and covered in sweat. Chu Xiong mustered his strength and thrust forward again, his massive member breaking through the final barrier and penetrating to the hilt. Huo Xintong trembled violently, letting out a piercing scream. The veins on her forehead and neck were clearly visible; her face was pale as she twisted her head in pain, her hands gripping the stone bed tightly.
An intense, pleasurable sensation coursed through Chu Xiong's body. His hand gently caressed her long, slender, snow-white, and shapely legs before he began rhythmic thrusting. With each powerful thrust, Huo Xintong let out a painful scream, which further fueled Chu Xiong's lust. The thrusts became increasingly violent, and Huo Xintong finally succumbed to the brutality and fainted.
Because he hadn't been with a woman for so long, and Huo Xintong's vagina was tight, Chu Xiong finally ejaculated his pent-up semen into Huo Xintong's tender uterus after more than three hundred thrusts.
After resting for a moment, Chu Xiong got up and walked out of the stone chamber. He approached Qiu Shaotang and saw him with tears streaming down his face. Feeling smug, he said, "I thought you were just a hypocrite, all talk and no action. I never imagined you could
remain so steadfast and pure even when a man and woman are in the same room. I admire you greatly!" Qiu Shaotang closed his eyes tightly, trembling with anger. Chu Xiong used his unique technique to suppress Qiu Shaotang's internal energy, releasing his pressure points and instructing, "Go and clean your Tongmei thoroughly, then catch some fish to prepare for dinner. If anything goes wrong, use your Tongmei as a scapegoat."
Qiu Shaotang remained silent, pondering for a long time before finally getting up and heading towards the stone chamber. Upon entering, his heart ached. He saw Huo Xintong, drenched in sweat and unconscious, her legs spread wide, her crotch a mess of blood and semen. Her genitals were swollen and red, with semen constantly leaking out. The stone bed was soaked with the filth, a truly disgusting sight. Tears streamed down his face as he cleaned Huo Xintong's body, a chilling thought filling him with despair at the thought of what lay ahead.
After eating, Chu Xiong's lust surged. Ignoring Qiu Shaotang's desperate pleas and Huo Xintong's screams, he repeatedly raped Huo Xintong in front of Qiu Shaotang, releasing his long-suppressed desires. He tormented Huo Xintong to the point of near death, causing her to faint several times. The entire sexual intercourse was completed while she was lubricated with blood. For a long time afterward, Huo Xintong couldn't close her legs and lay on the stone bed all day, weeping. Chu Xiong, fearing he might go too far and lose the beauty he had so easily won, allowed Huo Xintong to recuperate for a few days, with Qiu Shaotang taking care of her.
From then on, Chu Xiong became the master of the cave. Besides practicing his martial arts, he would tease Huo Xintong for amusement, ordering Qiu Shaotang around as a pastime. He used all sorts of tricks he had learned in brothels on Huo Xintong, making this virgin girl even more beautiful and alluring.
After some time, Qiu Shaotang said to Chu Xiong, "Now that your martial arts are highly developed, why not find a way out of the cave and make something of yourself outside? It would be far better than wasting your time here." Chu Xiong was intrigued. He remembered a breath-holding technique in the *Xuanming Lu* that allowed him to circulate his internal energy endlessly, so he decided to try it.
Once prepared, Chu Xiong, holding the luminous pearl, leaped into the spring, activated his inner energy, held his breath, and descended. The bottom of the spring was pitch black and unfathomably deep. Relying on the light of the luminous pearl, he descended for an unknown amount of time before the passage became gentle, narrow, and the current swift. Chu Xiong held onto the dark wall, hesitant to go further. He didn't know where the waterway led, and fearing he would be swept away by the torrent and never return, he thought long and hard, but ultimately decided to return the way he came.
Seeing the light at the exit, Chu Xiong quickened his pace. Suddenly, several rocks fell from above, striking him repeatedly. Although he had cultivated an indestructible body, he was still in considerable pain. He struggled to the surface, grabbed Qiu Shaotang who was about to strike him with a rock, and pulled him forcefully. Qiu Shaotang cried out and fell into the water. Chu Xiong was furious. He grabbed Qiu Shaotang and dragged him downwards. Feeling that Qiu Shaotang's body was slender and soft, he was puzzled. He reached out to check Qiu Shaotang's chest and touched two soft lumps. He suddenly realized what was happening, sealed Qiu Shaotang's pressure points, and pulled him back to the surface.
Back in the cave, Chu Xiong loosened Qiu Shaotang's hair and threw him to the ground. His soaked clothes revealed his exquisite curves, and his flowing embroidered hair accentuated a stunningly beautiful face. A breathtakingly beautiful woman stood there, glaring angrily and panting.
Chu Xiong laughed loudly, "What jade-faced young master Qiu Shaotang? It's clearly the renowned martial arts prodigy, the wise and skillful Qiu Haitang. What a brilliant way to keep these famous figures of the martial arts world in the dark!"
Huo Xintong threw herself at Qiu Haitang, crying and pleading, "Let Qiu-jie go! I'll grant you any request!"
Chu Xiong coldly replied, "Do you have a choice?" He reached out and pressed Huo Xintong's pressure points, then picked up Qiu Haitang and carried her into the stone chamber, placing her on the stone bed. Knowing she could not escape humiliation, Qiu Haitang closed her eyes and remained silent.
Chu Xiong chuckled, "You must have been envious when your Tongmei was having so much fun back then. Today, let me test the potential of Su Shou Zhi Xing." With that, he swiftly removed Qiu Haitang's clothes.
Chu Xiong, naked, pressed tightly against Qiu Haitang's smooth, naked body, showering her lips and cheeks with kisses. Then he sucked and licked her firm, white breasts, one hand grasping and kneading her other soft, firm, and erect breast, while the other hand reached into Qiu Haitang's lower body to lewdly tease her. Qiu Haitang endured the humiliation and remained motionless, letting him do as he pleased. Chu Xiong wantonly caressed and teased Qiu Haitang's soft, boneless body, his lewd hands gently and passionately caressing and kneading her delicate, tender labia. Finally, he pressed his lips against Qiu Haitang's sacred private parts, sucking and licking them forcefully, his hands constantly stroking her breasts.
Despite her repeated attempts to restrain herself, Qiu Haitang felt her two rosy, round nipples gradually harden and stand erect, and the fluid secreted from her lower body was gradually flowing, making lewd "squeak, squeak" sounds as Chu Xiong sucked on her. This made her feel utterly ashamed and embarrassed. Chu Xiong got up and guided his penis to her opening, grinding it for a while. Hearing Qiu Haitang's rapid breathing as she tried to suppress her desire, he triumphantly thrust into her, using the lustful fluid as fuel.
Qiu Haitang stretched out her legs, biting her lower lip tightly, her brows furrowed, trying her best to suppress a sound. Chu Xiong inhaled and thrust again, this time all the way in, their lower bodies tightly joined together. Qiu Haitang's legs trembled, and she finally couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a painful groan. Her whole body tensed, the muscles in her vagina contracting violently, clamping the man's penis tightly. Chu Xiong lifted her legs and began to thrust forcefully. Qiu Haitang groaned beneath him, her two jade-like legs trembling helplessly, unsure whether to clamp them tighter or loosener. Her round and lovely breasts bounced back and forth with Chu Xiong's violent movements.
Chu Xiong leaned down, supporting his weight on his elbows, grasping her breasts, his lower abdomen moving rapidly, each time pushing his penis fully inside, pursuing the greatest pleasure. Qiu Haitang's vaginal canal was filled with intoxicating elasticity; the feeling of being tightly embraced and the pleasure of his penis rubbing against her made Chu Xiong's desire burn even more intensely. He moved up and down with great force, the sounds of their lower abdomens colliding frequent and intense, each movement accompanied by Qiu Haitang's painful groans and Chu Xiong's panting.
Soon, Qiu Haitang's fair skin was soaked with sweat. She frowned, biting her lip tightly, and gasped for breath under Chu Xiong's violent thrusts. Her hands gripped the edge of the stone bed so tightly that the veins bulged as if they were about to draw blood. After a long time, she gradually became able to withstand Chu Xiong's fierce onslaught. The love fluid in her vagina gradually increased, making it easier for Chu Xiong's penis to enter and exit her body, which had been pure and flawless not long ago. Her face was no longer so pained, but instead showed a fresh sense of helplessness, causing Chu Xiong's penis to swell even larger and harder inside her, and the pleasure became increasingly intense.
Sweat streamed down their bodies, their skin pressed together, truly intimate. Qiu Haitang's legs clung weakly to Chu Xiong's waist, her whole body trembling with each thrust. The walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically, as if trying to suck in his entire penis.
The pleasure of possession and conquest, combined with extreme physical ecstasy, numbed Chu Xiong's senses; he felt as if he had fallen into a blissful paradise. Finally, he felt his desire surge up like a tidal wave, unbearable and unwilling to be. He quickened his movements, thrusting desperately, his burning desire brewing and gathering in his lower abdomen. With a jolt of electric stimulation, his penis plunged deep into Qiu Haitang's body, his semen shooting into the fresh and beautiful body of the renowned martial arts master, Su Shou Zhi Xing. Qiu Haitang's body trembled with each ejaculation, and she let out a barely audible moan...
After taking Qiu Haitang's virginity, Chu Xiong worried that the two women would commit suicide out of shame and anger, and also feared that Qiu Haitang's resourcefulness would pose a threat to him. So, he used his unique method to press their vital points, requiring him to massage their uterus periodically to continue the act. He also used the safety of the two women to blackmail the other into submission, and from then on, they truly lived a life of sensual pleasure.
Chu Xiong never let the two women wear clothes again, and the three of them lived a primitive life naked, raping each other wherever they pleased. On this day, Chu Xiong was raping Huo Xintong, only to hear the girl's delicate cries and climaxes. Suddenly, her long, smooth, snow-white legs shot up and stiffened, and a stream of thick, slippery vaginal fluid shot out from her uterus. Then, she went limp and could not breathe.
Chu Xiong stroked her increasingly full breasts and laughed, "Tongmei, you are naturally tight-fitting and have a wanton nature. You are truly a beauty that can captivate all men." Huo Xintong blushed crimson and turned her head away in shame.
Chu Xiong lay back down and beckoned Qiu Haitang over. Qiu Haitang had no choice but to straddle Chu Xiong, slowly undulating her body as he took his erect penis inside her. Chu Xiong felt a surge of pleasure at the humiliated expression of the once-famous Su Shou Zhixing. He reached out and played with her delicate breasts, saying, "Tang'er, you are unparalleled in talent and beauty. How about reciting some poetry to add some elegance?" Qiu Haitang, annoyed, remained silent.
Chu Xiong turned to Huo Xintong and said, "Sister Tong, although your cave is small, how does it compare to your back garden?" The two women's expressions changed drastically upon hearing this.
Qiu Haitang pondered for a moment and then recited: "The spring breeze remains the same.
The willows along the Sui embankment are carefully tended. The goose's yellow plumage is almost ready.
The weather is clear and bright.
Last year, the purple paths and green gates. Tonight, the rain and clouds
linger. A lifetime of sorrow is lost, only a few dusks remain."
