White-Clad Heroine Queen Cong'er

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Chapter 1 of "The White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er"
: In July 1679, the rebel army led by Wang Cong'er, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, was surrounded by dozens of Qing troops in a mountainous area of Guangxi. After three months of fierce fighting, nearly 90% of the rebels had been killed, leaving only Wang Cong'er and a dozen or so highly skilled subordinates who retreated to the edge of a cliff. Seeing a large number of Qing soldiers surging towards them like a tidal wave, the leading officer shouted, "Two thousand taels of gold for capturing that white-clad woman alive!" With such a large reward, the Qing soldiers, their eyes red with greed, rushed towards the cliff like madmen.
At this moment, a woman in white sneered, "Shameless Qing devil, come and take the two thousand taels of gold if you dare!"
With that, she blurred into the crowd, a white figure disappearing into the throng. Wherever the white figure went, Qing soldiers fell like straw, blood splattering everywhere. The Qing army, which had been so imposing just moments before, was now in complete chaos, everyone fearing for their lives. The officer who had shouted to capture Wang Cong'er alive was now terrified and fled into the crowd.
Seeing the situation was dire, the general in the rear quickly brought in two hundred armored soldiers, followed by four hundred archers.
The armored soldiers, each clad in heavy armor and wielding iron shields and broadswords, formed an impregnable Great Wall.
Bai Ying, however, showed no fear and charged into the ranks of the armored soldiers once more. The armor failed to save the lives of its occupants; a series of subtle, powerful palm strikes pierced through the armor, causing those struck to fall to the ground, their internal organs ruptured, and they died.
The archers drew their bows, and four hundred arrows rained down on Bai Ying and the dozen or so Yi soldiers behind her. Bai Ying spun like a whirlwind, the arrows being repelled by her powerful protective energy as soon as they approached; not a single one could harm her. But the rebel army behind her was not so capable; most of them were killed by arrows, and the rest were all seriously wounded.
The white-clad figure finally stopped. She was extremely beautiful, breathtakingly so. Her eyebrows were as graceful and pure as clear mountains, her eyes as deep and hazy as the starry sky, her figure as slender and beautiful as a goddess, and her temperament as elegant and refined as a solitary orchid in a secluded valley. Her white robes were like snow, ethereal and otherworldly; not a single drop of blood from the previous slaughter had stained them. She was Wang Cong'er, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, also known as Wang Qi Shi, a woman who struck fear into the hearts of the Qing army.
This woman of unparalleled martial arts was originally the newlywed wife of the rebel leader Lin Qi. Less than a month after their marriage, Lin Qi was ambushed and killed by the Qing army. From then on, Wang Cong'er led the rebel army to avenge her husband. In three years, she assassinated fourteen high-ranking officials of the imperial court and escaped unscathed. No one could ascertain her martial arts skills or her true identity.
To kill her, the Qing army had spent a fortune sending countless martial arts masters to assassinate her, but none of them had ever claimed the bounty; they all met their demise. She was like a white grim reaper who controlled life and death; only she could kill, and no one could kill her. For three years, she had been the nightmare of every high-ranking Qing official. Now, this white grim reaper was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops, yet they could not harm her in the slightest. The Qing soldiers advanced cautiously.
Wang Cong'er felt her internal energy dwindle; the previous charge had almost exhausted her remaining 30% of strength, and she could no longer charge. Although she had killed more than eighty enemy soldiers, her own side was almost wiped out. In the end, once her strength was exhausted, she would only be captured. Rather than be captured and humiliated, death was preferable.
She channeled her inner strength and shouted, "Brothers, we must not let the Qing demons capture us alive! Even if we die, our bodies must not fall into their hands! Follow me!" With that, the white figure leaped off the cliff, disappearing into the white clouds of Qingshan. The remaining men followed suit.
Watching this tragic scene, the Qing soldiers were speechless for a long time, staring blankly at the bottomless abyss.
Chapter 2 of "The White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er"
: Night fell. In the dark forest, a white figure walked wearily. It was Wang Cong'er, who had jumped off the cliff during the day. Even with her unparalleled lightness skill, jumping from a bottomless cliff would have been certain death. But a gust of wind blew up from the bottom of the cliff, and she used it to slide up the cliff face, taking three hours to slowly climb to the bottom.
