Ice and Snow Seal Cloud Dream

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"Ice and Snow Seal Yunmeng"
Main Text: Ice and Snow Seal Yunmeng (01-07) Chapter 1: The Summit of Yunmeng
In December, Yunmeng Mountain is covered in a vast expanse of white snow. After October, Yunmeng Mountain is in the midst of heavy snowfall . At this time, not only is it impossible to hunt, but one may also encounter hungry wolves or tigers and leopards with nowhere to eat. If an avalanche occurs, one will die and not even know where to find the body. Therefore, the hunters in the mountains no longer go up the mountain to hunt, but instead rest at home. On the summit of Yunmeng Mountain, a place teeming with tigers and wolves, a red figure drifted closer . It was a young woman dressed in red, appearing to be around twenty years old. Her delicate face was flushed red from the cold mountain wind, and her two large, watery eyes darted anxiously around. Her small, tender red mouth was panting heavily, and what seemed disproportionate to her curvaceous figure were her two large, watermelon-sized breasts, which heaved violently with her rapid breathing , creating a very alluring sight. She had reached the mountaintop, but was exhausted. In less than an hour, she had braved avalanches to sprint from the forested foothills to the snow-covered summit, all to escape her pursuers. Little did she expect that these pursuers would also risk their lives to chase her to the top. Now, a steep cliff lay before her, and behind her were relentless, wolves-like pursuers. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. "What to do?" For someone as resourceful and decisive as her, taking the first step meant facing an even greater challenge . A cacophony of curses and shouts filled the distance; the pursuers were closing in. Without time to think, she drew her sword and swung it down at a pine tree the size of a bowl on the mountainside. With a muffled "thud," the pine tree snapped in two. She bent down, picked up the broken branch, and threw it down the mountain . She knew the pine tree wouldn't harm the pursuing martial arts masters, nor did she intend to injure them; she wanted to use the movement of the branches to create an avalanche. She had observed the area as she fled to the summit; a large tree ahead was the perfect spot to trigger an avalanche. Once an avalanche occurred, even top martial arts masters would be doomed. As the broken tree fell, only a small portion of the snow loosened; no avalanche was imminent . At the same time, despair began to appear in the young woman's clear eyes. All she could do now was watch helplessly as her opponents slowly approached the summit. Leading the pack were two men and a woman. The two men were giants, around forty years old, seemingly twins. They were at least seven feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. The fact that they could outrun all the martial arts masters with such height and weight demonstrated their exceptional skill among the pursuers. Between them was a stunningly beautiful young woman, appearing to be twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her jet-black hair was neatly coiled on her head, not a single strand out of place . Her delicate face had bright red lips, as luscious as blood. Beneath her fair neck, a thin veil covered her lithe body. Looking down, one could see her snow-white skin hidden beneath the veil, her small, skin-colored bodice, and the perfect curves of her hips . In this icy, snow-covered Yunmeng Mountain, there existed such a seductive beauty, her gait ... Her slender waist swayed gracefully, her full hips swayed gently, making one's blood boil. The two giants on either side frequently reached out to touch her. If it weren't for their mission, they would have already pinned this beauty to the ground and fucked her until she was in ecstasy, screaming and moaning. At this moment, the beauty grabbed the hands of her two brothers that were attacking her, saying, "Second brother, third brother, don't rush, you're almost touching me too much . " The burly man on the left said, "Who told you to be so beautiful and dressed so provocatively? It makes your third brother and I want to fuck you all the time, even when we see you, we still want to." He pulled his hand away from the beauty's, squeezed it between her buttocks, and with a "mmm," pulled it out . He said to the other burly man, "Third brother, look, she's all wet." Before the third brother could speak, the beauty grabbed his finger, still wet with her own fluids, and put it in her mouth, licking it clean. She pulled the second brother's neck down and kissed him on the cheek: "Second brother, third brother, stop fooling around . Quickly find that little bitch, grab her, and I'll let you two do whatever you want. We need to get down to business now ." The third brother said, "Speaking of that little bitch, I'm actually kind of thinking about her. Those big tits, just thinking about them makes me feel good. " The beauty giggled and said, "She's still breastfeeding her baby, of course they're big. The baby hasn't been feeding her these past few days, so they must have gotten even bigger. Then you'll have to help her suckle so it doesn't hurt anymore." The second brother said, "Yes, let's catch her, have some fun, and then hand her over to the commander. " The three men, chatting and laughing, were almost at the summit when a broken tree flew down towards them. The third brother laughed and said , "A tree trying to block our path, brother?" Before he finished speaking, the broken tree was shattered into pieces by the force of their elder brother's palm strike. As the three men tried to climb again, they found the snow surging forth like a tidal wave, crashing down on them and instantly engulfing them. The young woman at the summit looked at the vast white sea of snow, crashing down like a raging torrent. She hadn't expected the avalanche to be triggered by the palm strikes of the second and third brothers of the Jinan Five Wolves. She sat weakly on the snow; the avalanche had completely wiped out their pursuers. She could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The intense pain in her chest forced her to slowly squat down, unbuttoning her clothes . Her large breasts sprang out from under her garments, her white, tender peaks bulging with veins. She was also thinking to herself , "I don't know where my child has been taken. He hasn't had milk for two days; is he hungry ?" Thinking of her child, her nose stung and tears streamed down her face. She endured the pain, squeezing her swollen breasts with both hands, and white milk sprayed onto the white snow. Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her. Without turning her head, she knew three people were approaching . Without even looking up, she grabbed the sword lying on the ground and threw it towards the source of the sound, then covered herself with her clothes. As she swung her sword, the three men moved instantly . Two dodged the flying swords, while one ducked to avoid one and continued lunging at her. Simultaneously, four silver needles shot from the attacker's hand, aimed directly at her shoulders. The young woman bent backward, landing on one hand and covering her chest with the other . She executed a backflip to dodge the needles, simultaneously striking the attacker's chest with her lotus-like foot. The attacker retreated slightly , barely avoiding the foot strike, and lunged again. But the young woman had already regained her footing and realized that the attacker was none other than the five men from Jinan who had attacked her earlier.

Of the three wolves, two burly men had just dodged a sharp sword, while the alluring woman was using her lightness skill to
dart left and right like the wind, seeking opportunities to strike. The young woman steadied herself, recovering from her earlier scramble, and parried each attack,
her body now completely surrounded by a formidable defense. The alluring woman attacked with lightning speed, striking and retreating without giving the young woman a
chance to retaliate. She retreated and then advanced again, while the young woman fought and retreated, eventually reaching a protruding boulder outside the cliff
. This boulder could only accommodate two people, and besides the front, there was a bottomless abyss all around
. The young woman breathed a sigh of relief upon reaching this spot, while the alluring woman relentlessly pursued her, unleashing over twenty attacks in the blink of an eye.
The other two burly men didn't rush to help. They knew the area on the cliff wasn't large, and the two of
them were already very crowded. If it weren't for their superior lightness skills, the beauty would have already lost her footing and fallen off the cliff. Looking at the young woman,
one hand covered her chest, and she was already struggling to deal with the beauty's attacks with only one hand.
"Nangong Ting, your breasts are so white and big, they must feel so good to touch.
" The young woman was engrossed in her fight with the beauty when she suddenly heard such lewd words. Her heart tightened, and she almost fell for the beauty's move
. She quickly focused her mind and concentrated on defending herself.
"Yeah, I've never seen such big breasts before, and those two things on top
... they
're even pink! Looks like
you don't use them much."
"Haha, be a good girl, and I'll let you taste my big cock later, see
how much better it is than your husband's."
"I'll definitely make you scream with pleasure."
Amidst the lewd chatter of the two burly men, Nangong Ting barely managed to withstand the onslaught from the beauty.
The alluring woman noticed Nangong Ting's unease and slowed her defensive moves, thinking, "This is a rare opportunity!
" She launched a three-pronged attack, forcing Nangong Ting to retreat step by step until she reached the edge of the cliff. Then, she flung out silver needles, aiming straight for Nangong Ting's legs, while
simultaneously circling behind her on the cliff face, aiming a strike at Nangong Ting's Jianjing acupoint. This move was certain; if
she could seize Nangong Ting's Jianjing acupoint, the beauty would be easily captured. The two burly men almost cheered
. However, Nangong Ting, in a flurry of movement, dodged the three attacks, but was now floating in the air. A kick landed squarely on the alluring woman
's chest. The alluring woman never expected her opponent to use a trap; she was already in mid-air, with no way to dodge
. She could only take a deep breath, cover her chest with her hand, and bravely take the kick, but then plummeted towards the cliff edge.
Two burly men leaped towards the boulder. Nangong Ting kicked out, using the force to propel herself off the boulder and float to the outer edge.
The two men also rushed onto the boulder, just in time to grab the beautiful woman's hand and pull her up. However, they felt a powerful force strike them and
cried out, "Surging Wave Palm!"
It turned out that Nangong Ting, floating on the outer edge, had used all her inner strength, releasing her hands from her clothes and unleashing
the most domineering move of the Nangong family's ultimate technique, Surging Wave Palm, "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds," intending to push all three off the cliff in one fell swoop
. The three on the boulder didn't even have time to react before being forcefully pushed off the cliff.
Watching the three fall off the cliff, Nangong Ting collapsed to the ground. After the whirlwind swept away the clouds, a sudden weariness
, unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life, overwhelmed her. Looking up at the snowflakes falling on her, she was too weak to even
put on her clothes. She could only let the wind and snow ravage her proud breasts and the tender pink buds at their tips
. The icy snowflakes landed on the buds, melting into cold water that flowed from her high breasts onto her smooth, snow-white skin, a chilling sensation
. This icy chill, mixed with the intense pain of her swollen breasts, made her involuntarily utter a soft "Ah! " She knew it would take her an hour or two to recover her strength, and she couldn't focus too much on the cold and the swelling pain; that would only intensify the pain. Her thoughts drifted back to that dark and windy night three days ago. If she and her husband hadn't had a family home that day, perhaps this wouldn't have happened . Perhaps it was all part of their pre-arranged plan, forcing them to their family home so they could be wiped out. Chapter Two: Nangong Huangchi . Three days ago was her father's birthday. Thirty or forty years ago, given the Nangong family's status in the martial arts world, all the prominent figures would have come to offer their congratulations. Since her grandfather's generation, the Nangong family had prioritized commerce over martial arts, rarely interfering in martial arts affairs . By her father's generation, the Nangong family had largely ceased involvement in the conflicts between the Jianghu (martial arts world and the martial arts world), focusing solely on business . They had now become the largest merchant family in the country—a truly wealthy and powerful tycoon. Today, those who came to offer birthday wishes ranged from princes and the super-rich to commoners and laborers. Among them were several sect leaders who maintained connections with the Nangong family. Yet, the day was bustling with carriages and people. The princes came simply to maintain ties with the incredibly wealthy Nangong family, hoping for their assistance when needed. The super-rich came simply to preserve their business connections. The commoners came simply for a few coins. The Nangong family, naturally, readily obliged, showcasing their status as the wealthiest family. As night deepened and the crowd dispersed, Father instructed the servants to rest. The family sat together, Father in the center, the seats on either side empty. Mother's seat was on the left, as she was cooking; Elder Brother's seat was on the right . Father stared blankly at the right chair. She wanted to approach him and offer words of comfort, but instead heard him say, "Three years." Indeed, Elder Brother Nangong Ao had left without a word, and three years had passed without a trace. Father, growing old, always wished for his children to be by his side, but her elder brother had never granted that wish. Father hoped his children would stay away from the martial world and inherit the family business, but Elder Brother refused to manage it. From a young age, he was devoted to martial arts, and by fifteen , he had mastered the family's martial arts, even surpassing his master. Although Father didn't want his children to learn martial arts, he had to admit that Elder Brother was a prodigy, his skill in martial arts unparalleled. Fortunately, after Wuzai was born, Father stopped forcing Elder Brother to take over the family business . The family business. The mother, however, brought out the dishes and said, "Alright, Ao'er has been gone for three years. If it weren't for you and your father arguing so often , we might already be holding our grandson." As she spoke, the mother placed the dishes next to Nangong Ting and said, "Ting'er, come and eat. This was specially made for you. Now that you have a child, you need to eat more. Look how thin my daughter is." Then she gestured to the side...