Hearing the talented woman's soft and charming voice, Chu Xiong felt a surge of excitement and thrust several times, saying, "Excellent words! Keep going!" Qiu Haitang, filled with sorrow and helplessness, could only continue reciting: "A branch of red blossoms, dew-laden and fragrant, the clouds and rain of Wushan are in vain, breaking my heart. May I ask, who in the Han palace could compare?
"
"Poor swallow, leaning on her new makeup. ...
A beautiful flower, a beauty that could topple kingdoms, both pleasing to the eye, often seen by the smiling king.
Explaining the boundless sorrow of spring, she leans against the railing north of the Agarwood Pavilion. ...
The eastern city gradually feels the beauty of the scenery. Ripples on the water welcome guests to the table.
Beyond the green willows, a light chill in the morning air, on the red apricot branches, spring is in full bloom.
Life is fleeting, joy is rare. Who would value a thousand pieces of gold over a smile?
I hold up my wine cup to urge the setting sun to linger among the flowers for a while longer. ... "
As Qiu Haitang recited in her sweet voice, Chu Xiong's lust burned fiercely. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Qiu Haitang's round and full buttocks, and began to toss and thrust wildly. Qiu Haitang clung to his neck to maintain her balance, gritting her teeth to endure the intense physical stimulation. She let out intoxicating moans as his penis thrust into the deepest part of her body time and time again, sending intense pleasure throughout both of them. Each time her tender breasts swayed and rubbed against Chu Xiong's chest, combined with the pleasure in her lower body, the feeling was truly wonderful.
As Qiu Haitang's moans gradually weakened, Chu Xiong felt a tingling sensation in his lower back, and his penis throbbed. He quickened his pace, thrusting violently a few times, before fully penetrating her vagina, gushing out large amounts of semen that filled Qiu Haitang's cavity completely…
Chu Xiong embraced Qiu Haitang, both of them panting. Chu Xiong stroked her wet, smooth skin and said, "Sing another poem!"
Qiu Haitang pondered for a moment and then recited: "Longing for you, in Chang'an.
The cicadas weep in autumn by the golden well, a light frost tinges the mat with sorrow. " "Cold.
The lonely lamp flickers, my thoughts are almost unbearable, I roll up the curtain and gaze at the moon, sighing endlessly.
A beauty, like a flower, is beyond the clouds.
Above is the vast blue sky, below are the rippling waves of the green water.
The road is long and the sky is far, my soul flies in anguish, my dreams cannot reach the distant mountains.
Longing for you, my heart is broken."
After reciting this, her heart was filled with turmoil and tears streamed down her face. Chu Xiong raised his jade head and saw Dai Yulihua, feeling pity for her. He couldn't help but recite: "A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sitting deep within, her brows furrowed. Only tears are seen, but who is she hating?" Qiu Haitang was stunned, not expecting him to be able to recite such elegant lines. Little did she know that she had heard it from a brothel before. Chu Xiong, gazing at the beautiful woman's stunning appearance, was aroused again and pressed Qiu Haitang beneath him once more…
* * *
After a period of such debauchery, both women began to show signs of nausea and vomiting. Chu Xiong, puzzled, asked Qiu Haitang what was wrong. Su Shou Zhi Xing, looking at the filthy man before her, felt a pang of sorrow and said in a mournful voice, "Tong Mei and I are pregnant. I hope you will be more careful in the future." Chu Xiong's heart trembled upon hearing this, and he silently went to the spring to ponder.
Before, he had only used the two women as objects of his gratification, but now that they were carrying his children, his feelings were no longer the same. The thought that he possessed unparalleled martial arts skills but would have to spend his remaining years in this place with his children filled him with resentment. Then he thought, "Qiu Haitang is exceptionally intelligent. Perhaps if we devise a plan together, we can find a way out of the cave. With her help, I can achieve my ambitions much more easily in the future." After thinking about this for a moment
, he turned and returned to the stone chamber. Chu Xiong said solemnly to Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong, "Now that you two ladies are pregnant with my child, I deeply regret my past actions. Since the three of us have consummated our marriage, we should establish a proper status and live a good life together. What do you two ladies think?" Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong looked at him in confusion, wondering what tricks he was up to now. Chu Xiong then simply set up an incense table on the stone table, pulled the two bewildered women to perform the rites of consummation, and then removed the restraints on their bodies, allowing them to dress.
Seeing his sincere attitude, Qiu Haitang pondered for a long time and sighed, "It would be best if you could treat me with
courtesy. Since things have come to this, the three of us should live in harmony and stay together in this desperate situation for the rest of our lives." Chu Xiong laughed and said, "How can we let our children spend their days here? I was just about to discuss with my two virtuous wives how to get out of the cave." He then recounted the situation from their previous exploration.
Qiu Haitang pondered for a moment and said, "Since there is a passage, we might as well give it a try. We're trapped here anyway, so we might as well take a gamble. However, my cultivation and Tongmei's are not strong enough, and I'm afraid we won't be able to reach the exit."
Chu Xiong said, "Tang'er, you're overthinking it. With me taking turns breathing on you two, there shouldn't be any problems." The three of them decided to take the risk and try. Once
everything was ready, Chu Xiong put away the five luminous pearls, took one in his hand, and together with Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong, they dived down into the spring. During this time, Chu Xiong breathed on the two of them several times, gradually leading them to the place where they had previously encountered the hidden current. Chu Xiong breathed on Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong again, then tightly embraced them and plunged into the rapids. The three of them were swept forward by the current. The current grew faster and faster, and the cold became increasingly intense. Eventually, the three of them felt their eardrums ringing and their heads throbbing. Just when they felt they could no longer endure the torment, suddenly the passage turned upwards, and a powerful current swept them straight up. The water splashed and churned, and the three of them burst to the surface, letting out a cheer. They finally saw the outside world they had been missing for so long.
Before
them was a verdant valley full of flowers, red flowers and green trees intertwined. The valley was surrounded by high mountains, snow-capped peaks piercing the clouds, steep and precipitous. They found themselves in a deep, clear, emerald-green pool. A massive waterfall cascaded down the cliff face, plunging into the pool and resembling a magnificent jade dragon in the sunlight. The three excitedly stripped off their clothes and bathed to their hearts' content, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Chu Xiong, of course, indulged in some lewd acts, which the two women found both surprising and unsurprising.
Once ashore, they took out a flint, steel, and tinder to start a fire. Chu Xiong caught several large fish, gutted them with a sharp stick, and dried them, using the fire to dry his clothes and the fish. Soft
grass carpeted their feet, and the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers, the chirping of birds, and the sight of fresh fruit hanging from branches—it was truly a world apart. Soon, the aroma of the fish filled the air, and they were clearly cooked. The fish were smooth, tender, and delicious; the three of them seemed to have never tasted anything so wonderful before. In a short while, they devoured the large fish.
After their clothes dried, the three dressed neatly and strolled westward. After walking for about two miles, they saw two thatched huts beside a clear stream, surrounded by flowerbeds filled with all sorts of flowers and plants. The three were greatly surprised; they hadn't expected to find a home here. As they approached, they saw a boy of about three years old playing in front of the hut. Huo Xintong found the boy very cute and was about to go and hug him when her dress fluttered, and a young woman emerged from the hut, coming face to face with Huo Xintong. Both of them gasped in surprise.
Huo Xintong exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Zhai! What are you doing here?"
The woman was none other than Zhai Ying, the "Beautiful Woman of Tianshan." Zhai Ying was also quite surprised by Huo Xintong's sudden appearance, and even more surprised to see a man and a woman she didn't recognize. Huo Xintong was overjoyed and grabbed Zhai Ying's hand, asking her questions incessantly. Zhai Ying simply smiled and didn't answer, leading the three of them into the house. Huo Xintong introduced them to each other. Zhai Ying and Qiu Haitang had long admired each other but had never met before, so their meeting under these circumstances was truly unexpected. Chu Xiong had been observing Zhai Ying closely from the side, noticing that she had gained a more mature charm compared to her younger self, making her even more beautiful and captivating.
Zhai Ying also sized up the two women's supposed husbands, finding nothing unusual about them except for their robust physiques, which greatly surprised her. When asked how the three of them got there, Qiu Haitang briefly recounted how they were trapped in the cave and how they escaped, omitting the more painful details. Zhai Ying was astonished by what she heard.
Huo Xintong asked, "Sister Zhai! How did you end up living here? And whose son is this boy?"
Zhai Ying lowered her head and didn't answer. After a moment, she sighed and said, "There are many unspeakable hardships here, best left unsaid. But the child is Brother Miao's flesh and blood." The three of them were all surprised to hear this, knowing there must have been a complicated story behind it all.
Chu Xiong was greatly shocked. He carefully examined the boy playing on the ground and indeed saw a resemblance to himself. He blurted out, "How old is this child?"
Zhai Ying replied, "Four years old."
Huo Xintong picked up the boy affectionately and asked, "What's his name?"
Zhai Ying said, "Fang'er." Chu Xiong took the child from Huo Xintong and held him in his arms, a surge of warmth welling up in his heart...
The three of them stayed there temporarily. The place was beautiful and the scenery was pleasant. The three women became close friends and spent their days playing and laughing with Fang'er, making the valley much more lively. However, Chu Xiong gradually grew impatient, eager to return to the Central Plains, to rise above his circumstances, and to dominate the martial arts world. Chu Xiong discussed the matter with Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong, but the two women strongly opposed it. The three argued for a long time, and finally, Chu Xiong was furious, his face darkening. Seeing this, Qiu Haitang knew she couldn't persuade him, so she pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't we return to the Central Plains first to see the situation? Tongmei is pregnant and her health is weak, so she can stay in Cuigu with Sister Zhai. Once we have a place to stay and are settled, we can come back to welcome them, how about that?"
Chu Xiong agreed, and the two made some preparations. The next morning, they bid farewell to Zhai Ying and Huo Xintong and embarked on their journey home. After leaving Cuigu, they inquired and learned that the place was deep in the central part of the Oirat region, only fifteen li away from the Oirat capital, Keerqin. Chu Xiong bought horses from the local herders and, overjoyed, rode with Qiu Haitang. Qiu Haitang was disgusted but couldn't resist. Chu Xiong groped her all the way, shamelessly making
unwanted advances. Annoyed, Qiu Haitang snapped, "In broad daylight, behave yourself! How can you face anyone if people see this?"
Chu Xiong chuckled, "It's a vast, sparsely populated area here. Where would any outsiders come from? I'm not just going to touch you, I'm going to do it!" His lust intensified, he reached for Qiu Haitang's trousers. These past few days in the Green Valley, with Zhai Ying by his side, he had restrained himself considerably; now, without restraint, he was eager to indulge himself.
Qiu Haitang was startled and struggled fiercely. Seeing her lower skirt coming loose, she cried out, "Stop! Be careful of the baby in my womb!"
Chu Xiong said, "I understand." After saying that, he untied the sash of her lower garment, took out his erect and magnificent member, pulled Qiu Haitang's lower skirt down a little, revealing her beautiful buttocks, picked her up, found a position for her to sit in his lap, and Qiu Haitang let out a soft cry as his manhood was completely inside her.