The fighting of the past few days had exhausted her, and she only wanted to lie down and sleep. She knew she needed to find a safe place to rest and circulate her inner energy immediately. As she walked, a mountain god temple suddenly appeared before her. The temple, its construction date unknown, was dilapidated and uninhabited.
Wang Cong'er held her breath, drew her sword from her waist, and slowly approached the temple entrance. She listened intently for a while, confirming no one was inside, before entering.
The paint on the statues inside had long since faded, making it impossible to identify the deity. The temple was covered in dust, as if no one had offered incense for years. She surveyed the temple and discovered a small pond behind it, the water relatively clear.
Wang Cong'er returned to the main hall, closed the temple door, and placed her sword on the offering table, finally relaxing her tense nerves.
Unbeknownst to her, about two miles away, more than twenty local militiamen were approaching.
Wang Cong'er removed her headscarf, revealing long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall. She composed herself, gazing at the ruined statues, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
Wang Cong'er was originally from the north, orphaned at a young age and forced to live on the streets. At the age of seven, a Daoist nun saw her and was astonished by her extraordinary talent, recognizing her as a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a century. She took her as her disciple.
The nun was the legendary Xuefeng Shennu, the head of the Tianshan Sect, a figure of martial arts prowess who had reached a transcendent level. She had roamed the martial world for decades without a single defeat, even defeating the Shaolin master Fangtai Pudu. At that time, she was only twenty-eight years old.
Now, at seventy, she still looks no more than thirty, yet she never takes on disciples. Wang Cong'er was her first and last disciple. She hadn't misjudged her; Wang Cong'er was naturally intelligent, mastering any martial art with ease, and even able to apply what she learned to other situations, improving upon it. In just three years, her foundation was exceptionally solid. Next, Xuefeng Shennu taught her the Tianshan Sect's most treasured manual, the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra."
The "Mysterious Maiden's Heart Sutra" is an extremely profound and mysterious martial arts technique, divided into nine levels. Its fame in the martial arts world is far less than that of the Shaolin School's "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). Previous generations of Tianshan sect leaders had practiced it, but almost none could reach beyond the third level; their skills were only considered first-rate, and they could never reach the pinnacle. It
wasn't until the generation of the Snow Peak Goddess that it was realized that mastering the "Mysterious Maiden's Heart Sutra" required the gathering of three Yin energies to achieve great success. This meant that a pure Yin virgin must practice on a Yin day and at a Yin hour in a cold, Yin place, which would make the skill twice as effective.
She practiced according to this method, reaching the sixth level by the age of twenty-five. With this skill, she was invincible in the martial arts world, even defeating the Shaolin sect leader. However, after reaching the seventh level at the age of thirty, she made no further progress. Even at sixty, she still couldn't enter the eighth level.
At this moment, she finally realized that once a woman passes thirty, her youth is over, and her cultivation of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" will make no further progress. She couldn't help but regret that she shouldn't have ventured into the martial world so early, thus neglecting her training.
From then on, she was determined to find a girl with exceptional talent to teach her the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra," believing that seeing her disciple master it would make her life worthwhile.
Wang Cong'er lived up to her master's expectations, reaching the seventh level by the age of eighteen, a progress far surpassing that of the Snow Peak Goddess in her prime. Seeing her disciple's rapid progress, the Snow Peak Goddess was very pleased, predicting that Wang Cong'er would reach the ninth level, the highest realm, before the age of twenty-five.
Unexpectedly, when Wang Cong'er was nineteen, Lin Qi, a rebel leader being pursued by the Qing army, came to the Tianshan Sect for refuge.
The Snow Peak Goddess also supported the White Lotus Sect's anti-Qing movement, so she assigned Wang Cong'er to escort Lin Qi back to the White Lotus Sect. The two were relentlessly pursued by Qing soldiers along the way, but Wang Cong'er's unparalleled martial arts
skills allowed them to overcome numerous obstacles, and they gradually fell in love. They secretly pledged their lives to each other and married on the day they arrived at the White Lotus Sect. However, Lin Qi knew that Wang Cong'er was the sole heir of the Tianshan Sect, and that marrying her without the Snow Peak Goddess's approval was inappropriate. Therefore, he did not perform the marital ceremony with Wang Cong'er, intending to wait until he received her approval. Wang Cong'er, having grown up under her master's care, was unfamiliar with matters of the heart and did not mind.
