The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Prequel - After the Rain

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Author: Cao Xueqin.
Wu Kun, perched on a treetop, glared hatefully at the chaotic scene at the Liu residence below. "
That fat Liu has had enough! He dared to report me to the authorities—he really doesn't take me, 'Stained Blade' Wu Kun, seriously!
Those few fattened soldiers aren't even worth a damn hair! Trying to grab me and fuck me!
" "Little bitch, your old man doesn't want you anymore," Wu Kun sneered at the woman lying across the branch, then grabbed
her breasts and began to knead them.
Miss Liu had been abducted from her boudoir after being acupunctured, wearing only a thin, gossamer-like veil.
Now lying askew on the branch, her fair skin was vibrant and alluring, as gentle as moonlight filtering through green leaves. She
stared in terror at the man with the murderous look on his face, her beautiful features drained of color.
"Damn! This little bitch is known as the most beautiful woman in Shaoxing. Her flesh is so tender and smooth, it feels so good to touch ..." Wu Kun leered as he wrapped his arm around Miss Liu's waist, then casually lifted her knees and probed
along her rounded thighs toward the girl's crotch. ************************************************ Wu Kun: Thirty-one years old, a notorious thief, skilled with a single-edged sword. Ruthless and cruel, he robs for money and women, often leaving no survivors ; he is known in the underworld as "Blood Blade." Fatty Liu: Master Liu of Liu Family Village, one of the wealthiest men in Shaoxing Prefecture, with immense wealth and a reputation for philanthropy . Miss Liu: Seventeen years old, Master Liu's beloved daughter, skilled in poetry and painting, beautiful and talented, and still unmarried due to her father's doting . Three days ago, Wu Kun sent a letter to the Liu family, claiming he wanted to borrow a thousand taels of gold. Master Liu, who had always been on good terms with the government, immediately reported the matter to the authorities and borrowed dozens of soldiers to guard the area. Unexpectedly, this only angered the ruthless Wu Kun. Wu Kun immediately infiltrated Liu Family Village, kidnapped Miss Liu, and wanted to show Master Liu his methods. News of the young lady's disappearance had already spread, and hundreds of servants and soldiers, with candles and torches, brandishing guns and clubs, caused chaos in Liu Family Village. The main hall of the Liu mansion was brightly lit. Master Liu paced anxiously on the steps, while Madam Liu sat in the hall, weeping incessantly. No one noticed that atop the large tree in front of the main hall, which required three people to encircle, two figures were lurking. Miss Liu's bright eyes were filled with terror. She lived a secluded life, rarely interacting with outsiders . Now, suddenly being abducted to the treetop by a thug, she was terrified, her face pale. Even if her pressure points weren't sealed, she probably wouldn't be able to scream. Smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from the young woman, Wu Kun was overcome with lust. He swung his knife at the tree trunk, using his free hand to tear off the light veil covering Miss Zheng's body, which was then entangled in the branches. "You little slut, those breasts aren't small!" Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with a beastly light. He opened his palm and grabbed her breasts hard , leaving five bright red finger marks on her snow-white, fragrant breasts. Miss Liu cried out in pain, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Startled, her breasts tensed, her pink nipples hardening and erect, like two delicate buds. Wu Kun threw her onto a waist-high branch, spreading her legs wide. Miss Liu's vulva was exposed, her fair mons pubis high and covered with a layer of soft hair. Her secret place was tightly clenched into a thin slit, with two small, petal-like red labia peeking . "Whoever finds the young lady will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!" The hoarse shouts of Master Liu could be faintly heard. Wu Kun chuckled maliciously and slapped Miss Liu's vulva. "I'll take this thousand taels of gold!" He grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide, then thrust his hips forward, his thick, long penis pressing against her virgin vulva. He snarled, "You little bitch, your old man owes me a thousand taels of gold, you can pay it back ." Miss Liu's waist was draped over a branch, her upper body drooping, her limp arms hanging down her sides, her glossy black hair cascading down, tangled in the dense foliage. Her secret place, never before touched, was suddenly pressed against , and the girl trembled slightly with nervousness. The dark penis pushed in with a little force, squeezing into her soft, tender flesh. The lamplight below shone through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on Miss Liu's jade-like body, creating a shimmering, snow-white glow. Wu Kun grinned smugly at the bewildered Liu, the wealthy man, under the tree, and said, "Hey, Liu, I'm going to fuck your daughter !" With a "heh," he thrust his glans deep into the tender membrane, penetrating the girl's tight, moist vagina. Miss Liu felt a sharp pain in her lower body, as if pierced by an iron rod. She realized her virginity had been taken, and tears streamed down her face, overwhelmed with agony. "This cunt is fucking tight," Wu Kun muttered, pulling his penis halfway out before thrusting forward, parting the vaginal walls and slamming his lower abdomen against the girl's white mons pubis. "It feels so good!" Wu Kun chuckled as he withdrew his penis, and the girl's virgin blood immediately spurted from the opening. His entire penis was stained crimson, as if a blood-soaked rod had been pulled from Miss Liu's tender body. Crimson blood trickled down the rounded curves of her snow-white buttocks, dripping onto the lush foliage. Wu Kun showed no mercy, ignoring the fact that the young woman beneath him had just been deflowered, and began to thrust wildly. He held the girl's waist and hips, his penis pumping wildly in and out of her tender flesh, withdrawing completely each time before plunging in again. Miss Liu's lower body gushed blood like a fountain, ravaged and brutally violated, leaving her feeling like she was dying. Her body felt as if it had been severed at the , her entire abdomen as if it had been pounded to pieces by his penis. Through the leaves, her father's anxious face was clearly visible; she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. "Pleasure! Pleasure!" Wu Kun chuckled maniacally, then slapped his hand, releasing the pressure points on Miss Liu's waist. Her two slender legs immediately clamped tightly around his waist, then quickly separated, struggling violently. The smooth, delicate skin on her inner thighs felt incredibly pleasurable against his skin. In her struggles, her slender feet occasionally kicked at tree branches. But no one noticed the slight movement of the branches several meters above, much less imagined that the young lady was being raped right above their heads. The delicate girl, exhausted, gradually calmed her futile struggles, only twitching . "Damn it! Playing dead?" Wu Kun pinched her bleeding vulva. "Move!" The ravaged vagina contracted slightly, gripping the penis, but her limbs remained still. Wu Kun thrust forcefully, pressing down on the girl's waist and abdomen, then bent down and stretched out his arms, grabbing Miss Liu's nipples and forcefully pulling her upper body up. Her round, tender breasts were stretched long and thin, like jade cones, the pink nipples flattened between the thief's fingers .

Miss Liu's eyes were red and swollen, her pretty face contorted in agony. Wu Kun loosened his grip, and one breast immediately
sprang back to its original spherical shape, while the other, supporting the weight of her entire upper body, was stretched even longer and thinner, its nipple
nearly snapping off. She wisely raised her legs, wrapping them around the thug's waist to alleviate the pain in her breasts.
Wu Kun used all ten fingers to twist and play with the slippery flesh, soon
making red and swollen. Her limbs hung limply, like an innocent lamb, at his mercy.
Wu Kun suddenly straightened his back, his lower abdomen pressing flat against her soft mons pubis, then his penis thrust forward, ejaculating
deeply into the girl's sacred womb.
The Liu mansion remained as noisy as ever. Servants and soldiers rushed to the steps, each bringing only one message:
"Miss has not been found."
His daughter had been missing for an hour. What if… what if… Master Liu was thrown into chaos, his hands trembling,
unsure what to do.
Miss Liu's supple waist swayed on the branch, her jade vulva high and firm, blood mixed with semen gushing from her mangled flesh
. This beautiful young woman, in the prime of her life, had been humiliated. Her eyes were wide open, filled with despair, and she
thought: How could she ever face her parents again?
Wu Kun shook his limp penis, smearing the remaining semen on the tender flesh between the girl's legs. Looking at the girl's
delicate body, a cruel smile appeared on the wicked man's face. "Little bitch, I'm fucking you good,
aren't I? It'll be even better in a moment—I'll make sure that fat Liu never forgets me, 'Blood Knife' Wu Kun!"
**************************************************
Wu Kun picked up a thick, slanted branch, used his blood knife to cut off all the leaves, then measured it, trimmed the tip,
leaving only a three-foot-long, smooth trunk. He then shaved the cut into a sharp, four-sided wedge shape. Miss Liu stared blankly
at his actions, unsure of the ruthless man's intentions.
Wu Kun wrapped the broken branch with the light gauze, threw it onto the branch, and then picked up the girl. "You little bitch, I'm
going to put your cunt on this, let everyone see the pretty face of the Liu family's daughter dying with her genitals exposed. Fuck, you dare mess with me!"
Miss Liu was stunned for a moment, then immediately began to struggle frantically. Her red lips opened and closed silently, her beautiful
eyes revealing a pleading look. Even in death, such a death would bring an indelible
humiliation .
The intertwined branches were of varying thickness, but Wu Kun stood on them as if on flat ground. The girl's struggles and pleas only
fueled his sadistic impulses. He held Miss Liu in his arms, supporting her knees with his hands,
spreading her legs like he was holding a baby to urinate, aiming his bleeding vulva at the tip of the branch, and slowly thrusting it out.
Miss Liu's upper body lay half-reclined in Wu Kun's arms, her white, jade-like legs twisting desperately. But she was just a frail
woman , how could she withstand the infamous "Blood Knife" Wu Kun? Her aching private parts
suddenly felt a cool sensation as the tip of the branch touched her. The wooden wedge, dripping with sap, entered her vagina, immediately staining it red with blood. Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, his fingers
gripping her snow-white thighs like iron hoops, as steady as a rock. The wooden wedge was about three inches long; the delicate petals, just beginning to bloom, were
stretched into a square shape by the hard edges. Above the flattened vulva, a small bud, smooth as red jade, was incredibly alluring.
The flesh in his hand sank slightly; the tip of the branch had reached its limit. Only five inches of the three-foot-long branch had entered, and the vagina was
completely filled. The branch stuck at the entrance was as thick as a child's arm, even the curled petals were being
pulled further inside by the bark.
"This little bitch's cunt is really strong..."
Her smooth body convulsed, the vaginal opening contracting in agony like a small mouth,
tightening , trying to prevent the foreign object from entering. This futile struggle, when passed to Wu Kun, transformed into waves of pleasurable tremors
. He deliberately held Miss Liu's snowy buttocks and rotated them from side to side, letting the sharp edge of the branch churn the girl's tender orifice to
shreds before pressing down.
The wooden wedge easily tore through her flower core and plunged straight into her uterus. Miss Liu's thighs bled profusely, and
the semen that had just been ejaculated was squeezed out. Her red lips parted wide, her snow-white throat straining upwards, emitting a gasping wail.
"How does it feel to have your cunt pierced?" Wu Kun grinned maliciously close to Miss Liu's ear, and with a hard push,
the branch
released his hand and released Miss Liu's other orifices except for the mute orifice. Miss Liu immediately closed her legs, tightly
clamping the branch, her slender hands covering her abdomen, blood splattering from the jade gate pierced by the branch, her beautiful face contorted in agony, a
pitiful sight to behold.
Wu Kun admired her for a moment, then, seeing her stuck on the branch, he twisted her fair wrist and pushed it above her head. Miss Liu, arms
outstretched, writhed on the branch like a mermaid. The excruciating pain weakened her legs, making it impossible for her
to grip the blood-soaked trunk. With each twist, the rough bark seeped into her thighs,
splitting .
Master Liu paced frantically like an ant on a hot pan, frequently lashing out at the servants.
Madam bent over her desk, wept bitterly, repeatedly crying out, "My daughter, my daughter..."
A gentle evening breeze carried the stench of blood, but it was quickly
diluted .
Wu Kun steadily supported Miss Liu's beautiful buttocks, adjusting the angle of the curved branch to ensure it
completely penetrated her body. Miss Liu was on the verge of death; most of the three-foot-long branch had entered her body, the
tip even piercing her lungs, making it impossible for her to breathe.
"What a pity, what a pity..." Wu Kun said, toying with Miss Liu's fragrant breasts, "What a waste of such good flesh..."
Wu Kun smacked his lips, sniffing the dying girl's body with lustful desire. Miss Liu's body was still
slowly descending, and her beautiful, watery eyes were already blurred; she was on her deathbed. Wu Kun no longer hesitated,
gripping the bloody knife in one hand and seizing her full, jade-like breasts in the other.
**************************************
At dawn, everyone in the Liu household was exhausted from running around all night.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Blood! Blood!"
Everyone immediately rushed over and saw a long trail of blood on the large tree in front of the courtyard, its top disappearing among
the branches.
Two men climbed up, following the trail of blood to the top of the tree. The sight they saw almost made the two daring
men fall to the ground.
Miss Liu, a renowned young lady of a prominent family, hung precariously from a branch, her naked body
fully exposed in the rising sunlight. A thick branch, its bark still intact, pierced through her vulva, impaling her
in mid-air.
The wedge-shaped tip of the branch peeked out from her cherry lips, pressing bloodily against her tongue. The base of the branch was as large as a bowl.
The branch was so thick that not only was her vulva shattered, but her mons pubis was also torn apart, her entire genitals ravaged beyond recognition.
The blood flowed from there, down to the tree. Her round, snowy buttocks, like a broken dumpling, were softly wedged
between the branches. The thick diameter of the branch forced her two jade-like legs apart, dangling like swallowtails.
Miss Liu's arms were stretched straight, pinned to the tree on either side. Because the branch was completely embedded in her body, from the
side , she looked like a flying jade swallow, soaring through the lush green leaves.
This posture made Miss Liu's breasts stand out high, their white skin etched with six bloody characters: "Wu Kun
was here." At noon, on the winding mountain road of Siming Mountain, two riders and a bicycle hesitated. "Madam Yan, once we pass the mountain pass ahead, we'll reach Shaoxing Prefecture. We'll be in Lin'an in five days," said a man in his forties on horseback. A corner of the blue curtain in the carriage window was lifted, revealing a pretty face like a lotus blossom. "Uncle Yu, what's the scenery like in Shaoxing Prefecture ?" her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's. "Shaoxing is a wonderful place!" the man surnamed Yu began to speak. "Beautiful mountains and clear waters, a land of plenty, with countless wealthy and famous people. Like Master Liu of Liu Family Village… alas." Old Yu suddenly sighed. "Yesterday, while we were having a snack, I heard that something terrible happened in Liu Family Village. They say Miss Liu was murdered by thieves. Master Liu is such a good man, how could such a thing happen to him…" "What kind of thief was so powerful?" Madam Yan asked curiously. "These past few years, Jiangnan has been in turmoil, with several elusive thieves emerging. Like Eagle Demon Du Dan, Cunning Fox Hu Lin, Blood Lily Guan Wei, and Blood Blade Wu Kun—I heard the case in Liu Family Village was committed by Wu Kun. These guys are ruthless in their murders and robberies…sigh…" Old Yu sighed again. "Doesn't the government care?" "How can the government care? Those people come and go without a trace; ordinary soldiers can't catch them," Old Yu lowered his voice. "There's also a man in a green robe whose skills are even better than these people. He always injures someone severely when he strikes. I heard he even stole treasures from the palace..." "Ah," Madam Yan gently touched her chest with her jade-like hand, "So audacious !" The man who had been silent all along suddenly reined in his horse and called out, "I am Zhao Zhenchuan of the Weiyuan Escort Agency. May I ask your esteemed name?" A rough, hoarse laugh echoed from the valley. A man in black robes stood up on a rock and shouted, "I am Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade! Put down the valuables, and I'll spare your life!" Old Yu's eyes sharpened, and he straightened his chest as if he had become a different person, reaching for a short spear from the side of his saddle. Speak of the devil, and he appears! Having encountered this nemesis, they had no choice but to fight to the death. Zhao Zhenchuan stretched out his arm to block Lao Yu, stared at Wu Kun for a long time, then untied the package from his back and threw it to the roadside. "There's more!" Wu Kun said casually, clutching his bloody knife, completely disregarding the two bodyguards. Zhao Zhenchuan turned his horse around and walked to the carriage, whispering a few words. After a moment, the carriage curtain moved, and a slender, fair hand handed over a package. Zhao Zhenchuan threw down the package, "All the valuables are here." In that fleeting glance, that delicate hand had captivated Wu Kun's soul. He stared greedily at the carriage curtain, licked his lips, and sneered, "Leave the goods in the carriage for me too!" Zhao Zhenchuan's face changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Wu, don't push your luck!" "Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are! So what if I bully you!" "These are the family members of Lord Xu from the capital. Don't make the wrong move." Wu Kun sneered, "Even the Queen Mother of the West would have to stay for me!" Zhao Zhenchuan, wary of Wu Kun's fearsome reputation, initially wanted to settle things peacefully, sending the main character away before making further plans. Seeing that the matter was unlikely to end well, he immediately took out a fist-sized steel ball, flicked a mechanism, and opened a soft shield. Then, he drew a willow-leaf knife from his waist and said coldly, "You, surnamed Wu, do you think you can easily defeat us brothers?" Before Wu Kun could answer, a soft, charming female voice suddenly came from the side: "And what about my little sister ?" A woman in red had appeared behind the group without them noticing. She was strikingly beautiful, short in stature but with a full bust and shapely hips, quite alluring. Leaning against a large tree, she smiled at the group, tossing two small beads between her fingers. ******************************** Madam Yan: Twenty-five years old. Originally a courtesan from Taizhou, she was taken as a concubine by Lord Xu of the capital and thus sent to Lin'an for escort. Zhao Zhenchuan: Escort at the Weiyuan Escort Agency. Escorting Madam Yan to Lin'an. Lao Yu: Escort at the Weiyuan Escort Agency. Guan Wei: Twenty-eight years old. One of the notorious bandits of Jiangnan, she favors red clothing, is skilled in using concealed weapons, and is bloodthirsty and murderous, known as Blood Lily. Zhao Zhenchuan was the most skilled escort at the Weiyuan Escort Agency, but even he was outmatched by Wu Kun's cunning and ruthless swordsmanship, and was soon forced into a disadvantageous position. Old Yu quickly stepped forward with his spear, and together they barely managed to hold off Wu Kun. Madam Yan, sitting in the carriage, listened to the clashing of weapons outside, her heart trembling with fear. Suddenly, a soft clang rang out, and Zhao Zhenchuan shouted sharply, "Hidden weapon! Little…" Before he could finish, Old Yu let out a scream. Zhao Zhenchuan had blocked two steel needles with his soft shield, but a small silver bead struck him between the eyebrows. His vision went black, then his waist and abdomen suddenly jolted, and he was sent flying. He opened his eyes in mid-air, only to find that his lower body was still firmly on the ground. Blood streamed down Wu Kun's face; he wiped it away casually, then pulled down the carriage curtain. A beautifully dressed young woman huddled trembling in the carriage, her delicate hands clasped to her chest—it was the woman he had just seen. She was dressed as an official's wife, wearing a lake-green silk blouse and a light red pleated skirt. Her hair was styled in an exquisite updo, but her veil had fallen to the side. Wu Kun grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her out of the carriage, scrutinizing her closely in the sunlight. The beautiful woman had snow-white skin and a delicate face, full figure and slender frame. Although she was filled with fear and trepidation, her eyes still held a charming and graceful allure. She clung to Wu Kun's legs, pleading tearfully, "Sir, spare me! Sir, spare me !" Wu Kun embraced Madam Yan's jade-like neck, stroking and licking her face. "This woman is quite beautiful!" Guan Wei rolled her eyes at Wu Kun. "What's so good about her? She's just a whore who just killed Miss Liu and fled to this remote mountain forest to avoid the storm. She still can't change her bad habits!" Wu Kun cursed, "Go to hell! What's wrong with me playing with a woman? I'm not marrying her!" Blood Lily angrily leaped onto a rock, sulking alone. This was a necessary route for travelers from the north and south, with many merchants passing by. Wu Kun ignored them, throwing Madam Yan to the ground. Right there on the road, he ripped off her long skirt, grabbed her underpants, and pulled them down, revealing her plump, white buttocks. Madam Yan lay prostrate on the ground, the body of the bodyguard lying before her in a pitiful state. She tightly closed her beautiful eyes, her lower body exposed in humiliation on a busy street in broad daylight, subjected to the abuse of others. Wu Kun slapped the concubine's plump buttocks forcefully, praising, "The women of officials are truly different! What plump buttocks! So white and big, and fucking fragrant..." As he spoke, Wu Kun bit down hard on her buttocks, leaving two rows of bleeding teeth marks.