Chu Xiong did not move, but spurred his horse and galloped away at high speed, relying only on the force of the jolts to complete their intercourse. Qiu Haitang had never experienced such stimulation before. She felt the penis throbbing rapidly inside her, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each time penetrating to the deepest part of her body. The tingling sensation was unbearable, and she couldn't help but cry out in a lewd voice. She ejaculated in no time. Chu Xiong felt even more novel and incredibly comfortable until he reached his climax and his semen gushed out. However, the slightest movement of the penis inside Qiu Haitang's body stimulated his virility again, and he went wild once more. They continued like this until dusk, when Chu Xiong finally pulled the reins after ejaculating for the sixth time. At this moment, Qiu Haitang was completely limp, her clothes soaked through. She lay panting heavily on the horse's back, having vomited countless times. The saddle was wet and slippery, with sticky fluid dripping onto the ground…
* * * *
The two rested for one night and continued their journey the next morning. Qiu Haitang still felt extremely tired and refused to ride with Chu Xiong again. Chu Xiong didn't insist, and the two rode separately southward. After traveling for over a month, they gradually approached the border. One day, while traveling, they saw an inn ahead and stopped near it. The two dismounted and entered the post station. Upon entering, they were startled to find only two guests in the vast space. Chu Xiong recognized the man seated calmly, sipping water, his purple face and blue robes revealing him to be "Shura" Sima Xiao, and behind him stood "Ruthless Soul-Stealing" Shang Meizhen. Chu Xiong frowned; although he no longer feared any masters, he still greatly feared this top-tier martial arts master. Sima Xiao glanced at the two, his cold eyes flashing a light when he looked at Qiu Haitang's face.
Chu Xiong and Sima Xiao sat down, ordered water, and began to sip slowly. Sima Xiao stared intently at Qiu Haitang, his eyes revealing greed.
Suddenly, Shang Meizhen walked up to Qiu Haitang and said, "My master likes you very much and invites you to come and keep him company."
Qiu Haitang smiled and said, "My husband also likes you very much and wants to take you as his maid. Why don't you pay your respects to your new master?"
Shang Meizhen was furious and struck Qiu Haitang with a palm. Qiu Haitang smiled and did not get up. With a light wave of her hand, she exchanged several blows with Shang Meizhen in an instant. She then used her "Flickering Heart Finger" to lightly brush across Shang Meizhen's palm. Shang Meizhen was shocked and took two steps back, both surprised and angry. After a short while, she was about to strike again.
Suddenly, Sima Xiao laughed, "Excellent! Excellent! My maid's martial arts and appearance are top-notch in the martial arts world, but she is slightly inferior to you. I will take you as my personal female disciple to serve me."
Chu Xiong was furious and said to Shang Meizhen, "We are destined to meet. You see your husband and don't come to serve him. What kind of behavior is
this with an old scoundrel?" Sima Xiao glanced at him coldly and said, "Young man, you are very bold!" Without any visible movement, the teapot on the table suddenly leaped up and flew towards Chu Xiong. Halfway there, it suddenly sank downwards, shook a few times, and fell to the ground without breaking. It spun around a few times and stopped moving. Sima Xiao's expression changed.
Qiu Haitang smiled and said, "Senior Sima is a grandmaster and a master of our time. How could you quarrel with a junior like me over a mere maid? How about you teach my husband a few moves, up to three hundred? If he can withstand three hundred moves, please grant him his request. Otherwise, I will stay by your side. What do you say?"
Chu Xiong stood up, strode forward, and said loudly, "Please, Senior, instruct me!"
Sima Xiao's face turned solemn, and he thought to himself, " Knowing his own identity, the opponent still dared to challenge him, clearly coming prepared. This young man possesses extraordinary skills; given time, he will surely become a major threat. Today, we must eliminate him."
Having thought this, he stood up, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and approached Chu Xiong. Upon reaching him, he raised his left palm and slashed diagonally towards Chu Xiong's shoulder, shouting, "First move!" Chu Xiong raised his right arm to parry, spinning to avoid the palm strike. He saw Sima Xiao's second move coming. Facing a peerless master for the first time, Chu Xiong's spirits lifted, and he focused intently on the battle. After a few moves, Sima Xiao was greatly surprised: "This kid's martial arts are so superior? If I had been even slightly careless, not only would he have blocked me for three hundred moves, but I'm afraid I would have lost to him." Initially not using his full strength, he was unexpectedly overwhelmed by Chu Xiong's all-out attack and found himself at a disadvantage. In a moment of panic, he hastily unleashed the Asura Yin Sha Palm Technique, his movements swift and unpredictable, striving to strike first.
However, Chu Xiong's skill was already among the top masters. Sima Xiao changed his fist techniques more than ten times, yet he still couldn't gain the upper hand. After exchanging over a hundred moves, he suddenly used a tricky move. Chu Xiong, after all, was still relatively inexperienced in combat and was almost kicked by his left foot, forcing him to retreat two steps to regain the balance. He wanted to seize the opportunity to gain the upper hand, but Chu Xiong defended extremely firmly. Despite his attacks being as fierce as a storm, he never made a single mistake. Hearing Qiu Haitang count to "two hundred and three, two hundred and four," Sima Xiaoda grew increasingly agitated: "I, along with the chivalrous Yunxiao, are hailed as two of the greatest masters of our time. If I can't defeat an unknown brat within three hundred moves, how will I ever face the martial world again?"
With a sudden change in stance, his palms flashed, his attacks swift and unparalleled. Chu Xiong was now at a disadvantage, feeling his breathing quicken, as if a massive mountain was pressing down on him, his vision blurred with stars, and he could barely withstand the attack. Sima Xiao quickened his pace, launching a powerful attack. Chu Xiong, though calm, was overcome by a surge of competitive spirit. Suddenly, he unleashed a palm strike, "Swallowing the Four Seas," a brilliant move from the "Mysterious Inscription Record," which struck like a tidal wave. Sima Xiao was startled as the palm wind rushed towards him, but he felt its immense power and knew he couldn't deflect it. In desperation, he drew a circle with his right arm and unleashed a "Demonic Dragon Emerging from the Sea" move to meet the attack. Chu Xiong twisted his wrist, deflecting most of the palm force and transforming his palm into a finger strike aimed at Sima Xiao's "neck acupoint." Sima Xiao had no way to dodge and retaliated by transforming his palm into a finger strike aimed at Chu Xiong's chest. It was a mutually destructive fighting style.
Qiu Haitang and Shang Meizhen exclaimed in surprise at the same time, as they had both struck each other simultaneously. Chu Xiong had already shifted his acupoints and was protected by his silk armor, so he was not seriously injured, but he dared not use too much force and retreated immediately upon contact. Qiu Haitang smiled and said, "That's already the 302nd move. Thank you for your mercy, Senior Sima." Sima Xiao's whole body stiffened, and he stood there dumbfounded. Fortunately, he had profound internal strength and his acupoints had not been struck directly, so he immediately broke free and knew that his opponent had shown mercy. However, the Asura Sima Xiao was ultimately defeated. In an instant, he felt all his ambition extinguished and his heart turned cold. He seemed to have aged a lot. He did not say anything and turned away silently.
Chu Xiong said, "The once mighty demon is no more!" Looking around, he was shocked to see the post station in ruins, reduced to ashes, its inhabitants long gone.
Qiu Haitang said, "Congratulations! You've become a grandmaster and gained a stunning maid."
Shang Meizhen stepped forward and bowed, "Thank you, Master, for saving me!"
Chu Xiong said smugly, "Serve me well from now on, I won't mistreat you!"
Qiu Haitang said from the side, "Out of the wolf's den, into the tiger's lair!"
Shang Meizhen said smugly, "How can that old demon compare to Master!"
Chu Xiong's face turned cold, "Is that how you speak to your mistress?" Shang Meizhen saw the cold glint in his eyes and was startled, quickly bowing and apologizing.
Qiu Haitang laughed, "You just need to serve the master well! I don't need women."
She then inquired about Shang Meizhen's journey with Sima Xiao, learning that various rebel armies within the pass had risen up, plunging the country into war. The court was on the verge of collapse, and a power struggle among warlords was imminent. To avoid the war, they had returned to the borderlands. Chu Xiong, upon hearing this, lost interest and, after discussing it with Qiu Haitang, decided to return to Cui Valley.
That night, the three slept in an abandoned thatched hut. Chu Xiong, already consumed by lust, naturally wouldn't let go of his newly acquired beautiful prey. After dinner, he pounced on Shang Meizhen. Qiu Haitang, unwilling to witness their shameful behavior, rose and left the hut. Gazing at the star-studded night sky, her heart swelled with melancholy.
Standing there for a long time, she suddenly felt strange. Why couldn't she hear the usual sounds of a man and woman making love? Listening intently, she could only hear Chu Xiong's rapid breathing, interspersed with a few moans, but she couldn't hear Shang Meizhen's voice at all. Curiosity arose, and she couldn't help but walk to the door and look inside. What she saw made her blush and speechless. She saw that the two of them were completely naked. Chu Xiong sat there with his legs spread apart, looking down with a look of ecstasy and surprise. Shang Meizhen's head was bent over Chu Xiong's crotch, moving back and forth. The man's erect penis was going in and out of her small, red lips, swallowing and releasing, a very erotic sight.
Qiu Haitang had never imagined such a thing; the mere thought of it made her nauseous. Yet, seeing the two men seemingly enjoying themselves immensely, she wanted to leave immediately, but remained rooted to the spot. Suddenly, Shang Meizhen increased the speed of her sucking, making a "squeak, squeak..." sound. Chu Xiong, clearly unable to bear it any longer, groaned incessantly, then suddenly withdrew his penis, panting heavily. After a short rest, he laughed, "As expected of 'Ruthless Ecstasy,' you certainly have some skills. Were you trained by that old devil?"
Shang Meizhen's eyes were alluring as she softly said, "Let this servant serve Master once, and then I will answer all your questions, shall I?" Chu Xiong laughed heartily, pressing Shang Meizhen down and forcing her to lie face down on the ground. Shang Meizhen's smooth, shapely buttocks were immediately exposed to his view. With her legs spread wide, Chu Xiong, unable to resist any longer, thrust hard, taking over her tender, secluded place. Shang Meizhen, already incredibly wet from passionately sucking Chu Xiong's penis, finally felt her emptiness filled. She breathed a satisfied sigh, preparing for the violent ravages to come.
Chu Xiong thrust passionately inside her, his strong, thick penis pounding into her vagina, the veins bulging against the vaginal walls… causing Shang Meizhen to moan uncontrollably, "Mmm… mmm…" Stimulated by this, Chu Xiong thrust even more fiercely. Shang Meizhen secreted copious amounts of love fluid, the warm liquid fully lubricating their intimate contact, making her feel like she was in heaven.
Chu Xiong suddenly pulled her legs together, causing her to clamp his penis even tighter. "Oh... God!" As her legs closed, Shang Meizhen's vagina tightened further, making the space inside her even smaller, squeezing Chu Xiong's penis until it was hard to breathe. He groaned softly, grabbed Shang Meizhen's buttocks, and began to thrust wildly. His strong abdominal muscles slammed against her buttocks, making rhythmic slapping sounds. As his penis relentlessly pounded deep inside her, the friction of their flesh against the surging love juices produced a "sizzling...sizzling..." sound, exquisitely beautiful.