Lin Peng said, "Come here often from now on, come see your dad and me, don't let my daughter suffer."
Lin Peng nodded nervously, "How could I dare?
" Nangong Ting laughed and interjected, "Mom, don't scare him. If he dares to bully me, I can
throw him far away with one hand."
Nangong Ting's words made the whole family laugh, and Lin Peng blushed as he ate his meal.
Everyone chatted and laughed, and before long they were full. Nangong Ting looked at the sleeping child and
said to Lin Peng, "Husband, you and our daughter go to sleep first. I want to chat with my third and fourth sisters for a while."
Lin Peng smiled and said "Okay," then took his daughter to their room at his parents' house to sleep.
Father had drunk too much and went to sleep in his room. Mother followed him with a towel in her hand. Second and Third Aunts
tidied up the table, and Fifth and Sixth Sisters also went to rest. Only Second Aunt, Third Aunt, and the three sisters remained in the large living room
. Seeing that they still hadn't left, Second Aunt said to Third and Fourth Sisters, "You two should go and rest too
. Your Second Sister is leaving tomorrow, so don't oversleep." Third Sister Nangong Xue smiled and said to Second Aunt, "Mom,
Sister is leaving again tomorrow. She only comes once a year. We want to talk to Second Sister more." Fourth Sister Nangong Rui also pleaded
.
The second aunt, helpless, told the two, "Don't stay up too late. You can't sleep in tomorrow." After the family had all left,
Nangong Xue and Nangong Rui looked at each other and smiled, saying, "Second sister, see you at the usual place." Before Nangong Ting could reply, the two leaped
out of the door, then jumped onto the roof and ran eastward. They felt the wind rushing past their ears, using all their strength to push their lightness
skill to its limit. They ran for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, until they reached a grove of trees. They slipped into the grove,
turning left and right, and found themselves on a clearing in the middle of the grove. There they saw Nangong Ting in the center of the clearing,
smiling at her two younger sisters.
Nangong Xue pouted dejectedly, saying, "Second Sister is cheating again; she'll definitely come out before the two of us."
Nangong Rui, panting heavily, puffed out her ample chest, said, "All that hard work this year has been for nothing
; we still can't surpass Second Sister."
"Hehe, you've improved very quickly, faster than I expected," Nangong Ting said encouragingly.
"Really?" Nangong Xue asked, holding her fourth sister's hand.
Nangong Rui and Nangong Xue, seemingly telepathically connected, held hands. Nangong Xue extended her left palm, and Nangong Rui her right
. The two twin sisters, beautiful and slender, lacked the fullness of Nangong Ting, a married woman, but possessed a
youthful charm that was captivating. Their attacks, however, were swift and ruthless. Before their hands even arrived, the force of their palm strikes, carrying a chilling aura, was already
upon them. The ferocity of their attacks was unlike that of fourteen-year-old girls. Nangong Ting frowned and unleashed both palm strikes simultaneously
. The Nangong sisters felt their outstretched palms vanish like mud oxen entering the sea, easily neutralized by their elder sister.
It was too late for them to retract their attacks. Nangong Ting gave them no chance to catch their breath, continuing to channel her inner energy until the sisters
' strength was exhausted and they could no longer continue.
The two sisters finally caught their breath and sat wearily on the ground. Nangong Rui looked at her slightly angry second sister and said
, "Second sister, it was our fault for ambushing you."
Nangong Ting looked at the two sisters, who were sitting on the ground panting, and her heavy expression eased slightly as she asked, "Second sister isn't angry that you
ambushed us. That move you just used wasn't a family martial art; who did you learn it from
?" The two sisters exchanged a glance but didn't speak.
Nangong Ting could tell they had a reason for their predicament. Unable to press them for answers, she said earnestly, "Do you know
how dangerous that move was just now?"
Seeing the puzzled looks on Nangong Xue and Nangong Rui's faces, clearly they didn't understand the power of the move,
she continued, "This move looks like a very light palm strike, but it has endless consequences. Once it's launched, it's hard to stop.
Just now, I used all my strength to neutralize all your internal energy. I'm afraid Second Sister is already injured by you." "
Was it that serious?" Nangong Rui asked, puzzled.
Seeing the two's suspicion, Nangong Ting asked, "When your attack missed, why didn't you stop and change your move
? Why did you keep channeling your internal energy
?" Nangong Xue said, "It was clearly Second Sister who seized the opportunity to unleash her power, forcing us to channel our internal energy to resist."
Only then did Nangong Ting realize that the two lacked understanding of this technique. She felt a surge of anxiety, wondering who was using
these two innocent girls and what their intentions were. Nangong Ting didn't have time to explain to the two; she only needed to know who taught them
this move and what their intentions were.
Nangong Ting pressed, "Who taught you? Tell me quickly!"
The two girls exchanged a glance, seeing their second sister's anxiety. Nangong Xue spoke up, "Second sister, we promised that
person we couldn't tell."
Seeing their stubbornness, Nangong Ting was furious but helpless. Her mind raced as she asked, "
Who else have you used this move on
?" "Shi Jian," Nangong Rui blurted out.
Nangong Ting picked up where her sister left off, saying, "You two rest here for a while
. Once you've recovered your strength, go and rest. I'll go first.
" Nangong Xue reached out and took her hand, saying, "Second sister, wait for us."
Seeing their pitiful looks, Nangong Ting was truly reluctant to leave these two beautiful young
girls, too weak to even stand, in this cold, desolate wilderness.
Nangong Ting walked up to them, taking Nangong Xue's hand in one hand and Nangong Rui's in the other, using her inner strength to
guide it into their bodies through their hands. It was already past midnight when the two girls were able to stand up
. Nangong Ting released their hands and said, "You two go ahead, it's almost dawn, go and get some rest."
Nangong Xue looked at her second sister's face covered in sweat and said, "Second sister, I'm sorry for wasting so much of your rest time
."
Nangong Ting waved her hand and said, "Hurry up, I'm going to Bianliang to buy some things for your brother-in-law and nephew
."
Nangong Xue was so happy she almost jumped up and said, "Second sister, let's go together."
"You two hurry up, or Second Mother will scold you again," Nangong Ting glared at them and said loudly.
The two girls had never seen their second sister so angry before, and dared not say anything more, turning around and running away.
Watching the two girls leave, Nangong Ting sat down cross-legged and slowly adjusted her breathing.
She
had originally planned to let the two young maids
regulate their breathing while she went to find Shi Jian to ask about the situation. However, she couldn't bear to leave them unattended,
so she channeled her inner energy into them to make their breathing difficult. By the time she finished regulating her breathing, it was already past midnight, almost dawn
. After dawn, she still had to accompany her husband and son to leave her parents' home. She didn't have much time left, but fortunately
, Shi Jian's house wasn't far from here. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she reached the edge of a dense forest. Nangong Ting strolled through the woods, and
after walking a dozen steps, she came to a clearing. The large clearing contained only two houses, a fishpond with
fish in it, and farmland planted with wildflowers and grasses
.
The fragrance of the flowers and grasses mingled with the morning air, making one feel refreshed and relaxed
. Nangong Ting greedily inhaled the fresh air, thinking, "I didn't expect this little dwarf to know how to enjoy himself."
One of the two houses had a light on, but as Nangong Ting approached, she heard sounds that made her blush.
She heard a woman's excited moans from inside, followed by several sharp screams. Nangong Ting shook her head, thinking
: "This woman is such a good actress, how can she call me that?" Thinking this, her pretty face flushed slightly. Then she heard
the woman inside the room panting, "Husband...you...you're so amazing, I've lost it again."
"Lie down, don't move," Nangong Ting heard the man say, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Husband...let me...let me...rest a bit," the woman mumbled incoherently.
Before the woman could finish speaking, the sounds of flesh colliding and the woman's soft moans filled the room, creating
a seductive, erotic cacophony. Nangong Ting blushed crimson, her childlike desire rising
. She quietly moved to the back of the room and carefully peeked through a small hole in the paper window.
A woman in her mid-twenties was kneeling on the bed, her round, white buttocks raised high. Her slender waist was
supported by a pair of small men's hands. After her orgasm, her body seemed completely disintegrated, weak and boneless. If it weren't for the men's
hands supporting her, she would have collapsed onto the bed. This man was naturally Gao Jian.
Gao Jian supported his wife's body with both hands, thrusting his buttocks forward with force, his firm abdomen repeatedly
slamming against her plump, round buttocks with a resounding thud.
Nangong Ting watched Gao Jian's six-inch penis rapidly moving in and out of the woman's tender vagina, her heart racing.
Such a long, black thing—how could a woman withstand it? No wonder this woman was screaming so loudly
. Her vagina involuntarily tightened, and a stream of honey-like fluid gushed out, moistening her labia. The woman's cries grew more urgent as Gao Jian's lower abdomen
slammed into her snowy buttocks with increasing ferocity. Suddenly, Gao Jian thrust hard into her vagina, his thick, hard penis
quickly withdrawing and moving towards her, the egg-sized glans pointing at her red lips
. A stream of white semen sprayed from the tip of his penis onto her mouth, face, and mouth. The woman got up and cleaned herself. She
pinched Gao Jian's arm hard on the bed and said, "Husband, you've made my face all messy again, it's disgusting!"
Gao Jian didn't speak, simply holding his wife quietly beside him.
Nangong Ting watched the scene of their intercourse, wondering what it felt like to have such a large penis inside her
. She couldn't believe that intercourse could have such an ecstatic position. Gao Jian had even ejaculated on his wife's face. These were things Nangong Ting
couldn't even bear to think about. Since marrying Lin Peng, Nangong Ting and her husband had always treated each other with utmost respect
. Even their intimate moments were only done after the oil lamp had been extinguished, always in a missionary position, and Lin Peng would always ejaculate before she was fully satisfied.
She had never been called "Gao Jian's wife" before.
A cool breeze blew by, and Nangong Ting suddenly came to her senses. Remembering her earlier thoughts, she blushed
with embarrassment. Seeing that the two had quieted down, she thought it best to get down to business. Just
as Nangong Ting was about to use the Nangong family's name to summon Gao Jian, she heard a woman inside say, "Husband,
why didn't you tell me that the Third and Fourth Misses practiced the Jade Powder technique
? Is that technique really that powerful?
" Nangong Ting had originally wanted to inquire about this, because her four sisters had said they had used this technique on Shi Jian.