"Ah—" Madam Yan cried out in pain, her jade-like body trembling violently.
Wu Kun parted her smooth buttocks, his erect penis aimed at her dry vagina, and forcefully thrust inside. Madam Yan trembled, biting her lips tightly, her underpants trailing behind her knees shaking like leaves in the wind.
Wu Kun half-squatted, his hands gripping the beautiful woman's slender waist, his penis thrusting in and out of her plump, snowy buttocks. The flesh of her buttocks was like a lump of extremely sticky oil, constantly deforming under the thrusting of his penis. Her vagina was not yet wet, relying solely on the natural slipperiness and softness of the vaginal walls to allow the penis to enter. However, this only made the beautiful woman suffer more, she clenched her teeth tightly, occasionally letting out muffled groans of extreme pain from her nostrils.
The penis laboriously moved in and out of the tight cavity, the penis turning in and out along with the bright red tender flesh, but without making a sound.
Half an hour later, the vaginal opening gradually became wet, and Wu Kun's thrusts became increasingly brutal. His penis plunged deep inside, each time slamming hard against the clitoris before withdrawing. But he would immediately thrust in again, giving the woman beneath him no moment's respite.
The beautiful woman's abdomen ached from his fierce thrusts, her clitoris sliding back and forth in front of his glans, finding no peace. If the penis struck her directly, the vicious glans forcing its way into her clitoris, the pain would be excruciating, like being torn apart.
Under the blazing midday sun, a beautiful woman knelt on the ground, her ornate robe with gold buttons and jade clasps slipped down to her waist, her lower body naked, her snow-white buttocks gleaming in the air, being wantonly thrust into by a man as black as iron.
The beautiful woman's face was snow-white, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in a knot. Her round, white buttocks, raised high, were covered in fine beads of sweat, and a rich fragrance emanated from between her skin. Such a beautiful woman should be kept in a golden palace, cherished like a precious jewel, but now she was being humiliated in the wilderness, her cries of pain and groans escaping her lips.
"This bitch's moans are really nice," Wu Kun said, pulling up his trousers, his toes teasing the smooth flesh between Madam Yan's thighs. "Want
to hear it? No problem. I'll tear her cunt apart and let you hear it to your heart's content," Blood Lily said coldly, her fingers like hooks reaching for Madam Yan's crotch.
Mei Ji cried out, "Spare me! Please spare me..."
Wu Kun raised his hand to stop Guan Wei, "Don't be hasty."
Guan Wei's face changed, "You bastard! You've already fucked her, what more do you want? Do you still want to play with her
?" Wu Kun shook off her hand, impatiently saying, "I, Wu Kun, never go back on my promise! As for her... " Wu Kun stepped on Madam Yan's delicate body, licking his lips and
grinning maliciously, "Such beautiful flesh, it would be a pity to waste it..."
********** ... Madam Yan, her long hair cascading to the ground, curled up naked in a ball, lying as docile as a cat at their feet, softly singing a tune in her delicate voice. Guan Wei nestled against Wu Kun's chest, murmuring, "I've really had enough of this kind of life. Brother Kun, let's quit... let's go buy a house in Jiaxing..." Wu Kun, rummaging through his belongings, clicked his tongue, "This bitch's pretty rich." Guan Wei shoved him, angrily saying, "Did you hear me ?" "What are you yelling about!" Wu Kun angrily raised his hand, as if to strike her. "You dare hit me!" Guan Wei shouted, pointing at Wu Kun's nose. "You bastard, you killed Miss Liu and angered Qiu Chuji, the Changchunzi of the Quanzhen Sect! I came here to help you out of kindness, and you dare hit me!" "Qiu Chuji is nothing! I'm not afraid of him! Get lost if you need my help!" Madam Yan was terrified and fell to the ground, not daring to utter a sound. "Fine, fine..." Xue Baihe gritted her teeth and said, "You, surnamed Wu, you'll regret this!" She then turned and left. Wu Kun stepped forward to block her path, shouting sharply, "I told you to get lost, and you actually obeyed!" His voice softened as he said this, "Don't go." Guan Wei's tears fell incessantly. Wu Kun clumsily picked out a gold hairpin from Madam Yan's bundle and pinned it behind Guan Wei's head. "I've just made a name for myself, how can I stop now? I'll only stop when my name surpasses Du Dan's and Hu Lin's, when the whole world knows who I am." Guan Wei sobbed, "Why did you save me two years ago?" "I was going to settle scores with the Chen brothers, and I just happened to run into them," Wu Kun said nonchalantly. "Don't cry, don't cry." Guan Wei wiped her tears and said, "I know I'm dirty, I'm sorry. I don't care if you play around with women, but you can't treat me like this..." She was originally a disciple of a prestigious sect, but at sixteen, shortly after leaving the mountain, she was captured by her sect's enemies and suffered years of humiliation. Later, her sect wiped out their enemies in a bloody battle, but they no longer recognized her as the disciple who had brought shame upon their sect. This incident drastically changed Guan Wei's personality, making her a notorious womanizer in the martial arts world. Two years ago, she became enemies with the Chen brothers, and they agreed to settle their score. She went to the meeting alone, but unexpectedly, the Chen brothers had gathered many helpers to set a trap and capture her again, subjecting her to torture. Wu Kun, who was new to the profession at the time, accidentally rescued her. The two joined forces to kill everyone involved, including the entire Chen family, with exceptionally cruel methods. Almost none of those killed had intact corpses. Guan Wei thus earned the nickname "Blood Lily," and she developed deep feelings for Wu Kun. Years of sexual humiliation made her ashamed, and she tolerated Wu Kun's acts of seduction and rape, only making two demands: first, each woman could only be used once; second, he would kill her immediately afterward, leaving no survivors. Wu Kun readily agreed, and then, in front of her, he brutally murdered one of his favorite courtesans, expressing his feelings and secretly tying them to marriage. However, the two would quarrel fiercely after only a few days together. After several such quarrels, they simply went their separate ways and each made a name for themselves in the martial arts world. No one knew that these two thieves were actually husband and wife. Wu Kun suddenly exclaimed, "Damn it!" "What's wrong?" "I was so busy fucking this bitch that I forgot to leave my name behind. Who knew I was the one who robbed and killed the Weiyuan Escort Agency ?" "Forget it. I heard that Qiu Chuji's senior and junior brothers have also arrived in Jiangnan. If they hear about it and come looking for us, we'll be in trouble." Wu Kun angrily said, "That scoundrel Qiu Chuji only started out two years before me, and he's already made such a big name for himself—I'll kill him one of these days!" "His master is the Chongyang Master, who won the Nine Yin Manual at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and is the number one martial artist in the world." Guan Wei sighed, "Brother Kun, you're always so obsessed with reputation. That green-robed man committed so many big crimes, but he didn't leave his name..." "A person leaves a name behind, a goose leaves a shadow. As someone once said, either you'll be remembered for your good name for generations, or you'll be remembered for your infamy for eternity! " Guan Wei chuckled softly, reaching out to straighten Wu Kun's collar. Her eyes flickered as she glanced at Madam Yan on the ground. "You filthy bitch, come and serve Master Wu!" ( Author: Cao Xueqin ) This was an ancient temple nestled in the mountains, long abandoned and rarely visited. After discovering it, Wu Kun and Xue Baihe settled here to avoid trouble. As the sun set, Madam Yan knelt on the ground, her pretty face buried between Wu Kun's legs, working diligently. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, almost completely obscuring her body; with the movement of her head, her slightly upturned, snowy buttocks appeared and disappeared.

Wu Kun squinted, enjoying the meticulous licking of the beautiful woman's lips and tongue.
Guan Wei drew water from the spring, frowning, "Why aren't you finished yet? Hurry up."
Wu Kun pressed down on Madam Yan's head, thrusting wildly into her red lips. As soon as he ejaculated, Madam Yan immediately collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.
"Fuck your mother! Lick it clean for me!"
"Yes," Madam Yan obediently replied, extending her soft tongue to lick up the remaining semen coughed up on the ground.
Guan Wei finished lighting the fire and boiling the water, then came over and kicked Madam Yan, making her crawl to the temple entrance, her buttocks facing outwards. Then she bent down and spread the beautiful woman's round buttocks to take a look.
Inside the white buttocks, a pink fleshy opening was tightly closed, surrounded by chrysanthemum-petal-like patterns, delicate and charming. Blood Lily chuckled softly and raised her head, a three-inch-long iron hook now in her hand. She spread her buttocks with one hand and thrust the hook into her anus with the other. The curved hook, gleaming with a dark iron sheen, sank into her rear passage, tearing through the intestinal wall with a slight pull.
"Ah..." Madam Yan screamed in agony, the excruciating pain in her anus causing her to struggle desperately, but suddenly a heavy weight pressed down on her back, a large foot firmly planted on her waist, crushing her like a boulder.
"We have no grudge against each other, please spare me...it hurts..." Madam Yan's brows furrowed, her soft, alluring voice trembling with pain.
"Bear with it, Master Wu wants to eat your flesh. It won't hurt after you've been washed and skinned." Blood Lily's lips curled into a cold smile, a stark contrast to the fragile, tearful Guan Wei from just moments before.
Madam Yan, shocked that the two had brought her here to eat her flesh,
paled instantly upon hearing this, her cries of terror failing her.
Blood Lily's slender white fingers twisted gently, using the hook tip to make a semi-circular incision inside the intestines to sever them. Then, hooking the intestinal wall, she pulled outwards. A section of red intestine emerged easily. She threw down the iron hook and, with her bare hands, slowly pulled out the rectum.
Between the plump, white buttocks of the beautiful woman, a red intestine grew longer and longer with each pull. The intestines varied in thickness, incredibly elastic, and the small anus swelled and shrank, like a cute little mouth, continuously spitting out wet intestinal contents.
With each section pulled out, Madam Yan cried out "Ah!" Blood Lily alternated her hands, pulling continuously, while the beautiful woman cried out softly, "Ah ah!"
Wu Kun, beaming, said, "Let me do it!"
Guan Wei rolled her eyes at him and tossed the sausage into his hand. Wu Kun swung his arm and pulled it out a good foot long. Madam Yan let out a "uh," feeling a slippery sensation in her anus, her abdominal cavity feeling empty as if it had been hollowed out.
Before long, a pile of intestines had formed under the beautiful woman's high, snowy buttocks, but the intestines were still
making a "sizzling" sound incessantly in her anus. Wu Kun laughed, "Tomorrow I'll send these things to the Xu residence and let them know that it was I, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade, who fucked Lord Xu's wife half to death and then dug out this beauty's intestines clean!"
As he spoke, his hand tightened, and the intestines were pulled out to the end. Wu Kun pulled hard, bringing out a string of organs of various shapes.
Madam Yan gasped for breath, her anus slowly closing. The slight bloodstains around her anus had long been diluted by the abdominal fluid, leaving only a layer of glistening mucus between her plump, white buttocks; everything else remained the same.
Wu Kun released his foot, and Mei Ji immediately collapsed to the ground. She trembled, pulling her limbs together, her right hand tucked between her legs to cover her genitals, seemingly still unable to believe that her intestines had been forcibly removed.
Blood Lily stepped on her knee, parting Madam Yan's two fair legs, then bent down, grabbed the pubic hair on her mons pubis, and flipped it upwards, examining the exquisite beauty of her vulva.
Wu Kun stretched out his hand, "I'll do it!"
Blood Lily slapped his hand, "Your hand is so big, what if you break Madam's cunt? That wouldn't be fun." She continued nagging, "Last time, that youngest daughter of the Xu family, still a virgin, you grabbed her and tore off a clump of flesh and hair, it was disgusting."
"Damn! That girl's cunt is too tender." Wu Kun reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Madam Yan looked at the two blankly, weakly saying, "No..."
"Don't be afraid, it's just taking out your cunt for Master Wu to drink with..." Blood Lily's five fingers were pressed together, like blades, inserted into Madam Yan's warm, moist jade gate.
The delicate petals gently writhed around her fair wrist. Madam Yan's jade face was snow-white, and she painfully arched her back. After pulling out her intestines, her empty waist and abdomen became even more slender, seemingly able to be grasped with one hand.
Blood Lily pressed down on the slightly protruding clitoris, her five fingers spread wide, grasping the tender flesh completely in her hand, then pulling it out forcefully.
Madam Yan's throat tightened, her jade legs straightening. The flesh walls connected to the clitoris, the cervix, the uterus, the ovaries…
all were stretched and deformed.
Blood Lily's wet arm withdrew inch by inch from the vaginal opening, finally revealing her clenched fist. In her hand was an unusually tender, red mass.
The clitoris, hidden deep within, was pulled to the entrance, the excruciating pain causing Madam Yan to scream repeatedly. But Blood Lily remained unmoved, instead teasing the clitoris with great interest.
The slippery flesh walls then turned inside out, each delicate fold of flesh being smoothed out. From the outside, it appeared as if a blood-red cone of flesh was slowly emerging from between Meiji's thighs, the tip of which was a twisted flower-like center, below which were bright red flesh walls, layer upon layer turning inside out.
"Look, there's still your cum," Blood Lily said, pointing to the faint white liquid on the flesh walls with a smirk.
Wu Kun took a look, and with a quick tug, the tender red flesh suddenly snapped open, revealing Meiji's genitals completely inside out, like a juicy, blood-red sausage hanging between her thighs, fresh and tender.
Wu Kun drew his knife and cut off the exposed flesh, along with the mons pubis and labia, then turned it back inside out like turning over a leather bag. The elastic flesh immediately returned to its original shape, except this time the entire vaginal canal and the uterus were exposed to the air, leaving only a fist-sized black wound on Meiji's exposed lower abdomen.
“You filthy bitch, you’ve never seen your own cunt before!” Wu Kun threw the lump of flesh and blood onto Madam Yan’s face, laughing wickedly. “Take a closer look.”
The dripping blood clung to her eyelashes, seeping into the beautiful woman’s bright eyes. She was powerless to move her genitals away, only able to await death to release her.
Wu Kun grabbed Madam Yan’s crimson nipples, and with a greasy knife, sliced them off like cutting through a lump of fat. “These breasts are plump and tender, so smooth and delicate, perfect for soup. And then, a stir-fried beauty’s cunt…” The only dishes to eat were these two; the initial disembowelment was merely for amusement.
When her two snow-white breasts were severed and placed upside down like jade bowls on a plate, Madam Yan breathed her last. The blood in her eyes flowed like tears, trickling down her temples. This gentle and submissive beauty died without understanding why they could be so cruel to her, a stranger they had only met briefly…
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Flames rose, and an enticing aroma wafted from the pot. Wu Kun, crude and uncultured, cruel and bloodthirsty, possessed excellent culinary skills. Although salt and vinegar were scarce in the mountains, this Jade Milk Soup was still exquisitely prepared.
Seeing the broth in the pot turn milky white, its aroma incredibly rich, Wu Kun was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands together and exclaimed, “Woman! Come and taste my cooking!”
Guan Wei was about to take a step when suddenly, her vision blurred, and a figure appeared in the temple.
The man was tall and thin, dressed in a blue robe, with an extremely strange expression. His eyes seemed to still be able to move slightly, but otherwise, his muscles, nose, and mouth were all stiff as wood or stone—a dead head on a living body.
Upon seeing him, Guan Wei felt a chill run down her spine. She was also a ruthless woman who had killed countless people, but the moment her gaze met his face, she quickly looked away, her heart pounding.
Not hearing Guan Wei's reply, Wu Kun turned around in surprise. Even with his ruthless nature, he was startled by the sight of that face.
The strange figure moved swiftly, and without any apparent movement, he was already standing before the pot. Wu Kun was so close, yet he heard not a sound; it was as if he were facing a ghost. Suppressing his fear, he roared, "What kind of monster are you?!"
The strange man seemed not to hear him, directly lifting the pot lid. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the jade-like breasts bubbling in the broth.
"Monster! Take this!" Wu Kun used all his strength in his attack, the stench of his blade whistling as it slashed towards the strange man's neck.
The strange man didn't even glance at the stench of the blade, which seemed to have carried countless wronged souls. Only when the blade was about to strike did he swiftly step to the side, flicking his sleeve to overturn the covered bowl on the table. Inside was a lump of bloody, tender flesh, its tip clearly defined by red and white, with a jade mound and red petals—a complete jade vulva.
Wu Kun's blade struck empty air, his heart filled with utter horror. He quickly sheathed his sword and retreated to Guan Wei's side, staring at the strange man in the green robe with suspicion, unsure whether he was human or ghost.
The strange man's face was extremely ugly, yet his eyes were clear and divine. He glanced around, then suddenly darted to a corner of the hall.
A beautiful corpse lay on the ground, her jade-like body covered in blood. Her breasts had been cut off at the root, leaving only two round bloody marks on her chest, and her private parts had been completely gouged out.
The strange man stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "Who did this
?" Blood Lily didn't answer. She flicked her hand, scattering a handful of fine needles. The strange man caught them with a flick of his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "Was it you?"
Blood Lily's ferocity flared up. She gritted her teeth and said, "So what if it was!" She shot out with both hands, two Buddha tooth beads flying out with a sharp whoosh.
These Buddha tooth beads were rare treasures she had acquired by chance; they were exceptionally hard and could not be damaged by metal or stone. In this desolate mountain temple, suddenly encountering such a strange and unpredictable guest, Blood Lily immediately unleashed her most powerful hidden weapon.
"Good, good, good..." the strange guest exclaimed, but his face remained expressionless, devoid of any smile, still deathly still.
Suddenly, one of the fine needles, which the strange guest had tucked into his sleeve, flew out, striking the Buddha tooth bead with lightning speed. With a loud "bang,
" the Buddha tooth bead, harder than gold and stone, was shattered by the light, thin needle.
The strange guest seemed somewhat surprised. His eyes flashed, and his smooth, slender left hand emerged from his sleeve, deftly picking up another Buddha tooth bead between his fingers.
Cold sweat broke out on Wu Kun's forehead. He now knew the newcomer was human, not a ghost, but he never dreamed such skill existed in the world.
Before Blood Lily could strike, the strange man in green flicked his finger, and the Buddha's Tooth Bead pierced her shoulder with ten times the initial speed.
Guan Wei screamed and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. This blow not only crippled her right arm but also severely injured her meridians.
Wu Kun roared and swung his sword down at the strange man's head. The strange man's thumb and forefinger touched, the other three fingers slightly raised, like an orchid, and with a graceful movement, he swept a finger across Wu Kun's arm, sealing his Quchi acupoint. Then he snatched his blood-soaked, blood-soaked sword and snapped it in two.
Wu Kun clutched his arm, cold sweat pouring down his back. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered someone, "You are the Strange Man in Green."
The Strange Man in Green wasn't a very well-known figure in the martial arts world, simply because very few people had ever seen him. Legend has it that seven years ago, he infiltrated the imperial palace and stole over a hundred pieces of calligraphy, paintings, and antiques—all treasures of the forbidden palace—as if entering an empty place. At the time, the martial arts world was abuzz with the news, but it ultimately
came to nothing. The strange man in the green robe peeled a piece of human skin off his face, revealing a lean and handsome figure, elegant and refined, with a serene and clear aura. He coldly said, "You don't recognize the Finger Flicking Skill or the Orchid Flicking Acupoint Hand
?" Huang Yaoshi: Thirty-seven years old, master of Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea. He is aloof and arrogant, exceptionally intelligent. He is proficient in everything from literature and martial arts, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, mathematics, strategy, to medicine, divination, astrology, and the Five Elements.
Five years ago, he debated swordsmanship with Wang Chongyang, leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Ouyang Feng, master of White Camel Mountain, Hong Qi, leader of the Beggars' Sect, and Duan Zhixing, ruler of Dali, at the summit of Mount Hua, vying for the *Nine Yin Manual*. He was a traitor to Confucius and Mencius, deeply despising the traditional Confucian code, and his actions were unpredictable; he was known as
the Eastern Heretic. Guan Wei, knowing she was doomed, steeled her resolve and lunged at Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi raised both hands, seizing her left wrist and shoulder like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit.
A scream rang out, and a spray of blood erupted from Guan Wei's shoulder; her entire left arm had been ripped off. She lay on the ground, writhing and wailing. Wu Kun's face was ashen; his usual ferocity had turned to cold sweat.
Huang Yaoshi calmly discarded the severed arm. "Who are you
?" he asked. "I am Wu Kun, she is Blood Lily Guan Wei..." Wu Kun stammered, explaining their identities.
Huang Yaoshi coldly said, "You two have committed countless evils. It's no wonder you die at my hands today."
"Spare me, spare me..." Wu Kun begged repeatedly. Seeing Huang Yaoshi's face darken, he suddenly shouted, "This vile bitch did all this! I'm willing to kill her myself, to let her suffer a agonizing death, to avenge Madam Xu!" In this
life-or-death situation, he no longer cared about marital affection; he only wanted to kill Guan Wei to appease Huang Yaoshi's anger.
Huang Yaoshi arrogantly wiped the blood from his hands, ignoring the two men. Wu Kun only hoped he would spare his life. He mustered his strength, his legs trembling, and dragged the blood-soaked Guan Wei to the table, stripping her naked. Guan Wei was petite with fair skin, but years of debauchery had made her body exceptionally developed. Her two large, fleshy breasts were like balls of flesh on her chest. Her areolas, the size of a palm, were purplish-black like her nipples, clearly having been handled by countless men. Her genitals were also purplish-black. The labia majora were unusually thick, separated by a finger-thick slit—these labia had never closed since the day her enemy defiled her. Wu Kun, focused only on self-preservation, immediately pressed Guan Wei to the ground, forcing her to kneel upright against the wooden table. He then took out her large breasts and placed them side-by-side on the table, pinching her nipples and stretching the elastic orbs into long, round shapes. Guan Wei stared at him blankly, her voice trembling, "Brother Kun..." Wu Kun avoided her gaze, lowering his head to manipulate her breasts. He took out two four-inch-long steel needles from his pouch and forcefully stabbed them into the table, pinching her nipples. Guan Wei's arms were broken; she could only kneel stiffly beside the table, watching helplessly as her husband firmly nailed her breasts to the table. On the mottled lacquered table, two plump, white breasts lay side by side, their nipples, pierced by steel needles, slightly upturned, like two purplish-black grapes. Wu Kun circled behind Guan Wei, grabbed her snowy buttocks, and lifted them up, exposing one of her large, smooth buttocks. Guan Wei's chin slammed heavily against the table, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She suddenly felt absurd; her cunt, violated and played with by countless men, was about to be gouged out by her husband's own hands—it was perfectly deserved. Wu Kun glanced at Huang Yaoshi, only to see him expressionless and indifferent, clearly not caring about their lives. Wu Kun gritted his teeth, picked up the sharp ox-ear knife from the kitchen cabinet, and plunged it straight into Guan Wei's perineum. The two orifices tightened simultaneously, the white flesh of her buttocks trembling violently.