"Oh...my God!" Shang Meizhen was held up by Chu Xiong, her legs dangling in the air. She couldn't find any reliable foothold and could only lie on the ground, letting Chu Xiong violently thrust into her. Her body swayed in mid-air... Her love juice had already slid down her thighs and flowed down her legs. The pleasure between her legs swept through her entire body; the intense stimulation felt so good! Shang Meizhen felt that her cries at this moment must be incredibly lewd, because she felt Chu Xiong occasionally letting out satisfied groans, matching his thrusts, making her incredibly aroused. After
a while, Chu Xiong suddenly put her down, and Shang Meizhen lay on the ground again. Chu Xiong continued to sway his waist, not as violently as before. He slowly thrust into her 'sexy hand' while using his hands to spread her buttocks apart. A finger slid across her anus, causing her to involuntarily contract. A surge of intense pleasure coursed through her, and Shang Meizhen cried out, "Ah!" Chu Xiong used his finger, moistened with her secretions, to repeatedly stroke her anus, making it incredibly slippery. His finger also tirelessly rubbed that area.
Slowly, Shang Meizhen's tight anus began to loosen. "Ah... his finger went in." Shang Meizhen felt his hands pressing against her pert buttocks, and one thumb went in... then the other, and then both fingers began to pry open her intestines, intensifying the thrusting. "God! I'm going to faint! This stimulation is so intense..." Shang Meizhen felt like she was ascending, spinning... She only remembered her swaying and the overwhelming pleasure emanating from her lower body, a pleasure
so intense it felt like dying. Chu Xiong suddenly shook even more violently, more intensely than before. Shang Meizhen knew he was about to come, and she could no longer hold on. The pleasure kept rising until she couldn't take it anymore. Shang Meizhen screamed "Ah!" her whole body trembled, and her vaginal opening contracted strongly several times. She felt a surge of power drain away, followed by another stream of hot liquid shooting into her body, perfectly filling her emptiness and despair...

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The three traveled together and finally returned to Emerald Valley that day. Zhai Ying and Huo Xintong were surprised to see them return so quickly, and that Shang Meizhen was with them as well. After learning the reason, Huo Xintong was naturally happy, and Zhai Ying had no objection. Shang Meizhen was also very surprised to find Zhai Ying and Huo Xintong there, and seeing the beautiful scenery, like a paradise, she was secretly delighted to have escaped her suffering. Chu Xiong and the others settled down in Emerald Valley, building three more thatched huts next to their house. The four women put aside their past grudges and lived a peaceful and carefree life. Only Chu Xiong was depressed, his ambition still burning, and he often thought about starting a business outside.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong's bellies gradually became visible. Chu Xiong had no choice but to restrain himself and vent his lust on Shang Meizhen. But how could he be a docile man? Gradually, he also set his sights on Zhai Ying. One day, Chu Xiong returned to the thatched hut after hunting a deer and saw Shang Meizhen playing with Fang'er. Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong were chatting and making baby clothes, ignoring him when he returned. Huo Xintong whispered something to Qiu Haitang, who blushed and spat, "What nonsense are you spouting! Aren't you ashamed?"
Huo Xintong said, "What nonsense? There's a poem that goes: 'Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze brushes the railing, the dew is heavy.
If not seen on the Jade Mountain, she would be met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.'"
Qiu Haitang sighed, "There's also a poem that goes: 'Tears wet my handkerchief, dreams unfulfilled; deep in the night, the sound of singing echoes in the front hall.
Her beauty has not faded, yet her favor has ended;
she leans against the incense burner, sitting until dawn.' Huo Xintong didn't care at all and continued to laugh. Chu Xiong looked around but couldn't find Zhai Ying, so he turned and left the thatched hut, heading into the valley. After searching for a while, he still couldn't find the 'Heavenly Mountain Beauty,' but seeing the waterfall in the distance, he strolled towards the green pool.
Seeing what appeared to be someone in the pool from afar, Chu Xiong's heart stirred. He darted behind a large rock at the edge of the pool and peered out. He saw Zhai Ying joyfully washing herself in the rippling water, her clothes laid out on a rock. The water reached her chest, and with each rise and fall, her breasts were sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, leaving Chu Xiong breathless and dazzled. Zhai Ying's skin was smooth and delicate, her mature body full and alluring; her long, shapely legs were round and well-proportioned, and her round, white buttocks were firm and pert. Her face was dignified and beautiful, possessing a captivating charm; her proudly erect breasts exuded a mature allure.
Chu Xiong, burning with lust, couldn't resist revealing himself beside the rock where Zhai Ying had laid her clothes. Zhai Ying was startled to see Chu Xiong and quickly submerged herself in the water, shouting, "Close your eyes! Get out of here!"
Chu Xiong laughed loudly, "Wouldn't closing my eyes be a waste of such a beautiful sight?"
Zhai Ying angrily retorted, "You lecherous scoundrel! What do you want?"
Chu Xiong said, "I have long admired you, young lady. Today is such a perfect opportunity, so let's play in the water together and ascend to the Wuyun." With that, he began to undress.
Seeing that he truly intended to assault her, Zhai Ying said fiercely, "You wicked scoundrel! If you dare to step into the pool, I will die right here in front of you." Seeing her angry glare and resolute expression, Chu Xiong knew she was not lying. He dared not approach and took two steps back, saying in a hushed voice, "We have long been husband and wife, so why pretend to be so virtuous?"
Zhai Ying angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Chu Xiong coldly replied, "What nonsense! Even the child..." "I've got it."
Zhai Ying was furious and shouted, "If you utter another filthy word and sully my purity, I'll fight you to the death!"
Chu Xiong said, "That night in the cave, how much pleasure you indulged, even when you were losing your virginity, you were so accommodating, yet now you are pure and innocent, chaste beyond compare?"
Zhai Ying's face turned pale, and she exclaimed in shock, "You, what did you say..." Chu Xiong then described the situation in detail.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhai Ying let out a mournful cry and pounced on him. Chu Xiong saw that her eyes were bloodshot and her face was terrifying, like a mad beast that seemed to want to devour him whole. He was terrified and turned to run away. After fleeing for some distance, Chu Xiong turned back and, seeing that Zhai Ying hadn't pursued him, stopped, letting out a long sigh. He thought to himself, "This woman has a fiery temper; she must have gone mad from hearing those words." Recalling Zhai Ying's terrifying expression just now , a chill ran down his spine.
After a moment, Chu Xiong was about to leave when he suddenly heard a strange sound, startling him. This sound was all too familiar to him; he just hadn't expected to encounter such a thing in this remote mountain valley. Curious, he followed the sound. Not far along, he saw two naked bodies passionately intertwined on a flat area behind a large rock. A burly, dark-skinned man was vigorously thrusting into the woman beneath him. The woman's fair skin contrasted sharply with the man's. Her legs were spread wide, and her head swayed from side to side with the man's movements, emitting moans of pain interspersed with occasional angry curses.
From Chu Xiong's perspective, he could see the entire movement of the man and woman's genitals, a truly erotic and incredibly stimulating sight. Chu Xiong felt a surge of desire, his erection rising, and without thinking, he leaped out. Hearing the commotion, the man quickly rose and turned to assume a defensive stance. Chu Xiong saw that he was a bearded barbarian with thick chest hair, and a huge, trembling penis between his legs—a truly comical sight. Suppressing a laugh, Chu Xiong shouted, "You audacious lecher! How dare you commit such a despicable act here! Your grandfather, acting on behalf of Heaven, will surely eliminate this scourge today!"
The foreigner mumbled a few words in a foreign language, which Chu Xiong did not understand. Suddenly, the foreigner moved swiftly forward, reaching out to grab Chu Xiong. Chu Xiong saw that the man's five fingers trembled slightly; this grab was precise, steady, and experienced, clearly demonstrating profound skill. He was secretly surprised: "I didn't expect this foreigner to be a martial arts expert!" He immediately gathered his inner strength, focused his mind, and blocked with his right hand, then hooked the man's wrist. The foreigner threw a punch, aiming straight for Chu Xiong's right shoulder. Chu Xiong dodged, but the foreigner's second move followed immediately, with no gap between them.
Chu Xiong was greatly surprised: "This man is incredibly skilled, definitely a top-tier expert. Who is he?" He immediately unleashed his abilities and fought the barbarian. Chu Xiong's moves were so exquisite that the barbarian could only use half of each move before the second half was sealed off, leaving him only able to tightly guard his vital points and wait for an opening to counterattack. But Chu Xiong's moves were fantastical, unlike anything he had ever seen before. A punch would transform into a finger halfway through its trajectory, a grab would appear, and then transform into a palm as it closed in. After just ten moves, Chu Xiong shouted, "Accept your fate!" The barbarian's vision blurred, and he saw Chu Xiong's figure all around him. A kick came from the left, a punch from the right, a palm strike from the front, and a finger thrust from behind—all sorts of moves came at once, leaving him clueless as to how to defend. He could only frantically move his palms, gathering his inner strength, focusing only on defense and not attacking, practicing his own boxing style.
Suddenly, Chu Xiong roared, and the barbarian felt a sharp pain in his "Jizhong" acupoint in his waist and "Shangqu" acupoint in his abdomen at the same time. His acupoints had been struck, and his limbs went numb and he could no longer move. Chu Xiong laughed heartily, turned around and walked to the woman's side. Upon closer inspection, he was shocked.
Her thick, black hair cascaded down her back, revealing a forehead as white as jade, two delicate, arched eyebrows, and eyes as deep as autumn water and as beautiful as stars, exuding a cold, arrogant, and slightly fearful and resentful expression; her slightly upturned nose, sexy red lips, and smooth chin were all extremely beautiful and alluring, truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms and cities, a face that could shame the moon and flowers.
Her body was crystal clear and snow-white, slender and well-proportioned, with beautiful lines, as if meticulously sculpted. Her full breasts stood erect, a pair of snow-white and pinkish breasts, neither too big nor too small, perfectly shaped, with pale pink nipples like two cherries, tempting one to take a bite. Below was a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, the perfect lines extending downwards to form two beautiful arcs with her tender, full buttocks, and a lovely navel nestled on her smooth abdomen. Further down, the alluring petals of her pubic hair, so tempting it was almost painful to look at, were peeked out shyly from within her beautiful garden.
Her body, which should have been as fair and delicate as ice and jade, was now soaked, exuding a strong masculine scent. The bloodstains on the ground beneath her proved that she had been pure and innocent not long ago. Chu Xiong felt a pang of regret and reached out to check her, knowing that she had been struck on acupoints and was powerless to resist. After a moment of contemplation, he picked up the girl and ran back to the clear pool. Zhai Ying was no longer there. Chu Xiong stripped off his own clothes and carried the girl into the water. He carefully washed every inch of the girl's skin. The girl coldly watched the man's actions, her eyes full of contempt and resentment.
Chu Xiong gazed at the smooth, beautiful naked body before him—snow-white skin, a slender waist, rounded, pert buttocks, and straight, long, jade-like legs. In the misty water, she resembled a fairy, captivating and enchanting. The naked body in the water brought a novel and stimulating pleasure. The girl's beautiful breasts swayed in the water, her two rosy nipples rising and falling on the surface, exuding a captivating charm. Through the rippling water, he could see the abundant hair between her legs floating like seaweed on the bottom, seemingly displaying a vigorous vitality.