Shi Jian, one hand pinching the peony on his wife's tender breast, said, "I originally wanted to tell Master,
but Third Madam told me not to, saying he's in a bad mood and we should wait until he's in a better mood."
"Princess, if Master knew that Fourth Miss and the other two were practicing martial arts, he'd probably explode with rage."
Gao Jian also laughed and said, "Young Master, Second Miss and the other two didn't listen to Master and insisted on practicing martial arts
. Young Master, you're a natural martial arts prodigy; if you were still alive, you'd probably have no rivals in the martial world. Second Miss is not only
highly skilled in martial arts, but also exceptionally intelligent. The two of them are already giving Master a terrible headache. If Master knew that Fourth Miss
and the other two were practicing martial arts, I don't know if he could bear it."
Hearing Gao Jian praise the two siblings, Nangong Ting thought, "This little dwarf, usually so quiet, but
..." "She still thinks about everyone."
"Husband," the woman said in a low voice, "Are you really prepared to stay in the Nangong family for the rest of your life?
" Shi Jian looked at his wife curiously, not yet understanding what she meant. The woman continued, "If
...we could leave the Nangong family and build our own empire, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Shi Jian understood his wife's thoughts and thought for a moment before saying, "Master has been incredibly kind to me. Now the eldest young master is missing,
and the second young lady has married far away. The Nangong family now relies entirely on me for protection. How could I abandon Master?"
Nangong Ting felt a surge of warmth upon hearing this. Nangong Ting was a very rational person, calm in the face of adversity, quick-witted, and decisive
. Before, when her elder brother was alive, she never had to worry about the family. Even figures in the underworld could only look on with envy at the Nangong
family's immense wealth. Three years ago, her elder brother left, and before he did, he told her, "From now on, the family
..." "It's all up to you." With her own intelligence and the Nangong family's unparalleled martial arts skills, she could handle the affairs of the martial world with ease
. Now that she was married, all the security and guarding of the family was entrusted to Shi Jian and the family's martial arts masters. Fortunately
, there was still Shi Jian, which reassured Nangong Ting a lot. Although Shi Jian's martial arts skills were not as high as her elder brother's, they were still top-notch in the martial world.
With skilled martial artists and the renowned guards of the Nangong family, the Nangong family's safety could be guaranteed. However, Shi Jian was ultimately an outsider.
Therefore, Nangong Ting was secretly teaching her younger sisters martial arts, so that they could at least protect themselves in dangerous situations.
Hearing Shi Jian's wife urging him to leave, her heart clenched. Only after hearing Shi Jian's reply did she feel relieved
. Now more than ever, the Nangong family needed a skilled and loyal steward like Shi Jian
.
"What if someone you can't defeat or stop tries to steal the Nangong family's gold and silver?" the woman
pressed on relentlessly.
Shi Jian was curious about his wife's behavior today, asking questions she didn't usually ask. Feeling somewhat impatient,
he replied, "Unless they step over my dead body."
"I truly wouldn't bear to kill you," the woman's voice turned icy.
Shi Jian never dreamed that his wife, whom he had married less than two months prior, would betray him, especially
when he was completely unprepared. Looking at the dagger embedded in his chest, Shi Jian let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Nangong Ting, hearing this, was about to burst through the window when she saw a flash of cold light at the front door. Three men darted into the room
. Nangong Ting hadn't noticed the others in the courtyard; she knew some of them were skilled in martial arts
. Shi Jian's wife, having dressed herself, told the three, "Signal for the attack. Follow me quickly; I'll be there soon."
The three men in black made no unnecessary movements, turned, and went outside. They each unleashed a red
beam of light into the sky, drawing a dazzling crimson streak across the dawn sky, exceptionally clear in the darkness.
Then, the three disappeared into the night.
Looking at Shi Jian, who was still struggling on the bed, Shi Jian's wife, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, held his childlike
little hand and said, "Little dwarf, I really didn't expect your thing to be so long." As she spoke, her jade-like hands lightly
grasped the already softened, thick penis, and her eyes were like silk as she said, "The Nangong family is already doomed
. Now, even Nangong Aolai might not be able to escape this calamity." "
Why?" Shi Jian asked, panting heavily, enduring the excruciating pain in his chest
. "Princess, husband, you should think about yourself. At most, your blood will run out in an hour. Or
... let you become a romantic ghost." As she spoke, her cherry lips parted slightly and took the thick glans into her mouth.
A cold snort came from outside the window, and a figure had already burst into the room. A jade-
like finger, carrying a gust of wind, was already poised to strike Shi Jian's wife's snow-white neck. Hearing the whoosh, Shi Jian's wife leaped to the side, but before she could get a better look, the wind returned, still
aimed at her neck, even faster. Surprised, she thought, "Such speed
! With my martial arts skills, I haven't even seen what she looks like. This person's martial arts are definitely top-tier. I must be careful."
Nangong Ting hadn't expected her sneak attack to fail. Without time to think, she followed closely, still
behind the woman, and with another piercing finger strike, aimed at her. Wanting to finish the fight quickly, the force of her fingertip increased. The woman's delicate body
leaped up again, and she flew out of the window. Nangong Ting was about to give chase when a flash of blue light shot in from outside the window. She heard
a woman outside laughing lewdly, saying, "Such a big thing, no wonder my sister came to snatch it. You can keep it for yourself."
Nangong Ting dodged the blue light and chased after it, but there was no one in the courtyard. She turned back into the house.
Shi Jian barely opened his eyes, panting, "Second Miss, quick...quick."
Nangong Ting nodded and said, "I know." She then took a sheet from the bed and covered him with it.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Go quickly. I'll handle it myself."
Nangong Ting was worried about home. She'd heard from the woman that a large group was attacking the Nangong family. Besides
, although Shi Jian had been stabbed, he could still move, it was just a superficial wound, nothing serious. She bent down, picked up his small body, and placed it by
the stove in the kitchen. She took out some wound medicine and placed it beside him, saying, "Take care and rest.
I'll come find you after things are settled over there."
Nangong Ting, running along the road, could already see the flames shooting into the sky from her own house, the entire night burning red.
Her heart pounded with anxiety, she quickened her pace, silently chanting, "Wait for me, baby, wait for me, don't let anything happen."
Just as she was thinking about her son, a sudden thought struck her. In her haste, she slowed her pace and looked to both sides
... He shouted loudly from the forest, "Since you're here, there's no need to hide."
Chapter 3 Nangong Huangchi (Part 2)
As he spoke, five people emerged from the forest—four men and one woman. Nangong Ting looked up and saw that the leader was an
old man around fifty years old. He had a gaunt face, was extremely thin, and his eyes appeared particularly large due to his frail body
. His thin frame seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over. The two men on either side of him, both around forty years old, were at least seven feet tall,
broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, towering over the others by a full two heads. They looked exactly alike, their fists clenched, their eyes piercing
; one glance was enough to tell they were masters of internal martial arts. The other two stood behind Nangong Ting. Nangong Ting couldn't turn her head; she had to
remain calm. A fragrant scent wafted from behind her, along with the sound of men's heavy breathing. Without turning her head, she knew that
the fragrant scent belonged to a woman applying perfume, and the heavy breathing to a young man.
The instant the five men appeared, she made her decision: her back was her opponent's weak point; if she wanted to escape unscathed, she had to
attack from behind.
The five men around her had already discerned his intentions and slowly moved closer to her, carefully preventing her escape.
The thin old man pointed at her with his withered fingers and said to the two burly men beside him, "Women breastfeeding
are different. Look at those breasts, they're much bigger than Lao Si's." A seductive voice came from behind:
"Brother, you're teasing me again."
The two burly men beside her leered at Nangong Ting's chest and said, "Those two big breasts must feel really good to touch."
"His ass is huge, it must feel amazing to fuck him."
"Yeah, didn't you see Fifth Brother panting heavily in his back?"
"Nangong Ting, just surrender obediently, and we, the Five Wolves of Jinan, guarantee you'll be in ecstasy, you won't want to leave.
Haha!
" The men spoke lewdly, one after another, but their expressions didn't dare to relax even slightly, because they knew he...
They were facing the Nangong family, led by Nangong Ting, known in the martial arts world as the "Female Zhuge Liang." She was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also
meticulous and decisive.
As they closed in, Nangong Ting slowly calculated the angle and timing of her attack, ignoring their
lewd words and chatter. She heard a soft rustling of branches behind her; the young man behind her had entered her attack range.
The angle and timing were perfect. Without further hesitation, Nangong Ting flashed backward, simultaneously
swinging her sword in her left hand and the scabbard in her right towards the woman behind her, while her left hand thrust the sword backward towards the young man who had entered her attack range.
The Five Wolves of Jinan, seeing her seemingly impenetrable stance, seized the opportunity when she made her move, immediately launching a preemptive attack
. The woman on the right dodged the sword sheath, but the young man on the left was in trouble. Nangong Ting's angle
and timing were perfect; he had no choice but to meet her attack head-on, neither dodging nor avoiding, his longsword thrusting
towards Nangong Ting's chest. Nangong Ting, of course, wouldn't sacrifice herself. She released her sword and simultaneously retreated rapidly,
dodging the three attacks. As the young man's thrust missed, Nangong Ting's sword pierced his chest
, blood gushing from his back.
In a single move, one of the Five Wolves of Jinan was gone. The remaining four were astonished. They
had long used their Iron
Arm Encirclement formation, a strategy that had proven effective time and again. Their weak point at the rear was carefully planned, allowing the stronger enemy to attack from behind while the other four unleashed their deadly attacks, aiming to finish the enemy off in one strike. While Nangong Ting's precise timing was crucial, her
exceptional lightness skill was even more astonishing to the other four. Despite the combined attack of the five, she not only escaped unscathed but also killed one of them.
Nangong Ting had retreated to face the four. Among the four, the young woman possessed the highest lightness skill, and the enemy, of course, couldn't
let Nangong Ting escape. She leaped into the air, a flash of silver light in her hand, and four silver needles shot towards Nangong Ting
. Nangong Ting dodged them, but lost her best chance to escape, finding herself back in the encirclement. The encirclement tightened, and none of the four
dared to underestimate their opponent again, advancing cautiously. Suddenly, the withered old man roared, "Attack together
!" The four sprang into action, attacking Nangong Ting from all sides. In terms of internal attack, Nangong Ting could at most handle the young woman alone, but her exceptional
lightness skill allowed her to dodge and weave through the gaps in their attacks, avoiding their pincer movement
. Although she couldn't break through their encirclement after several moves, she wasn't hit by a single blow. The five-person coordinated attack was broken by Nangong Ting's breakthrough, and the four were
thrown into disarray. Nangong Ting moved among them like a butterfly flitting among flowers, sometimes even diverting their force to
another person. The four were almost huddled together, seemingly surrounded by Nangong Ting alone. Suddenly, the withered old man urgently
shouted, "You three, get out of the way!" As soon as she finished speaking, the other three jumped out of the battle circle, blocking Nangong Ting's escape
route, leaving only Nangong Ting and the old man in the arena.
The old man pointed a withered finger at Nangong Ting and said, "You wretch, if you can last ten moves against me, I'll let you live
."
Nangong Ting stared coldly at the old man, not answering, but inwardly calculating a way to escape. Now her opponent
was a frightened bird, not giving her any opportunity, much less allowing her to succeed as easily as before.