Guan Wei screamed frantically, "Cut it! Cut it! Peel it out and it'll be clean!"
Wu Kun, fearing her words would anger Huang Yaoshi and kill him too, twisted his wrist, the tip of the knife slicing along the edge of her vulva to above her mons pubis. Blood gushed from Guan Wei's lower body; she screamed and straightened her legs forcefully.
Wu Kun simply sealed her acupoints, plunging the ox-ear-shaped knife all the way into her mons pubis, then slicing it down in an arc from the other side, connecting with the cut at her perineum.
A leaf-shaped wound was cut into Guan Wei's snowy buttocks, her entire vulva sliding out, the surrounding cuts neatly turned up, blood dripping from the swollen purple petals.
Wu Kun inserted his five fingers into the knife, grabbed the soft vulva and pulled it out, tearing out her vagina, bladder, and uterus.
Guan Wei screamed, and instantly an oval-shaped, bottomless blood hole appeared in the middle of her snow-white buttocks. A hissing sound came from her throat, and her pupils gradually became unfocused.
Wu Kun lifted her shoulders, the sharp knife plunging into Guan Wei's bosom, flicking upwards from the base of her breast. The elongated breast on the table suddenly sprang back, becoming a hemispherical sphere, bouncing incessantly on the table.
The two breasts severed from her body, Guan Wei's jade-like body splattered with blood, like a lily bathed in blood. She lay blankly on the table, her round buttocks, now stripped of their genitals, still thrusting forward, her vacant eyes staring at Wu Kun, "Brother Kun..."
Wu Kun lowered the knife, kneeling before Huang Yaoshi, his voice hoarse, "I have killed that vixen, Blood Lily!"
Huang Yaoshi looked at him with flickering eyes, remaining silent.
Wu Kun cautiously said, "Island Master Huang...would you like to try my cooking...this vixen's breasts are plump and soft, steamed, they're the most delicious..."
The light in Guan Wei's eyes gradually dimmed, finally disappearing completely.
"Hahaha..." Huang Yaoshi suddenly burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.
The laughter struck Wu Kun like a hammer blow to his ears, heart, and mind... Wu Kun's blood surged, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. After only two laughs, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. ****************
... Wu Kun stared blankly for a long time, vaguely sensing that something was wrong, as if he had lost something important. Suddenly, Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat—the waves surged before him, yet he couldn't hear a single sound! Not only the waves, but everything in the world seemed to have lost its sound; birds flying and fish leaping were all silent. Wu Kun's eyes widened, and he clutched his ears, pulling and tugging, trying to find the sound, but apart from the stinging pain in his ear canals, there was no sound at all. A fierce-looking man was steering the boat from the back. He had a full beard, a rough expression, and two blood-red eyes that stared fiercely at Wu Kun. His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of phlegm. "I'm deaf!" Wu Kun roared. Opening his mouth, he discovered that only half of his tongue remained! A faint blue shadow moved before his eyes, and Huang Yaoshi slowly approached. Upon meeting his arrogant gaze, Wu Kun immediately shrank back. Huang Yaoshi disdainfully tossed a bronze plaque in front of him. Wu Kun shrank back, picked it up, and saw a peach blossom carved on one side, and two large, dark characters on the other: "Dumb Servant." A chill ran through him, and Wu Kun knelt weakly on the deck, clutching his head, drifting further and further away on the azure sea with the rise and fall of the waves. Dumb Servant: A servant of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi once said, "I am not a gentleman, and I am known in the martial arts world as 'Eastern Heretic,' so naturally I disdain associating with gentlemen. The more wicked my servants are, the more they suit my taste." Therefore, he traveled the world, and whenever he encountered ungrateful and wicked people, he would cut off their muteness and deafness, capturing them and bringing them to the island to serve him. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊Sailing north from Zhoushan, after a day's journey, the sea breeze suddenly carried the fragrance of flowers. Looking into the distance, a large, lush island came into view. The island was a riot of colors—red, yellow, crimson, and purple—a boundless expanse of exotic blossoms. Peach trees were planted among the flowers, verdant and lush, their branches and leaves abundant; one could imagine that every early spring, the island would be ablaze with peach blossoms. The small boat entered the harbor and anchored in the bay. On the dock, three men and one woman bowed to Huang Yaoshi. The man in the lead was tall and elegant, radiating confidence. Behind him followed a man and a woman; the man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding heroic spirit, while the woman had bright eyes and red lips, as beautiful as a flower. Finally, there was a tall young man. All four were spirited and dignified, like dragons among men. Wu Kun was both deaf and mute, only seeing the four people bow and greet him respectfully, but he couldn't hear a single word. Later, he learned that these were the four disciples of Peach Blossom Island: Qu Lingfeng, Chen Xuanfeng, Mei Chaofeng, and Lu Chengfeng. Upon entering the island, he found it crisscrossed with paths, winding and intricate like a spider web. After walking only a dozen or so paces, Wu Kun became dizzy and disoriented. He dared not look again, only keeping his head down and closely following the others. After walking several miles, they rounded a hill and came to a meadow. To the north of the meadow was a bamboo grove. In the grove stood a pavilion made of bamboo branches, extremely elegant. The plaque above the pavilion read "Jicui Pavilion," and a couplet hung on either side, which read: "A divine sword flies amidst the peach blossom shadows; a jade flute plays amidst the rising tide of the blue sea." Two large pine trees grew side by side beside the pavilion, their branches gnarled and twisted, likely hundreds of years old. Inside, several bamboo tables and chairs were relatively new, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. Huang Yaoshi sat down and gave a few instructions, after which Mei Ruohua led Wu Kun away. Mei Ruohua was only sixteen years old, with a light and graceful figure. She walked along, parting the flowers and willows, her supple waist swaying gently. Wu Kun could see her clearly from behind, but dared not harbor any fantasies. They hadn't gone far when Chen Xuanfeng caught up from behind and walked alongside Mei Ruohua. After a few words of laughter, Mei Ruohua became reproachful. Chen Xuanfeng grinned, hooked a branch, and deftly flipped several feet into the air. Mei Ruohua gave chase, and the two of them, one after the other, darted into the flowerbeds like eagles and swallows. Wu Kun didn't dare move an inch, standing there dumbfounded. These two were much younger than him, and had only learned a smattering of martial arts, yet their skills already surpassed his. What level of skill must Huang Yaoshi himself possess ? That day, Huang Yaoshi only made three moves, and his methods were not as ruthless as the couple's, but his arrogant and domineering demeanor terrified the ruthless Wu Kun. Before them, Wu Kun felt like a tiny ant; all his ambition and untamed spirit vanished without a trace. A moment later, Mei Ruohua returned to the forest, her face still flushed, as beautiful as a peach blossom. Wu Kun followed closely behind, watching her pluck a rose from a branch, carefully plucking each petal with a thoughtful expression, a mixture of reproach and delight. ********** ... Much later, he learned that the burly man who had acted as a boatman was actually a notorious bandit who roamed Jiangnan, and in fact, a famous fellow bandit—Eagle-Slaying Du Dan. Meanwhile, another notorious bandit, Cunning Fox Hu Lin, was also there, working as a gardener.

There were dozens of mute servants on the island. Besides the three of them, Ding Baipeng, Qiao Yong, and a dozen others were also martial arts heroes with names. The remaining servants were either cruel officials or unscrupulous merchants, none of them good people. These people were all sinister and ruthless villains, and although they were servants on the same island, they rarely interacted with each other.
Wu Kun lived at the foot of the Finger-Flicking Peak on the west side of the island, next to Qingyin Cave, only three miles from the seaside, and separated from Huang Yaoshi's hermitage by a bamboo forest, not much more than a mile away. He was only responsible for the island master's meals; the disciples and mute servants had their own kitchen, so the work wasn't too heavy. In addition to the meals delivered four times a day, Wu Kun cooked and prepared according to Huang Yaoshi's recipes. Even disregarding martial arts, this recipe alone was enough to impress Wu Kun. He had studied it for three whole years, never having put in such effort even when he was learning martial arts. Wu Kun knew that what he had learned was merely a small part of the vast and profound skills of the Eastern Heretic, whose knowledge was as boundless as the sea and as deep as the abyss.
Over the past three years, Wu Kun had become accustomed to the silent world. He not only learned to "speak" sign language with gestures but also to "hear" lip reading with his eyes. He could discern his master's words from the subtle movements of his lips.
Huang Yaoshi took in two more disciples, Wu Mianfeng and Feng Mofeng. These six disciples, plus the mute servant, made up dozens of people on the island, masters, servants, and disciples. Only Mei Ruohua, a woman, stood out like a single red flower amidst a sea of green. Although the other disciples harbored affection for her, they dared not express it outwardly, fearing their master's strictness.
The disciples of Peach Blossom Island often practiced martial arts in the bamboo forest and the Sword Testing Pavilion. In their leisure time, they would play the flute or wield their brushes, each one elegant and dashing.
Huang Yaoshi seemed in no hurry to send his disciples into the martial world. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen under Wang Chongyang were already renowned throughout the land, while the six disciples of Peach Blossom Island remained secluded deep within the peach blossoms, carefree and content, like immortals.
Wu Kun, his martial arts skills intact and his knowledge vast, could discern the varying levels of skill among the disciples. His two junior disciples, having only recently joined
the sect, were of little consequence, while any one of the other four disciples surpassed him, enough to dominate the world. He often thought of the martial world that no longer belonged to him, wondering what kind of upheaval would ensue if they one day mastered their skills and left the island…
Wu Kun could never have imagined that their departure from the island and their eventual fate would be so different from his expectations.
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To rejoin his master, he repeatedly broke into the palace to steal paintings, calligraphy, and antiques, ultimately perishing along with the martial arts master Shi Yanming due to his crippled legs. He left behind a daughter and later returned to Peach Blossom Island.
Chen Xuanfeng: After leaving the island, his martial arts went astray, becoming famous in the martial arts world for his Heart-Shattering Palm and Nine Yin White Bone Claw, known as the "Copper Corpse," and later died in the desert.
Mei Chaofeng: Originally named Mei Ruohua. After leaving the island, she killed countless people to practice the Nine Yin Manual, known as the "Iron Corpse," and was known as one of the "Black Wind Duo" with Chen Xuanfeng. She later died in Niujia Village,
Lin'an, only returning to her master's school on her deathbed. Lu Chengfeng: Later, he lived in seclusion at Guiyun Manor in Taihu Lake, and was able to rejoin his master's school sixteen years later.
Wu Mianfeng: After leaving the island, he was depressed, suffered from illness, and died young.
Feng Mofeng: He made a living as a blacksmith and later died in the Mongol army.
5.
Author: Cao Xueqin
In the early summer of that year, Wu Kun was cooking "Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms?" in the kitchen.
This dish was made with one lamb rump, one pig's ear, and one calf's kidney, combined with strips of venison leg and rabbit meat. Each chew offered a different flavor—sometimes rich and tender, sometimes sweet and crisp—a myriad of flavors, ever-changing, much like the unpredictable moves of a martial arts master.
The aroma wafted from the pot, and Wu Kun suddenly remembered a dish from long ago—a milky white broth, with plump, round breasts exuding a rich fragrance, their swollen nipples red and tender, seemingly carrying a sweet, milky aroma… Looking around
to make sure no one was watching, Wu Kun threw down the spatula, crawled behind the door, and began vigorously stroking his hardened penis. He was a lecherous man, and these three years of imprisonment had fueled his pent-up lust, which he could only release through his fingers.
After a long while, Wu Kun released his sticky hands, slammed his head against the wall, his forehead pounding against it repeatedly, his teeth grinding together. The burning lust subsided slightly, but the flames in his eyes still burned brightly.
Suddenly, a peach blossom on the wall bloomed. Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat; he hurriedly straightened his clothes and stared intently at the blossom.
The mute servant, being both deaf and mute, couldn't use the copper bell to send messages, so Huang Yaoshi had specially crafted this mechanical peach blossom to transmit messages.
More and more peach blossoms bloomed. When all twelve blossoms were in full bloom, Wu Kun dared not delay and rushed towards the harbor.
The full bloom of all twelve peach blossoms meant that the island's master, Huang Yaoshi, was about to return.
Huang Yaoshi left the island twice a year to travel the world, each time for about two months. This time, however, he was gone for half a year without a word. His disciples were extremely anxious, but their master was strict, and none dared to leave the island. Finally, Chen Xuanfeng, the most impatient of them all, couldn't resist and left alone to investigate. He was gone for over a month, but still no news.
Wu Kun sometimes wondered: what if something had happened to Huang Yaoshi? But he immediately dismissed his thoughts as absurd and laughable. No matter his martial arts or intelligence, who in this world could harm a single hair on Huang Yaoshi's head
? A small boat sped towards them, and on the bow stood a man in a green robe and square scarf, radiating confidence—it was none other than Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic.
Wu Kun's eyesight had greatly improved after becoming deaf and mute. Looking up, he saw Huang Yaoshi with a beaming smile, a stark contrast to his previous aloofness and arrogance; even his eyes were filled with laughter.
"Could he have acquired some extraordinary treasure?" Wu Kun wondered to himself. "Even when he stole the 'Duck Head Pill' from the Celestial Master Temple last year, he wasn't this proud."
Having spent many years on Peach Blossom Island, Wu Kun was no longer the same naive man he once was. While he lacked formal learning, his experience was vastly different. Even a mute cook like him could see authentic paintings and calligraphy that would make even renowned connoisseurs envious.
A short while later, the small boat entered the harbor. The five disciples, their faces beaming with joy, bowed in unison. Huang Yaoshi didn't disembark but instead helped a woman out of the cabin.
Wu Kun glanced at her and felt a throbbing pain in his temples
. He quickly lowered his head, unable to look any longer, and felt a slight dizziness after a long while. The woman was dressed in white, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. She seemed to be two years younger than Mei Ruohua, with unparalleled beauty, bright eyes, red lips, and exquisitely beautiful features. The woman's delicate, white hand rested in Huang Yaoshi's palm as she carefully disembarked from the boat. Her radiant smile in the sunlight outshone all the flowers.
"This is your master's wife," Huang Yaoshi said with a smile, seeing the astonished looks on his disciples' faces. He helped his wife up, saying, "Aheng, this is Lingfeng, this is Chaofeng...
" Wu Kun stared blankly at Huang Yaoshi's lips, not even seeing what he was saying. A surge of envy welled up within him, mixed with a sudden pang of jealousy: How could such a perfect person exist in the world—not only was he elegant and composed, radiant with charm, but he was also incredibly intelligent and insightful. His appearance, martial arts, talent, and wisdom were all exceptional.
His residence was Peach Blossom Island, a secluded paradise, and his disciples were outstanding individuals like Qu, Lu, Mei, and Chen—how could Huang Yaoshi not be arrogant? He was practically a god! Now he's married to such a beautiful wife, even the gods would be jealous…
But why should he be high above everyone else while he's relegated to being an ant at his feet
? Wu Kun's heart churned with conflicting emotions, a mix of jealousy and hatred, followed by intense admiration. In the end, he couldn't even discern the true feelings within himself. Feng
Heng: Seventeen years old, from Jiaxing. Wife of Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, she died after a miscarriage, leaving behind a daughter.

The paths of Peach Blossom Island subtly follow the principles of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination), Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements. Ordinary people would be dazzled and disoriented upon arrival. Feng Heng, however, walked slowly, as if strolling leisurely, occasionally pointing at the paths and speaking to Huang Yaoshi. Her steps were light and delicate, lacking any apparent strength, clearly indicating she was unfamiliar with martial arts.
Huang Yaoshi, deeply doting on his frail wife, chatted amiably, displaying his vast knowledge.
The disciples, listening from behind, were secretly astonished. This mistress, though young, was extremely knowledgeable in Qimen Dunjia; her casual conversation with their master revealed profound and subtle mysteries. They wondered where their master had found such a wife.
By the time they reached Jicui Pavilion, Feng Heng was panting heavily. Huang Yaoshi helped her to a chair, first inquiring about Chen Xuanfeng's whereabouts, then smiled and said, "On this trip away from the island, I acquired two extraordinary treasures."
Huang Yaoshi wasn't concerned with formalities, referring to himself as "I" even to his disciples, but their respect for him remained undiminished. They immediately exclaimed in unison, "Congratulations, Master!"
"The first treasure is your master's wife..."
Feng Heng gave him a reproachful look, but her brows were filled with joy.
"The second treasure is the *Nine Yin Manual*, which your master's wife obtained from Zhou Botong!"
Upon hearing this, the disciples were first greatly shocked, then overjoyed. Years ago, their master had ultimately lost to Wang Chongyang in the sword duel at Mount Hua, and subsequently abandoned the sword. But Zhou Botong was Wang Chongyang's junior brother, and there were few in the world who could surpass him. His master's wife had no martial arts skills; how could she possibly obtain the *Nine Yin Manual* from him
? Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, extremely
pleased with himself. Half a year ago, he met seventeen-year-old Feng Heng in Jiaxing and fell instantly in love. Huang Yaoshi was a free spirit, never bound by convention. Even if his beloved was a few years younger, he would find a way to bring her to Peach Blossom Island and wait for her to grow up, regardless of whether she was already of marriageable age. Feng Heng was no ordinary woman either; seeing Huang Yaoshi's talent and charm, she secretly fell in love. The two then married and traveled together. Newlyweds
, their hearts were intertwined. Feng Heng beamed with joy, and Huang Yaoshi was even more spirited, cherishing his wife like a precious jewel, never wanting to go against her wishes in anything.
On their journey, the couple encountered Zhou Botong, the Old Urchin, who told them he carried the second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual*, which he had hidden in a secret place as instructed by his senior brother. First, Feng Heng provoked him with words, and then Huang Yaoshi cheated in a betting contest, forcing Zhou Botong to lend Feng Heng the *Nine Yin Manual*.
Feng Heng displayed her exceptional talent, memorizing the entire book after just one reading. Not wanting any other *Nine Yin Manual* to exist besides her husband, she devised a plan to provoke Zhou Botong into destroying the original copy, but later copied it and gave it to her husband. Both were cunning and exceptionally intelligent; this time, their harmonious partnership was so perfect that even a powerful immortal would fall for their tricks, let alone the naive and innocent Zhou Botong
. All the disciples were both astonished and impressed, overjoyed at the thought of also being able to learn the unparalleled martial arts from the manual.
Qu Lingfeng, confident in his photographic memory for poetry and prose, knew that memorizing a 70,000-80,000-word martial arts manual was impossible without knowledge of martial arts and the meaning of the text. He couldn't help but admire his master's wife's intelligence.
Huang Yaoshi placed a plain book on a bamboo table. The book bore the inscription "Nine Yin Manual, Lower Volume," written in a graceful, rounded script, clearly his master's wife's handwriting.
Huang Yaoshi stroked the book and said, "This lower volume only contains martial arts techniques, not internal energy cultivation methods..."
The disciples were greatly disappointed. Without the internal energy cultivation methods from the upper volume, this lower volume was like a tree without roots, impossible to practice.
Huang Yaoshi, however, arrogantly declared, "This *Nine Yin Manual* was also written by mortals. If others can write it, why can't I, Huang Yaoshi? Now that I have the second volume in hand, if I, Huang Yaoshi, cannot create my own internal energy cultivation method from the first volume and master the martial arts
described in the manual, I will never leave the island!" Wu Kun, watching from outside the pavilion, saw Huang Yaoshi's final words, so full of heroic spirit, and wanted to shout and vent his inner turmoil.
But he was merely a lowly mute servant—in Huang Yaoshi's eyes, nothing more than a tiny insect, less than an ant.
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Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng left hand in hand, their demeanor intimate and close. The sight of them in green robes and laughing together was truly enviable.
The disciples dispersed, and Mei Ruohua gestured to him. Wu Kun quickly went to the kitchen to fetch tea and snacks and brought them over.
Huang and Feng, having removed their outer garments, stood by the window, pointing out the island's sights. Feng Heng leaned against Huang Yaoshi's arm, listening to her husband recount the Finger-Flicking Peak, the Clear Sound Cave, the Sword-Testing Pavilion, the Green Bamboo Forest… Though she didn't speak, the tenderness and affection in her eyes were unmistakable.
Wu Kun, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed Feng Heng's slightly protruding belly; she was already several months pregnant. Wu Kun dared not linger, setting down his cup and saucer and retreating. His head bowed, a fleeting glance at Feng Heng's slender feet beneath her skirt stirred his heart once more.
Wu Kun's mind was a jumble of emotions; he had no desire to prepare the dish "Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms?" He walked along the winding flower path towards the sea.
The peach blossoms had all faded, the branches laden with green peaches, a few facing the sun already turning red, hanging heavily from the branches. Wu Kun was already familiar with the island's paths. Although he didn't know the principles of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, he could move freely. He walked out of the bushes, dejected, and sat on a rock, staring blankly at the sea.
The azure water appeared even deeper in the twilight. The endless waves rose and fell, making one feel incredibly small. Wu Kun lowered his head, buried it in his knees, gritted his teeth, and gasped for breath.
"I've spent half my life in the martial arts world, a renowned figure, how could I have fallen to this state! Huang Yaoshi is just a man, why should I be his servant
?" The more Wu Kun thought about it, the more hateful he became. He jumped up, grabbed some pebbles from the beach, and hurled them wildly into the sea. The pebbles splashed against the surface, creating small waves, but as the waves subsided, the sea remained unchanged, a single wave smoothing out the ripples, completely ignoring him.
Wu Kun, exhausted and with aching arms, finally knelt weakly on the beach, howling hoarsely with the last vestige of his tongue.
His resentment gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of humiliation. Head drooping, Wu Kun slunk into the peach grove.
What a ruthless Wu Kun, a master of Jiangnan, but on Peach Blossom Island, he was nothing but a dog. Even the cunning Hu Lin and the ruthless Eagle-Slayer Du Dan were now obediently serving as slaves here. It was getting late; he should hurry back to cook.
…I wonder what Madam's tastes…
********** ... After scolding, Mei Ruohua said that her master had instructed her to prepare some vegetarian dishes, as her master's wife disliked greasy food. With that, she turned and left. "Damn it, walking so fast, in such a hurry to cheat on her husband?" Wu Kun cursed inwardly, but dared not slack off. He diligently washed his hands and face, tidying himself up thoroughly before finally setting about and preparing a few delicate dishes. Passing through a bamboo grove, they came upon a lotus pond. A small stone embankment meandered through the pond, its banks lined with lush lotus leaves and blooming white lotus flowers, their fragrance refreshing and invigorating. On the opposite bank stood a house entirely constructed of unpeeled pine trees, its exterior covered in climbing vines, elegant and refined. This was Huang Yaoshi's residence. At this moment, the bright moon rose, and a gentle breeze blew. The windows of the residence were open, and on the terrace overlooking the pond, a stone table sat, where the newly arrived mistress was playing chess with Huang Yaoshi amidst the flowers.