Chu Xiong's hand moved from the water to her high, firm breasts, his fingers gently pinching and kneading her nipples, carefully massaging her breasts, praising, "So elastic!" The perfect breasts, paired with small areolas and erect nipples, looked even more arousing. He moved behind the girl, slowly wiping his body, his hand reaching under her armpits to caress her smooth breasts, the white, tender muscles of her breasts swaying from side to side with the movement, his erect penis pressed firmly against her plump buttocks.
The girl's proud eyes became somewhat unfocused, and her breathing became heavy. Chu Xiong's demonic hand moved downwards, gently stroking the girl's lush pubic hair in the water, slowly moving to the hot opening between her thighs. The girl trembled slightly. Chu Xiong slowly and gently stroked the crevice in her vagina, rubbing it back and forth, until the opening gradually became moist. Chu Xiong's fingers moved to the top of the crevice, touching a small, bean-sized bump and gently teasing it. The girl shuddered all over. Chu Xiong's middle finger pressed against the vaginal opening and slowly inserted, immediately feeling the tightness inside. He hugged the girl tightly from behind, their hot bodies pressed together. Chu Xiong's penis thrust repeatedly in and out of the girl's cleft, his fingers beginning to pump in and out.
As the movements became larger and faster, the bright red, moist opening secreted itself, secreting fluid gushing out, and the girl let out rapid breaths. Chu Xiong embraced the girl's buttocks, arching them backward. His penis slowly thrust into her overflowing, lubricated opening. He exhaled, fully plunging in, and began to move rhythmically, quietly enjoying the tightness of the vaginal walls. Making love in the water was truly wonderful. With each thrust, the girl's opening was stretched wide, the water pressure creating a ripple. His penis penetrated deep into her cavity, the unparalleled stimulation causing the walls to tremble. Chu Xiong felt incredibly aroused. The pool water mixed with the girl's vaginal fluids made his thrusts increasingly lubricated, his penis experiencing extraordinary pleasure within the tight embrace of the narrow walls.
The girl's eyes became hazy and unfocused. Unlike the pain and embarrassment she had just experienced, waves of incomparably wonderful sensations stimulated her entire body, allowing her to truly experience the pleasure between a man and a woman. However, her noble pride prevented her from stubbornly maintaining her girlish reserve, keeping her lips tightly closed and refusing to utter a sound. Chu Xiong, in a retaliatory manner, intensified his assault on her body. His thick penis, like a python, penetrated her tender orifice repeatedly in the water, splashing water everywhere. With the girl's rise and fall, the hair on her lower body floated back and forth on the bottom of the water like seaweed. Chu Xiong's large hand vigorously kneaded her tender breasts; the breasts felt so elastic, as if they were about to burst out of his grasp. Amidst the surging water, their bodies moved rhythmically, creating a scene of ethereal beauty in the billowing mist.
Chu Xiong couldn't help but admire the girl's composure; she endured the intense stimulation with furrowed brows and gritted teeth, remaining completely silent, even during her two climaxes, only slightly opening her lips to let out soft "Ah!" sounds. But her captivating allure only made Chu Xiong feel even more comfortable. The stimulation was intense; Chu Xiong felt he had never experienced such wild and unrestrained lovemaking before. He felt the girl reach another climax under his fierce thrusts, her face flushed with a rosy glow of desire. With a soft "Oh!", her body convulsed, her lower abdomen tightened, and the muscles within her wet vagina contracted strongly, gripping his penis tightly. A gush of hot love fluid spurted from deep within her body, followed by a soft, relaxed release.
Chu Xiong, too, reached his climax at the same time, his lower body convulsing with increasingly intense contractions, the spasms lasting for a long time, as if he were emptying his entire being of his essence. Chu Xiong held the girl tightly in the water for a while before going ashore to dry them both off and get dressed. He carried the girl back to her original spot, released her pressure points, and then turned to search the foreigner's clothes. Besides some gold, silver, and jewels, there was a crystal-clear jade pendant and a sword. Chu Xiong drew the sword, feeling a chill that cut to the bone; it was indeed a rare and sharp weapon.
After collecting everything, Chu Xiong thought to himself, "This foreigner is skilled in martial arts and possesses treasures; he must be someone of considerable importance. I must not let him live." He went to the foreigner's side, struck his vital point, and the foreigner died instantly. Suddenly, he heard a cry of surprise behind him. Turning around, he saw the girl, now dressed, staring at him in astonishment. Chu Xiong hesitated, unsure what to do with the girl. The girl gazed at Chu Xiong intently for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran away. Chu Xiong stood there stunned for a while, finally sighing and turning to leave as well.
Back at the thatched hut, he saw Qiu Haitang and the other two girls staring at him with strange looks. Chu Xiong, feeling guilty, dared not say anything and went straight inside to sit on the couch.
Qiu Haitang followed up immediately, coldly asking, "What did you do to Sister Zhai?"
Chu Xiong replied guiltily, "I didn't do anything! Why do you ask?"
Qiu Haitang snorted coldly, saying, "You already have three wives and concubines and you're still not satisfied? You actually dared to set your sights on Sister Zhai! If anything happens to Sister Zhai, we will never live with you again!"
Chu Xiong angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't touch her, so what could
possibly happen to her?" Qiu Haitang asked, "Then why did she leave alone?"
Chu Xiong was stunned and asked, "She left? How did she leave? When did she leave?"
Qiu Haitang said coldly, "She left more than two hours ago, taking Fang'er with her and riding all the horses away." Chu Xiong was stunned and couldn't recover for a moment.
Qiu Haitang pressed for details, but Chu Xiong dared not tell the truth. He only said that he had accidentally stumbled upon Zhai Ying bathing, which angered her, so he left. Qiu Haitang was skeptical, but recalling Zhai Ying's expression when she left, which resembled Chu Xiong's description, she stopped blaming him.
The next morning, Chu Xiong suddenly said, "Let's not stay here anymore. Let's go outside and look for Miss Zhai." The three of them were surprised, but seeing his determination, they could not disobey and had to agree.
Qiu Haitang asked, "Where are we going?"
Chu Xiong pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go to Kerchin City first!" The four of them packed their belongings and set off for Kerchin City... (
Chapter Six: The Heroic Tyrant)
Chu Xiong and the others entered Kerchin City and found it densely populated, with bluestone paving the main streets and bustling markets. After passing several streets, they came to a straight stone road, at the end of which stood countless yellow-tiled palaces, bathed in the setting sun. The glazed tiles gleamed brilliantly, dazzling the eye. They entered a small shop, ordered wine and food, and Chu Xiong ate while pondering his next move. Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the street, and a frightened horse galloped towards them, causing the pedestrians to scatter in terror. A burly man rushed out from the roadside, grabbed the reins, and held the horse firmly in place despite its kicking and leaping. The horse roared for a while, then gradually calmed down.
Chu Xiong thought to himself, "That man's strength is astonishing; he's no ordinary person." Just then, he saw the man enter the small shop and invited him to sit down and have a drink. The man was a straightforward fellow, so he sat down and exchanged names with Chu Xiong, and they began to chat. His name was Ge Jinmu, and he made a living by herding livestock. He had come to Keerqin City to participate in the Warriors' Tournament.
Just as Chu Xiong was about to ask more questions, he suddenly heard Qiu Haitang whisper, "Bai Fuwei!" Chu Xiong looked outside and saw... Dozens of riders galloped in, led by a pale-faced man dressed in white—none other than Bai Fuwei, the "Nine Desolate Demon God"—followed by a group of strangely dressed warriors. The group sped past in an instant.
Ge Jinmu spat, "They're Tibetan warriors, daring to claim the title of 'Number One Warrior Under Heaven' in order to ask my princess for her hand in marriage. They don't even know their own worth; how could they possibly be worthy of a princess as beautiful as a fairy?" Chu Xiong inquired for further details.
The Oirat and Tatar were originally the two largest states beyond the Great Wall, and they fought for supremacy year after year, with each side experiencing victories and defeats. Every year, the Oirat held a "Warrior Tournament" to select the most outstanding warriors and military commanders. Some time ago, a Tibetan prince proposed marriage to the Oirat princess, but the Oirat king, intending to refuse, said that only the greatest warrior in the world was worthy of marrying the princess. Therefore, this year's tournament was especially grand. The winner would not only receive the title of "Greatest Warrior in the World," but would also be promoted to "Martial Noble Iron Cavalry General" and wield military power. If he passed the princess's imperial examination, he could also marry the princess. Thus, this tournament attracted not only a large number of Oirat warriors and generals, but also many foreign warriors.
After understanding the situation, Chu Xiong had made up his mind. He inquired about the time and place of the duel, parted ways with Ge Jinmu after a meal, and found accommodation with the three women. In his room, he discussed the duel with Qiu Haitang. Qiu Haitang said, "If you want to be a general and a prince consort, then go for it. With your martial arts skills, who can compete with you? What are we discussing?"
Chu Xiong laughed and said, "Tang'er, you're joking! I just want a place to stay so that you and Tongmei can have a peaceful birth and live a comfortable life."
Qiu Haitang sighed, "Desires are endless. You're not a peaceful person. Do as you please, just hope you treat us well in the future." Chu Xiong chuckled apologetically.
On the day of the duel, Chu Xiong and the three women, dressed as men, arrived outside the Oirat military training ground and saw that three or four hundred people had already gathered in front of the gate. They didn't move forward, but stood at a distance waiting. Suddenly, they heard a commotion behind them and turned around to see Bai Fuwei and a group of Tibetan warriors approaching hurriedly. Bai Fuwei's face was gloomy, and he seemed preoccupied. As he passed Chu Xiong and the others, he suddenly stopped and stared at Chu Xiong with a strange light in his eyes. Chu Xiong and
the others were still wondering what was going on when two men leaped out from behind Bai Fuwei and exclaimed, "That's Senior Brother's sword!" Chu Xiong suddenly realized that it was the sword at his waist that had attracted Bai Fuwei and the others' attention; it seemed that the foreigners must be with them. Little did he know that the foreigner was Bai Fuwei's chief disciple, named Dadamule, a prince of Tibet. Bai Fuwei asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this sword?"
Chu Xiong replied, "I picked it up from a dead man."
Bai Fuwei's expression changed drastically. "Did you kill him?" Chu Xiong didn't answer, his expression ambiguous. Bai Fuwei roared and unleashed a thunderous palm strike. Seeing Bai Fuwei's palm strike, Chu Xiong also struck out with his own, a head-on collision, leaving no room for trickery. Their palms collided with a loud bang. Bai Fuwei staggered and took a step back, while Chu Xiong stood calmly in place.
Bai Fuwei was greatly shocked, not expecting his internal strength to be so strong. His mind raced, and he shouted loudly, "This man is the murderer of the Tibetan prince. Today, he relies on his superb martial arts to seize the title of 'Number One Warrior Under Heaven.' Whoever can subdue him will not only receive a generous reward from the Tibetan Kingdom, but will also ascend to the throne of 'Number One Warrior Under Heaven.'" Before he finished speaking, his two disciples, Takoda and Peng Hu, attacked from the left and right. Chu Xiong shouted and thrust out his palms to exchange two blows with the two men, sending them flying several feet away with two loud bangs.