She was racking her brains. None of the four had any weaknesses. Now that they were scattered, fighting one-on-one
, it would actually hinder the development of her Flowery Footwork. Before she could react, the old man unleashed a sweeping attack aimed at her chest
. She sidestepped, but was already behind him. Before she could regain her footing,
she felt a sudden gust of wind rushing from both sides, and was now trapped within the old man's palm energy, with nowhere to retreat or dodge.
Gritting her teeth, she extended a slender finger and stabbed at his withered palm. The old man channeled his inner energy into both palms, intending to defeat her in one strike, but then, out of pity for
her delicate body, he used only eighty percent of his strength.
With a cry of pain, the old man clutched his right palm with his left hand and exclaimed, "Heart-piercing finger!" His right palm was clearly injured.
The "Dragon-Capturing Hand" and "Heart-Piercing Finger" mentioned in the phrase "Capturing the Dragon with One Hand and Piercing the Heart with One Finger" are actually
the two deadly moves of the Nangong family's Surging Wave Palm. The Nangong family is famous throughout the world for its unparalleled internal attack.
Back then, Nangong Juechen used the Surging Wave Palm to follow Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin, in his campaigns and repeatedly made meritorious contributions. The Heart-Piercing Finger was still a move from the Surging Waves Palm technique used to overcome the strong with the weak
.
It concentrated all the body's true energy at the fingertips, aiming to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent within the smallest possible area. Unfortunately, the opponent's internal energy was profound, and despite the man's skillful maneuvering, excruciating pain shot through his palm. Sweat poured down the old man's forehead as he shouted to the three on the periphery, "Don't just
stand there watching! Attack together!"
Nangong Ting sneered, "The Five Wolves of Jinan are nothing but a bunch of untrustworthy scoundrels. They promised to spare
my life after ten moves, and now they want to attack me side-by-side." Even as she spoke, she had already endured ten moves under the combined attack of the other three
. After ten moves, Nangong Ting was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. She was extremely anxious; although she had succeeded in her head-on clash with the old man
, she had almost exhausted all her internal energy. The longer it went on, the more disadvantageous it would be for her.
"The three of you have combined for forty moves and still haven't defeated me. Alas, it seems I overestimated the Five Wolves of Jinan."
Nangong Ting hoped to provoke her opponents with words, hoping the old man would keep his word and let her go. That's why
she talked about forty moves when it had only been a dozen or so. Although she knew the hope of her being let go was extremely slim.
The Five Wolves of Jinan remained silent, fiercely attacking with all their might, only seeking to kill her. If she were to leave alive, rumors
would spread throughout the martial arts world that Nangong Ting had single-handedly resisted the Five Wolves of Jinan, killing one and wounding another.
Under Nangong Ting's insults and abuse, the old man lost face and shouted at the three, "Get back!"
This time, the three didn't listen to him and continued their fierce attack. After twenty moves, the three became anxious; they had
n't landed a single blow on Nangong Ting's swift and graceful footwork.
The leader of the Five Wolves of Jinan, Zhuo Wuxing, snorted coldly and said, "It seems my words, Zhuo Wuxing,
have no effect on you three."
Zhuo Wuxing was originally the leader of the Five Wolves, and his word was law. His four subordinates had never dared
to disobey his orders. So this time, when he told them to step back, none of the three retreated, and they were utterly humiliated. Recently,
the second and third brothers, the twins, had become somewhat dissatisfied with him as their leader and had long wanted to take his place, but they had been hesitant due to his superior martial arts skills
. Zhuo Wuxing had pretended not to know this, but now, in his view, it was time to establish his authority.
The young woman, terrified by Zhuo Wuxing's cold snort, knew her boss's methods and immediately stopped and retreated
.
Seeing that Pei Ying and Pei Xiong still hadn't stopped, Zhuo Wuxing's anger intensified. He roared and unleashed his left palm
. Hearing the roar, the Pei brothers knew their boss was about to kill to establish his authority. A gust of wind rose behind them, and the two brothers threw aside Nangong
Ting, their four palms meeting Zhuo Wuxing's attack head-on.
With a "bang," the five palms met, and the three retreated. The Pei brothers were secretly shocked; they hadn't expected
Zhuo Wuxing, despite his injury, to possess such strong internal energy that he could contend with them. Zhuo Wuxing was about to step forward again when he heard the young woman beside him cry out:
"Big Brother!" Before he could react, Nangong Ting had already slipped into the dense forest beside the road, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing Nangong Ting escape, Zhuo Wuxing secretly regretted, "What should I do if she gets away?" Although Pei Shi
was reluctant to part with the beauty, he secretly rejoiced, thinking, "This old man is finally going to be in trouble
. With Nangong Ting escaping, even without my brother's intervention, the Commander-in-Chief won't let this old man get away with it
." After escaping, Nangong Ting cautiously made her way home, growing increasingly apprehensive. Pei Shi and his
men were behind her, and every so often, martial arts figures had set up checkpoints. She had already overcome several checkpoints, but the number of pursuers was increasing, and
the martial arts skills of those in front were also rising. She knew that if she continued like this, she wouldn't reach Huangchi before falling into
enemy hands. Gritting her teeth, she thought, "Where there's life, there's hope," and turned to
flee towards Yunmeng Mountain, several miles away.
Zhuo Wuxing, disheartened, went to apologize to the Commander-in-Chief, while Pei Shi led thirty or forty men in pursuit of Yunmeng Mountain.
This is the scene that appears at the beginning of this article. The events of three days ago are still vivid in her mind. The pain in Nangong Ting
's heart, her longing for her son, and her worry for her family made her forget the chill of the snow. She lay quietly on the snow,
slowly circulating her internal energy, focusing it on her dantian. Her days of travel, and the Wind-Swept Clouds technique she used against the Three Wolves of Jinan, were extremely taxing on her
internal energy. Half an hour had passed, and only a trace of internal energy had condensed in her dantian;
she could barely move her little finger. It seemed impossible for her to stand up within an hour; she could only lie there quietly.
The cold wind mixed with snowflakes fell, and in the silent air, a despairing sound came from the cliff edge—
the sound of someone climbing upwards on the precipice.
Chapter Four: The Cruel Beauty of Yunmeng
Having survived two near-death experiences—an avalanche and a fall off a cliff—even the Three Wolves of Jinan were astonished
by their incredible luck. Pei Ying and Pei Xiong, panting, climbed to the top of the cliff one after the other, saying, "That little bitch
got away again."
Pei Xiong looked around and said, "She was too scared to come down the mountain after the avalanche. Let's search carefully."
Pei Ying said, "You search, I'm going down. With this blizzard, where am I supposed to look
?" As she spoke, a three-zhang-long iron chain appeared in her hand, with a sharp hook at the end that gripped a boulder on the cliff edge, and she slowly slid down.
Pei Xiong was about to call him back when he found the man had already gone down. He sighed, thinking, "That soft,
fragrant fourth brother down there, that kid got lucky again." He was unwilling to lose track of Nangong Ting like this. Looking around, all he saw
was a vast expanse of white snow, the bare mountaintop offering no place to hide. He couldn't help but sigh again.
Nangong Ting lay quietly under the snow, barely daring to breathe, secretly trying to circulate her inner strength, but with little effect
. She silently prayed that Pei Xiong wouldn't discover her under the snow. Suddenly, her scalp tightened, and Pei Xiong had pulled her out of the snowdrift by her hair
.
Pei Xiong pulled Nangong Ting out of the snowdrift and found her glaring angrily. Seeing Nangong Ting's imposing gaze
, Pei Xiong was startled, but realizing that Nangong Ting was only glaring angrily, his heart finally settled. Nangong Ting
was pulled up by Pei Xiong by her hair. Pei Xiong was tall and strong, and when he lifted Nangong Ting up to his face, her feet were
almost two feet off the ground. Then he slapped her across the face and cursed, "You filthy bitch, you can't move and you're still glaring at me
? What are you glaring at? Trying to kill me with your eyes?" Nangong Ting's mouth bled from the slap, and her open eyes closed helplessly. Her large breasts slipped out
from under her open collar , exposed on her snow-covered peaks. Pei Xiong was almost dazzled by the sight of her fair, tender breasts. His manhood was already rock hard. Without thinking, he released her, letting her fall to the ground. He unbuckled the belt of her tight-fitting night clothes with his left hand, and pulled his thick, hard penis out of his pants with his right. He tore off Nangong Ting's clothes several times, revealing her snow-white skin as she lay on the cold snow. Pei Xiong admired this rare beauty, reaching out to caress and fondle her high, firm breasts. He then reached out and lifted Nangong Ting up by the waist, opening his mouth to take the red nipples from her tender white breasts into his mouth . His cold fingers, however, had already slipped from her snowy peaks into Nangong Ting's plump buttocks. Nangong Ting closed her eyes helplessly, letting tears stream down her face. A sucking sound came from her nipple; the milk meant only for her son was now in the mouth of a stranger. Then, cold fingers slowly slid out from between her buttocks, and a thick, hot penis reached her entrance. The thought that her private parts, meant only for her husband, were about to be violated filled Nangong Ting with uncontrollable tears. The despair in her heart had left her heartbroken, or rather, it had been since the moment Pei Xiong discovered her . She no longer hoped for a miracle, only that this moment would pass quickly. She knew she couldn't die; the blood feud of her family awaited her revenge, and her infant child awaited her breastfeeding. Although she didn't know if he was alive or dead, she had to find him. A searing pain shot through her lower body, worse than the first time her husband entered her . As a virgin, the last vestiges of her inner energy had vanished under the onslaught of his thick, hard penis. She heard Pei Xiong's muffled groans. The Pei brothers had always been proud not only of their exceptional height, but also of their penises, which were thicker and longer than average, a full six inches, as thick as a child's arm. With his massive member penetrating her, Nangong Ting's pain was no less than that of childbirth a year ago. "Damn, I'm thirsty," Pei Xiong said, sucking Nangong Ting's breast milk, his massive member already brutally thrusting...

He forced open the woman's tight labia, his egg-sized glans already pressing against the deepest, tender flesh of Nangong Ting's vagina.
Only two-thirds of his thick, long penis was inside. Pei Xiong held Nangong Ting's slender waist with one hand, and with the other
, he forcefully pressed her plump buttocks against himself, pushing the tender flesh inside upwards. Once the entire six-inch penis
was inside Nangong Ting's tight vagina, Pei Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to stroke Nangong Ting's smooth face, saying, "I didn't expect you
to be so tight down there after having a child. It feels so good."
Nangong Ting weakly turned her face to the side. Her delicate vagina felt as if it
had been torn apart by the thick penis, her internal organs displaced. She endured the tearing pain, secretly gathering her inner energy, her heart
... With a surge of joy, the scattered true energy within her limbs slowly gathered towards her dantian. Suddenly, the opening loosened, and the thick, long penis
withdrew from her body. The dry walls of her opening were painfully scraped by the large glans. Then came a tightening, and the thick, long penis
re-entered at its hilt. The unlubricated opening tore painfully, and Nangong Ting couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!"
The little bit of true energy she had just gathered was scattered everywhere again.
Hearing Nangong Ting's scream, Pei Xiong became even more excited, thrusting wildly, groaning, "
Scream for me, scream for me!" The tender walls of her opening were rubbed raw, and bright red blood stained the frenzied penis.
Nangong Ting could no longer concentrate on gathering true energy; she clenched her teeth, trying not to cry out.