A slender, jade-white finger picked up a black stone and gently tapped it on the stone. Wu Kun's heart trembled slightly; he could almost hear the soft, melodious sound. He tiptoed to the side, then took out a bottle of Bichun wine and two jade cups, carefully placed them, and quietly retreated.
Throughout the entire process, neither of them glanced at him, as if he didn't exist.
Passing the lotus pond, a slight movement came from under a clump of ivy, revealing a figure lying prone. Wu Kun looked up and recognized it as the cunning fox, Hu Lin. Hu Lin held a small flower hoe, his eyes gleaming with cunning. He glared fiercely at Wu Kun, then lowered his head and vigorously turned over the soil. Wu
Kun sneered inwardly. After walking a few feet, he looked back. Hu Lin was standing there, neck straight, staring blankly at the platform.
"Bah!" Wu Kun cursed inwardly, "What kind of monkey are you, daring to lay a finger on Madam?"
Under the moonlight, Feng Heng's face was as beautiful as a flower, her wrists as white as snow, her white robes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descended from the moon. Huang Yaoshi, in his blue robes, was upright and heroic, his spirit unyielding. The two were like rare flowers and exotic blossoms, like ancient pines and sacred trees; if there were truly immortals in this world, they would be this divine couple.
Wu Kun suddenly remembered that he too had once had a wife.
However, long ago, he had his breasts and genitals cut open in front of Huang Yaoshi to show his loyalty...
"Fuck your mother, you stinking woman, can you compare to her, you motherfucker! I should have kept your cunt and fucked you several times a day!"
Thinking of Blood Lily's white flesh and plump genitals, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. He crawled into the bushes, took out his thing, and vigorously stroked it. Finally, he lay exhausted on the grass, gazing at the starry sky, letting jealousy and hatred gnaw at his heart.
6
Author: Cao Xueqin
Half a month later, Chen Xuanfeng returned to the island. Huang Yaoshi was in a good mood after his wedding, and his disciple was kind-hearted, so he just waved his hand and didn't pursue his mistake of leaving the island without permission.
After seeing his master and mistress, Chen Xuanfeng went to find Mei Ruohua. The two were overjoyed to see each other and quietly avoided their fellow disciples, running deep into the peach grove.
Wu Kun had just returned from the beach when he saw Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua enter the woods hand in hand. A thought struck him, and he followed at a distance.
The two stopped under a peach tree, their hands clasped, their eyes locked, and remained silent for a long time
. Wu Kun, crouching behind the flowers, one hand in his crotch, was already impatient. "Fuck your mother! Why aren't you doing it yet? Don't you know how? I'll teach you! Chen, push that little bitch to the ground, pull down her pants, hold her ass, spread her legs, and thrust into that cunt hard..."
Having not seen a woman's body for three years, Wu Kun was gritting his teeth, wanting nothing more than to rush up and knock Chen Xuanfeng down, hold Mei Ruohua down, grab her round, plump ass, and fuck her until she was half-dead...
Just as he was getting frustrated, Chen Xuanfeng suddenly moved, and Wu Kun's eyes widened in shock. Then, Chen Xuanfeng leaped up and plucked the largest, reddest peach from the branch, placing it in Mei Ruohua's hand.
Mei Ruohua carefully peeled the peach, bit by bit, and took a bite of the red tip. Sweet peach juice flowed from her bright red lips, staining her snow-white fingers. The girl looked up, glancing shyly and happily at her senior brother.
Chen Xuanfeng could no longer suppress the love in his heart; he tightened his arms, holding his junior sister tightly in his embrace. Mei Ruohua's fingers loosened, and the half-eaten peach fell to the ground.
Wu Kun had been lying there for half an hour, waiting until he felt like vomiting blood. "What kind of old evil spirit is Huang Yaoshi? He raises all these saints! In this sweltering heat, he's been holding her for half an hour and still won't let go!"
Helpless, Wu Kun had no choice but to get up, deliberately making his footsteps heavy. Hearing the noise, Chen and Mei hurriedly separated and disappeared in a flash.
Wu Kun stared at Mei Ruohua's round buttocks, thinking to himself, "Little bitch, your tender cunt won't last long . If I happen to run into you , I'll make sure you get a share!"
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... The two were inseparable, their passion lasting all night until dawn, when they reluctantly parted. Mei Ruohua's clothes were scattered all over the ground, and she searched high and low but couldn't find her undergarments. Seeing that day was approaching, they didn't have time to search further and hurriedly put on their clothes before leaving the peach grove separately. Mei Ruohua felt both joy and fear. She was happy to be able to share pleasure with her senior brother, but their secret affair was a grave taboo within their sect. Thinking of her master's temper, Mei Ruohua felt uneasy. Just as they rounded Qingyin Cave, a figure suddenly appeared before them. Mei Ruohua was startled. Upon recognizing the person, she frowned and gestured several times. "Why aren't you cooking ? What are you doing here ?" Wu Kun chuckled, pulling a pink, handkerchief-like object from his robes. He shook it in the wind, then buried it in his face, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed intensely. His strange eyes rolled upwards, radiating a lewd gaze. Mei Ruohua looked closely and realized the handkerchief was her missing undergarment. She felt both ashamed and anxious, and reached out to grab the lowly mute servant. Her arm was slightly bent, its movements undulating like waves—the "Azure Wave Palm Technique" of Peach Blossom Island. The mute servant who had been cooking retreated, suddenly leaping more than ten feet away—a martial arts expert indeed. Mei Ruohua's attack missed, and she was startled. Since arriving on the island, the cook had never displayed his martial arts skills. She had only heard from her master that he used to be a notorious thief, but she hadn't expected his skills to be so high. Even if he wasn't as good as her, he was almost as good. Capturing him would take quite a bit of effort. Mei Ruohua's pretty face was filled with anger as she gestured, "What do you want ?" Wu Kun had been watching their movements closely. Seeing their eagerness to be discovered, he secretly thought they were afraid Huang Yaoshi would find out . Wu Kun was always good at taking advantage of people's misfortunes, and seeing this, he wanted to use the opportunity to coerce Mei Ruohua into submission. He crumpled his undergarments into a ball, lewdly stuffed them into his crotch, and then gestured, "I know everything about you two, you two adulterers. If you don't want the island lord to know, you'd better obey me." Mei Ruohua's face flushed red and then turned pale. Thinking of how this ugly man had seen her intimate moments with her senior brother the night before, she felt utterly ashamed and indignant. Wu Kun, blinded by lust, gestured again, "Tonight you'll go to the back mountain alone, spread your ass, and let me fuck you hard..." Seeing Wu Kun's left hand forming a circle and his right index finger gesturing as if inserting and withdrawing, Mei Ruohua gritted her teeth in anger. Taking advantage of the despicable man's enthusiastic gestures, she suddenly thrust forward with both elbows, unleashing the Peach Blossom Island's signature technique, "Ling'ao Step," and darted in front of Wu Kun. Then, she formed a knife with her fingers and slashed at his waist. Wu Kun barely managed to dodge, a sharp pain shooting through his abdomen. His undergarment had been ripped off by Mei Ruohua, catching his manhood. Realizing the danger, Wu Kun scrambled into the flower bushes, already drenched in a cold sweat. "That damned woman, she's really not to be trifled with..." Mei Ruohua, worried about alerting others, didn't dare chase after him. She turned and ran away, angrily tearing her filthy undergarment to shreds as she went.

Wu Kun spent several days in fear and trepidation. Seeing that Mei Ruohua hadn't come to cause him trouble, he assumed she was afraid of being discovered, and his courage grew again. Having spied on the two making love that night, he could no longer suppress the lust that had been building up for three years. He had finally had an opportunity; how could he easily give it up ?
That evening, he went to the hermitage to deliver food and, as usual, encountered Hu Lin outside the pond. In the past two months, this thin man had suddenly become much more diligent, frequently going to the vicinity of the hermitage to water and fertilize the flowers.
Wu Kun, carrying the food box, brushed past Hu Lin, thinking to himself, "What a cunning fox! He's clearly a pig!
The moon in the sky is beautiful, but seeing it without being able to eat it is a waste."
Crossing the stone embankment, Huang Yaoshi and his wife were sitting embracing by the window. Feng Heng closed her eyes, her soft, slender body nestled in her husband's arms, her hands gently resting on her slightly protruding belly. A sweet smile radiated from her orchid-like, delicate face. A corner of her snow-white dress draped from the windowsill, fluttering gently in the evening breeze. She wore no shoes; her slender, beautiful feet were curled gracefully beneath her, as translucent as jade. Huang Yaoshi's arms encircled his wife's fragrant shoulders, his jade flute held upright beside her face, softly playing a melody.
The setting sun bathed the beautiful woman, the white dress, the flute… everything was immersed in a warm, orange-red hue. The round window seemed like a picture frame, the couple like figures in a painting, overflowing with a happiness unattainable by mortals.
Wu Kun silently put down the wine and dishes, about to leave, when Feng Heng beckoned to him. Wu Kun's heart leaped into his throat. He suppressed his pounding heart, forcing a smile, awaiting his wife's instructions.
Feng Heng lazily gestured, telling him: Pick some green plums and sour apricots, or unripe grapes—anything sour, and bring them tomorrow.
Wu Kun only saw her snow-white fingers twitching; he almost didn't even see what his wife was saying.
There were actually people in the world who could "speak" sign language so beautifully… Wu Kun suddenly felt: being mute was also a blessing.
"Do you understand?" Feng Heng asked.
Wu Kun nodded vigorously, almost throwing his little blue cloth hat to the ground.
Feng Heng smiled sweetly, looked up, and said something to her husband.
Although Wu Kun couldn't hear it, he saw it clearly, and instantly felt as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone. Feng
Heng said, "This person is so ugly... " **********
... Du Dan and the others were no exception, but they were all poisoned by Peach Blossom Island's unique hidden weapon: the "Bone-Piercing Needle." This needle, with just a light tap, penetrates deep into the flesh, firmly anchoring itself in the joints of the bones. The needle is coated with poison, but its effects are slow to take hold. Six times a day, it travels along the bloodstream, causing unspeakable, excruciating pain. It doesn't kill immediately, taking one or two years to take a life. Du Dan and the others relied on antidotes to suppress the poison's effects. If they escaped, the poison would take effect within six months, leaving them in a state of unbearable agony. Therefore, in terms of loyalty, these three were the most devoted mute servants, not only daring not to leave but also guarding the ship with utmost care. At dusk, Mei Ruohua had just arrived on the island and hadn't even reached the Sword Testing Pavilion when she was stopped by Wu Kun in the peach grove. Wu Kun, still harboring lecherous intentions, figured Mei Ruohua was even more afraid of being discovered than he was. Even if he couldn't have her body right now, teasing her a bit would be fine. "You filthy woman, come and have some fun with me!" Mei Ruohua raised an eyebrow, waving her hand dismissively, telling him to "get lost." "Your senior brother can play with your cunt, but I can't?" Wu Kun lewdly gestured, "It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh. You'll know once you try it; my cock skills are far superior to your senior brother's..." Mei Ruohua's face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, she leaped from her toes, drawing a long sword from her waist in mid-air, aiming a deadly strike at Wu Kun's brow. Wu Kun rolled away on the spot, scrambling to the side. Enraged, he brandished his sword, yelling, "You filthy woman, if I can't have that one, nobody else can! Tomorrow I'll make sure everyone on Peach Blossom Island knows you're cheating on me!" With that, he vanished in a flash. Mei Ruohua was completely flustered, standing there dumbfounded for a long time, unsure what to do. Chen Xuanfeng waited for a long time at the Sword Testing Pavilion, but no one showed up, so he searched all the way to the seaside. Reaching the peach grove, he found his junior sister sitting under a tree, hugging her knees and crying her eyes out. After learning what had happened, Chen Xuanfeng was furious, his anger reaching a fever pitch, and he immediately went to settle accounts with that bastard. Mei Ruohua grabbed him, flustered, and said, "Settling scores with him is a small matter, but what if Master finds out ?" Mentioning Master, Chen Xuanfeng's heart tightened. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Let's go and inform Master... most likely Master won't blame us..." His words were hesitant, clearly unsure of Master's attitude. The two remained silent, their brows furrowed in worry. Suddenly, Mei Ruohua's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Master's wife!" "Yes! Let's go find Master's wife first!" Chen Xuanfeng jumped up and pulled his junior sister up. Mei Ruohua didn't move. Her face flushed, she said, "How...how could I possibly see Master's wife..." After all, Feng Heng was two years younger than her; how could she bring up such a shameful matter ? Chen Xuanfeng stamped his foot. "You wait here for me. After I see Master's wife, I'll go and inform Master. I'll take full responsibility for whatever punishment you give me!" With that, he ran towards the hermitage. Mei Ruohua waited anxiously for a while, when suddenly she heard several "toot-toot" horn sounds coming from the harbor. A little while later, Du Dan led several men over. The leader, a man around forty years old, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had an arrogant expression and a rather unfriendly face. Mei Ruohua was surprised. In recent years, few had dared to come to Peach Blossom Island, and such an arrogant figure was extremely rare. What were they doing on the island ? After another half hour, the group returned in a disheveled state. Du Dan still walked at a leisurely pace, and the men dared not urge him, running back and forth anxiously. The once imposing man was now being carried on someone's shoulder, his face ashen, panting heavily. His arms were draped over the man's shoulders; his right hand was severed at the wrist, the wound a jumbled mess of flesh, as if it had been ripped off. A while later, Chen Xuanfeng rushed into the peach grove. Mei Ruohua, who had been anxiously waiting, hurried to meet him. Upon seeing her senior brother's face, her heart trembled. Chen Xuanfeng's lips were pale and his teeth were chattering; he seemed to have suffered immense fright and couldn't even speak. Mei Ruohua had never seen her audacious second senior brother so frightened, and exclaimed, "Senior Brother!"

Chen Xuanfeng trembled as he pulled a thin book from his robes.
"The Nine Yin Manual!" Mei Ruohua exclaimed, "How could you..."
"Quick, let's go!" Chen Xuanfeng grabbed Mei Ruohua's wrist and stumbled towards the bay.
(VII)
Chen Xuanfeng also heard the horn sound. He knew someone was visiting the island, so he wanted to wait until his master received the guests before informing him.
He stood behind the hermitage for a while, his heart pounding, unsure how to tell his master's wife. Just then, a mute servant hurried out of the hermitage. Seeing him, his face lit up with joy, gesturing for him to come in quickly.
Upon entering, Chen Xuanfeng inwardly groaned. One of the visitors was a lay disciple of Shaolin, someone he knew.
Two months ago, he went to sea to find his master. During the voyage, he had a verbal altercation with this Shaolin lay disciple, which escalated into a fight. To be fair, Chen Xuanfeng was in the wrong, but being young and hot-blooded, he beat the Shaolin lay disciple badly, earning him the reputation of Peach Blossom Island. Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, the disciple had invited reinforcements to the island to settle the matter.
"Island Master Huang is a senior figure in the martial arts world. How can you condone your disciple's violent acts?" the man in tight-fitting clothes said bluntly.
Huang Yaoshi sneered, "What wrong my Peach Blossom Island disciples have done is their own business; we don't need outsiders to bother!"
The burly man slammed his hand on the long table, jumped up, and shouted, "Huang Yaoshi! Everything boils down to reason! My nephew was unjustly beaten and seriously injured by your disciples. Let these friends judge!"
Huang Yaoshi raised an eyebrow, his expression turning furious. "Who do you think you are, daring to be so insolent before me!"
The burly man's face paled, but he still forced himself to say, "Are you even being reasonable? Your disciple attacked first..."
"Tch—" Huang Yaoshi scoffed contemptuously, "Who told you that I, Huang Yaoshi, have ever been reasonable? Get lost!"
The burly man shuddered, looked back, and saw that the martial arts masters he had invited were all bowing their heads in silence. He knew he couldn't count on them. He stamped his foot and shouted, "You old scoundrel Huang, let's go!"
"Wait," Huang Yaoshi sneered, "Do you think you can just come and go as you please on Peach Blossom Island
? If you want to leave, leave the hand that slammed the table behind!"
The burly man then realized he had come to the wrong place. Huang Yaoshi was not only protective of his own, but his arrogance was even greater than that of his disciples… As the saying goes, even a dead tiger doesn't crumble. The man stood with one hand raised to his chest, adopting a defensive stance, but cold sweat poured down his forehead.
A flash of green light appeared, and Huang Yaoshi swiftly appeared in front of the burly man, grabbing his wrist. With a crisp crack, Huang Yaoshi had twisted off the man's entire right hand, tearing away a chunk of skin and flesh.
"Smack!" Huang Yaoshi threw the severed hand onto the table, his eyes flashing like lightning, terrifying the group into running away in terror. "
Hmph
!" After the group left, Huang Yaoshi turned to Chen Xuanfeng and coldly snorted.
Chen Xuanfeng knelt on the ground, trembling, and said, "Master, your disciple..."
Huang Yaoshi said sternly, "If your skills weren't still lacking, and you hadn't beaten those damned Shaolin disciples into submission, would they have dared to run wild on Peach Blossom Island
?" Chen Xuanfeng was taken aback, only to hear Huang Yaoshi continue, "You left the island without permission, that's one thing; secondly, after returning to the island, you didn't report the fight you had on the way, intentionally concealing it; thirdly, you fought before your martial arts were fully developed, making people look down on Peach Blossom Island—think carefully about these three points, I'll test you tomorrow!" With that, he turned and left.
Feng Heng was speechless at her husband's temper. Seeing that Huang Yaoshi's anger hadn't subsided, she could only smile bitterly and help Chen Xuanfeng up before following him out. Chen Xuanfeng pondered the situation.
If his master found out about his affair with his junior sister tomorrow, his life would be in danger. And if his junior sister were implicated … Chen
Xuanfeng steeled his heart, sneaked into the inner room, stole the half- scroll of the *Nine Yin Manual*, and fled the island with Mei Ruohua that very night. ********** ... Huang Yaoshi's face was ashen. He smashed Qiao Yong's skull with a single palm strike, then grabbed his bamboo staff and broke the legs of Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, and Wu Mianfeng one by one, cursing as he did so: "I never thought I raised a bunch of ungrateful traitors! From now on, I, Huang Yaoshi, have no more disciples! All of you, get out!" Their master was furious, and Qu Lingfeng and the others had no way to argue. They could only grit their teeth and endure, their hearts filled with hatred for Chen Mei and the other two's betrayal of their sect. Feng Heng tried desperately to persuade them, but how could a frail woman who knew no martial arts withstand the extreme rage of Huang Yaoshi ? The youngest, Feng Mofeng, was only twelve years old. Terrified by her master's actions, she wept uncontrollably, but dared not utter a sound. Feng Heng stood in front of him, shouting, "Stop hitting them!" "Aheng, step aside, let me break their legs!" Feng Heng shook her head tearfully, "Don't hit them..." Huang Yaoshi raised his arm and snapped Feng Mofeng's leg with a crack, then shattered his bamboo staff and strode away. A long while later, a furious howl echoed from Finger Flicking Peak. The mute servants were all terrified, their faces pale. Wu Kun, sandwiched in the crowd, was also covered in cold sweat. In an instant, all the disciples had their legs broken and were expelled from the sect—Huang Yaoshi was truly wicked. Luckily, he was just a mute servant, a cook, and didn't have to worry about the boat... Thinking about it again sent chills down his spine. Chen Mei and the other two were so bold; if it hadn't been so sudden, they would probably have killed him first before running away. After bandaging all her disciples, Feng Heng sighed and instructed Du Dan to prepare a boat to send everyone away at dawn. She then summoned Hu Lin to Flicking Finger Peak to find Huang Yaoshi. She was seven months pregnant and quite cumbersome; Hu Lin, the island's gardener, knew the roads well and possessed martial arts skills, so he could protect her. Hu Lin hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed, his sleeves trembling slightly, clearly overjoyed. Eight out of the ten mute servants gritted their teeth as they watched his retreating figure. Wu Kun glared at Hu Lin and cursed inwardly, "You little monkey, you'll suffer a terrible death!" ********** ... As dawn broke, a mute servant hurried to Wu Kun's residence next to the kitchen, gesturing, "The madam ordered you to hurry to Qingyin Cave and rescue the man carrying the stone." Wu Kun was bewildered, quickly threw on his clothes, and ran to Qingyin Cave. Upon entering, he saw a huge boulder, the size of a small mountain, leaning precariously inside. Hu Lin was crouching beneath it, his face flushed red, gritting his teeth and struggling to stay upright. Wu Kun was very puzzled and wanted to ask Hu Lin what was wrong, but Hu Lin's hands were behind his back, and he couldn't even make a gesture. ************************************** Last night, Feng Heng went to Tanzhi Peak to find her husband. She was heavily pregnant and walked slowly, so Hu Lin had to help her up the mountain.

Halfway there, Hu Lin became restless. Taking advantage of the rugged road, he casually kneaded Feng Heng's forearm, feeling the softness of her flesh.
Feng Heng, being as perceptive as she was, immediately saw through Hu Lin's frivolity. She was inwardly angry, but her face remained impassive. Near Qingyin Cave, Feng Heng suddenly stopped, pointing to a huge rock and gesturing, "What a beautiful rock..."
In the moonlight, her jade-like hand shone like a pearl, whiter than the silk handkerchief in her hand. Her slender, boneless fingers were like a magnolia in full bloom, radiantly beautiful.
Hu Lin swallowed hard, nodding frantically, not even noticing where the rock was.
Feng Heng then asked, "I heard you're very skilled in martial arts—can you carry such a large rock?"
Hu Lin finally snapped out of his daze, his eyes darting around for a while before he saw the rock, taller than a person, and immediately nodded vigorously.
Feng Heng smiled slightly, "Carry it into that cave, I'll wait for you here, okay
?" Without a word, Hu Lin grabbed the boulder, shook it to loosen the soil, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. Feng Heng then
asked with concern, "How long can you carry such a heavy rock?" Hu Lin tested its weight
, holding out a hand. "Oh..." Feng Heng nodded, her round belly bulging, and winked with a grin, seemingly greatly admiring his superhuman strength. Hu Lin felt a wave of dizziness. He straightened his back, hoisted the massive boulder, weighing seven or eight hundred pounds like a small mountain, onto his shoulder, and excitedly headed towards Qingyin Cave. He stumbled and bumped his way into the cave, and after walking about ten feet and turning a small corner, the cunning fox realized something was wrong. Qingyin Cave wasn't very high to begin with, and it was extremely winding and narrow. The boulder on his back was pressed against the cave ceiling in front and blocked by the stone wall behind, leaving him trapped. To make matters worse, he couldn't even put the boulder down. He had already crouched low to get into the cave, and now he was stuck inside, unable to move. Hu Lin had been stuck for two hours now. He was already thin and small, and carrying this boulder was like an ant carrying a walnut. He was so exhausted that the veins on his forehead bulged, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his legs trembled uncontrollably; he was almost completely exhausted. It seemed his boast of five hours was mostly an exaggeration. Wu Kun, arms crossed, eyes darting around, suddenly leaped up and slammed his feet against the rock. Hu Lin groaned and fell to his knees with a thud, the boulder on his shoulders teetering precariously. Enraged, Wu Kun used both hands and feet to climb the boulder, squatted on top, and then braced his back against the cave ceiling, channeling his strength into his legs. Hu Lin's body was pressed inch by inch to the bottom of the cave until he disappeared from sight. Suddenly, a series of cracking and thuds echoed as the boulder crashed down, crushing the lustful fox to pieces, leaving no trace of his body. ************************************************** Wu Kun rushed to the hermitage, where Feng Heng was combing her hair by the window. He held a shoe in his hand, gesturing that when he arrived, the man had been flattened, leaving only the shoe. Feng Heng's slender hand trembled, the ivory comb falling to the ground, her jade-like face turning pale. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and in a moment of anger, she wanted to quietly teach that guy a lesson, never expecting it would cost her a life. Wu Kun took the opportunity to feast his eyes on her beauty, taking in every detail from head to toe. He stared at Feng Heng's seven-month pregnant belly, imagining the soft, smooth texture of her body, and his penis throbbed painfully. Feng Heng weakly waved her hand, dismissing him. She stood by the window, hands clasped together, head bowed, her expression somber as she softly confessed. After a long while, she opened her eyes, still feeling a profound sense of loss. ********************************************** Huang Yaoshi, having driven away his disciples, was still filled with resentment. He had sworn an oath: he would not leave Peach Blossom Island until he had mastered the Nine Yin Manual. Therefore, although he wanted nothing more than to capture his two rebellious disciples and skin them alive, he could only curse and rage on the island. Feng Heng saw this and felt a pang of heartache, trying her best to comfort her husband. One day, Wu Kun was busy in the kitchen when Feng Heng suddenly entered. She gestured for Wu Kun to step aside, then rolled up her sleeves and personally prepared two small dishes. Wu Kun stared intently at her retreating figure, his heart burning with desire. Feng Heng's slender neck was bowed, her hair styled in a traditional Chinese updo. A few wisps of fine black hair cascaded down her snow-white neck, like wisps of smoke. Her two snow-white arms were smooth and beautiful, her delicate, spring-like fingers flawless. A faint fragrance wafted from her, intoxicating all who heard it. Wu Kun had never been so close to her before. His heart churned with conflicting emotions. One moment he felt ashamed and wanted nothing more than to hide in a corner and secretly watch her; the next he longed to stand beside her, like a married couple, cooking and preparing meals together; but even more, he wanted to pounce on her, strip this goddess naked, and ravage her, making her weep, scream, and kneel before him, begging for mercy… Feng Heng, oblivious to the beast-like gaze behind her, wearily straightened her back, picked up the food box, and slowly left the kitchen. Huang Yaoshi was practicing his palm techniques under a flowering tree. This "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm" was his prized skill. After the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he abandoned his sword and incorporated it into this palm technique. The palm technique was undeniably sharp as a sword, yet its execution was also exquisitely beautiful. The energy swirled everywhere, creating a flurry of flying energy and shimmering floral shadows. Feng Heng stood a distance away, smiling as she watched her husband, her heart filled with both pride and affection. After Huang Yaoshi finished his palm strike, he flicked his sleeve, scattering flower petals like raindrops before the steps. Feng Heng gently took her husband's hand, leading him slowly to the table, and softly said, "Brother Huang, aren't you happy ?" Huang Yaoshi's anger hadn't subsided. "I, Huang Yaoshi, have roamed the world my entire life, and I've never suffered the slightest loss! I never imagined that my own disciple would steal my scriptures!" "It's just a book," Feng Heng gently rubbed Huang Yaoshi's furrowed brow. "I'll write another one for you. Brother Huang, please don't be angry." Huang Yaoshi was both surprised and delighted. "Ah Heng, you still remember ?" Feng Heng smiled slightly. "I'll give it a try." From then on, Feng Heng racked her brains every day, writing down every fragment of text that came to mind. She knew nothing of martial arts and had no understanding of the meaning of the text; she had only managed to memorize tens of thousands of words of scripture by relying on her innate intelligence. Now, almost a year later, how could she possibly remember it ? She wrote intermittently for several days, recording seven or eight thousand words, but they were all disjointed. Feng Heng's mind was exhausted, but to ease her husband's worries, she still forced herself to persevere, putting on a brave face in front of Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi, fearing to distract his wife, dared not disturb her further. That night, Huang Yaoshi went alone to Flicking Finger Peak to play the flute, while Feng Heng pondered the scripture alone under the lamp. Wu Kun brought a late-night snack to the hermitage and saw a glass lamp on the table. Feng Heng, dressed in white, with her arched eyebrows furrowed, held the flute in her delicate hands, deep in thought. Under the lamplight, her beautiful face appeared even more radiant, her skin as white as snow. Wu Kun put down the food and was about to leave when he suddenly saw Feng Heng put down her pen, her starry eyes closed, her hands gently rubbing her temples, clearly exhausted. After a while, she took out a scented handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped behind her ears and on her neck. Under the lamplight, her fair skin glowed with a delicate blush, and a subtle fragrance filled the air. Wu Kun's mind went blank for a moment, and the fire within him could no longer be suppressed, instantly burning his eyes red. He leaped up abruptly and hugged Feng Heng tightly from behind.