At this moment, a short man of about forty years old rushed out and shouted, "Where did this madman come from, daring to cause trouble in the Oirat?" Chu Xiong did not recognize this man. This man was the most famous warrior of the Oirat, holding the title of "Left Guerrilla General" and named Zuo Cha. Zuo Cha was short in stature, but his martial arts skills were truly remarkable. He struck out with his left palm, followed swiftly with his right. He then retracted his left palm, adding force to the right, unleashing three consecutive palm strikes with combined power, three times stronger than a single palm strike. Chu Xiong shouted, "Good!" and swung his left palm. The two palm strikes collided, forcing everyone else to retreat to the sides. Just then, Takoda and Peng Hu attacked again, followed by other warriors who joined the fray, including Ge Jinmu.
Chu Xiong laughed, "Truly, profit is paramount, everyone fights fiercely. Take this!" He kicked out with his left foot towards Peng Hu, then suddenly swerved mid-air. Ge Jinmu let out a strange cry, his buttocks sent him flying. Chu Xiong, who had never been defeated since mastering his divine skill, faced an unprecedented danger while fighting against so many masters simultaneously. His breath flowed smoothly, his internal energy surged, and his palms danced, forcing the masters to keep their distance. Bai Fuwei watched Chu Xiong fight the warriors, his speed and power unseen before. His face darkened, and his heart pounded. This man's martial arts were so strong, perhaps even surpassing his own. Where did such a master come from? He had to eliminate him when the time was right.
Zuo Cha stepped forward, his sleeves billowing, unleashing a powerful punch from beneath them towards Chu Xiong. Seeing him attack, Chu Xiong's two wide sleeves billowed forward like two sails carried by the wind, their power formidable. He shouted, "Indeed impressive!" and struck out with his palm at Chu Xiong's sleeve. This palm strike was concentrated and powerful; a hissing sound was heard as the two forces collided, and suddenly it seemed as if dozens of gray butterflies were fluttering up and down. Zuo Cha's sleeve was torn to shreds. Zuo Cha's face turned ashen, and in his rage, he attacked with both arms straight up and down.
What had been a situation where dozens of people were surrounding Chu Xiong suddenly became a problem when Zuo Cha unleashed his full power. The others felt that flanking him would only hinder their efforts, so they naturally retreated one by one, forming a circle around him and watching the duel between the two with bated breath. Seeing the others step back, Chu Xiong suddenly had a thought and threw a punch with a whoosh. His "Raging Dragon Lock" move was incredibly graceful and powerful, its force a perfect blend of strength and gentleness. The pinnacle of martial arts that every master aspired to reach in their lifetime was revealed in this single move. Everyone couldn't help but cheer! Seeing Chu Xiong's second move, "Skyward Roaming," so exquisitely masterful, it was difficult to discern which was superior to his first. It immediately drew many soft exclamations of "Oh, oh!" and "Heh, heh!"
At first, Chu Xiong fought fiercely with everyone, while the other warriors were preoccupied with defending themselves. Seeing his ferocity and skill, they temporarily stepped aside, only then beginning to grasp the exquisite subtlety of his martial arts. After only seven or eight exchanges between Chu Xiong and Zuo Cha, the difference in skill was already clear. Chu Xiong was always a step too slow, allowing Zuo Cha to strike first. Each time Zuo Cha made a move, Chu Xiong would follow suit, and whether due to his youth and strength or his increased speed, he always struck first despite being the one who attacked later. Seizing the opportunity, Chu Xiong suddenly launched an attack, striking Zuo Cha in the ribs with a palm strike. Zuo Cha groaned and retreated hastily.
Chu Xiong did not pursue, but shouted loudly, "Who still dares to defy me?" The warriors roared and surrounded him again, but Chu Xiong's attacks did not slow down at all. He punched Takoda, kicked Peng Hu, elbowed the unseen blue-clad giant, and struck a Walash warrior with his palm. In the midst of his words, he had knocked down four people in succession. Seeing his bravery, the crowd was filled with fear. Suddenly, a hidden force struck. Chu Xiong responded with a palm strike, but felt an unexpectedly strong force. He was shocked. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was Bai Fuwei, the "Nine Desolate Demon God," who had finally made his move. He dared not be careless and focused his attention on the enemy.
Bai Fuwei regretted his failed sneak attack and gathered his strength to launch a full-force attack. In an instant, their energy surged, and the two clashed. Bystanders, unable to withstand the force, retreated in droves. After rolling and tumbling for over two hundred moves, Chu Xiong suddenly used two "Mysterious Palm" techniques to deflect Bai Fuwei's attacks, while also subtly gathering a solid and powerful counterattack. He swung his palm, the wind from which it struck carrying a faint, bubbling sound. The posture and technique were those of a superior skill from the "Mysterious Inscription Record." Bai Fuwei was startled and dodged the attack. After exchanging a few more blows, he was completely on the defensive and grew anxious. Seeing Chu Xiong about to strike again, he suddenly lowered his palm and reached out with both hands, grabbing Chu Xiong's fist. It was a move from his famous technique, "Demon Entanglement Hand." He held Chu Xiong's little finger with his left hand and his thumb with his right, twisting upwards with force, intending to break both fingers instantly.
Suddenly, Chu Xiong twisted his right wrist in a small circle, flipping it over and using "Shadowless Divine Grab" to seize Bai Fuwei's left wrist. Bai Fuwei was overjoyed at his successful grab, but he never expected that his opponent would suddenly generate such a strange force, seizing his wrist in return. He was terrified, feeling as if his left wrist was trapped in an iron band, unable to break free. In desperation, he unleashed a flurry of attacks with his right hand, but Chu Xiong parried them all. Just as he was lamenting his defeat, he felt Chu Xiong release his left wrist and retreat.
Bai Fuwei glared at Chu Xiong, grunted, and turned away. Takoda, Peng Hu, and the other Tibetan warriors followed suit. Seeing this, the other experts also lost hope and left. At this moment, a military officer stepped forward and loudly announced that the contestants should enter. He was surprised to see that only a few remained outside the gate. After understanding what had happened, he hurried back to the palace to report. Soon after, he came out and summoned Chu Xiong to the palace to meet the King of Oirat.
Chu Xiong entered the palace and knelt on the ground. The King of Oirat exempted him from the formalities and asked about the situation again. Chu Xiong recounted the truth. The King was greatly surprised and thought to himself that it was indeed as he had said; this man was a rare talent. But seeing that he was a Han Chinese, she hesitated and couldn't make a decision.
Seeing this, Chu Xiong quickly followed Qiu Haitang's instructions and said, "I am a descendant of a noble family from the former Song Dynasty. My martial arts contest is not for titles or the position of general. I only hope to have the opportunity to propose marriage to the princess. I have no other requests." After speaking, he took out six luminous pearls from his bosom and presented them with both hands. The King of Oirat was also taken aback by such a generous gift. He had seen countless rare treasures, but he had never seen such large and rare pearls before. He was overjoyed and said, "As long as you can pass the princess's palace examination, I will grant you permission to marry the princess." After speaking, he ordered the princess to come to the palace.
After a while, a beaded curtain was hung on the side of the palace. Inside, palace maids walked back and forth. After they quieted down, a woman was seen sitting behind the curtain. Her age and appearance were not clear, but she seemed to have a slender figure and was very attractive. Chu Xiong waited intently for the princess's question. After a long while, the woman suddenly rose and left. The beaded curtain was lowered, and the palace maids retreated into the inner palace. Chu Xiong was puzzled when a palace maid presented the king with a secret letter. The king opened it, read it for a moment, and then issued a decree, bestowing upon Chu Xiong the title of "Martial Noble Iron Cavalry General" and ordering his immediate marriage to the princess. Chu Xiong was greatly surprised; the sudden joy left him bewildered…
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The grand and joyous wedding ceremony goes without saying. After all the ceremonies were finally over, Chu Xiong entered the bridal chamber, his heart filled with curiosity about this mysterious princess. Approaching the beauty, he lifted the veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Chu Xiong exclaimed in surprise, "So it's you?" This princess was the girl Chu Xiong had raped at Green Pool.
She maintained her cold expression and said, "Let's first perform the rites of a subject and ruler, then the rites of husband and wife."
Chu Xiong found this amusing and said, "What subject and ruler? What husband and wife? I only know you are my woman, and the third in rank."
The princess's face darkened: "You dare..."
Chu Xiong chuckled coldly, "You've witnessed my methods. Slaughtering your entire royal family would be a piece of cake. Why are you putting on airs, princess? Trying to threaten me?"
The princess's expression finally changed drastically, and she stammered, "You... what are you going to do...?"
Chu Xiong said coldly, "Do your duty as a woman! Take off your clothes!" The princess finally understood who she was facing, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.
Chu Xiong chuckled, "Don't be afraid! As long as you obey, I'll treat you well. What's your name?" "Nu...Nuerhaiwa!"
Chu Xiong lifted her chin, gazing at her face, and said, "What a beauty, but a pity you're a fallen woman. Last time, which one, me or that barbarian, satisfied you more?"
"Ah..." Nuerhaiwa looked embarrassed and angry, quickly turning her face away.
"From now on, you must completely belong to me! Including everything you have. If you dare to disobey my wishes, hehe...you know the consequences..." Chu Xiong leered as he undressed her. Nuerhaiwa looked at the man she had chosen, a chill running down her spine. Soon, she was completely naked, and Chu Xiong pressed her down on the bed. Looking at the beautiful body before him, his lust ignited. "Your stamina was good last time, let's try my methods again today and see how you perform!" Chu Xiong leered.
Chu Xiong's hands roamed over Nurhava's skin, his fingertips activating her skin inch by inch, the cells throbbing as they were aroused. Nurhava couldn't deny that her body was very sensitive to Chu Xiong's touch! Chu Xiong's hands slid between her legs, completely invading her most intimate place. His fingers rubbed Nurhava's clitoris, and she was powerless to resist, slowly secreting lubrication, making the friction between his hands and her labia even smoother. ...It was itchy, Nurhava groaned softly. Then both of his hands reached in. While wantonly ravaging her, he spread her legs apart. His fingers rubbed Nurhava's labia in turn, causing her to involuntarily squeeze her legs together.
"Open!" Chu Xiong commanded, simultaneously lifting Nurhava's legs with his foot, causing them to involuntarily spread apart, completely exposing the secret between her legs. His rubbing made Nurhava's breathing quicken, not only did her limbs twist involuntarily, but even some sensitive parts inside her body contracted and throbbed. Suddenly, Chu Xiong's hands withdrew, and Nurhava heard the sound of him undressing. Then, something hard and warm pressed against her vaginal opening, and Nurhava's reaction was... involuntarily spreading her legs even wider, as if actively welcoming it!