Seeing the bloodstains on his thick, dark penis, Pei Xiong's lust surged. He threw Nangong Ting to the ground, rolled her over, and made her
lie face down on the cold snow, her snow-white breasts pressed against the ground. Pei Xiong grabbed Nangong Ting's waist
, forcing her to kneel, and supported her high buttocks to prevent her from falling. Then he knelt on the snow,
forcefully spreading her snow-white buttocks to reveal her tender, red vulva. He inserted two fingers, prying open the opening,
and looked at the blood-stained flesh, saying, "Does your man not have a penis? Such a beautiful, tender woman, and
it's like he's never used it." As he spoke, he thrust his penis in and out again.
Nangong Ting swayed weakly back and forth with his thrusts, letting her face and breasts slide across the snow.
Her vagina had adapted to the thick, long shaft and was no longer unbearably painful. With a crisp "smack,"
five finger marks appeared on her fair buttocks. Nangong Ting winced in pain and couldn't help but contract her vaginal muscles. The shaft, which had been tightly gripped, was gripped even tighter.
Pei Xiong cried out in pleasure, "So tight!" Then the smack-smack sounds continued, and her snow-white buttocks were turned bright red by his large penis
. Pei Xiong's movements quickened, and with a heavy breath, he grabbed Nangong Ting's slender waist with both hands and
pulled her backward, his abdomen pressing against her fair buttocks.
Nangong Ting felt the penis, which she had been accustomed to, swell again, its thick head pressing tightly against her cervix
. Warm currents shot in, the shaft stretching her vaginal opening with each thrust before slowly softening. She was already
pinned beneath Pei Xiong.
Nangong Ting had no time for grief. Always clear-headed, she was now. Taking advantage of this rare moment of rest
, she rapidly gathered her inner energy, quickly focusing it towards her dantian. She tested it; she had already gathered 30% of her energy
. Just a little more and she could suddenly unleash a powerful attack, killing Pei Xiong in one strike. Her face remained impassive as she secretly gathered her strength.
In the instant she was about to rise, Pei Xiong swiftly pressed down on four major acupoints on her back.
The strong-willed Nangong Ting could no longer contain her despair and burst into tears.
At this moment, Pei Xiong broke out in a cold sweat. If Nangong Ting hadn't been so eager to gather her qi that her true energy was circulating too quickly and
he hadn't noticed, he might already be a philanderer. He didn't stop talking, though, saying, "The women of the Nangong family are
really diligent. We just finished practicing our bedroom skills, and now you want to practice our ground skills? Come on, let's have another round."
His thick, dark penis entered Nangong Ting's tender orifice once more. Nangong Ting's mind went blank, only her naked
body swaying back and forth with Pei Xiong's thrusts.
When Pei Xiong climbed off her, it was already late. Pei Xiong stood up, holding her, and said, "My beauty,
let's go see an old friend." He then picked up Nangong Ting and climbed down the iron chain that Pei Ying had hung up towards the cliff.
The cliff face was covered with a thick layer of ice. Pei Xiong gripped the iron chain with one hand and held Nangong Ting in the other, his feet firmly
planted against the solid ice on the cliff face as he slowly slid down. When he had gone about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) down, a stone cave appeared on the cliff face
. The cave entrance was a circular hole with a diameter of three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), and a row of crystal-clear icicles hung from the upper edge of the entrance
. Inside, a fire was lit. Hearing someone enter, Pei Ying called out from inside, "How was it? Any gains?" As he spoke
, he emerged from the depths of the cave. Upon seeing Nangong Ting in Pei Xiong's arms, he shouted into the cave, "
Fourth Brother, a guest has arrived!" Without further ado, he took Nangong Ting from Pei Xiong's arms and strode towards the fire.
The three had been thrown off a cliff by Nangong Ting, and thought they had no chance of survival.
Unexpectedly, less than three zhang from the cliff top, a cave saved them. The cave had clearly been inhabited before; it was more spacious inside,
complete with a stone table, stone benches, and a stone bed. The further they went in, the warmer it became. Reaching the depths of the cave, they felt no cold at all
; instead, gusts of warm wind swept over them from the depths, accompanied by the sound of flowing water. In the center of the cave was a
three-zhang square pool, its surface steaming. In the center of the pool was a one-zhang square stone bed
, protruding five inches above the water.
The stunningly beautiful woman lay underwater, only her head and neck visible. Her once neatly coiled black hair was now disheveled,
draped over her snow-white back, highlighting the stark contrast between her skin and hair. Her face was flushed, her eyes alluring, and her body, submerged in the water, glowed
with an enticing pink, clearly indicating she had just been intimate. A dark bruise had formed on her high, white breasts—
the result of Nangong Ting's kick just before she fell off the cliff. The young woman stroked the dark bruises, watching the three men enter,
and said seductively, "Oh dear, quickly give me Nangong Ting. Third brother is too rough; look what he's done to our lovely girl, leaving her
covered in bruises." She took Nangong Ting from her hands and placed her under the water, saying, "Sister, look
! Who would have thought there would be such a warm hot spring on this cold mountaintop? And it's even running water! Let your older sister give you a good wash."
As she spoke, one hand was already improperly pinching Nangong Ting's nipple, while the other hand had already entered between Nangong Ting
's legs.
Pei Ying, uninterested in watching her tease Nangong Ting, turned to Pei Xiong and asked, "How about going down the mountain now?
" "Brother, didn't you see? There was just an avalanche. Going down now is definitely dangerous. One slip and
we could trigger another avalanche, and we'd all be dead."
"What do we do? Those people behind us are probably already dead from the avalanche." Pei Ying paced back and forth,
saying, "More than thirty experts! The commander will surely eat us alive!"
"What's the use of worrying now? Let's talk as we go," Pei Xiong continued.
The alluring woman, listening to their conversation, interjected, "If we can't go down the mountain, we won't. This place is wonderful,
and we have two beauties with us." She licked Nangong Ting's ear with her soft tongue and continued, "Besides ,
those good-for-nothings at the foot of the mountain will definitely tell the Commander that we all died in the avalanche. Then we can hide our identities and retire from
the martial world. The Commander certainly won't bother looking for us."
"Hide your identities and retire from the martial world? Liu Si Niang, are you really willing to give up those talented young men of the martial world, those dashing and charming young masters from
prestigious families?" Pei Xiong teased. "What talented young men, what charming young masters
? Compared to Second Brother and Third Brother, they're just empty shells. I'm afraid Second Brother and Third Brother can't bear to part with those noble ladies of the martial world." As she spoke, Liu Ruyan pursed her lips and continued
... She said, "The commander only said that past offenses can be forgiven, but if you commit another offense, you will not be spared. If you want to
reappear in the martial world, you'd better watch out for the commander." She then gave Pei Xiong a flirtatious wink.
Pei Xiong, aroused by her, was unable to get an erection due to having already ejaculated twice on the mountaintop, and could only watch helplessly
as two white, fleshy bodies swayed underwater.
Pei Ying, having had sex with Liu Ruyan three times in the cave, was also lacking energy. He muttered, "I'm hungry,
I'll go find something to eat," and slowly walked towards the cave entrance. Behind him came Nangong Ting's pitiful scream. Pei Ying
frowned, turned around, and impatiently yelled at Liu Ruyan, "Liu Lao Si, can you be careful? I haven't even used you yet!"
With that, he walked out of the cave and climbed up the iron chain towards the mountaintop.
Liu Ruyan giggled and said, "Second Brother, don't worry, it won't kill you. Hurry up and find something to eat, I'm
hungry too."
It turned out that Liu Ruyan had somehow taken out her silver needles, which she used as hidden weapons, from her clothes by the pool
. With her left thumb and forefinger, she separated Nangong Ting's tender orifice, and with her right hand, she held the silver needles, piercing the pink clitoris from left to right
. Nangong Ting screamed in agony, her swollen breasts heaving violently with her heavy breathing. Blood slowly flowed from the clitoris
into the water, staining the surrounding spring red.
Nangong Ting lay blankly in the water, her disheveled hair unable to conceal the unbearable pain on her delicate face
. Before her eyes, the blood-stained silver needle reappeared. She watched as a small, white hand pinched her nipple, the silver needle
piercing the milk duct. Hearing Liu Ruyan giggle sweetly, "Good sister, let me let you taste the flavor of my silver needle again."
Just as the silver needle touched the nipple, Liu Ruyan let out a "Huh," because the milk in her breast had flowed into
the water. Liu Ruyan dropped the silver needle, grabbed Nangong Ting's slender waist, and just as she lifted Nangong Ting's breasts out of the water,
her tender red lips were already sucking and biting the nipple for a while. Then she relented and said, "So sweet, so fragrant. It's just too little...
Pei Laosan will suck it all up soon."
The despair in Nangong Ting's heart and the tingling sensation in her breasts, as Liu Ruyan's small mouth sucked,
were revealed little by little on her pretty face. That desperate yet ecstatic expression instantly made Pei Xiong unable to control himself. His penis hardened, he stripped off his clothes and jumped
into the water, grabbing Nangong Ting's waist and hips with both hands. With a thrust of his lower body, his thick, black penis penetrated Nangong Ting's body
. Pei Xiong felt his penis being tightly wrapped by her vaginal muscles, her vagina already producing lubrication, much smoother than on the mountaintop
. He cried out comfortably, "Liu Laosi, you're really good. You've made this ice-cold woman as smooth as water so quickly, so tight and slippery...
It's so beautiful."
Nangong Ting, hearing this, was shocked. She had unknowingly been aroused by Liu Ruyan
. She cursed herself inwardly, "Nangong Ting, how could you lose yourself under the manipulation of your enemy?" Thinking this, her initially
agitated heart gradually calmed down. Pei Xiong played with her for a while, and the opening became quite dry again. He said to Liu Ruyan,
"Fourth brother, suck it again, this slut isn't coming wet again."
Liu Ruyan pouted and said, "You're fickle, suck it yourself, I don't care." She then walked out of the pool, put on her
clothes, and went to the entrance of the cave.
"Our brother's elixir is still here, you don't need to suck it, I can still make her wet." Saying this, Pei
Xiong carried Nangong Ting to the raised stone bed in the center of the pool and went to find the elixir in her clothes by the pool.
Nangong Ting stared blankly at the cave ceiling, feeling as if she were sinking into a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper, unable
to extricate herself.
Chapter Five: The King of the Martial World
On New Year's Eve, as dusk deepened, in the ruins of the burned-down Huangchi of the Nangong family, thirty miles from the capital Bianliang
, many people were still rummaging through the rubble. Most were villagers from the surrounding area,
searching for valuables to ensure a happy New Year. The fire that
had ravaged the Nangong family estate a dozen days earlier had reduced it to ruins. Some merchants and laborers who had received favors from the Nangong family, along with villagers, spontaneously
came to bury the dead. While burying the bodies, someone found a lost jewel.
The news spread quickly, and villagers from the surrounding area flocked to the site.
Clearly, the immensely wealthy Nangong family hadn't left behind many treasures before their burning down.
More and more people came to collect treasures each day, but very few found anything. The influx of visitors was endless, including many wealthy families from the surrounding area
, for finding just one treasure could provide them with a lifetime's worth of riches.