Feng Heng's beautiful eyes widened in utter horror. She had been practicing silently for days, her mind and body exhausted. She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth, as if to call for help. Before she could even speak, a large hand had already pressed down on her mouth.
Wu Kun then realized what he had done. He had countless times imagined and dreamed of holding this woman, ravaging her soft body, but he had never imagined he would actually do it.
The thought of Huang Yaoshi made Wu Kun tremble. But with such a beautiful woman in his arms, the ferocity he had suppressed for so many years rose within him. Wu Kun pressed Feng Heng's acupoint to silence her, then pressed her to the ground.
Feng Heng stared in terror at the ugly, mute servant, frantically gesturing with her hands: "What are you doing? Let me go!"
Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and bit Feng Heng's finger, sucking hard.
Feng Heng felt as if her fingers were about to be swallowed by that filthy mouth, and she trembled with fear. The half-eaten tongue scraped against her hand, both disgusting and terrifying. She desperately pounded on Wu Kun's face and shoulder with her other hand, twisting her body to try and escape his weight. But her hands were powerless; her blows to Wu Kun's face were like hitting wood or stone, while her own palms throbbed with pain. Wu Kun
thought to himself, "I'm already doomed, might as well just go for it!" He opened his mouth and spat out that snow-white hand.
Feng Heng didn't bother wiping the disgusting saliva off her hand and immediately gestured, "Let go! My husband will be back soon!"
Wu Kun grinned sinisterly through gritted teeth. He knew Huang Yaoshi wouldn't be back for at least another hour, and that was plenty of time to do many things.
"If you don't let go, my husband will kill you when he gets back!"
Wu Kun suddenly looked up and glanced outside, only to remember that he had already killed the guy who had been spying outside all night. The Peach Blossom Island disciples who used to live nearby had either fled or been chased away; there wasn't a soul in sight within a two-mile radius.
Wu Kun released his grip and sat up. Feng Heng's acupoints had been pressed, but her limbs were still free to move. She forced a smile, her slender hand trembling as she brushed her hair aside. Taking advantage of Wu Kun's inattention, she immediately scrambled to her feet and ran outside.
She had only taken two steps when she suddenly felt a chill beneath her, then her legs tripped, and she fell heavily to the ground. Although she protected her lower abdomen, the fall still hit her abdominal bulb, causing a sharp pain in her abdomen.
Wu Kun had already decided to slowly toy with this beauty. He moved with lightning speed, ripping off Feng Heng's belt and loosening her undergarments, tripping her to the ground. Then, he strolled over, using his toes to lift her clothes.
Feng Heng's undergarments slid down to her knees, revealing two sections of her smooth, alabaster thighs. As her clothes were lifted, more and more skin was exposed, glistening in the candlelight. She clutched her lower abdomen with one hand and pressed the hem of her clothes with the other, turning to the side, weeping and shaking her head at Wu Kun, silently begging him to stop.
Wu Kun chuckled, opened his mouth wide, sticking out half a tongue, pointing to his ear, then extending his middle finger and making a thrusting motion towards her crotch.
Feng Heng's face turned pale, her hands gripping the clothes beneath her abdomen tightly, tears streaming down her face. After all, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl who knew nothing of martial arts; even if she were ten times more intelligent, she was powerless against a beast-like thug.
Wu Kun raised his fist and swung it towards her stomach. Feng Heng let out a low growl, biting her red lips tightly, thinking he had actually punched her in the stomach.
"If you want a child, you'd better listen to me obediently," Wu Kun gestured.
Raping Huang Yaoshi's wife was one thing, getting Huang Yaoshi's pregnant wife to obediently bend over and let him fuck her was quite another. In his life as a bandit, he had fucked many women, and threatening them with a child was almost always effective; even the most virtuous woman would obediently comply.
Feng Heng understood his intention, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.
Wu Kun sat casually on the round stool that still held Feng Heng's body heat, pointed to Feng Heng's rosy lips, and then to his crotch.
It took Feng Heng a long time to struggle to get up; she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her legs weak and powerless.
Wu Kun impatiently pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his hairy legs, and pulled out his bulging, veiny member.
Feng Heng staggered to her feet, and as soon as she straightened up, she suddenly pulled up her underpants and turned to run.
Wu Kun, who was expecting her to lick his lips, was completely taken aback. He angrily kicked off his pants, chased after her naked from the waist down, grabbed Feng Heng's hair, dragged her back, and then punched her in the stomach.
Feng Heng fell to the ground, clutching her cramped abdomen in pain, her legs trembling. Her underpants, which she had just pulled up, slipped down again, revealing her snow-white, plump, and smooth buttocks.
Wu Kun twisted Feng Heng's jaw and shoved his thick, dark penis into her mouth. The nauseating stench almost suffocated Feng Heng; she struggled a few times, finally opening her red lips.
Wu Kun was overjoyed and immediately thrust inside. His penis had barely penetrated an inch when Feng Heng suddenly clenched her teeth and bit down with all her might.
Wu Kun tensed in pain, but fortunately, he had anticipated this move and had also inserted his two thumbs at the same time.
Wu Kun pried open Feng Heng's mouth, and with a slight force of his fingers, pulled her chin away. Then, with a thrust of his hips, his glans pressed hard against Feng Heng's throat. He held Feng Heng's beautiful head, pressing her delicate face against his abdomen and kneading it forcefully. His ugly penis rubbed against her luscious lips, relentlessly thrusting inside her warm, moist mouth.
Feng Heng's breath caught in her throat, her jaw throbbed with pain, and the salty, foul-smelling penis in her mouth nearly numbed her tongue.
She struggled desperately, even after being punched several times in the stomach and trembling in pain, she refused to yield.
Wu Kun hadn't expected this seemingly fragile woman to be so resilient. He grabbed Feng Heng's shoulder, hooked her arm, and thrust upwards with a sharp crack; the struggling arm immediately went limp. Wu Kun did the same with her other arm, dislocating it as well. Then, with a sinister smile, he twisted Feng Heng's hair and began to slowly and deliberately thrust in and out.
At this point, reason was useless. Feng Heng's dislocated arm hung limply at her side, frozen in place as he continued his humiliation.
Wu Kun hadn't touched a woman in years, let alone a beauty like Feng Heng. After only a few thrusts, his ejaculation was released, a thick stream of semen shooting deep into Feng Heng's throat.
Feng Heng, her robes half-undone, lay limply on the ground, weakly coughing, specks of cloudy semen splattering on her cherry lips, her expression desolate.
"You little bitch, I haven't even fucked your cunt yet, what are you pretending for?
" Wu Kun embraced Feng Heng's soft waist and placed her on a round stool. Her silk underpants were pulled up to her ankles. Feng Heng's waist and hips were supported by the stool, her upper body drooping, her hair scattered on the ground. Her upper body clothing was still intact, but her lower body was completely naked. Her fair, smooth belly was high and protruding, bulging into a round ball, her two jade legs spread diagonally, bent into a smooth, snow-white rhombus. At the top of the rhombus was a peach-leaf-shaped patch of tender, red flesh.
A layer of soft hair covered her fair mound, as if it had been neatly combed. The two lower petals, engorged with blood due to pregnancy, gently opened, their vibrant red color dazzling. A sweet, feminine fragrance wafted through the damp air, causing Wu Kun's penis, which had just ejaculated, to become erect once more.
He plunged his head between Feng Heng's thighs, opening his mouth to bite and suck on her delicate jade gate. Feng Heng's speech point was sealed, her jaw dislocated, and she could only let out weak moans of pain. Wu Kun couldn't hear her, nor did he care. He released her mouth, his two thumbs, bearing teeth marks, extending to pry open the petals. The smooth, tender flesh gently unfolded, revealing a small, closed opening below. The entire secret place was pure red and tender, without a trace of other color, as smooth as red jade. Wu Kun raised his middle finger, pressing the tip against the opening; the warm, tender sensation made him shudder involuntarily.
Feng Heng's beautiful eyes filled with tears as she desperately looked around, trying to find a way to escape. But she couldn't speak or move her hands; no matter how clever her plan, it was useless. Just as she was in despair, her lower abdomen tightened, and that finger had already penetrated her body.
“Damn! This little bitch’s cunt is really tight!” Wu Kun muttered to himself, thrusting forcefully.
The slippery flesh was unusually warm and moist, the result of increased secretions during pregnancy. Thinking of Huang Yaoshi’s child inside her, Wu Kun became even more excited. “Huang Yaoshi! Watch how I fuck your pregnant wife!”
Feng Heng’s lower body was raised high, her entire vulva like an offering on an ivory stool, every detail exposed under the light.
Wu Kun lifted his penis, pressing it against the erect, red mound, the saliva-covered glans easily squeezing into the fragrant flesh.
Feng Heng felt a chill run through her. She had been immersed in boundless happiness. She had met the best man in the world, become his wife, and was pregnant with his child… However, this happy period lasted less than a year before being shattered. What will happen next
? Wu Kun held down Feng Heng's waist and hips, his penis thrusting wildly inside the young woman, his lower abdomen slapping against her swollen belly with a slapping sound. The warm, tender flesh was smoother and more delicate than lips and tongue, the layers of flesh painfully wrapped around his glans, bringing him immense pleasure. "What's so great about Huang Yaoshi
? The cunt he fucked, I, Wu Kun, also fucked his woman, and I, Wu Kun, played with her from head to toe." Wu Kun stripped off Feng Heng's underpants, hoisted her snow-white legs onto his shoulders, and thrust into her again. The white skirt flipped down from her waist, covering Feng Heng's heartbroken face. A pearl hairpin slipped from her hair, glittering and lying horizontally beside her hair.
The monstrous penis thrust forward suddenly, then throbbed and shot out streams of thick semen. This eruption was more violent than the first; semen gushed out, sliding over her delicate, red breasts, pooling on the ivory stool.
Her white dress was lifted, and Feng Heng found the light from the glass lamp so blinding. Defiled without cause, suddenly and unexpectedly, she wouldn't rest in peace even in death.
With her intelligence, she knew Wu Kun would kill her to silence her. And then, her husband would kill everyone on his island and then commit suicide.
Poor Brother Huang… no one could understand him; people treated him like a heretical demon. She had once wanted to spend her life with him, to protect him, to comfort him. Now that was impossible.
Most pitiful was the child in her womb, the child due next month, who would die with her without even knowing if it was a boy or a girl.
Her clothes were pulled open, and hands reached inside, roughly squeezing her breasts. Feng Heng winced in pain. Was he going to continue toying with her
? Wu Kun first picked out the silk handkerchief Feng Heng had used to wipe her sweat, then lifted her up by her shoulders. Feng Heng's delicate neck drooped, her dislocated arm dragging on the ground. Her clothes were open, revealing breasts smoother than silk. Half a month ago, she had begun to produce milk, her breasts swollen with fluid, making them appear even whiter and fuller. Her slightly upturned nipples, like two cherries, stood proudly atop her breasts. Her areolas were slightly swollen, tinged with a shy, delicate red.
Wu Kun grinned smugly, muttering a few words before remembering that his tongue had been cut. He gestured with one hand, saying, "Didn't you say I was ugly? I've fed your two little mouths, now I'm going to drink your milk to replenish myself."
A layer of intense resentment flushed across Feng Heng's pale face.
Wu Kun haphazardly stuffed the silk scarf into Feng Heng's body, then opened his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple.
Feng Heng twisted her delicate neck to the side, her jade-like body trembling with humiliation, a blush spreading across her face. The overflowing liquid in her breasts rippled gently, spurting out from her tightly closed nipples.
Wu Kun swallowed the fragrant colostrum greedily, feeling even more triumphant than Huang Yaoshi had been when he first married Feng Heng.
Soon, both breasts were completely emptied. Her soft, fragrant breasts hung limply on her chest, a few drops of milk still clinging to her nipples.
Wu Kun licked the remaining milk clean with his tongue. His rough tongue scraped against the nipple, causing the tender red nipple to tilt to the side.
Feng Heng shuddered, slowly opening her eyes, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Wu Kun knew what the young woman wanted to say. He raised his hand, making a grasping motion in the air, "I haven't had enough of your cunt yet. He killed my wife, and today I'm going to play with his wife's cunt until it's rotten! I'll make sure the bastard in your belly comes out!"
Feng Heng's chin trembled violently, her tongue quivered frantically, and her two white thighs struggled like dying fish.
Wu Kun stepped on Feng Heng's hip bones, grabbed her smooth, jade-like legs with both hands, twisted and pulled, ripping her legs off as well.
Feng Heng's limbs went limp, a section of her snow-white flesh draped over the ivory stool, her violated private parts covered in semen, a corner of a silk scarf peeking out from her jade gate, trembling slightly between the tender flesh.
9-1
Author: Cao Xueqin
Wu Kun picked up the brush Feng Heng used to memorize the *Nine Yin Manual*, examined it, and tossed it onto the table. He then plucked the thickest wolf-hair brush from the shelf, holding it like a brush in his hand, and began to stroke it across Feng Heng's smooth, white belly.
Beneath the glossy black wolf-hair, a layer of fine fleshy bumps appeared on her snow-white skin. Feng Heng watched his movements with fear, her chest heaving. The sharp wolf-hair brush grazed her belly and slid into her delicate petals. The brush was nearly a foot long and thicker than two fingers, its handle made of nan bamboo, carved with a gnarled plum branch. Wu Kun pulled out a silk handkerchief soaked in semen, and the brush plunged in. The sharp wolf-hair, like a cluster of needles, pierced into her incredibly tender secret place, the tips of the hairs sticking to the fleshy walls, spreading out like an umbrella, rounding and supporting the tender, red opening.
Feng Heng's brows furrowed, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. She was both shocked and in pain, her jade gate involuntarily tightening, gripping the brush tip tightly.
Wu Kun pressed down on her round belly, using force to push the large wolf-hair brush in more than six inches. Between Feng Heng's two plump thighs, a bamboo tube extended straight out, its plum blossoms as red as blood. The other end of the bamboo tube was deeply inserted into delicate flesh, the wolf-hair brush scraping bloody marks
against the flesh, reaching all the way to the center of her vulva, causing excruciating pain. Wu Kun gripped the brush handle, grinning maliciously as he thrust harder. Tiny specks of blood splattered, staining the bench and the floor. He was always bloodthirsty, and the smell of blood made his actions even more ferocious.
Feng Heng's body trembled violently, writhing in agony. The poignant expression of someone stretching their throat but unable to utter a sound brought Wu Kun immense pleasure—Huang Yaoshi, you cut off my tongue, and today I'll play with your wife like this so she won't be able to scream!
Half an hour later, Wu Kun pulled out the wolf-hair brush. Half the brush handle was now blood-red, the sharp tip shattered and broken beyond recognition. Feng Heng's delicate vulva had been pounded into a bloody, mangled hole; the outer petals remained intact, but the inside of her body was completely devoid of healthy flesh.
The already exhausted young woman, further tormented, was now barely breathing. Even with her jaw still clenched and her mute point unsealed, she couldn't scream. Her once bright and beautiful eyes were frozen, unblinking for a long time, only occasionally turning with difficulty. However, her round belly remained calm, showing no sign of agitation despite the severe injury inflicted on her mother.
Such brutal violence, yet still without achieving its goal, made Wu Kun panic. He steeled himself, took another long pen from the shelf, and forcefully shoved the ends of both pens into Feng Heng's body, pulling them apart with force.
The bloodied vaginal opening suddenly gaped open, a wide and long slit torn open. Feng Heng, nearly unconscious, was jolted awake by the tearing pain. She struggled to sit up, her eyes fixed on her ravaged lower body.
The hard pen shafts, separated, pierced her body like a sharp triangle, even revealing the hidden core. Wu Kun exerted force, forcing the pen shafts into the core, tearing a bright red gash in the cervix. Her
smooth, white abdomen rippled like water, and clear amniotic fluid gushed out, instantly filling the entire ivory stool, then quickly flowing down the smooth surface and pooling on the ground. Then, the abdominal ball trembled slightly, and the sleeping fetus awoke, impatiently struggling to move its limbs, slowly sliding out of the uterine cavity.
Wu Kun was overjoyed. He pressed down on the abdominal ball with his large hand, pushing it downwards until the fetus's head emerged from the cervix. He pulled out his pen and helped Feng Heng to her feet.
Feng Heng's legs, pulled loose, were weak and powerless. Her face was pale, her clothes had slipped down to her elbows, revealing her bare, snow-white breasts. Half of her white skirt had fallen down, and the fetus had sunk between her thighs, its mound high and its red flesh rolled up.
Although it was a forced labor, the contractions came as expected. Feng Heng's eyes were unfocused, only a blurry pain remaining, letting her know that her premature fetus was about to be born.
Wu Kun reluctantly pinched her breast, then wiped the semen from her mouth, helped her straighten her clothes, carefully buttoned them, then closed her chin, arms, and legs, finally pulling up her underpants to cover Feng Heng's already spread lower body and fastening the belt. The semen immediately soaked through the underpants, dripping onto the ground; the fetus had already descended between her thighs, spreading the young woman's legs.
After straightening her clothes, Wu Kun placed Feng Heng on the ground, then raised his hand and slapped her on the back of the head. Feng Heng twisted weakly on the ground, then her jade fingers loosened, and her soul vanished.
Wu Kun hid the semen-stained handkerchief, then put the two pens into his pocket, carefully cleaning up all traces before closing the door and slipping away.
As he ran, Wu Kun laughed inwardly. Never before had he been so smug about raping and murdering women. This time, he had not only raped and murdered a woman of unparalleled beauty, but also a heavily pregnant young woman—and, moreover, Huang Yaoshi's wife!
Huang Yaoshi, no matter how powerful you are, your flower-like wife was still played to death by me, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade! This blood-stained green hat must be so comfortable to wear!
He had just reached the bamboo grove when a wild scream came from inside the hermitage. But Wu Kun couldn't hear it. If he could, he would be even happier. That night, Wu Kun couldn't sleep a wink . He savored the soft
, fragrant skin and trembling of Feng Heng, while also feeling uneasy, fearing that Huang Yaoshi would suddenly appear before him and tear him to shreds. The long night finally ended. The next morning, after much hesitation, Wu Kun finally mustered the courage to deliver food to the hermitage. The once exquisite and elegant abode was now a scene of utter chaos, as if swept by a tornado. All the furniture was shattered to pieces, and pools of blood littered the floor, a horrifying sight. Only the glass lamp, a witness to all the carnage, remained intact. Last night, Huang Yaoshi returned to the abode to find his wife lifeless. He cried out and embraced her, finding her body still warm. Without hesitation, he frantically channeled his inner energy into her. After a long while, Feng Heng's eyelashes fluttered, and she weakly moved her red lips, asking, "Boy...girl..." Huang Yaoshi then realized that his wife's lower abdomen had flattened, but a bulge had appeared between her legs. He ripped open her wet undergarments, revealing the fetus lodged between her legs, only its wrinkled little face visible. Huang Yaoshi removed the fetus, glanced at it hastily, and said in a trembling voice, "A girl...it's a girl..." The fetus then let out a loud cry. However, Feng Heng could no longer hear it. Huang Yaoshi mechanically wrapped the fetus, then let out a long howl, a sound that was both a song and a cry, vomiting up a bucket of blood. When Wu Kun entered the hermitage, Huang Yaoshi was holding his wife, sitting on the ground like a piece of stone, oblivious to everything around him. This was a perfect opportunity to ambush him, but just seeing that back view made Wu Kun's heart falter. Three days later, Huang Yaoshi gradually resumed eating. He used ten-thousand-year-old cold jade he had collected from the seabed to carve a jade coffin to preserve his wife's body. Then he summoned Du Dan and ordered him to capture skilled shipbuilders and a wet nurse from the mainland. A beautifully decorated pleasure boat was quickly built. Huang Yaoshi believed that his wife had died from a miscarriage due to excessive worry, and therefore vowed to die for her. He knew that if he died on the island, his body would inevitably be defiled by the mute servants, so after much thought, he built this pleasure boat. The keel of this ship was the same as other ships, except that its hull was held together with raw rubber ropes, meaning it would shatter into pieces when hit by the waves at sea. Huang Yaoshi originally planned to take his wife's jade coffin with him, sail out to sea, and as the waves surged and the ship broke apart, play the "Azure Sea Tide Song" on his flute, burying him with his wife in the vast blue waves. Only in this way could he uphold his status as a grandmaster of martial arts. However, just before setting sail, he couldn't bear to let his daughter die with him. After many days of delay, Huang Yaoshi exhausted his ingenuity to build an incomparably magnificent tomb for his wife, waiting only for his daughter to grow up before he himself would join her in the sea. Wu Kun committed countless crimes; although he loved the limelight and was accustomed to leaving a name, he was extremely swift and decisive. Even though he left some clues, the horrified and maddened Huang Yaoshi failed to notice them. Huang Yaoshi possessed extraordinary intelligence, but intelligent people are often arrogant, and he never imagined that his wife would be tortured to death by a mute servant. Wu Kun spent several months in trepidation, finally breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't given himself away. Whenever he recalled the tragic events of that day, he would take out the silk handkerchief and the two brushes stained with Feng Heng's blood, savoring the memory. A year passed quickly, and before the tomb was even completed, several uninvited guests suddenly arrived at Peach Blossom Island . ********** ... Huang Yaoshi, tilting his head back and rolling his eyes, coldly said, "Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi always keeps his word. I said I would never even glance at your scriptures. When have I ever seen the *Nine Yin Manual* I was reading? It was my wife's copy, not yours!" Wu Kun thought to himself, "So that's it, the real culprit has come knocking." Wang Chongyang was renowned throughout the land, but his junior brother was unremarkable in appearance, with a round, chubby face that was quite comical. Now, his face was full of anger, pouting like a child, exuding innocence and carefree charm—he certainly didn't seem like the uncle of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Zhou Botong angrily retorted, "If you hadn't tricked me out of my scriptures, could your wife have written the *Nine Yin Manual* ? Where is your wife? Let her judge!" Huang Yaoshi's face darkened, and he swept his sleeves and went into the back hall. The hall was entirely white, with incense, candles, and a memorial tablet on the central table. Behind it stood a jade coffin, adorned with countless flowers—it was a mourning hall. Zhou Botong was taken aback, not expecting that Madam Huang had died so young. Huang Yaoshi coldly said, "Old rascal, you don't need to pretend. If you hadn't been showing off your so-called 'true scriptures,' my wife wouldn't have left me." "What?" Zhou Botong was greatly puzzled. Huang Yaoshi stared at him angrily, then suddenly burst into tears, recounting how his wife had been so engrossed in studying the scriptures that her mind had been exhausted, and how she had suffered a miscarriage and died as a result.