When Chuxiong's penis entered her vagina, Nurhava even let out a sigh of relief, as if she had finally obtained something she had longed for. In the first friction between his penis and the walls of her vagina, Nurhava experienced a very strange sensation. Chuxiong inserted himself very slowly, as if trying to memorize every inch of the experience. Finally, he was all the way in. "His penis is so big!" Although she couldn't see it, a woman's senses were very clear; his penis filled Nurhava's entire vagina, stretching her so tightly! And during insertion, he didn't withdraw at all; it was a firm, domineering, slow, and seemingly endless deep penetration!
It was inserted all the way in, completely filling all the space in Nurhava's vagina that could accommodate the foreign object. Chu Xiong stopped moving, letting his penis remain inside Nurhava's vagina, giving her enough time to fully perceive everything about him. "Princess! Close your legs," Chu Xiong commanded from behind. Nurhava obediently closed her legs. As her legs tightened, her vagina also tightened, making the sensation of the large foreign object inside her even more intense.
"What do you feel?" Chu Xiong asked. Nurhava sensed a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Ugh... I'm being stretched open... I'm completely filled," Nurhava honestly stated her current sensations.
"Open," Chu Xiong commanded again. So Nurhava straightened her legs back to their previous position.
"How about this?" Chu Xiong said, withdrawing slowly, as slowly as when he had entered, the friction of every inch incredibly clear.
Nurhava couldn't answer, only letting out a soft "Mmm...". When Chu Xiong was almost completely out, he began to thrust deeply again. Incredibly, when he reached his limit, Nurhava's tense body relaxed slightly, she exhaled, and then groaned as he withdrew. He then repeatedly withdrew and thrust, then withdrew again, and then thrust deeply again... extremely slowly.
Nurhava felt no arousal from him, as if he was merely calmly playing with her, observing her reactions, nothing more. This sent a chill down her spine, yet her body became even more excited.
"My God! Is he going to keep going at this speed forever!" Nurhava thought to herself as she unconsciously shifted her hips to "touch" him. She was truly aroused; her lust had been completely aroused by Chu Xiong to an unprecedented peak. She understood what it felt like for a woman to be in the most need. But how helpless and painful it was to have this desire constantly aroused yet unable to be effectively satisfied! And he, just so calmly, slowly...
"Mmm...you..." Nurhava couldn't help but groan. "Princess, can't take it anymore?" Nurhava heard him laugh, and suddenly he thrust hard—"Ah!" Nurhava's body was violently thrust into, and she lunged forward. If the previous sensation was a gentle, flowing stream, then this was a raging torrent. Nuerhaiwa felt her body surge with an unprecedented, overwhelming feeling. "Plop!" Her upper body slammed onto the bed, her breasts squeezed and deformed.
Before she could fully process this sensation, Chu Xiong continued to thrust into her with the same ferocity. Nuerhaiwa was dizzy and disoriented. Before this wave of sensation could be fully absorbed by her body, the next wave of attack came crashing down like a tidal wave. She was like a fragile little boat tossed about in a raging storm, powerless to resist. Even more unbelievable, at this moment she was completely conquered by the pleasure emanating from between her legs. Nurhava finally understood the true allure of sex. She realized she enjoyed being caressed and penetrated by another person—it was a genuine, unpretentious feeling, and it was truly… amazing!
“Mmm…mmm…ah…” Each of his thrusts triggered a reaction deep within Nurhava’s body. This force, both welcoming and resisting, made her feel as if she was investing too much energy in reacting to his attacks, almost draining her strength. Finally, Nurhava understood what was happening—a gush of fluid shot out from her abdomen, gushing forth! Now she could only lie limply on the couch, panting heavily.
Chu Xiong turned her over. Nurhava stared wide-eyed at his penis. Hidden beneath that breathtakingly dark forest, its length wasn't excessive, but it was thick and robust, and it was still erect! Chu Xiong made her lie on the couch, her buttocks dangling over the edge. He lifted her legs and entered the still-wet Nurhava from the front.
"Oh God, that feeling of being filled is back!" The humiliation and fear had vanished; as Chu Xiong thrust into her again, Nurhava felt joy, even desire! Chu Xiong thrust into her violently, his penis churning wildly within her vagina. Nurhava cried out softly, and before losing consciousness, she saw the expression on Chu Xiong's face. His face didn't change much, only his lips were pressed into a thin line, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were tightly closed, indicating that he was enduring and enjoying it. This showed that he was feeling something. She could satisfy him! For some reason, this secretly brought Nurhava a sense of relief.
Thrust, thrust, impact… pound, slam, twist, sway… Nurhava climaxed again. Chu Xiong lifted her up, embraced her body, and after a few final, frenzied thrusts, ejaculated inside her. The scorching, surging power overwhelmed Nurhava. She felt both the emptiness of loss and the satisfaction of gain. Nuerhaiwa was limp, clinging tightly to Chu Xiong's strong body, panting heavily against him…
In the early morning, Nuerhaiwa awoke. She was awakened by an indescribable pleasure that swept through her entire body. Half-asleep, she involuntarily tried to curl up, but she couldn't. She was pinned down. It was Chu Xiong. His burning hot body pressed down on Nuerhaiwa, rendering her immobile. His tongue licked her nipples, creating ripples… His rough hands rubbed her labia, intense pleasure spreading from Nuerhaiwa's most sensitive spot throughout her body…
She desperately twisted her body, her breasts swaying like waves. Nuerhaiwa's legs moved involuntarily, rubbing against Chu Xiong's penis until it swelled and hardened. He growled, suddenly leaning down and forcefully spreading Nuerhaiwa's legs, lowering his head to kiss her labia. "Ah..." Nuerhaiwa cried out. As his nimble tongue licked her relentlessly, Nuerhaiwa trembled uncontrollably! The feeling was wonderful! She moaned, writhing wildly.
Chu Xiong didn't let her go, continuing to play with her. That feeling of pain and extreme pleasure made Nuerhaiwa feel as if she was no longer herself. "Ah!" Nuerhaiwa screamed wildly, her whole body collapsing. A hot flow overflowed between her legs, and her legs went limp. Chu Xiong's hand caressed her panting body, a gentle yet domineering touch. He straddled Nurhava's neck, bringing his enormous penis to her lips.
"Lick me!" he commanded. Nurhava opened her mouth and took it in, kissing and sucking incessantly, her tongue licking the shaft, the heavy breathing of Chu Xiong echoing in her ears. His penis grew harder and harder, veins bulging. "Mmm..." he groaned involuntarily, which excited Nurhava even more, making her suck and swallow even more vigorously. Chu Xiong's hands gripped the blankets tightly on either side of her body, as if to crush them. Nurhava bit the glans, her tongue lightly licking his urethral opening.
"Ah..." Chu Xiong roared, his whole body tensing. Nuerhaiwa gripped his glans, forcefully exhaling into the urethral opening, then sucked hard… “Ugh!” Chu Xiong growled, his whole body trembling violently, his heavy breathing never ceasing. Nuerhaiwa sucked his penis even more wildly… until Chu Xiong could no longer control himself, his head tilted back, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes tightly closed, he kept moaning and groaning in low voices: “Oh… ah ah… ugh…” His throat trembled, overwhelmed with passion. Nuerhaiwa was about to suck him out—Chu Xiong could no longer hold back, with a fiery shout, a gush of hot fluid shot into Nuerhaiwa’s mouth, his whole body slumped down, pressing down on her like a mountain, breathing heavily. Nuerhaiwa was forced to swallow everything in her mouth. After a short rest, the two clung to each other intimately, caressing and kissing passionately for a long time. Nurhava knew she was forever conquered by the man on top of her…
* * * *
Chu Xiong made the following rules for Nurhava: Externally, maintain her princess image and dignity; internally, she, Qiu Haitang, and Huo Xintong were equals, addressing each other as sisters according to age. Nurhava had already submitted to Chu Xiong, body and soul, and dared not disobey. She also found Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong exceptionally beautiful and got along very well with them.
Chu Xiong admired military might, and after gaining military power, he achieved considerable success in several battles against the Tatars, earning the trust of the Oirat king and the title of "Martial and Mighty King." His life thereafter was one of unparalleled prestige, boundless glory, wealth, and extreme luxury. But Chu Xiong was not content with this. He frequently sent scouts to the Central Plains to assess the situation, while simultaneously intensifying military preparations, expanding his ranks, and rigorously training his troops, always ready to invade the Central Plains. His two daughters, Qiu and Huo, were physically unable to care for him, but fortunately, he had Nurhaiwa and Shang Meizhen to indulge his desires, so he didn't feel lonely.
Time passed, and Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong's ten-month pregnancy was nearing its end. Chu Xiong was overjoyed, delighted that he had offspring and an heir, and excited that the time was ripe to conquer the Central Plains. The reason he hadn't yet used his military force was because he lacked Qiu Haitang, his capable assistant. Chu Xiong knew that Qiu Haitang wasn't completely devoted to him, and besides, she was pregnant and unable to assist him in achieving his great ambitions. Now that she had a child, he expected her to be devoted to him and help him unify the Chinese and barbarian lands.
That day, Chu Xiong went to Qiu Haitang's house to check on her, and coincidentally, Huo Xintong was also there. The three chatted idly. Chu Xiong looked at the two women, noticing their large bellies, plump faces, and slightly rough skin, yet their brows exuded a mature and alluring charm. He felt a pang of pity and pulled Huo Xintong to sit on his lap. He stroked her swollen belly while kissing her ear and neck repeatedly. Huo Xintong hadn't experienced intimacy in a long time, and his stimulation caused her to let out soft moans and gasps.
Chu Xiong, somewhat aroused, pressed his hand against Huo Xintong's ample breasts and kneaded them forcefully, while simultaneously gesturing for Huo Xintong to caress her genitals. Qiu Haitang, accustomed to Chu Xiong's unsightly behavior, paid no attention and ignored him. Huo Xintong rubbed Chu Xiong's penis through his lower garment, quickly arousing his desire. He made Huo Xintong kneel before him and remove his lower garment.
Huo Xintong, already completely submissive to Chu Xiong, though shy, obediently removed his lower garment, grasped his penis, and gently rubbed it.
"Kiss it," Chu Xiong commanded. Huo Xintong trembled, hesitated for a moment, looked up at Chu Xiong, and finally parted his thick black pubic hair with her hand, lowering her head to place her first light kiss on his large penis.
"Very good. Continue." Chu Xiong's voice was filled with excitement. Huo Xintong used her lips to bite his foreskin and extended her tongue, leaving a trail of wet marks on his penis. Chu Xiong's penis quickly grew large and hard under her gentle caresses, making Huo Xintong's heart race and her blood boil. She held Chu Xiong's penis with one hand and pressed his scrotum with the other, gently kneading it. At the same time, she licked every inch of his penis with her tongue...
Chu Xiong breathed heavily, and Huo Xintong looked up at his face. He was also looking at her. A barely perceptible lewd smile appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth spread out, showing extreme pleasure. Encouraged greatly, Huo Xintong crawled forward another step, tightly embracing his broad waist with both hands, burying her face deep between his legs, and sucking his entire penis into her mouth. At that moment, Chu Xiong let out his first muffled groan, giving Huo Xintong the feeling that she could control him, which excited her immensely. So she worked even harder, stirring his penis in her mouth.