Among these people, two young men in brocade robes stood out. The leader, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, had sharp eyebrows and bright
eyes, a broad back and a slightly plump build. The young man beside him, about the same age, was handsome and refined. Even in the twilight, many nearby villagers recognized the plump young man and came forward to offer words of comfort and advice . He coldly observed the approaching villagers, his heart growing heavier. He pushed aside the approaching crowd and slowly leaned back.

On the crumbling wall, he slowly stroked the bloody knife marks, thinking to himself, "The knife is as thin as paper, the lone
thief Situ Nan."
Following the wall down to the hard stone floor, where a dark hole more than a person's width wide opened, he thought, "The Thunderbolt Hall of Jiangnan rivals Meng Chang Lei
Peng."
The handsome young man stood in the courtyard by a thick tree trunk and called out to him, "Nangong Ao, look."
Nangong Ao walked to the tree and saw a large, square hole, about the size of a fist, in the burnt trunk
. The handsome young man replied, "He Luo Fang Jian Lin Long Fei." Nangong Ao nodded with a wry smile and walked to a door
, counting the empty holes in front of it, saying, "27." Then, looking at the handsome young man, he said, "Shu Zhong Tang Men
Bao Yu Li Hua Ding."
The handsome Tang Chong's face suddenly flushed red. He wanted to approach and observe more closely, but saw Nangong Ao's face ashen
, his eyes filled with immense anger and sorrow. Feeling inexplicably wronged,
he said bitterly, "I'll investigate and give you an explanation." Before Nangong Ao could speak, he had already vanished.
Watching Tang Chong's departing figure, Nangong Ao tossed 27 pieces of broken wood from his hand and murmured, "Seventh Brother
, don't blame Second Brother. Of our twelve brothers, only the two of us survived the battlefield
. This opponent is even more difficult to deal with than the thousands of troops on the battlefield. I can't let you risk your life again."
Looking at the countless arrow and crossbow marks on the courtyard wall, Nangong Ao imagined a group of people crouching on the wall,
holding powerful bows and crossbows. When his family and guards appeared, they unleashed a volley of arrows. He seemed to see the blood of his loved ones
splattering on the wall. His heart grew heavier, his body heavier. He struggled to sit on the ground, watching
the last rays of the setting sun slowly disappear into the darkness. The treasure hunters left in twos and threes.
Nangong Ao sat blankly in the empty night, his mind filled with the smiles of his parents and the playful antics of his sister
. Those memories he once scorned were now his most precious recollections. He glanced up at the sky,
trying to hold back his tears.
Those memories weighed heavily on his heart, suffocating him. He couldn't think straight, so much so that
he didn't even notice someone slowly approaching him in the darkness. He only realized it when the three were five steps away.
For martial arts masters, five steps was a matter of life and death, the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack. These assassins
were top-tier killers in the martial world, among the most expensive. Their combined value was
astronomical. Their only goal was Nangong Ao's head.
When Nangong Ao discovered them, the three had already controlled their bodies to the extreme. The angle of their attacks,
their own bodies, were all adjusted to optimal offensive positions, and they had even blocked Nangong Ao's escape route. So when the
three of them attacked, Nangong Ao was already dead, at least that's what they thought.
Probably no one in the entire martial world would believe Nangong Ao was still alive if they knew he had allowed them to get within five steps of him, except for
Nangong Ao himself.
So when the three attacked, Nangong Ao also attacked simultaneously. Although his escape route was blocked,
they didn't know that Nangong Ao had never retreated, no matter what, no matter the situation. So
, the two assassins to the side were the first to be targeted. Swiftness and agility are essential qualities for an assassin, and also their most
important characteristics. The three assassins' movements and reactions were undoubtedly top-notch, but after Nangong Ao made his move
, they began to regret it. The two who were first to be targeted only saw a figure flash before their eyes, their weapons already in Nangong Ao's hands
, and then they saw their own backs. In
the blink of an eye, the two world-renowned assassins to the side had closed their eyes forever. Nangong Ao then gathered all his strength in his back and took the blow from the assassin behind him.
With a "crack," the chain-like silver whip struck Nangong Ao's broad back hard, tearing his brocade robes to shreds,
but there were no bloodstains on his bloated body. Under the moonlight, the torn parts of the brocade robes glittered with gold.
Nangong Ao roared, the pent-up anger in his heart gushing out along with blood. Yet
, a sense of relief washed over him; the oppressive anger vanished, and he regained his former composure
. The assassin behind him, seeing his attack succeed, pressed his advantage, his fourteen-section iron chain whip lashing out like a serpent towards Nangong Ao's nape.
In the instant the whip struck, the end was already in Nangong Ao's hand. "Black-clad Silver Whip Mo Xiaoxiao," Nangong Ao
said coldly, gripping the whip's end, "Who sent you?"
Mo Xiaoxiao struggled to pull the whip, but it seemed rooted to Nangong Ao's hand
. No matter how hard she tried, the silver whip wouldn't budge. Mo Xiaoxiao knew that trying to snatch the whip from Nangong Ao's grasp was futile
. Following Nangong Ao's momentum, she lashed out with her silver whip, aiming directly at his front.
Simultaneously, she unleashed sixteen hidden weapons with both hands, scattering them at him. She didn't intend to harm him, only to halt his pursuit. So
, as the sixteen weapons were launched, her slender waist twisted, and she was already airborne.
Nangong Ao coldly sneered, "Trying to run? Not so easy." He wielded his silver whip, deflecting the sixteen weapons
before him. The whip, like a nimble snake, accurately wrapped around Mo Xiaoxiao's slender legs, pulling her from
mid-air to before Nangong Ao.
Nangong Ao bound her like a pig with her silver whip, threw her on the ground, and coldly looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, asking,
"Who sent you?
" Mo Xiaoxiao lay on the cold ground, thinking, "I've never felt so helpless before
. In front of Nangong Ao, this black-clad silver whip that strikes fear into the hearts of martial artists is like a toy. Forget killing, she doesn't even
have a chance to escape." All she can do now is play dead, pretending to be a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
Looking at her like this, Nangong Ao felt a surge of anger. She squatted down, pinched her chin, and lifted her pretty face,
saying, "A few scars on such a delicate face won't be pretty." As she spoke, a
gleaming sharp knife appeared in her hand, its cold blade pressed against her cheek.
Nangong Ao watched as a trace of fear flashed across her face, then vanished. She knew this tactic wouldn't work on her.
Bound like a pig, Mo Xiaoxiao's delicate face was accentuated by her tight black night clothes, which highlighted her exquisite curves
. Her full breasts appeared even firmer under the silver whip, and her slender waist was complemented by her proudly protruding buttocks, as if
awaiting caresses. Below her plump buttocks, her long, beautiful legs appeared even more slender. Nangong Ao revealed a barely perceptible smile,
because he imagined how alluring Tang Chong would look dressed like this.
Seeing her defiant attitude, and thinking of his family's ordeal, Nangong Ao's anger flared even more. He reached out
and grabbed her collar, saying, "Who sent you? If you don't tell me, I'll strip you naked." As he spoke, he reached inside her clothes
, grabbed her breasts, and made as if to tear them. Mo Xiaoxiao could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.
Nangong Ao was stunned. This was an unexpected situation. He wasn't
afraid if Mo Xiaoxiao remained expressionless, but he was afraid of a woman's tears. Looking at Mo Xiaoxiao's delicate face, like a pear blossom battered by rain, and recalling Tang Chong's desperate gaze as he left,
Nangong Ao's heart softened. He withdrew his hand from Mo Xiaoxiao's chest, untied the silver whip binding her, and roared, "Roll!
" Mo Xiaoxiao hadn't expected Nangong Ao to release her at this moment. After confirming that Nangong Ao was letting her go, she straightened her clothes,
picked up the silver whip, and coldly said, "I advise you to leave sooner rather than later. More experts will come looking for you." After saying this,
she disappeared into the vast night.
Nangong Ao looked up at the stars in the night sky and sighed inwardly, "Where should I go?" Then he answered
himself, "Perhaps I should go to the Central Plains Escort Agency to see my old friends." Then Nangong Ao also disappeared into the night.
Chapter Six: Zhongyuan Escort Agency
On New Year's Eve, firecrackers exploded, shaking the night sky. This was a time for family reunions and enjoying the joys of family life
.
Zhongyuan Escort Agency was located twenty li north of Kaifeng Prefecture, west of the Huangchi Nangong family, thirty li north of Xiangzhou, and
east of Chenqiao. It was a strategic stronghold in the Central Plains. Opening an escort agency in such a strategic location would naturally lead to booming business
. However, the fire a few days prior not only destroyed the incredibly wealthy Huangchi Nangong family but also
severely damaged Zhongyuan Escort Agency's business. The agency lost its original mission of transporting silver for the Nangong family's various banks across the country
.
The Zhongyuan Escort Agency and the Nangong family were old friends. The Zhongyuan Escort Agency was brightly lit, but
the festive atmosphere was gone. In a secret room in the backyard, the chief escort, Lu Xiaotian, sat firmly in the center
. To his left sat Nangong Ao, a somewhat bulky man in brocade robes. Beside Nangong Ao
sat a short, stocky man, Shi Jian, the head of the Nangong family's guards. Opposite Nangong Ao sat a disheveled, middle-aged man with unkempt hair. If it weren't for his brocade robes and
pale hands, he would almost look like a beggar.
The four sat in silence. Nangong Ao broke the silence first, looking at Shi Jian and saying, "You mean Ting'er first
saved you, and then went to Huangchi to save her family
?" Shi Jian nodded and said, "There was no news after that."
At this moment, the disheveled middle-aged man tidied his messy hair and said, "Young Master, since we have
the connection with the lone thief Situ Nan and the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, we can just ask them. There's no need to deduce here; it's
too troublesome and a headache."
Watching him tidy his messy hair, Shi Jian almost couldn't help but vomit, cursing, "Xiao Tian, can't you at least
clean yourself up a bit?"
One sentence swept away the previous deathly atmosphere. Nangong Ao smiled gently; this was
the first heartfelt smile he had given since arriving in Huangchi.
Amidst a hearty laugh, Lu Xiaotian said to them, "The lone thief Situ Nanlai is elusive and unpredictable; it's best not to search for him
. However, we could inquire with Lin Longfei of the Heluo Fang Sword Sect and the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall." He then added in a deep voice, "I think this matter
is closely related to Bianliang (Kaifeng)."
Nangong Ao's face turned ashen. "They have military-grade crossbows and divine crossbows.
There aren't many people in Kaifeng Prefecture with the authority to mobilize such an army. Even fewer can gather so many martial arts masters."
Lu Xiaotian looked at Nangong Ao and asked, "What are your plans, nephew?"
Nangong Ao told Xiaotian, "Go investigate the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall," then told Shi Jian, "Go find Lin Longfei
. You don't necessarily need to find out anything, but you must let the martial arts world know that someone from the Nangong family is still alive.
" Then Nangong Ao stood up and roared towards the door, "I want everyone in the martial world to know that the Nangong family's
people have arrived, and they will pay for their crimes in blood!"
Shi Jian and Xiao Tian responded with "Yes," and took their leave. After calming down,
Nangong Ao said to Lu Xiaotian, "Please, Uncle, for my father's sake, keep a close eye on things and see
if you can find any clues about Ting'er."
Lu Xiaotian said calmly, "Don't worry, nephew, I will inform you if there is any news. You can stay at the manor for now."