Zhou Botong grinned and said, "You're a martial artist, yet you value marital affection so much. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Huang Yaoshi replied, "My wife is extraordinary."
Zhou Botong said, "Now that your wife is dead, you can focus on your training. If it were me, I'd be more than happy! The sooner my wife dies, the better. Congratulations!"
Huang Yaoshi flew into a rage and swung his palm at Zhou Botong. The Old Urchin moved like a child, but his martial arts were truly remarkable. He parried with his left hand and flicked his toes, returning the blow with unparalleled speed. Both were highly skilled martial artists, and they fought fiercely
, evenly matched. Wu Kun was seeing Huang Yaoshi fight with all his might for the first time. He was utterly terrified, unable to comprehend such martial arts. He had been standing outside the house, but the force of their palm strikes forced him to retreat involuntarily.
Such a duel between masters was a once-in-a-lifetime event, and Wu Kun, being a martial artist himself, was unwilling to miss it, hoping to learn even a move or two that would benefit him immensely in the future. However, Zhou and Huang's attacks were incredibly fierce, and he feared that their intense fighting would implicate him, so he retreated to the side of the lotus pond.
Inside the house, the fight was raging when a slight movement suddenly occurred in the flower bushes not far away. Had Wu Kun not possessed exceptional eyesight, he would have missed it entirely. He glanced sideways and was immediately terrified.
Hidden among the flowers were two figures: Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua, who had betrayed their master and fled the island, their whereabouts unknown. Over a year had passed; Chen Xuanfeng's complexion was sallow, his veins prominent, and Mei Ruohua's face had acquired a strange dark aura, no longer the youthful beauty she once was. One was sallow, the other dark, their skin faintly gleaming with a metallic sheen, clearly indicating a significant improvement in their martial arts skills. Peach Blossom Island's martial arts were originally unorthodox, completely different from the profound arts of Buddhism and Taoism. Furthermore, the lower volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* lacked internal energy cultivation methods. Chen Mei and her companion, by forcibly practicing it, had already strayed onto a heretical path
. Wu Kun, fearing they would cause him trouble, abandoned his observation of the battle and quickly fled. Fortunately, Chen Mei, focused intently on the hermitage, failed to notice the culprit who had forced the two to betray their master.
Wu Kun hid in the kitchen for half a day until five peach blossoms bloomed on the wall before heading to the hermitage to receive his orders. On the way, he encountered Du Dan, who, with a hawk-like glint in his eye, brazenly cut in his way. Wu Kun, carrying Chen Mei and her companion, simply ducked past them.
Upon arriving at the hermitage, Huang Yaoshi was holding his one-year-old daughter, Huang Rong, teaching her to babble. He instructed Wu Kun: deliver food and water to Zhou Botong, who was imprisoned in a cave in the back mountains, every day, but do not do anything else. Huang Rong, standing to the side, stretched out her little hands, imitating her father's gestures, and surprisingly, she learned them quite well. Her nose and eyes were exactly like Huang Yaoshi's, but her face was like Feng Heng's, with distinct red and white features, exquisitely beautiful.
Later, Wu Kun learned that Zhou Botong, after having his legs broken by Huang Yaoshi, had sworn a solemn oath: if he couldn't defeat Huang Yaoshi, he would obediently hand over the first volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* if he stepped out of the cave, so that Zhou Botong could burn it as a sacrifice to his deceased wife.
Huang Yaoshi, prone to taking his anger out on others, blamed Zhou Botong for his wife's death, and therefore ordered Du Dan to guard the ships closely; if the Old Urchin broke his oath, he would rather destroy the ships than allow him to leave the island alive.
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Author: Cao Xueqin
It was early winter in a flash. Deep in the sea, Peach Blossom Island enjoyed a warm climate, with a slight chill but no harsh frost.
Feng Heng's tomb was already completed. A clearing had been cleared beside the bamboo grove, planted with countless exotic flowers, all white blossoms, resembling a small lake of flowers from afar, blooming year-round with a constant, enchanting fragrance.
Huang Yaoshi spent his days teaching his daughter and battling Zhou Botong, trying to force him out of his cave. Every evening, he would go to the tomb, sometimes with his daughter, sometimes alone, to play a soft tune on his flute, offering some solace to his deceased wife.
Wu Kun was both shocked and puzzled, and also somewhat admiring. He thought that with Huang Yaoshi's martial arts skills, any beautiful woman in the world would be at his beck and call; such devotion was truly rare.
Chen Mei and Huang Yaoshi exchanged a fleeting glance and then vanished without a trace. The unknown Wu Kun on Peach Blossom Island would never know that a ruthless and wicked couple had been added to the martial arts world. The "Black Wind Duo" had risen to fame, surpassing the long-lost "Eagle Fiend," "Cunning Fox," and "Stained Blade."
Dozens of mute servants remained on the island. Without the restraint of disciples like Qu Lu, the servants, though not daring to offend the Huang family's power, engaged in more private brawls. Du Dan and Ding Baipeng each formed their own factions, constantly clashing with each other. However, no one was killed, and Huang Yaoshi ignored these thugs.
Wu Kun diligently tended the fire in the kitchen, avoiding conflict with both sides, fearing he might slip up in his drunken state and give himself away.
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Less than a quarter of an hour after leaving the kitchen, he arrived at Zhou Botong's cave. Aside from relieving himself, Zhou Botong practiced martial arts, caught insects and ants, and seemed quite content.
Wu Kun remembered Huang Yaoshi's instructions, put down the food, and turned to leave. Since he was deaf and mute, even if the Old Urchin was anxious, there was no way he could talk to him to relieve his boredom.
After waiting for an hour, Wu Kun went back to the cave to collect the dishes. Zhou Botong's broken legs had fully recovered, and he was sitting on the ground, playfully punching and slapping each other.
Wu Kun assumed he was just bored and didn't pay much attention. After collecting his things and leaving the cave, he stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up. The sea was as smooth as a mirror, without a ripple, but a small black dot was quietly approaching the island in the distance. Under the moonlight, it was clearly a small boat. Wu Kun was secretly surprised. Could it be that Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua hadn't given up their evil intentions and had come to spy on the island again
? The small boat drew closer, and he could vaguely see a slender figure, quite different from Mei Ruohua. Wu Kun's curiosity was piqued. He hid the dishes and stealthily made his way to the shore three miles away.
The woman didn't choose a harbor where it was easy to moor her boat, but instead quietly docked at a secluded spot on the west side of the island. She secured the small boat, then lightly leaped behind a rock, her movements clean and swift, revealing a surprisingly strong martial arts skill.
She was petite, with fair skin, resembling a woman from the south. She wore an expensive fox fur coat, its black color contrasting sharply with her snow-white neck. Beneath the coat, a lake-blue tight-fitting garment peeked out, highlighting her rounded, shapely hips.
Judging from her attire and appearance, she was likely a member of a wealthy family. Why would she travel alone through the vast ocean in the dead of night to such a dangerous place as Peach Blossom Island? Wu Kun grew increasingly puzzled. Without reporting to Huang Yaoshi, he quietly hid in the bushes, his eyes fixed intently on the woman.
The woman, her hand on the long sword at her waist, surveyed her surroundings while cautiously making her way towards the island, using the rocks and trees as cover.
"Sneaky movements, either a villain or a thief!" The thought of the word "villain" ignited a burning lust within Wu Kun. The rape and murder of Feng Heng had happened a year and a half ago. Having waited so long, the sudden arrival of a beautiful woman on the island was like a gift from heaven!
Just as his lust was aroused, the woman suddenly lowered her head, revealing a strand of gray hair from beneath her blue cloth veil.
Wu Kun's heart sank. She was an old woman!
Enraged, Wu Kun leaped up, pouncing like a hungry tiger. Hearing the whoosh, the woman turned around in horror. Wu Kun felt a blur before his eyes and nearly fell onto the rocks. Although her
hair was gray, her face was like jade, making her appear no more than twenty years old. She had long, arched eyebrows, bright, star-like eyes, and an exceptionally beautiful face. She stepped back two paces, crossed her hands, and demanded in a low voice, "Who are you
?" Wu Kun froze for a moment, then suddenly grinned maliciously, licking his lips. This was his usual habit, but now, with half his tongue missing, it scraped against his gaping maw, making him look like a demon in the moonlight. (Author: Cao Xueqin,
10-2)

The woman, terrified, leaped into the flowerbed, forgetting all about fighting. She had only taken a few steps when she found herself surrounded by winding paths, leading nowhere. Startled, she stopped and looked back, only to find herself back amidst the same crisscrossing flower paths, clusters of wildflowers blooming out of season, a riot of colors. Not only could she no longer discern where she had come from, but even the sea that had been so close had vanished without a trace.
The woman, who had come to rescue someone with sheer courage, now realized upon reaching the island that Peach Blossom Island truly lived up to its name. Every flower and tree was exquisitely arranged, possessing the subtle interplay of yin and yang, the reversal of heaven and earth. Thinking of the hideous demon she had just witnessed, cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Listening intently, she heard no sound; the vast island seemed to be inhabited only by her.
In her moment of bewilderment, a long, dark blue rope swept across the ground and tightly wrapped around her ankle. The woman was terrified and quickly leaped up, her slender legs retracting
swiftly. The black rope tightened with a "snap," followed by a powerful surge that pulled the young woman's delicate body through the air, involuntarily dragging her into the flower bushes. Wu Kun, having succeeded in his attack, was about to seal her pressure points for some more pleasure when he saw the woman slightly raise her middle finger, aiming directly at her vital point—a swift and skillful technique, quite remarkable.
Wu Kun blocked with his elbow and then thrust his knee forcefully into the woman's abdomen. The woman rolled to the side, drew her long sword with a backhand, a flash of green light, severing the rope, and fell to the ground. Then, with a feint of her left hand pressing down and her right hand thrusting out the sword, she executed a move called "Stabilizing Yang Needle," surprisingly a Quanzhen sword technique.
Wu Kun's belt had already been cut; he immediately removed his green robe and covered the woman's head with it, secretly kicking up a puff of fine sand with his toe. The woman's martial arts skills were not weak, but her understanding of the ways of the martial world was far shallow. Her eyes stung, blinded by the fine sand. She immediately lost her footing, her long sword flashing wildly, but she didn't know where her enemy was. After a moment, a sudden numbness shot through her ribs, and her delicate body collapsed limply among the flowers.
Wu Kun picked up the curvaceous woman's body and, meandering east and west, rushed to the back of Finger Flicking Peak, arriving at the Qingyin Cave at its foot. Two years ago, Hu Lin had perished here, and the boulder had remained wedged inside, making the cave much shallower.
He climbed the boulder, squeezed through a crevice to the back of the cave, and threw the woman onto the damp stone slab. Normally, the mute servants were all busy with their duties, and few came here. Even if they did, they wouldn't notice the cave behind the boulder. This place was closest to Wu Kun's residence, but at least five li away from Huang Yaoshi's abode, the Old Urchin's residence, and the servants' quarters. Even if she shouted, no one would hear her, especially since most of the servants on the island were mute and couldn't hear her at all.
Once the pressure point to silence her was released, the woman immediately asked in rapid succession, "Who are you? Who are you
?" Wu Kun smiled sinisterly, stuck out his tongue, pointed to his ear, and then shook his head.
The woman was stunned for a long time, seemingly unable to believe that this fierce man could be deaf and mute. In her surprise and doubt, the fierce man stretched out his two large hands, grabbed the collar of his fox fur coat, and pulled it open. With a few soft clattering sounds, the gold buttons fell one by one onto the wet stone, swaying slightly. She screamed and struggled to get away, but with the pressure point under her ribs still open, she couldn't even lift a finger. Seeing that the man was about to tear open her tight-fitting clothes, she cried out urgently, "Let me go! Go and call Huang Yaoshi out, I, Liu Ying, have something to say!"
Wu Kun didn't care about her; at this moment, the arrow was on the bowstring, and even if it was a phoenix, he would rape her first.
The woman, upon arriving on the island, was inexplicably subdued by this strange man dressed as a servant. Now, facing further humiliation, her fear seemed about to explode. Her clothes ripped open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. In her desperation, the young woman cried out, "Let go! I...I am the Imperial Consort of Dali!"
Liu Ying: Twenty-one years old, Imperial Consort of Dali, had an affair with Zhou Botong and bore him a son. After the affair was exposed, Zhou Botong left Dali, and her son was killed by Qiu Qianren, turning her hair white overnight.
Wu Kun was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He had slept with countless women, but had never tasted the pleasures of an imperial consort, let alone the concubine of the Southern Emperor. Dali was a small kingdom in the southwest, but its ruler, Duan Zhixing, was renowned in the martial arts world, known as the "Emperor of the South," and was considered one of the top masters of his time, alongside the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Northern Beggar, and Central Divine.
Of the Five Greats, only Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing had ever been married. Now, he had raped both of their wives! How glorious it would be to say in the martial world, "What Five Greats? All the married ones have been raped by me, Wu Kun the Bloodthirsty Blade!"
Liu Ying hadn't expected that revealing her identity would only excite the thug even more. She begged and threatened. But Wu Kun was deaf to her words, his hawk-like eyes gleaming fiercely. He hooked his hand on the torn fabric, but instead of parting it, he ripped it straight down. With a "rip," a piece of the tough silk was torn from his chest.
The lake-blue silk slid down to his side, revealing a bright red bra. Beneath the bra, round, fragrant breasts stood high, trembling incessantly. Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with greed. He spread his hands, grabbed the two plump mounds of flesh through the bra, and began to knead them roughly.
Liu Ying trembled with pain, her pretty face drained of all color. The sand in her eyes hadn't been cleared; her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her face, making her look utterly pitiful. "Please...don't touch me..." Her initial courage had vanished, and the beautiful concubine pleaded tearfully.
Wu Kun grinned maliciously and released her. Liu Ying felt a sense of relief, but then saw him grab her fox fur coat and tear it to shreds in a few swift movements. Before Liu Ying could react, Wu Kun's fingers, like hooks, ripped her bodysuit, bra, and undergarments into strips. In the blink of an eye, those gorgeous clothes were reduced to a pile of rags. Small items from her pockets fell to the ground.
Now Liu Ying understood; he would never let her go...
The pale moonlight filtered through the cracks in the rocks, illuminating the beautiful female body in the cave. Liu Ying was the Southern Emperor's favorite concubine, and at this time, she was in her prime. Although not as stunningly beautiful as Feng Heng, she was still a rare beauty.
Wu Kun grabbed her ankles, spread them apart, and pushed them upwards, folding her soft body over.
Liu Ying had recently given birth, and her limbs were plump. Her fair mons pubis was covered with thick hair, plump and pleasing. Between the glossy black hair, her two thick labia were a smooth, vibrant red, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin. Her breasts, nestled between her legs, resembled two mounds of white, oily substance, swaying slightly, almost overflowing.
Wu Kun bent over, pressing his penis against the woman's body, and without hesitation, thrust it in.
Liu Ying's delicate neck arched back, her head resting on the stone slab, tears streaming down her face. The dry, tight vagina felt like it was being stabbed with a dull knife, each stab a searing pain. She gasped for breath, her limp neck swaying weakly, as if pleading, or perhaps in disbelief.
Wu Kun thrust all the way in, then began to pump wildly. Her vagina, already swollen from childbirth, tightened with pain, the tender walls clinging tightly to his penis, giving him a pressure no less intense than that of a virgin.
After a while, Liu Ying's lower body involuntarily secreted a honeyed fluid, becoming a tantalizingly slippery liquid. Wu Kun's thrusts became even smoother; he held the young woman's full, snowy buttocks, his penis relentlessly moving in and out between her red, tender petals, until Liu Ying's eyes rolled back, and she cried out incessantly, "Ah ah!"
Half an hour later, Wu Kun slammed his lower abdomen hard, and a thick stream of semen shot out. He pulled out his penis, hooked his hands around her petals, spread them wide, and brought his oily, ugly face close to hers.
Liu Ying's private parts were spread wide open, revealing a rounded entrance between the tender, red flesh, opening and closing with a panting motion. A stream of cloudy white semen flowed continuously from within, filling the cave with an atmosphere of debauchery .
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Upon reaching the Sword Testing Pavilion, they found over thirty mute servants divided into two groups, each with a fierce expression. Leading them were Du Dan and Ding Baipeng. Each group had seven or eight skilled martial artists of varying levels, the rest being ordinary individuals. Du Dan was the strongest among the mute servants, but he was arrogant and disdainful of others, surrounded by henchmen he had beaten and feared. In terms of sheer strength, he was outnumbered by Ding Baipeng's men. Wu Kun was also a well-known figure in the martial arts
world, and both sides wanted to recruit him. However, he preferred to protect himself and keep a low profile. He pretended not to see them, avoiding the crowd, and crept into the flower bushes. Wu Kun circled around, making sure no one was behind him before quietly slipping down the mountain. Inside Qingyin Cave,
it was still dimly lit. Liu Ying, her acupoints sealed, lay with her legs spread wide on the cold stone floor, staring blankly at the cave wall. Her throbbing vagina had already closed, but traces of dried semen remained on the petals. Wu Kun thrust two fingers into Liu Ying's body, stirring them wildly until the vagina was slightly wet, then immediately entered her. Liu Ying had been abducted for six hours, now frozen and hungry, unable to even cry out. She deeply regretted her recklessness, which had led to her current predicament, being humiliated by the servants of Peach Blossom Island. She didn't know how much longer she would be violated, or if she could ever leave this place alive. After a few thrusts, Wu Kun noticed that the vagina was no longer as tight as yesterday, loose and tasteless. He impatiently pinched the woman's breast hard; Liu Ying's body only tensed slightly, and before she could contract her vaginal muscles, she stopped moving. Wu Kun wrapped his arms around Liu Ying's soft waist, turning her over into a kneeling position, then cupped her two snow-white buttocks, spreading her plump, round buttocks flat. Her buttocks were a pale red, with scattered white semen stains. Between her plump thighs, a cluster of tender red flesh turned downwards, like a blooming flower. Up the cleft of her buttocks was a light brown orifice, surrounded by dense anal veins. Wu Kun pressed his middle finger against the anus and pushed inwards. The anal flesh caved in easily, incredibly smooth. Liu Ying's anus had never been invaded by a foreign object before; her beautiful eyes widened, terrified. Wu Kun raised his penis, dripping with semen, and thrust it forcefully into her anus. The glans was much thicker than his finger, and his rough action instantly tore Liu Ying's anus apart. He smeared a trickle of bright red blood on Liu Ying's lips, laughing triumphantly. The young woman's clear, jade-like face lay on the ground, her gray hair disheveled like a pile of withered grass. Her gaze wandered, suddenly stopping on a brightly colored object. It was a brocade handkerchief, cut into the shape of a child's bib, embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, their white heads intertwined, deeply in love. Between the two ducks was a gruesome knife wound, splattered with blackened blood. Liu Ying was instantly stunned—it was the keepsake left by the child she had stabbed to death with her own hands. The penis mercilessly tore through her anus, plunging deep into her plump, white buttocks. The writhing intestinal walls seemed endless, allowing the penis to penetrate infinitely. Wu Kun's fierce assault tore the young woman's untouched rear to pieces. When he withdrew, Liu Ying's round buttocks seemed unable to close, her small anus suddenly ripped open, dripping with blood. Liu Ying seemed oblivious to the pain, raising her bloodied, plump buttocks high, her expression blank, motionless. Wu Kun kicked her to the ground, fastening his pants and sneering, "I'll fuck you seventy or eighty times, then send you to your death . But I'll keep those tits and that ass... " **************** ... Huang Rong was not yet two years old. Her bright, dark eyes sparkled, and her small face was like a piece of spring snow, exquisite and beautiful beyond compare. Huang Yaoshi ignored the bloodstains in the pavilion, only pointing a finger at Wu Kun. Wu Kun was flattered and hurriedly followed behind, wondering to himself—Huang Yaoshi always looked down on lowly creatures like them, so why was he suddenly calling him? (Author: Cao Xueqin ) Passing the Jicui Pavilion, a large expanse of white flowers appeared before them, lush and verdant, each tree exuding its own fragrance, layer upon layer like a sea of flowers. Among the white flowers, something rose high—a large tomb entirely made of white marble, with the inscription "Tomb of Lady Feng, the Mistress of Peach Blossom Island." Huang Yaoshi put down his daughter, pushed the tombstone three times to the left, then three times to the right, and then moved it forward. The tombstone slowly moved aside, revealing a stone-paved passageway. Entering the passageway, after three turns, a mechanism was activated, opening a stone door and leading into the burial chamber. Huang Yaoshi lit a tinderbox and lit a glass lamp before the coffin. The walls and tables inside were filled with antiques and rare artifacts, famous paintings and calligraphy—each a priceless masterpiece. Even Wu Kun, a man of countless crimes, was secretly astonished. Huang Yaoshi, in his prime, roamed the land, whether in imperial palaces, the homes of wealthy officials, or the strongholds of notorious bandits. Wherever there were rare treasures, he would either openly seize them or steal them secretly, never stopping until he had them in his hands. He was not only skilled in martial arts but also possessed exceptional eyesight, amassing countless rare treasures, all of which were now placed in his deceased wife's tomb. A pure white felt curtain hung in the tomb chamber, and on the altar before it lay a portrait of a woman with snow-white skin and a beautiful face, lifelike in its depiction. Her remains lay quietly behind the curtain in a cold jade coffin. Huang Yaoshi, holding his daughter, sat nestled before the curtain, recounting the trivialities of their life together. He spoke freely and eloquently, his words, even about small matters, possessing an unparalleled air of nonchalance. After a long while, Huang Yaoshi rose and instructed Wu Kun to come daily to clean the tomb chamber and replace the fresh flowers before the altar. Wu Kun nodded repeatedly, but his eyes darted around, plotting how to steal the treasures from the tomb and then escape back to land in Liu Ying's small boat. Wu Kun suppressed his lust and waited until the afternoon before sneaking to Qingyin Cave to find the woman who claimed to be a concubine of the Southern Emperor. He planned to have sex with her a couple more times, then kill her tonight to silence her and find an opportunity to escape. Anyway, Huang Yaoshi had already sworn never to leave the island again, and in less than two days, the Bloodthirsty Blade Wu Kun could return to the martial world! Excitedly rushing to Qingyin Cave, Wu Kun squeezed into a crevice and almost shit himself in fright. Bloodstains were still visible on the stone, but the beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen! A chill ran through him, and Wu Kun shivered. He had been enjoying himself that morning and forgot to seal her acupoints again. Now that the woman's acupoints had released themselves, she had most likely already escaped. Without hesitation, he immediately ran towards the sea to see if the small boat was still there. If Liu Ying were to leave the island and flee, all would be well; but if she went to find Huang Yaoshi, his own life would be in danger. He had no choice but to escape by boat immediately. Entering the peach grove, he saw a group of mute servants standing shadowy in the woods, led by a burly man—Eagle Fiend Du Dan. Wu Kun hesitated, quietly tightening his clothes and lying in wait in the woods. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊An hour earlier, Liu Ying's acupoints had released on their own. Her clothes, torn to shreds by Wu Kun, left her with no choice but to take the brocade handkerchief, barely covering her lower body, and crawl out of the stone cave, running towards the sea by instinct.