"Mmm..." Chu Xiong groaned again. Huo Xintong sucked on his penis tightly, constantly sucking and licking it. Her hands continuously caressed the bulging muscles of Chu Xiong's waist, buttocks, and thighs. Chu Xiong's penis seemed to move on its own! Huo Xintong spat it out; it seemed to be throbbing on its own in excitement, leaving traces of her saliva on the shaft. A bright tear welled up from its glans, glistening in the bright light. "Ah... I long for it!" Huo Xintong was already aroused, her lower body becoming wet.
Chu Xiong suddenly grabbed Qiu Haitang, who had been watching, and pressed her head down to his crotch. Qiu Haitang struggled in disgust, but she couldn't break free from Chu Xiong's strong hands. After a brief resistance, she had no choice but to resign herself to her fate, lowering her head to suck on Chu Xiong's glans, licking the teardrops on it with her tongue. Chu Xiong's hands gripped the armrests of the seat tightly, his knuckles turning white, showing his agonizing restraint. Qiu Haitang held his penis in her hands and rubbed it repeatedly. She sucked on the glans with her lips, as if trying to draw out its deepest contents.
Chu Xiong could no longer endure it. He suddenly stood up, his legs planted firmly on the ground, trapping Qiu Haitang's body between them. Qiu Haitang knelt on the ground, her body arching backward as he stood up. She clung to Chu Xiong's legs to keep herself from falling, tilting her head back and passionately sucking on his swollen penis.
Chu Xiong used his large hands to hold her head, rhythmically pressing it against his groin. His foreskin was rubbed by Qiu Haitang's gentle lips, the wetness and warmth sending him rapidly to orgasm! His hips thrust forward involuntarily, and Qiu Haitang automatically followed his rhythm, striving for perfect harmony with him.
Qiu Haitang felt a strange sensation, as if Chu Xiong were hers. She clung tightly to Chu Xiong, her head writhing wildly between his groin. Chu Xiong's fingers dug into her hair, not quite consciously stroking it. They moved so intensely for a while, then Chu Xiong suddenly grabbed Qiu Haitang's head and pressed it down, simultaneously thrusting his hips violently—he ejaculated! A torrent of semen gushed into Qiu Haitang's mouth. Chu Xiong gasped, his chest heaving violently.
Qiu Haitang felt breathless, forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the semen that kept spraying into her, finally pushing Chu Xiong's body away forcefully, gasping for air. She felt waves of nausea and vomiting, and at the same time, an indescribable bitterness welled up inside her.
"How could I become so despicable? Have I really let this man completely change me?" She felt herself becoming more and more accustomed to Chu Xiong, and more and more accustomed to being with him, but this was something she absolutely did not want to see.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Sister Tang! What's wrong?" Huo Xintong asked, seeing Qiu Haitang's pained expression.
"I...it hurts..." Qiu Haitang said, her face pale.
"I...I'll go find a midwife." Chu Xiong also panicked and rushed out of the house...
* * * *
As dusk fell, Qiu Haitang gave birth to a healthy baby boy, his cries loud and incessant. Two days later, Huo Xintong also gave birth smoothly to a baby girl, with beautiful features, resembling her mother. Overjoyed, Chu Xiong named the baby boy Chu Le and the baby girl Chu Jiao. A month later, Qiu and Huo recovered their health, regaining their former slender figures and beautiful faces, now imbued with a mature and alluring charm, making them even more stunning and captivating.
At this time, Chu Xiong received news that the fall of the Yuan Dynasty was inevitable, and various rebel armies were fighting each other endlessly for control of the country. He believed the time was ripe and discussed with Qiu Haitang the possibility of advancing into the Central Plains to achieve great things. Qiu Haitang initially refused, but finally succumbed to Chu Xiong's persistent persuasion and agreed to three conditions: first, treat the heroes of the various rebel armies kindly and avoid excessive killing; second, govern with virtue, bestow blessings upon the people; and third, when the time was right, break away from the Oirat Mongols and sever all ties with the barbarians.
Chu Xiong agreed to all requests and then busied himself submitting a memorial to the king, urging him to send troops to invade the Central Plains. The king of the Oirat Kingdom accepted the memorial, bestowing upon Chu Xiong the title of "Grand Marshal of Mighty and Unrivaled Expedition," and ordering him to lead an army of 100,000 to conquer the Central Plains. Chu Xiong, full of ambition and high spirits, arranged everything in his residence and made preparations for the expedition with Qiu Haitang, taking only Shang Meizhen with him. Nuerhaiwa and Huo Xintong couldn't help but offer their advice and concerns, which Chu Xiong comforted them with words of comfort. On an auspicious day, they mustered their 100,000 iron cavalry and marched towards the Central Plains.
On this day, the army arrived outside the border city and set up camp. Chu Xiong and his generals discussed the strategy for attacking the city the next day. Until nightfall, after the generals had dispersed, Chu Xiong remained alone, deep in thought, staring at the diagrams on his desk. From behind the curtain, Shang Meizhen, dressed as a guard, entered the main tent carrying tea.
Chu Xiong, seeing Shang Meizhen in men's clothing, her striking beauty and unique charm, was immediately aroused. He laughed, "Zhen'er, you've come at the perfect time! I've been wanting you to serve me!"
Shang Meizhen placed the tea on the table, knelt before Chu Xiong, and said with a seductive smile, "Master is truly energetic and has an extraordinary physique; he can't be without a woman for even a day." She then lifted Chu Xiong's robe, took out his penis, and sucked on it, moving her head back and forth, occasionally glancing at Chu Xiong's expression.
Chu Xiong watched the red lips gently sucking on his penis, feeling immense pleasure. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensation. When his desire reached its peak, he gestured for Shang Meizhen to mount him. Shang Meizhen removed her lower garment, straddled Chu Xiong, and guided his engorged member to her honeyed orifice. She exhaled and lowered her hips, swallowing it completely. After a moment of adjustment, she began to thrust.
Chu Xiong felt waves of stimulation in his lower body. Seeing Shang Meizhen's passionate and focused expression, he was very satisfied and asked, "When you ascend the throne, what rewards do you desire?"
Suddenly, a shout rang out: "Barbarian barbarians dare to dream of achieving hegemony!" A flash of cold light swiftly struck. Chu Xiong remained calm under pressure, grabbing Shang Meizhen with one hand and shifting three feet to dodge the attack. The man swung his blade rapidly, unleashing a flurry of attacks, all offensive techniques, as swift as the wind. Chu Xiong, holding Shang Meizhen, nimbly maneuvered through the gaps in the flashing blades,
dodging each attack. His lower body remained tightly bound to Shang Meizhen's, ensuring not a single piece of her clothing was pulled away. The man was terrified, knowing he was no match for Chu Xiong, yet he relentlessly intensified his attacks. But no matter how fierce and ruthless his moves, they never reached within two feet of Chu Xiong. Suddenly, Chu Xiong flicked his fingers rapidly, each strike forcing the man to leap and dodge. Chu Xiong laughed heartily, "So it's 'Iron Man' Miao Daxia! Long time no see!" His finger techniques quickened, his attacks becoming increasingly rapid. With over ten fingers flicked out, Miao Wei was already sweating profusely, retreating uncontrollably. Knowing his assassination attempt was hopeless, he turned and fled.
Chu Xiong shouted, "Brother Miao, wait!" He flicked his finger with a swift and earth-shattering sound. Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and a man thrust his sword towards Miao Wei's back, only to be met head-on by the finger's force. With a clang, the longsword flew through the air, and Miao Wei, with his swift movements, vanished into the vast night in an instant. Chu Xiong looked closely and saw that the person stabbing the sword was none other than his wife, Qiu Haitang…
* * * *
Miao Wei left the military camp and came to a nearby hilltop. Turning around, he saw no one chasing him and stopped. Looking up at the night sky, he sighed inwardly: “Seeing the constant warfare in the Central Plains, and now the iron hooves of foreign barbarians pressing in, our beautiful land is being trampled into pieces. It is truly heartbreaking.”
Suddenly, a rider galloped swiftly from afar. Miao Wei focused his mind and prepared for battle. As the riders approached, a woman leaped down and ran to their side, calling out, "Brother Miao! Are you alright?" Miao Wei looked her over carefully and saw that she was a woman of exceptional beauty. After a moment's thought, he said, "You must be Brother Qiu! ...Or perhaps I should call you Miss Qiu! I am very grateful for your help earlier!"
Qiu Haitang smiled and said, "Brother Miao recognizes me? Why are you being so distant after all these years? Just call me Sister Tang." Miao Wei remained silent.
Qiu Haitang asked, "Brother Miao, why are you here?"
Miao Wei countered, "And why are you in the barbarian camp?"
Qiu Haitang's expression darkened, and she said, "My suffering is indescribable... Are Brother Huo and the righteous army brothers alright?"
Miao Wei sighed deeply, "The righteous army has long been wiped out, and Brother Huo has also died on the battlefield." "Ah!?... " Qiu Haitang exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be?"
Miao Wei said, "The various righteous armies rose up in rebellion, and the Yuan Dynasty has collapsed. However, the righteous armies were fighting amongst themselves, and the fighting never ceased. We were outnumbered and outgunned, and were wiped out by the other righteous armies."
Qiu Haitang exclaimed "Ah!" again, her voice filled with sorrow. "Then Brother Miao, you...?"
Miao Wei said in a hoarse voice, "The Central Plains are now the domain of warlords like Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, Zhang Shicheng, and Liu Futong. It's not a time for heroes to rise. If you had assisted me back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way... Alas! The past is gone, and I am now disheartened. Remembering my promise to the 'Yunxia Palace,' I returned to the borderlands to avoid the struggle for power in the Central Plains." Qiu Haitang felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this and remained silent. After a long silence, she spoke, "The journey is long, so I present this horse to you, brother, wishing you eternal happiness and peace!"
Miao Wei bowed in thanks, gazing at the distant, sprawling camps, his heart surging with emotion as he softly recited: "The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, passing through the
Jade Gate Pass. The Han army descends the Baideng Road,
while the barbarians peer into the Qinghai Bay. This has always been a battlefield, where no one returns.
The soldiers on guard gaze at the border scenery, their faces etched with longing for home.
In the high tower this night, their sighs are surely endless."
Tears welled in Qiu Haitang's eyes as she also recited: "The horn's melody fades in the clear autumn, a soldier leans against the watchtower.
The spring breeze faces the green tomb, the white sun sets over Liangzhou."
"No soldiers hinder the vast desert, no travelers roam the desolate border.
The feelings of the barbarians are like this water, forever flowing southward."
Miao Wei felt a pang of sorrow and turned, saying, "Tangmei, take care! I'm leaving." With that, he leaped onto his horse and rode away, raising a cloud of dust. Qiu Haitang watched his figure gradually disappear, and in her ears, she vaguely heard Miao Wei's powerful singing voice drifting from afar: "Golden palms on the horizon, dew turns to frost. Clouds follow the wild geese's formation.
Green cups and red sleeves celebrate the Double Ninth Festival. Human feelings are like those of my hometown.
Purple orchid pendants, yellow chrysanthemum hairpins. Diligently trying to quell old madness.
Wanting to exchange drunkenness for sorrow. Let the clear song not break my heart.
The sky is vast, the wilderness boundless. Heroes go to distant lands.
When will I soar to the highest heavens, bathing in blood on the battlefield…?"

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