Nangong Ao shook his head and said, "I'm going to Bianliang to investigate those who can mobilize the Imperial Guards."
Lu Xiaotian did not try to stop him.
Under a bright moon and sparse stars, amidst the crackling of firecrackers, Nangong Ao, dressed in brocade, traveled through the night. He was heading to Bianliang (Kaifeng
) to find the person who had mobilized the Imperial Guards to attack the Nangong family. He had even planned how to find this person, how to
tear him apart piece by piece.
The thought of tearing this person to pieces, letting him slowly
and
painfully die, brought a cruel smile to his face
. The sound of water filled his ears, and then he saw the Yellow River.
"The Yellow River winds nine times, its sands stretching ten thousand miles, its waves tossed by the winds from the ends of the earth. Now it flows straight up to the Milky Way, to the home of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
" If anything could stop Nangong Ao's advance, it was
the roaring Yellow River, churning with yellow sand, that made him somewhat powerless. In the cold night light, the roaring Yellow River was like a ferocious beast waiting
for its approaching prey.
Normally, at this time of year, there would be boats waiting to ferry people across the Yellow River. But today is Lunar New Year's Eve
, and everyone is celebrating. The banks are lined with boats, but there isn't a single person to row them
. The Yellow River is the only route to
Kaifeng. "If only Tang Chong were here," Nangong Ao thought, already pushing a larger boat into the water.
Then he jumped into the boat and, imitating others, rowed leisurely towards the opposite bank. Despite the cold weather
, his palms were sweating as he gripped the oars. Because it was winter, the river wasn't wide, and in the blink of an eye
, the boat was in the middle. Nangong Ao gradually became more familiar with rowing, and the sweat on his palms slowly dried. He rowed
while admiring the surging river.
A strange fragrance drifted from the opposite bank. By the time Nangong Ao became aware of it, he had already inhaled quite a bit of the scent.
Then his head began to sink, and he felt drowsy.
Seeing Nangong Ao lying asleep on the boat, two figures flashed through the dense forest on the opposite bank, darting towards
the large ship where Nangong Ao was. An old voice from the forest called out, "You two, come here." Without a word, a section
of tree trunk, as thick as a bowl, was thrown into the water. The two men landed, their feet touching the tree trunk, and leaped again, already aboard the large ship
. They intended to kill Nangong Ao before anyone else, to gain merit before the commander-in-chief. Without lingering on the ship,
they flicked their longswords, their two blades thrusting directly at Nangong Ao's chest and throat.
At that moment, a hoarse, mournful cry echoed from the forest. Simultaneously, a figure leaped out, two swords flashing as they attacked
the two men. The two men neither dodged nor evaded, their swords relentlessly striking. The two swords had already struck their backs, and just as the swords were about to pierce Nangong Ao,
Nangong Ao vanished into thin air. When the two men awoke, they felt a tightness on the back of their necks, and a spurt of blood gushed from their necks
. The two men collapsed onto the boat, and Nangong Ao also collapsed at the same time.
It turned out that Nangong Ao had held his breath for a moment after inhaling the bewitching incense, concentrating all his strength in his dantian, and
before the two men could react, he had killed them with a flick of his finger. He himself had also fainted from the poison. A figure flashed across the opposite bank
; a woman in black slowly approached in a boat, wielding a fourteen-section iron chain and a silver whip. Her pretty face was speckled with blood, clearly indicating she had just been in a fight in the forest.
This person was none other than Mo Xiaoxiao, dressed in black and wielding a silver whip.
She was rowing slowly, her eyes constantly scanning the river. When she reached Nangong Ao's boat, it
had already begun to sink; its hull had been cracked. As she leaped onto the boat, picked up Nangong Ao, and tried to escape, a
long sword thrust upwards from the bottom of the boat. The sword was incredibly fast and silent. Mo Xiaoxiao felt a sharp pain in her foot as the
sword entered and exited. She cried out in pain, then pushed off the hull with her other foot, leaping onto
her own boat. She threw Nangong Ao into the boat and grabbed the oars, rowing rapidly towards the shore.
Two streams of water rushed towards her from behind, bathed in moonlight. Mo Xiaoxiao's face was already covered in water droplets. As
the water drew near, her left hand, wielding a silver whip and iron chain, shot into the water like a serpent. The left stream
stopped instantly, and under the moonlight, a dark red streak of blood gushed from the water. The right stream, however, leaped up, a long sword piercing
Mo Xiaoxiao's right arm, blood gushing forth. The boat had already reached the shore. Mo Xiaoxiao turned her left hand around, striking
the swordsman's left eye with her silver whip. The man leaped back, dodging the attack, coldly watching Mo Xiaoxiao, wounded in two places, carry Nan Gong
Ao from the boat to the table. Blood from her right hand and left foot flowed onto the sandy shore. He merely watched coldly from the water
, his eyes fixed on Mo Xiaoxiao like a predator eyeing its prey.
Mo Xiaoxiao slowly moved her body, step by step, towards the edge of the forest. The man in the water followed unhurriedly
, neither too close nor too far. He wanted to wait until Mo Xiaoxiao had bled out before making his move. He knew he had to be careful on the shore
. He wasn't entirely confident he could kill Mo Xiaoxiao before the silver whip snapped his own neck, so he simply
followed behind her, his eyes gradually brightening.
Mo Xiaoxiao's heart sank, for she saw an old
man with completely white hair and a fat body, looking like a ball of flesh, blood still dripping from his mouth. His cold eyes stared directly at her. Mo Xiaoxiao thought to herself,
"I was careless. I didn't expect that whip strike wouldn't kill him."
Mo Xiaoxiao suppressed her own pain and gently placed Nangong Ao on the ground. Adopting a disdainful expression
, she looked at the old man and said, "Zhao Yanliang, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. My whip didn't kill you."
Zhao Yanliang wiped the blood from his fat face and angrily retorted, "Mo Xiaoxiao, we, the Three Eccentrics of Taiyuan, have no grudge against you
. Why are you making things difficult for us?"
Mo Xiaoxiao coldly replied, "I've heard that you three brothers have committed numerous evils. Many years ago, someone paid me
a sum for your heads. I'm here to rid the people of this scourge."
The Three Eccentrics of Taiyuan were merely a few thugs in Taiyuan, their martial arts skills only second-rate. Their
specialty was poison. They had originally planned to ambush Nangong Ao here with the Dongting Twin Evils, but unexpectedly, as soon as they made their move,
his two brothers, eager for credit, were killed by Nangong Ao on the boat, while he himself was ambushed by Mo Xiaoxiao in the forest
. Ting Shuang'e was killed instantly in the water by Mo Xiaoxiao's single stab, leaving only two men, one in front and one behind Mo Xiaoxiao.
Normally, Mo Xiaoxiao would have disregarded these two, but now, with two wounds, her internal energy was
slowly draining away with the gushing blood, and her arms were becoming increasingly heavy. Zhao Yanliang and the other man were wary of Mo Xiaoxiao's silver whip, and the three of them
were locked in a stalemate. No one moved, and no one dared to move.
Zhao Yanliang, his fat face gleaming with a sudden thought, called out to the others, "Brother Du Yan, hurry and
report to the Commander-in-Chief that Mo Xiaoxiao has betrayed us!"
Du Yan was startled, then understood and said, "Brother Zhao, I'll leave this to you. I'll go right away."
Upon hearing "Commander-in-Chief," Mo Xiaoxiao knew she couldn't wait any longer. Her silver whip shot backward like a long sword
, aiming for Du Yan's back. Du Yan dared not be careless, dodging the whip. The whip moved as if it had eyes, wrapping around his neck. Du Yan
was terrified, thinking, "My life is over."
Just as Mo Xiaoxiao's left hand moved, Zhao Yanliang struck her chest with both hands. Mo Xiaoxiao's silver whip was still around Du Yan's
neck, her arms straight but powerless. Zhao Yanliang struck her chest with a palm strike; Mo Xiaoxiao's blood churned within her, her body
... Blood gushed from his throat, trickling down to his mouth, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his lips. He swayed and collapsed at Nangong Ao's
feet. Still
shaken, Du Yan ran to Zhao Yanliang's side and said, "Brother Zhao, I didn't expect your bewitching incense to still work
."
Their sinister laughter echoed through the night.
Chapter Seven: Tokyo Bianliang
Mo Xiaoxiao collapsed weakly to the ground, her eyes growing increasingly heavy. The sinister laughter of Du Yan and his companion grew fainter as she watched
Du Yan's longsword pierce Nangong Ao. The last things she heard were Du Yan's screams and Zhao Yanliang's cries of alarm before she drifted
off to sleep.
On New Year's Eve, Bianliang, the capital of Bianliang, was bustling with activity.
In the northwest corner of Bianliang, in the council hall of the Enping Prince's residence, lanterns and decorations
adorned the hall, and music and dance filled the air. Enping Prince Zhao Qu sat languidly in the center of the hall, his face pale, his gaunt features sharply defined, watching the revelry
. At the low tables on either side, eight people sat cross-legged, some monks, some Taoists, some with ferocious expressions, others with kind faces. As
the music ended, Zhao Ju yawned, stretched, and waved for the dancers to leave
. The bustling hall fell silent; even breathing could be heard clearly. Zhao Ju glanced at the eight people below and asked, "Is
there any news of Zhong Wuying?"
A kind-faced monk, who appeared to be in his forties, quickly stood up and replied, "
He's already surrounded by our men in the Ghost Forest outside the city. We'll capture him in a few days."
Zhao Ju was relatively satisfied with this answer and nodded slightly. Seeing the monk's hesitant expression,
he smiled slightly and gestured for him to continue, saying, "Master Ping, please speak."
Master Ping continued, "It's just that recently, someone from the Long family of the border region has appeared in the surrounding area."
Zhao Ju said dismissively, "What does that have to do with Zhong Wuying?"
A middle-aged man standing beside Zhao Qu with his hands at his sides said, "Zhong Wuying was originally an adopted son of the Long family of the borderlands
. His exceptional lightness skills are all inherited from the Long family lineage. However, he broke the family rules and committed theft. It seems the Long family has come to cleanse their ranks.
"
Zhao Qu praised, "Commander Qin Song, even while in the Forbidden City, you still know so much about the affairs of the martial world."
Qin Song humbly replied, "Having been in the Forbidden City for so long, I rarely hear about the affairs of the martial world anymore. These are all old stories from over ten years ago
."
Only then did everyone in the hall realize that this middle-aged man standing with his hands at his sides was actually Qin Song, known as the number one master of the Forbidden City, the master of the Qiankun Hand
.
Zhao Qu glanced at everyone in the room and said, "Let me introduce you all."
Zhao Qu pointed to Master Ping and said to Qin Song, "Master Ping, a Shaolin monk, your martial arts are exceptional."
Qin Song clasped his hands and said in a deep voice, "At the foot of Mount Hua, Master Ping used his Vajra Palm to defeat the Xixia Northwest Wolves, ensuring the safe
retreat of my Yongxing Army's military governor. This is widely known not only in the martial arts world but also in the imperial court."
Master Ping's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, but he said aloud, "It's a small matter, not worth mentioning." He was secretly pleased;
that was an old story from over a decade ago, and he hadn't expected anyone to still remember it.
Zhao Qu pointed to a man around fifty years old sitting next to Master Ping, sitting upright in a spotless white robe,
and said, "Zhang Diaoyang of the Qingcheng Sect.