The mechanisms on Peach Blossom Island were ingenious; the moment she stepped into the flowerbed, she immediately lost her way. Liu Ying was naked, hungry, and cold, her groin throbbing with pain. The more she walked, the more panicked she became, unknowingly stepping into a death trap.
Fortunately, this was only the outer perimeter of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi, fearing someone might mistakenly land on the island and unwilling to harm the innocent, hadn't laid any dangerous traps.
In her panic, Liu Ying lost her footing, and her ankle tightened instantly, entangled in a rope noose. After a night of torment, her martial arts skills were reduced to less than ten percent. Caught off guard, she found herself hanging naked upside down in mid-air. Without thinking, she quickly pressed her legs together and her hands tightly against her abdomen. The trees weren't very tall; her hands were only about a foot off the ground. But Liu Ying had been in such a hurry that she hadn't even brought her sword. After struggling for a moment, she could only bend over and use her fingers to untie the rope around her ankle.
Just as she finished loosening her clothes, a sudden pain shot through the back of her head as her hair was violently grabbed. Startled, Liu Ying turned around to see more than ten thugs dressed similarly to the man who had attacked her, their eyes fixed on her alluring body, burning with lust. Liu Ying felt dizzy and nearly fainted.
A burly man with a thick beard grinned, grabbing the young woman's hair and pulling her body straight, then grabbing her knees and prying them apart. Liu Ying's martial arts skills were inferior to Du Dan's, and now, weak in the limbs, she barely managed to stretch her legs before they were spread wide.
Du Dan ripped off the brocade handkerchief covering Liu Ying's body, his large, hairy hand gripping her private parts and forcefully thrusting into her tender flesh. One of Liu Ying's jade-like legs was raised straight up, suspended from a branch by a rope; the other leg was stretched out flat, one vertical and one horizontal
, smooth and long. It was as if a mesmerizing jade frame hung suspended in the air. She cried and screamed, but only she could hear her. The mute servants grinned, their tongues now only half-eaten, like a group of demons. Du Dan and the others had been cooped up on the island for a long time, their fierce battle with Ding Baipeng having yielded no victory, leaving them seething with rage. Seeing a naked woman, they disregarded everything else, immediately grabbing Liu Ying's legs and pulling her down until they touched the ground. Then, they stomped down, firmly pressing their feet against the young woman's snow-white soles. Liu Ying's legs were stretched into a straight line, her right ankle raised high in the air, while her left foot was pressed into the mud. A sharp pain shot through her groin, as if it were being torn apart, but what tormented her even more was her humiliating position. Her thighs were spread wide, her private parts completely exposed to everyone. The two smooth, tender labia minora curled open amidst her pubic hair, every tiny fold clearly visible. Her perineum bulged, like a smooth jade ridge, separating her vulva from her anus. Her injured anus was stained with blood, like a weeping chrysanthemum trembling slightly in the sunlight. Someone had already bound her arms behind her back, the ropes tightening inwards to make her chest thrust forward. Liu Ying's upper body slumped, her two plump breasts hanging heavily from her sides, as if about to break her slender waist. Liu Ying's red lips parted, murmuring to herself, but no one paid any attention to what she was saying. Du Dan took the lead, grabbing her upright thighs and thrusting hard. After he finished, Wu Jian, without giving Liu Ying a moment to catch her breath, immediately thrust into her. The surrounding mute servants had all stripped off their lower garments, their erect penises groping and fondling Liu Ying's voluptuous body. Liu Ying felt as if she were in a nightmare she couldn't wake from . Having lived a life of luxury and pride, she never imagined that upon arriving on Peach Blossom Island, without even seeing Huang Yaoshi, she would fall into the clutches of a group of deaf-mute servants, subjected to their rape. ********** ... Although Peach Blossom Island was considered a place of evil, Huang Yaoshi, always upright and honorable, would never tolerate such beastly behavior on the island! Seeing Huang Yaoshi raise an eyebrow, Wu Kun knew he was plotting murder and was secretly delighted. He had long disliked Du Dan and couldn't let this opportunity slip by. Huang Yaoshi was stern and never listened to reason; he would likely kill them all before they could even speak. Hearing the sounds from the forest, Huang Yaoshi lightly leaped into the air, arriving at the scene in a few bounds. There, a mute servant straddled a plump, white buttocks, his penis protruding from between his legs, erect and inserted into the swollen, red anus, enjoying himself immensely. Huang Yaoshi flicked his sleeve, covering the mute servant's head. The servant froze abruptly, stopping in a bizarre posture. Huang Yaoshi grabbed the man by the collar and tossed him aside as if he were a trivial object, then coldly swept his gaze across the entire area. The mute servants' knees buckled, and they all knelt down with a thud. Several of the more timid ones even soiled themselves, terrified out of their wits. The woman remained prostrate on the ground, her round buttocks raised high, assuming a lewd posture of surrender. Huang Yaoshi frowned, picked up a mute servant's lower garment and covered her, asking, "Who are you ?" The woman slowly turned her head. Wu Kun, who had arrived from behind, was startled. In less than half an hour, Liu Ying's once-white hair had turned completely silver. One side of her jade-like face was covered in dirt as she murmured, "Zhou Botong..." Huang Yaoshi's expression immediately changed. "...I am the Southern Emperor's concubine..." Liu Ying said blankly, her tone as if she were talking in her sleep. Huang Yaoshi's face showed disdain. He was not a man of propriety and had never looked down on virtuous women. Although Liu Ying's licentious behavior was intolerable to the world, Huang Yaoshi didn't care. However, he had a good relationship with the Southern Emperor and harbored deep hatred for Zhou Botong. His own wife had died because of Zhou Botong, and he wished he could kill his wife to avenge her death. But now, seeing her, a noble concubine, being humiliated, he felt he had avenged himself completely and was quite satisfied. Huang Yaoshi strode away, making a few hand gestures before leaving, instructing his mute servant to escort her away at sunset. 12-1 Author: Cao Xueqin To be able to escape with one's life from Huang Yaoshi's hands was truly a blessing from one's ancestors. Du Dan and the others, still shaken, caught sight of Wu Kun and knew he was the one who had betrayed them; they were all filled with intense hatred. Wu Kun hadn't expected Huang Yaoshi to handle things this way. His attempt to steal a chicken had backfired spectacularly: he'd lost the boat he planned to use for escape and had also incurred the wrath of Du Dan and his men—a truly disastrous outcome. Seeing the fierce glint in Ying Sha's eyes, Wu Kun quickly fled. Du Dan angrily waved his hand, ordering everyone to continue. Wu Jian, still shaken, gestured, "The island lord ordered her to leave the island." Du Dan walked behind Liu Ying, grabbed her protruding buttocks, and thrust into her anus, gesturing as he vigorously fucked her, "The island lord said sunset, there's still an hour left." The mute servants grinned, completely forgetting their companion's recent tragic death, and rushed to swarm and take turns raping her. Liu Ying felt as if her two lower orifices were being relentlessly pounded by one hard penis after another. Her buttocks felt as if they had been stabbed in two from the center. From her hands to her feet, her whole body was in excruciating pain. She wished she could just die to avoid further torment.

After the mute servants ejaculated all their semen into her body, Liu Ying had already endured dozens of acts of rape. She lay stiffly on the ground, her lower abdomen filthy, covered in yellow and white semen. Thick hair clung tightly to her mons pubis, her labia majora swollen and swollen. The tear in her anus was at least two fingers wide, the anal sinuses protruding, almost pulling out the intestinal walls. Her two snow-white breasts were covered with intertwined blue and red teeth marks and pinch marks, a horrifying sight. Her
bright red nipples, as if ripped off, lay limply to one side.
With a little time left before sunset, Du Dan thrust his fingers into Liu Ying's genitals, a soft "squeak" sound followed, and overflowing semen splattered out, mixed with streaks of bright red blood, landing on her smooth inner thighs. Du Dan hooked her hips and lifted her mons pubis high, then stretched out his huge hand and ripped off her pubic hair.
Her snow-white mons pubis was lifted up as if torn off, then fell back down, the pubic hair already ripped away, leaving only a few specks of blood on her snow-white skin.
Du Dan vented his hatred on Liu Ying, not only plucking all the hair from her genitals but also burning off the silver hair in her hair. Only then did he drag her towards the sea. Hairless,
Liu Ying looked like a pretty little nun. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she stumbled along, her calves scratched by branches and grass. When she saw the azure sea, all her strength seemed to drain away. Her legs gave way, and she knelt on the beach, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
The mute servants found her small boat but didn't let her board easily. None of the mute servants were kind; they had just been thankful to have escaped with their lives, but now they felt it was truly unpleasant to let this once-imperial beauty leave like this.
Du Dan pulled the rope from the bow of the boat, passed it between Liu Ying's legs, and then pointed to the small boat, gesturing for her to walk over.
Wu Jian broke off a branch about an inch thick, wrapped the brocade handkerchief around it, and forcefully stuffed it into her anus.
Her lower abdomen, now plucked of all hair, was covered in dripping blood, with not an inch of good flesh left. With the hard object inserted in her anus, Liu Ying couldn't straighten her back; she could only bend over, crawling towards the small boat as if on a rope. At this moment, she was willing to pay any price to get on the boat and leave Peach Blossom Island.
The boat rope was about the thickness of a thumb, made of braided hemp rope. Du Dan flicked his hand, and the rope immediately sliced into her secret place like a blade, embedding itself deeply in her petals. Liu Ying staggered, almost falling. She struggled to steady herself, her hands behind her back, limping as she tried to take steps. She had been repeatedly violated by having her left foot stepped on until the mute servant, who knew no martial arts, could no longer restrain her and she was finally released, her foot already severely injured.
The branches inside her anus constantly scraped against the ropes, sending waves of excruciating pain through her. Liu Ying was forced to lower her head and chest, desperately arching her round buttocks. From behind, her private parts were fully exposed. Her anus was stretched full by the branches, the wound bursting open, bleeding profusely. A corner of a silk handkerchief peeked out from inside her anus, like a small red flag fluttering between her snow-white buttocks.
Below, her labia were ravaged and loose, like two lips helplessly holding the rope. Her delicate private parts were already red and swollen, and now, rubbed by the rough boat rope, the skin was torn and bleeding. With each difficult step, blood mixed with semen gushed from her vagina, flowing down her jade-like legs and into her footprints on the sand.
Liu Ying, panting, stared blankly at the small boat ahead. Her scarred breasts, like mottled hanging bells, swayed from side to side. The boat rope between her legs seemed to be pulling ever longer from her body, every inch dripping with her blood.
The setting sun sank into the azure sea, leaving only a blood-red glow.
When Liu Ying reached the boat, she could no longer support herself and collapsed heavily into the cabin, unconscious. A deep bloodstain was left on her lower abdomen, running from her mons pubis to her perineum, piercing through her entire vulva. Her clitoris seemed to have been ground to dust by the boat rope, leaving no trace.
Du Dan threw the rope onto the boat, grabbed a wooden oar, and inserted the handle into Liu Ying's bloodied flesh, then pushed the small boat into the sea. Although the mute servants were reluctant to part with this beautiful flesh, none of them considered disobeying the island lord's orders.
Even Ying Sha dared not kill her and dump her body into the sea.
The tide rose and fell, and the small boat carrying the beautiful woman who had suffered so much abuse drifted further and further away.
(12-2
Author: Cao Xueqin
) The next day, Huang Yaoshi chopped off the hands of all the mute servants who participated in the rape as a warning.
This created a blood feud between Wu Kun and Du Dan's gang. He became even more cautious, cooking and delivering food and cleaning the tomb every day, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Although Du Dan was furious, he dared not cause trouble without cause. After half a year, both sides became somewhat complacent.
Every day, Wu Kun would clean the tomb before Huang Yaoshi arrived. The work wasn't heavy, just a bit tedious.
Wu Kun wasn't knowledgeable about calligraphy, paintings, or antiques; his eyes were only on gold and silver. Unfortunately, there were very few gold and silver inlaid items in the tomb, but some pearls and jade ornaments looked quite valuable and could be exchanged for silver on land.
Huang Yaoshi arrived a little late today. He had just replaced the flowers before the coffin when he entered, hands clasped behind his back. He hadn't brought his daughter with him; he sat alone before the felt curtain, playing a soft tune. After a long while, Huang Yaoshi put away his jade flute, lifted the curtain, and stroked the jade coffin, his expression somber. He had lived a lonely life, without a single soulmate in the world. He had a beautiful, understanding wife, but now they were separated by death—what use was his martial arts prowess
? Huang Yaoshi let out a long howl, releasing all the pent-up emotions in his chest, and then left the tomb without looking back.
Wu Kun's face was deathly pale. Although he couldn't hear the sound of that howl, the internal force it contained still affected his own true energy. He threw off his towel, sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the portrait before the coffin.
In the painting, Feng Heng still gazed at him with a captivating smile. A faint fragrance wafted through the air, seemingly her unique scent.
Before his blood and qi could settle, Wu Kun leaped up and slipped behind the felt curtain.
A chill swept over him; the jade coffin glowed with a bluish-green light, like ice. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, without any decoration, just as naturally beautiful as Feng Heng had been in life.
Wu Kun's heart pounded, his hands trembling as he gripped the coffin lid. The jade coffin, without nails or pins, slid open with a gentle push.
Inside, a layer of pearls shimmered, reflecting a flawless, beautiful face. Feng Heng lay quietly inside, as if fast asleep. She wore her favorite white robes, radiant and spotless.
Wu Kun involuntarily held his breath, as if afraid to wake the sleeping beauty. After a long pause, he let out a heavy breath, carefully extending a finger to touch the tip of her small nose. The finger probed into the coffin like plunging into icy water, chilling to the bone. Feng Heng's nose was icy to the touch, yet still supple.
Wu Kun then touched her slightly pale lips, finding them as smooth and tender as when she was alive, instantly arousing his lust. If there was no living one, the dead would do!
The jade coffin was made of ancient, cold jade from the seabed, ensuring a corpse would remain intact for millennia. Feng Heng had been dead for over two years; not only could her limbs still bend, but her skin remained as smooth as ever, feeling like a cool, smooth piece of silk.
Wu Kun clumsily unbuttoned Feng Heng's clothes, removing her garments one by one. He usually raped women; such meticulous care was unprecedented in his life.
Wu Kun leaped into the jade coffin and bent down. After a moment, two jade feet suddenly emerged from the coffin, tilting slightly upwards. They then swayed gently back and forth, like a pair of jade branches.
The secret place, shredded by the wolf-hair brush, had been cleaned up; the umbilical cord and placenta had been removed, leaving only a clean, fleshy orifice. Wu Kun embraced the cold female body and thrust in effortlessly. His glans felt as if it had entered an ice cave, so cold it almost froze his blood. He quickly channeled his inner energy to resist the chill.
After a few moments of thrusting, Wu Kun gradually felt the wonder of the vaginal opening. The tender flesh was as smooth as ever, though a little cool, it was still a woman's body. Especially the drooping uterus, suspended shallowly within the opening, the glans pressing against that soft flesh, an indescribable pleasure. The only flaw was that the opening was slightly loose and didn't contract—but for a woman who had died from a miscarriage, it was already perfect.
Wu Kun continued thrusting, his hands cupping Feng Heng's delicate face, licking it up and down. His blood-red, severed tongue felt like a sharp blade scraping against the young woman's brow and lips, yet her jade-like face remained unmoved. Feng Heng's eyes were slightly closed, a faint, sorrowful smile seemingly lingering on her lips. She hadn't told her husband the truth before her death, fearing he would become enraged and harm himself, but unexpectedly, she faced humiliation once more because of it. But this time, she wouldn't feel pain.
After a long while, Wu Kun climbed out of the jade coffin, carefully dressed
himself in the silk robes, wiped the saliva from the female corpse's face, closed the coffin, and quietly left. That evening, Huang Yaoshi, carrying his daughter, brought her to the tomb chamber and sighed softly before the spirit tablet. He was unaware that within his beloved wife's body lay the semen
of
a mute servant. ********** ... Just as he crawled into the coffin, the lid suddenly trembled slightly, indicating that someone had activated the mechanism of the tomb door. Wu Kun was so frightened that his heart jumped into his throat, and he almost fainted. He quickly closed the coffin lid, lay down on Feng Heng's cold and soft body, and dared not breathe. A flash of fire lit up the glass lamp in front of the coffin. A dashing and handsome silhouette was revealed through the felt curtain—it was Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. He had been unable to sleep and had come to his wife's coffin seeking solace. However, once he arrived, he had nothing to say. Huang Yaoshi left quietly at dawn. This was a real hardship for Wu Kun inside the coffin. He had been frozen all night, and even with his extraordinary martial arts skills, his lips were blue from the cold. Exhausted, he crawled out of the jade coffin, panting for a long time, and then angrily dragged the corpse out and threw it onto the coffin. Feng Heng's toes were still about a foot off the ground, her two pink legs, even more translucent than the jade coffin, draped over the sides, supporting her rounded, snow-white buttocks. Her upper body was folded inside the coffin, so from behind, only her jade-like legs and snow-white buttocks were visible. Her buttocks were as white as snow, shaped like a round mirror, with a thin slit running straight down the center, dividing her pink buttocks into two halves. The slit widened, splitting into two arcs near the base of her legs, outlining the shape of her buttocks. At the junction of the two arcs, a soft, smooth mound rose slightly—the location of her mons pubis. Prying open the slit, one could see a tiny hole, the size of a little fingertip, embedded in the center of the bottom, with fine lines branching out from within, like a pale red flower. Although Feng Heng's body was well-preserved, it was irreparable if damaged. Wu Kun, contrary to his usual rudeness, took out a bottle of oil from his pocket, dipped his fingertip in a little, and applied it around his anus. Feng Heng's anus was tight and narrow, pink in color, clearly unused. Wu Kun hadn't expected to beat Huang Yaoshi to the punch, and almost burst out laughing. He held the corpse down with one hand and spread the slippery buttocks with the other, his penis tentatively inserting into the anus. The glans went in slightly, the anal sphincter opening widened, the weakened sphincter muscles like a small, elastic band. The greasy opening resisted for a moment, then finally opened its entrance helplessly, spitting out the glans and enveloping it. Feng Heng's anus was even more exquisite than Liu Ying's, tight, slippery, and soft in every way, especially the anal sphincter, which seemed like a small hand tightly gripping the penis, opening and closing with each thrust, as if it were alive. The light from the glass lamp had gone out, and in the darkness, only two snow-white jade legs could be seen dangling in mid-air, spread apart. An ugly black shadow stood between the legs, arching his back and thrusting violently. A faint pearly light shone from the coffin, illuminating a round, jade-like buttocks, and inserted into these buttocks was a blurry black rod. Only the area near the buttocks, illuminated by the jade-white skin, revealed the bulging veins of the rod. Feng Hengzhen's head hung quietly in the coffin, her jade-like face expressionless. Like a sleeping fairy, she was completely unaware of the defilement she had suffered. Wu Kun thrust wildly, as if possessed. The ecstatic pleasure of the defiled celestial being made him want to shout, wishing the whole world knew that he was fucking Huang Yaoshi's wife's asshole. In his heart, he cried out: Huang Yaoshi! I, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade, will never be your slave forever! One day, I'll let you know how I played with your wife to death—that bitch Guan Wei died, fine, but your wife died and I played with her asshole! 13-1 Author: Cao Xueqin Winter passed and spring came, and in a flash, ten years of Jiading had passed. Wu Kun had been on Peach Blossom Island for twenty years. The once strong and muscular man now had graying temples and a desolate face, no longer possessing his former ferocity. The reputation of Blood Blade Wu Kun had long been forgotten by the martial arts world. Even if he met an old acquaintance on a narrow road, he would not recognize this old servant in blue clothes and a small hat as the infamous bandit who roamed the lakes and seas. Time flies, and most of the mute servants are now old and frail. Wu Kun has watched Huang Rong grow from an infant into a beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth, and even the handsome Huang Yaoshi has graying temples. The only constants were the blooming and fading of flowers on Peach Blossom Island and the rolling blue waves beyond. Life in seclusion was far from peaceful. Since the feud with Du Dan and his men fourteen years prior, Wu Kun had tried every means to avoid them, yet he was still injured several times. Fortunately, Wu Kun was a cook for the island's lord, and the others, fearing Huang Yaoshi's power, dared not take his life. Wu Kun, with his solid martial arts skills and keen awareness, had managed to survive until now. Huang Yaoshi didn't care about these servants at all. On the entire island, he only cared about two living people: his daughter and Zhou Botong. That autumn, a momentous event occurred on the long-silent Peach Blossom Island—the young lady suddenly ran away from the island. At the time, Peng Laosi, one of Du Dan's men, was guarding the boats. Huang Rong arrived at the harbor at dusk, kicked Peng Laosi to the ground, seized a small boat, and set sail. All the mute servants knew Huang Rong was clever and eccentric, and Huang Yaoshi cherished her more than a treasure; none dared to stop her. Unexpectedly, she didn't return until the next day. The mute servants were all astonished, but Wu Kun knew exactly what was going on. A few days earlier, Huang Rong had happened to see him delivering food to the back mountain and insisted on going with him. She ended up encountering Zhou Botong, who was imprisoned in a cave. Having grown up on the island, surrounded only by her father and a group of deaf and mute servants, she chatted happily with the still-childlike old man. Huang Yaoshi blamed Zhou Botong's *Nine Yin Manual* for his wife's death, and the two had been locked in a stalemate for fifteen years, neither gaining the upper hand. Seeing his daughter laughing and talking with her enemy, he was furious and reprimanded her severely. Huang Rong, who had never suffered any injustice since childhood, left the island in a fit of anger. After three days of waiting without Huang Rong's return, Huang Yaoshi's expression grew increasingly grim. The mute servants were filled with anxiety, fearing that some small matter might have angered Huang Yaoshi and cost them their lives. When Wu Kun delivered the meal, Huang Yaoshi stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, his face grim and silent. He set out the dishes and quietly withdrew from the hermitage, only letting out a sigh of relief after passing the lotus pond. It was still early, and seeing no one around, Wu Kun went directly to the tomb chamber. For over ten years, he had come here every day, more often than Huang Yaoshi and his daughter, and was already quite familiar with the place. He closed the tomb door, shut the mechanism, and when he turned around, his hunched back was straight, the obsequious expression on his face gone, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, clearly indicating a significant improvement in his martial arts skills.