" Zhang Diaoyang quickly stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Zhang Diaoyang greets Commander Qin."
Qin Song clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Sect Leader Zhang's Eight Immortals Sword always draws blood. Nine years ago, Sect Leader Zhang single-handedly annihilated Qingniu Mountain with his sword, wiped
out the Qingniu bandits, and protected the peace of Sichuan. He is truly admirable."
Zhang Diaoyang's face showed excitement.
Before Zhang Diaoyang could speak again, Zhao Qu pointed to a white-haired Taoist priest under him and said, "Master Chiyan
." Qin Song, with a respectful expression, said, "You roamed the Northwest, traveling alone for thousands of miles, striking fear into the hearts of the Western Xia cavalry
. Master Chiyan's divine skills are truly admirable."
Master Chiyan remained seated, took a sip of wine, and said calmly, "That was ten years ago
. The current Master Chiyan is nothing but a piece of trash."
Qin Song looked slightly embarrassed, but being a courtier, he maintained his composure and said, "Master, your words are too kind
."
Zhao Qu, displeased, remained silent and turned to the other side, saying, "Peng Xiao of the Five Tigers Broken Blade Sect, Zhuo Wuxing of the Five Wolves of Jinan
, Si Tu Nan of the Thin Paper Knife Sect, Cui Mingwei of the Tan Sect, and Mo Hensheng of the Yan Zhao Sect.
" Zhao Ju didn't give Qin Song a chance to speak, because he knew that even if Qin Song were given the opportunity, he wouldn't
say anything that would make them proud. These were all notorious figures in the martial arts world.
Peng Xiao's Five Tigers Broken Blade Sect dominated Shanxi, committing countless murders. The Shanxi martial arts community dared not speak out against them.
Zhuo Wuxing and his four brothers were even more infamous in Jinan Prefecture, committing rape, murder, and any other heinous act.
The Lone Thief Si Tu Nan was skilled in theft, robbery, and murder.
Cui Mingwei colluded with the government, committing murder and arson, and doing all sorts of evil.
Mo Hensheng was the progenitor of assassins, and his disciples Mo Xiaoxiao, Bian Feng, and Lu Qiang were feared killers throughout the martial arts world
.
Qin Song greeted everyone, thinking to himself, "These people are either powerful figures or renowned masters
; it's not easy to even meet them normally. I never expected to see them all at the Enping Prince's Mansion."
Zhao Qu looked at everyone and said, "Commander Qin, you've come today on the Emperor's orders. My father wants us to find the lost luminous pearl within three days
."
Everyone knew that there were two thieves in the martial arts world who made a living by stealing: the master thief Zhong Wuying and the lone thief Si
Tu Nan, whose knife was as thin as paper. Zhong Wuying's lightness skill was superb, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Although Si Tu Nan's lightness skill couldn't surpass Zhong Wuying's,
his knife skills were also unparalleled. And this time, their opponent was the master thief Zhong Wuying.
It turns out that recently, Zhong Wuying defied all conventions and stole the forbidden palace's luminous pearl from the Empress
. The Emperor was furious, and Qin Song, the Grand Commander of the Imperial Palace, was caught in the crossfire and nearly beheaded. The Emperor issued an edict ordering
Zhao Qu, the Prince of Enping, who commanded the Jianghu (martial arts world), to handle the matter within five days, and appointed Qin Song to assist him.
Master Ping glanced at the silent crowd and continued, "I don't think Zhong Wuying can stay in the Ghost Forest for more than three days. The only
concern is whether the Long family will cause us trouble."
Before Master Ping could finish, Peng Xiao shouted, "What Long family
? They're just clowns from beyond the Great Wall! If they meet me, Peng Xiao, they'll be done for!"
Master Ping was about to say something more when Zhao Qu waved his hand and said, "Alright, Peng Xiao, with your Five Tiger Broken Blade Sect
and Commander Qin, will assist Master Ping in obtaining the Night-Shining Pearl within three days." Zhao Qu thought for a moment and then added, "Try to
get Zhong Wuying alive to see me."
Master Ping secretly sweated, thinking that a living Zhong Wuying was unlikely to be captured. As long as he lived, there was no chance of anything else.
"Catch him.
" Peng Xiao stood up and said to Zhao Qu, "Your Highness, rest assured." Seeing Zhao Qu's displeasure, he quickly changed his words, "
Leave this matter to me, Commander-in-Chief, don't worry."
Zhao Qu waved his hand, and Master Ping, Peng Xiao, and Qin Song tactfully withdrew.
Zhao Qu looked at Mo Hensheng and asked, "Any news from Huangchi
?" Mo Hensheng shook his head and said, "No, my men Mo Xiaoxiao, Bian Feng, and Lu Qiang are around Huangchi
. They'll let me know as soon as they have any news."
Zhao Qu's gaze turned cold as he looked outside the door and slowly said, "Huangchi's Nangong family—a mere Nangong Tingyunmeng
destroyed over twenty of my best fighters in one battle. We still have to be wary of the Nangong family."
Mo Hensheng said, "Your Highness," and quickly corrected himself, "General, the Nangong family has been far removed from the martial world for many years, and Nangong Ao
has disappeared for three years. They shouldn't pose any threat now.
" A woman's laughter came from inside the courtyard. A beautiful woman, dressed in a white floor-length dress with her
black hair flowing over her snow-white clothes, slowly walked towards the hall, saying, "Master Mo probably doesn't know...
" Although the Nangong family has been far removed from the martial world for many years, and their Four Seas Banks are scattered throughout the country, with martial arts instructors in each bank numbering
no less than a thousand. Moreover, the Nangong family's steward, known as the inscrutable Shi Jian, and an
assassin lurking in the shadows—these two are the most difficult to deal with.”
Zhao Qu and the other women entered the hall and said to everyone, “This is my spy planted in Huangchi
. She's been there for two years. Her identity is
…
the third wife of the Nangong family. She deserves immense credit for annihilating the Nangong family this time.”
The woman coldly glanced at Mo Hensheng and said, “This assassin hiding in the shadows is definitely no less skilled than your Master Mo.
It's just that I haven't seen his true face yet; I've only heard the Nangong family call him Xiao Tian.”
Mo Hensheng arrogantly said, “Xiao Tian, hehe, I've never heard of that name before. Has no one in the world heard of it
?” "Which assassin is more skilled or famous than the assassins of my Yan Zhao Sect?"
the woman said coldly. "The most terrifying assassins are the nameless ones."
Ignoring Mo Hensheng, the woman looked at the crowd in the hall and said, "The biggest threat is still Nangong Ao
. Everyone must be extremely careful of him."
Zhao Qu, without waiting for anyone to speak, interjected, "Everyone's mission is to do everything in our power to stop Huang Chi Nangong. Act with caution."
Zhao Qu raised his cup and said, "Drink this cup, and next year will be a new beginning."
Just as he picked up his cup, a dark figure entered through the door. Zhao Qu put down his cup and pulled the figure down from the air
. Only then did everyone see clearly a black pigeon. Zhao Qu removed the cloth scroll from the pigeon's leg, looked at the words on it,
glanced at everyone, and said with a solemn expression, "Nangong Ao has arrived. Shi Jian, go to Heluo to find Lin Longfei; Xiao Tian, go to Jiang
..." "The Southern Thunderbolt Hall is looking for Lei Peng." Then, glancing at Mo Hensheng, he slowly said, "Mo Xiaoxiao, Lu Qiang, and Bian Feng have already met with
Nangong Ao; they probably won't be coming."
Mo Hensheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. These three were the most prized members of his Yan Zhao Sect. Their martial arts
skills weren't top-tier in the martial world; many assassins were inferior to their targets. They had succeeded, thus demonstrating their suitability as
assassins—they were ruthless and cold-blooded. This was likely the Yan Zhao Sect's biggest defeat yet.
Zhao Qu ignored Mo Hensheng and asked the crowd below, "Whose men are on the banks of the Yellow River?"
Cui Mingwei replied, "Today it should be the Three Eccentrics of Taiyuan and the Two Villains of Dongting."
Zhao Qu pondered for a moment and said, "Send a message to Lin Longfei and Lei Peng by carrier pigeon, telling them to be careful. Send men to
the banks of the Yellow River to assist the Three Eccentrics of Taiyuan."
Cui Mingwei nodded, turned, and left the hall.
Zhao Qu watched Cui Mingwei leave and said to the people in the hall, "Everyone, go and prepare. We'll go to the banks of the Yellow River together."
At this moment, the silent Daoist Chiyan spoke up, "General.
" Zhao Qu coldly glanced at Daoist Chiyan and said, "Could it be that you are ill again and unable to come?"
Chiyan looked at Zhao Qu without fear and said, "This subordinate is old and frail. I humbly request that the General allow me to retire to the mountains."
Zhao Qu coldly said, "Daoist, you have followed me for over ten years, marching south from the northwest border, killing countless enemies.
In these past few years in Bianliang (Kaifeng), you have grown old, so old that I will no longer see your Jingchen Sword drawn."
Chiyan coldly replied, "The Jingchen Sword is only for those who invade, only for those who guard the border, and not for those who are unarmed.
" Zhao Qu, the adopted son of Emperor Gaozong of Song, was a passionate military commander. Ten years prior, he volunteered for a campaign on the northwestern frontier, fighting against the iron cavalry of the Western Xia
. He clashed countless times with the Western Xia cavalry on the northwestern battlefield. Due to his strict discipline and clear system of rewards and punishments,
the Song army under his command was capable of both long-range raids and close-quarters combat, becoming one of the few elite forces in the Song army at the time.
During his years as commander, he also recruited numerous patriotic heroes. The Taoist Master Chiyan was one of the most outstanding among them. However,
after Emperor Gaozong ascended the throne, he ordered Zhao Qu to move from the northwest to Dongjing (Kaifeng), relinquishing his military power to command the martial arts world
. Zhao Qu, still attached to the battlefield, only allowed these people to call him "Commander-in-Chief" here.
Zhao Qu was clearly stung by Chiyan's words. Reflecting on his actions in the martial arts world over the past few years, he sometimes hated himself
. While the soldiers on the frontier were defending their country, the emperor was exercising iron-fisted rule over his people at home
. He could only obey orders, indiscriminately slaughtering martial arts sects. Sometimes he knew those people were acting without cause
, but he could only obey, powerless to resist.
Zhao Qu was on the verge of tears when he suddenly remembered his father's words: "Great deeds are not bound by trivialities."
His gaze slowly turned cold. He coldly looked at Chi Yan and said, "Does the Daoist Master truly intend to leave?
" He didn't wait for Chi Yan's answer, for he had already found the answer in Chi Yan's angry gaze. He slowly
sat down and said to the guards at the door, "Pass down the order: Daoist Chi Yan has committed insubordination and betrayed the court
. Anyone who encounters him shall be killed without mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Wuxing, Mo Hensheng, and Si Tu Nan had already guarded the exit of the hall, waiting for the commander-in-chief's order
to turn Chi Yan into mincemeat.
Zhao Qu poured himself a cup of wine, looked at Chi Yan, and said, "We've known each other for over a decade. If you can fight your way out of the palace, I
'll spare your life." He then picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The moment Zhao Qu picked up his wine cup, he felt a silver light spread throughout the room, and thought to himself, "The Jingchen Sword has finally been drawn
."

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