Wu Kun flung open the coffin lid, revealing a woman kneeling inside, her pink, snowy buttocks raised high. Her two jade hands parted her flesh, revealing a pink entrance about half an inch thick within the snowy mound. Looking through the anus, not only were the tender red intestinal walls clearly visible, but a layer of white semen could also be seen inside.
This was Feng Heng, Huang Yaoshi's beloved wife. The cold jade coffin, painstakingly placed there by Huang Yaoshi, had now become Wu Kun's place of pleasure. For fourteen years, he had embraced the corpse countless times within the coffin, indulging in debauchery.
Wu Kun leaned down and thrust, his penis squelching as it entered the slippery anus. A chill rose within him. Wu Kun circulated his inner energy, simultaneously committing rape and practicing martial arts. In recent years, he had neglected worldly affairs, and his martial arts progress was equivalent to thirty years of ordinary cultivation, largely due to the benefits of the cold jade coffin.
The corpse slid limply forward, Feng Heng's pretty face tilted to the side, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her hands sliding down from behind her buttocks to her knees. Her raised, round buttocks resembled a soft snowball, sometimes flattening, sometimes rounding under the thrusts of the mute
, a sight of exquisite beauty. Her two fragrant breasts were pressed beneath her, rubbing against the cold jade as her delicate body slid, one of them slipping out, its nipple a delicate, bright red. With the thrusting of the penis, pearls of semen rolled from her opening, falling into the jade coffin with a wet, clear sound.
Having satisfied his lust, Wu Kun still held Feng Heng's jade body, playing with it up and down, posing her in various lewd and obscene positions. In the darkness, his eyes shone with a ghostly light, seemingly reminiscing about his carefree past, or perhaps venting his resentment and jealousy towards Huang Yaoshi.
Half a month later, Huang Yaoshi could no longer restrain himself. He had once sworn never to leave Peach Blossom Island, but this time, for his daughter,
he had to break his vow. After Huang Yaoshi left, Du Dan became even more arrogant, engaging in several fierce battles with Ding Baipeng and others within two days. Wu Kun simply retreated to the tomb, spending
his days sleeping with beauties, raping Feng Heng thoroughly. In June of that year, Huang Yaoshi, who had been away from the island for over four months, returned alone. Several days later, Huang Rong returned gracefully, accompanied by a simple-minded young man.
********** ... Watching the young man tear and pull at the stone wall with his bare hands, his moves fierce and powerful, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. If only he had known Zhou Botong was so easy to talk to, he should have tried to curry favor with him more long ago, learning a few martial arts moves. Even if he was still far inferior to Huang Yaoshi, being able to kill Du Dan and steal a boat to escape would be a good thing. After returning to the island, Huang Rong became much more obedient, no longer as spoiled as before. Several times she even cooked for her father, trying to please him. Wu Kun watched closely; nothing escaped his notice—no message passed by wax pills, no marking on steamed buns, nothing at all. Seeing the delicate Huang Rong devote her heart entirely to that silly boy Guo Jing, Wu Kun felt deeply sorry for her. Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng, such brilliant and intelligent people, how could their daughters fall for such a foolish boy? It's like giving a good cunt to a dog to fuck... Thinking of Huang Rong's fragrant skin, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. That very night, he sneaked into the tomb again and brutally raped her mother to release his pent-up desire. Although he was incredibly audacious, he dared not show the slightest disrespect to Huang Rong. Let alone Huang Yaoshi's murderous aura, Wu Kun wasn't confident he could control Huang Rong, a girl not even sixteen years old. Making a move on her would likely only lead to a quicker death. Ten days later, two messengers suddenly arrived on the island, saying that Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain wanted to personally come to Peach Blossom Island to propose marriage for his nephew. Wu Kun had already heard of Ouyang Feng's reputation. In the twenty-five years since the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the Western Poison had been one of the top masters in the world, a veritable pillar of the martial arts world. Wu Kun had been out of the public eye for a long time. Now that he was older, his ambition had faded considerably, but the urge to flee remained a constant nagging thought. Therefore, he paid extra attention to Ouyang Feng's arrival. That night, the sky was clear, and the moonlight illuminated the island's surface. Wu Kun had just finished clearing the dishes when six peach blossoms suddenly bloomed on the wall. This was the first time in twenty years that six blossoms had appeared; Peach Blossom Island had another distinguished guest. (Author: Cao Xueqin , 13-2 ) Walking into the bamboo grove, he saw countless green snakes winding their way forward in a long line, like a tide surging over the hillside. More than ten men in white robes, wielding long poles, drove the snakes, constantly pulling any that strayed back into the line. When the snake procession reached the Jicui Pavilion, one of the men in white robes put a bamboo whistle to his lips and blew it. One by one, the green snakes coiled in the grass and raised their heads. The snake procession continued to surge forward, no longer the green-bodied vipers, but strange snakes with large heads, long tails, and shimmering golden scales. After the golden snakes passed, black snakes arrived, followed by giant pythons of various colors. Thousands of snakes coiled and twisted on the vast lawn, their tongues dancing wildly. Under the moonlight, countless forked red tongues flickered and coiled, a truly terrifying sight. The snake handlers divided the snake procession east and west, leaving a path in the middle. Then, dozens of women in white, carrying red gauze lanterns, arrived gracefully. Wu Kun observed them closely; there were thirty-two women in total, each with a slender waist and round hips, incomparably beautiful. A few feet apart, two figures walked slowly towards them. The one in front was around thirty years old, dressed in white satin with gold embroidery, holding a folding fan. Behind him was a tall man with long, flowing hair and a gloomy face; this must be Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. He held a thick, crooked black staff, clearly forged from steel. At the top of the staff was cast a grinning human head, its mouth revealing sharp, white teeth, a truly ferocious sight. Two small, silver-scaled snakes coiled around the staff, constantly undulating and unpredictable. After a moment, Huang Yaoshi, hand in hand with Huang Rong, came out to greet them. Wu Kun glanced sideways and noticed Guo Jing had also crept over. He stood outside the pavilion, dressed as a servant, unnoticed by anyone. Only Du Dan, who had been leading the guests, glared at him fiercely before going to wait at the port. Ouyang Feng exchanged a few words with Huang Yaoshi, then smiled and waved his left hand. Thirty-two women in white, carrying gauze lanterns, gracefully stepped forward and knelt on the ground. Wu Kun stared intently at Ouyang Feng's lips as he said, "These thirty-two virgins were purchased from various places by my men as a small gift for my old friend. They were instructed by renowned teachers and are quite skilled in singing, dancing, and playing instruments. However, these are lowly women from the Western Regions, and their beauty is far inferior to that of the beauties from Jiangnan." Wu Kun was overjoyed. Apart from Huang Rong, whom he could only look at but not touch, there were no other women on the island. Now, with thirty-two virgins, it was truly a wonderful thing. But Huang Yaoshi said, "I have never been fond of this kind of thing. Since the death of my first wife, I have regarded all the beauties in the world as dirt. Brother Feng, your gift is too generous; I dare not accept it." Wu Kun was furious, his eyes blazing with anger. Such inhumanity! Tonight, I'll spread your wife apart and fuck her! Ouyang Feng laughed, "Just for a bit of entertainment to while away the day, what harm is there?" He then clapped his hands three times. Eight women took out musical instruments and began to play, while the remaining twenty-four danced gracefully. Wu Kun paid no attention to the music, his gaze fixed solely on the dancers. These women were all fair-skinned, tall and slender, some with blonde hair and blue eyes, others with high noses and deep-set eyes—quite different from women of the Central Plains. Yet, their beauty was alluring, their movements captivating. The women moved with incredible suppleness, bending forward and backward, twisting and turning, each one tightly connected to the one in front and behind, like a long serpent. After a moment, he saw that each woman's arms were outstretched, twisting and turning from fingertips to fingertips, also like a winding, undulating serpent. This was the first time Wu Kun had seen such alluring women from the Western Regions. He stared intently at the leading woman, whose skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as cinnabar, and her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, undulating like waves as she danced—utterly captivating. Those beautiful, deep blue eyes were filled with tenderness, radiating brilliance with every glance. She wore a thin, white dress that accentuated her firm, high breasts, revealing her shape with every movement. With a twilight motion, her white dress billowed, revealing two smooth, white thighs, their skin translucent and firm as jade. She turned and smiled at Wu Kun, her long eyelashes fluttering, almost stealing his soul.

Wu Kun's throat bobbed; he longed to pounce on her immediately and hold this vibrant,
alluring woman tightly in his arms. A moment later, the women's dance intensified, displaying a myriad of seductive charms and ever-changing postures. They then feigned undressing and throwing themselves into each other's arms, their hands seemingly caressing their breasts and buttocks. The snake-driving man had already tightly closed his eyes, afraid he would lose control after witnessing this. Wu Kun stared intently at the women, his heart trembling, his penis throbbing painfully. But with Huang Yaoshi standing before him, he could only force himself to remain calm, feigning indifference. Fortunately, his face was now covered in wrinkles, obscuring his true expression.
Huang Yaoshi smiled and watched for a while, then placed his jade flute to his lips and played a few notes. Suddenly, all the women trembled simultaneously, their dance steps faltering. A few more notes from the flute, and the women were dancing to the music.
Seeing the situation was amiss, Ouyang Feng took out his iron zither and plucked it a few times, drowning out the soft, seductive sound of the flute. Then he shouted, "Everyone, plug your ears! Huang Yaoshi and I are going to play music!"
The people who had come with him looked terrified, tearing off pieces of their clothing to first plug their ears, then tightly wrapping their heads, afraid of letting in even a sound.
Huang Yaoshi said, "Your snakes can't have their ears covered." He turned and gestured to Wu Kun, signaling him to lead the snakes away.
Wu Kun nodded, waved to the leader of the snake-driving men, and pointed to the distance. The man waited for Ouyang Feng's nod and quickly drove the snakes away. Wu Kun then pointed to the leading dancer, signaling her to leave with the snakes.
These dancers under Ouyang Feng's command were hard-won, trained extensively, and had required considerable effort; he immediately waved for them to leave as well.
A swarm of snakes slithered through the grass, following the path to the Sword Testing Pavilion. Tens of thousands of snakes filled the entire open space. Wu Kun and the courtesans avoided the snakes, standing in the woods. Two men stood guard nearby, holding poles to prevent the snakes from escaping and harming anyone.
Wu Kun stared intently at the lead dancer. She turned around, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower.
Wu Kun's heart pounded, and he involuntarily took a step forward. The dancer, seeing his vulgar appearance, frowned slightly, then smiled again. Wu Kun gestured with his hands, asking if she wanted some tea. The dancer, not understanding sign language, simply smiled back. She had been trained for a long time, and every smile and gesture was charming and gentle. Wu Kun gestured again, but his sleeve was tugged.
Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's duet on the xiao and zheng had begun. Far from Jicui Pavilion, only a faint sound could be heard, posing no threat.
The leader of the snake-driving men smiled and pulled Wu Kun aside, drawing lines on the ground with a long pole. Wu Kun's eyes flickered; after a moment, he turned and walked into the dense forest. The man put away his pole and quietly followed.
(14-1
Author: Cao Xueqin
) As dawn approached, the commotion at Jicui Pavilion gradually subsided. Last night, before Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi had finished their performance, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong suddenly arrived on the island, claiming to be proposing marriage for his disciple Guo Jing. Huang Yaoshi set three tests for Ouyang Ke and Guo Jing.
Unexpectedly, the foolish Guo Jing was incredibly lucky, winning all three rounds. What was particularly remarkable was the last round: Huang Yaoshi took out the *Nine Yin Manual*, which his deceased wife had not finished writing, and had the two men read and recite it. Guo Jing, as if divinely aided, recited almost ten times more scriptures than those in the book.
Huang Yaoshi, believing it was his deceased wife's divine intervention in choosing this young man as her son-in-law, was both overjoyed and heartbroken, and immediately agreed to the marriage.
However, things took a turn for the worse. Provoked by Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi revealed that Zhou Botong had been imprisoned on the island for fifteen years. Zhou Botong, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, acted frivolously, leading Huang Yaoshi to mistakenly believe that Guo Jing had stolen the lower volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* from Mei Chaofeng. A fierce battle ensued at the foot of Finger Peak. Zhou Botong, having mistakenly learned the Nine Yin Manual, resolutely refused to use both hands, and was beaten by Huang Yaoshi, suffering injuries and vomiting blood.
Feeling guilty for imprisoning him for fifteen years without cause, Huang Yaoshi politely sent Zhou Botong away from the island.
Upon receiving the signal, Wu Kun led a group of dancers and snake charmers to the shore, where they saw the Old Urchin rolling around on the ground, tugging at his beard and crying, "I want to ride the new boat! I want to ride the new boat!"
A middle-aged beggar nearby laughed, "Brother Yao, this old beggar has had a life full of bad luck. Let's ride this ominous boat with the Old Urchin. Let's fight fire with fire and see if the Old Beggar's bad luck is heavier or if your ominous boat is more powerful." He had a long face, a light beard, rough hands and feet, and clothes patched but clean. He carried a lustrous green bamboo staff and a large, vermilion-lacquered gourd on his back; he was clearly the renowned Beggar Clan leader, Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong.
Huang Yaoshi's earnest persuasion failed, and he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. He coldly snorted, "Both of you are highly skilled; I was overthinking it. You
brat surnamed Guo, you may go too."
Guo Jing said, "Father-in-law..."
Before he could finish speaking, Huang Yaoshi shouted sharply, "You cunning and greedy brat, who is your father-in-law? If you ever set foot on Peach Blossom Island again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" He then struck a mute servant in the back with a backhand, shouting, "This is your example!"
The mute servant's tongue had already been cut out; a low hiss escaped his throat. His internal organs were shattered by the force of the palm strike, and he flew into the waves, disappearing without a trace. Wu Kun, watching from the side, saw clearly that Ding Baipeng had suffered this undeserved calamity. But he couldn't care less about the fate of his comrade—from now on, none of the mute servants could stand against Du Dan.
Huang Yaoshi, dragging Huang Rong along, strode away. Snakes slithered up the deck and into the boat, coiling in rows in the hold, followed by over thirty dancers. Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and Guo Jing boarded the pleasure boat. Ouyang Feng smiled slightly, boarded his own large boat,
and they each set sail. Seven or eight mute boatmen under Ding Baipeng's command departed with the pleasure boat, while the remaining dozens of mute servants dispersed, and Peach Blossom Island returned to tranquility.
********** ... Wu Kun returned to the kitchen, washing dishes while gazing at the lush greenery of Finger Peak. Suddenly, a porcelain bowl in his hand shattered in two. He paused for a moment, then, with his fingers together, broke the shards into tiny pieces the size of rice grains. With a clasp of his hands, the shards turned to dust. After a long while, Wu Kun scattered the porcelain dust on the ground, his back hunched, and returned to his quarters. Pushing open the door, a beautiful woman gracefully knelt and said in a seductive voice, "This servant, Bu Xuelun, greets Master." Wu Kun's gaunt face remained expressionless, but his eyes shone brightly. Ouyang Feng, scheming to dominate the world in the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament, first seized the opportunity of Wang Chongyang's death to steal the *Nine Yin Manual*, then colluded with Qiu Qianren to severely injure Liu Ying and Zhou Botong's illegitimate son. When that failed, he injured a disciple of the Southern Emperor, forcing Duan Zhixing to intervene and heal him, greatly depleting his own internal energy. This trip to the island to propose marriage would ideally lead to a union with the Eastern Heretic, but Ouyang Feng secretly instructed Snake Slave to keep an eye on the mute servants on the island, to see who could be used by him. Wu Kun, who had long harbored rebellious intentions, readily agreed to the arrangement. Snake Slave, seeing Wu Kun's lust for the dancers' beauty, secretly informed Ouyang Feng. The Western Poison, of course, wouldn't be stingy with a dancer as a gift, and immediately kept the most beautiful one as a sign of sincerity. A pair of jade-like hands, white as snow, encircled his waist, loosening his belt with gentle, graceful movements, like a spring breeze. Wu Kun closed his eyes, seemingly forgetting his blue robes and cap, instead appearing like Huang Yaoshi, high above, looking down upon all living beings. The servants' quarters contained only a bed and a small table, both made of rough wood, extremely simple. The bamboo pillow was shiny and soaked with sweat, and the blue cloth bed sheet hadn't been washed for days. It was wrinkled and full of creases, with a rough wooden board peeking out underneath.

However, a stunningly beautiful woman lay obediently on the bed, like a ray of sunshine illuminating the dilapidated room. Her slender, jade-like body almost exceeded the narrow bed frame, her golden hair spread out, her snow-white cheeks framed two tender, azure eyes, and her full lips were as red as roses. Although still a virgin, her breasts were exceptionally full, heavy, round, and large. Below her supple waist, a curve swayed, outlining her rounded hips.
Her two jade-like legs were long, shapely, and stretched straight.
Bu Xuelun had never expected her master to give her to such an ugly and disabled servant, and had secretly cried several times.
But in front of Wu Kun, she still tried her best to feign joy, fearing to anger her master.
Wu Kun raised his head and gestured with his hand. Meiji lowered her head, obediently parted her sash, removed her white robe, and lay down on the dirty bed without complaint, revealing her fair skin, unique to women from the Western Regions, smooth as if powdered.
Wu Kun pointed to her inner thighs and spread his hands apart. Bu Xuelun shyly arched her legs, her toes touching the bed, her knees slightly apart. She had learned how to please her master, and although her mind was in turmoil, she still extended two slender white fingers, gently pressing the edges of her labia and spreading them apart.
Between her smooth thighs, her fair mons pubis rose high, covered with a layer of soft, golden hair, the same color as her hair. Her vulva opened roundly under his fingers, like a vibrant red flower blooming between her thighs, the layers of petals wide and thick, plump and delightful.
Wu Kun removed his blue robe, revealing a muscular body quite different from his face. The penis between her legs was as thick and long as ever, showing no signs of fatigue.
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Author: Cao Xueqin
? ? Abandoned on a foreign island, facing a strange master, Bu Xuelun was both shocked and afraid. She forced a smile and whispered, "Please, Master, enjoy my body..."
? ? Wu Kun stared at her lips, slowly climbed onto the bed, his penis erect between the beautiful woman's legs. Bu Xuelun waited a moment, and seeing that he didn't move, she reached out her jade hand and grasped her master's penis. The moment they touched, the beautiful woman's wrist trembled. The penis was as hot as fire. She gritted her teeth and guided it towards her secret place.
? ? The tender flesh inside her jade gate trembled immediately upon being burned by the hot glans. Bu Xuelun glanced timidly at her master, held her breath, parted her petals with one hand, grasped the penis with the other, and then arched her back and hips, struggling to insert the glans into her body.
Wu Kun remained expressionless, his dark body as still as if cast in iron. Meiji didn't know if she had done something wrong, nor dared to ask. She only wanted to offer her virginity to her master as quickly as possible to please him.
She took a deep breath, arched her lower abdomen, allowing the glans to barely enter her vagina. Then, supporting her snowy buttocks with both hands, she struggled to lift her vulva, forcefully pushing the hot penis towards her.
The glans had barely entered her vagina when it was blocked by a thin, supple membrane. Bu Xuelun gritted her teeth, her large blue eyes misting over. She swayed her round hips from side to side, thrusting her waist forward with all her might, using her tender, virgin vulva to swallow the penis inch by inch.
In the sunlight, the blonde, blue-eyed Meiji resembled a jade butterfly pinned to a needle, writhing pitifully as she ground her delicate vulva against the rock-hard penis. Relying solely on Meiji's own movements for intercourse only intensified the pain of deflowering. After a long struggle, Bu Xuelun mustered all her strength to arch her slender waist and thrust forcefully towards the penis.
Meiji's body trembled as an indescribable pain spread from the deepest, most delicate parts of her body. She arched her lower body, frozen from head to toe, too pained to move an inch.
A trickle of blood oozed from her raised, tender orifice, forming a crimson ring around the penis deep within. Wu Kun grinned cruelly, ripping the bamboo pillow from behind Meiji's head and propping it upright under her buttocks, then thrusting his hips forward violently.
Bu Xuelun cried out in pain, her slender hands quickly covering her lower abdomen. Wu Kun raised his hand and struck her beautiful face heavily. Bu Xuelun covered her face, not daring to cry out loud, only biting her lip as her master thrust wildly into her bleeding vulva.
The bamboo pillow creaked beneath her snow-white, round buttocks, the thick, dark penis stained crimson with virgin blood, dripping blood with each thrust. Wu Kun grasped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, twisting them roughly, flattening the two tender red nipples like cherries clamped in iron pincers.
Bu Xuelun was in pain and fear, tears streaming down her face. Wu Kun roughly pried her wrists away, slapped her several times, then hooked his finger at the corner of her lips and flicked it upwards. The beautiful woman understood, a pained smile spreading across her face.
The humid air, carrying the scent of the sea, filled the small room as the beautiful woman from the Western Regions endured the pain of deflowering while smiling through her tears. An old servant with a wrinkled face lay on top of her beautiful body, wantonly ravaging it. Outside the window, a ripe red peach fell from the branch with a thud, landing on a stone and shattering into pieces, its sweet flesh scattering everywhere
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... Wu Kun secretly calculated that if Ouyang Feng didn't come, all would be well; but if he did, he would surely eliminate Huang Yaoshi with overwhelming force. Although Huang Yaoshi possessed extraordinary abilities, with inside help, he might not escape this calamity. While Ouyang Feng was infamous, he valued his status and always kept his word. As long as he offered to let Wu Kun take Bu Xuelun away first, he should be fine. Wu Kun's heart burned with anticipation; he couldn't wait for Ouyang Feng to arrive so he could return to the mainland as soon as possible. Huang Rong still hadn't left the room. Wu Kun knocked on the door, only to feel a jolt from inside, as if a vase had smashed against it. Later that evening, Huang Yaoshi grew impatient and ordered him to bring the food to the room. Wu Kun steeled himself, used his shoulder to break the door latch, and immediately covered his head. Sure enough, Huang Rong's fists and feet rained down on him, kicking him several times before he finally broke through the door. In terms of martial arts, Wu Kun was naturally not afraid, but this girl had been incredibly spoiled since childhood. If he didn't take a few punches to vent her anger, there would be big trouble later. Huang Yaoshi waved his hand impatiently, telling Wu Kun to get lost. Wu Kun adjusted his hat, lowered his head, and hurried away. Usually at this time, Wu Kun would go to the tomb chamber, before Huang Yaoshi, to ravish and plunder Feng Heng's corpse. Today, however, there was a living, beautiful woman hidden inside; he didn't need to fuck that cold, fleshy hole anymore.

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