Unexpectedly, just one month into their marriage, Lin Qi was ambushed by a large Qing army while leading an inspection tour and was killed on the spot.
Upon learning of this, Wang Cong'er immediately stormed the prison that very night, but she arrived too late; Lin Qi had already been murdered. Her husband's tragic death devastated Wang Cong'er, and in one night, she slaughtered hundreds of Qing soldiers and carried Lin Qi's body away.
From then on, Wang Cong'er led Lin Qi's former troops, merging with other rebel armies from various provinces. Due to her exceptional martial arts skills, intelligence, and effective leadership, she was elected as the leader of the rebel forces. From then on, they fought across the north and south, with the war affecting five provinces. Even with hundreds of thousands of elite Qing troops, they were unable to annihilate them. Furthermore, fourteen of their generals, protected by thousands of soldiers, were assassinated by Wang Cong'er, shattering her prestige.
The Snow Peak Goddess found Wang Cong'er, hoping she wouldn't get involved in the war, but Wang Cong'er insisted on avenging Lin Qi. Knowing her beloved disciple's stubborn nature, the Snow Peak Goddess instructed her to diligently practice her martial arts, and that if the uprising failed, she could return to Tianshan to avoid disaster. With that, she vanished. This time, the Qing army, having exerted all its strength, finally annihilated the rebel army. Only Wang Cong'er, with her unparalleled martial arts, escaped again.
Wang Cong'er knelt before the statue of the deity, silently praying: "May the great god bless me to rebuild the White Lotus Sect, avenge my late husband and brothers, eradicate the Qing demons, and bring peace and prosperity to the people." Then, she carried a three- or four-hundred-pound stone incense burner from the temple to prop up the door, lay down on the offering table, and closed her eyes to rest.
(Chapter 3 of "White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er")
A mile and a half away, about twenty local militiamen carrying wooden sticks and lanterns were walking towards the mountain god temple. The leader was called Yang Gouzi, a guard from the nearby Yang Family Village, owned by the lord of Yang Mo's family.
Yang Mo was formerly a notorious bandit in the area, a disciple of the Thunder and Lightning Sect, and his Wind and Thunder Palm technique was quite famous. Later, he retired from the underworld and spent 50,000 taels of silver to buy the rank of captain, making him a local tyrant who could do whatever he wanted.
A year ago, his master, Kuang Lei Lei Zhentian, led dozens of elite members of his sect, hired by the imperial court for a hefty sum, to assassinate Wang Cong'er. However, they were all wiped out by Wang Cong'er. Yang Mo, realizing his skills were far inferior to his master and senior brothers, was thankful he had left the martial world early; otherwise, he would have perished along with them. Therefore, he resolved to never again concern himself with the affairs of the martial world or the imperial court, content to be his local tyrant.
Recently, he has been practicing the Joyful Zen technique he obtained from the Western Regions, capturing over a dozen virgins who had lost their families in war to use as experimental subjects, indulging in endless pleasure and forgetting all his worries. The imperial court was cracking down on the White Lotus Rebels in this area and ordered him to assist in the pursuit. He merely went through the motions; two thousand taels of gold were indeed tempting, but he only had one life.
It wasn't until midday that he learned the rebel army had been wiped out and their leader, Wang Cong'er, had jumped off a cliff to his death. He then sent several groups of local militia out to search, hoping they would steal from nearby villages to extort protection money, and capture a few women without family backgrounds to use for his martial arts training. If they were lucky enough to find the rebel corpses and send them to the authorities, they could make a small fortune.
Yang Gouzi was Yang Mo's henchman, and he had learned some rudimentary martial arts from him. He used it to bully those who couldn't pay their taxes, and it was always effective. He had once beaten a family of seven until they were vomiting blood. He was a well-known "master" in the area, and the local militia admired him greatly, vying to become his disciples. He always made excuses to refuse, putting on an air of superiority and casually ordering them around. This time, he was leading this group on a patrol in the vicinity.
Recently, Yang Gouzi lost over twenty rounds at the gambling den, losing more than two hundred taels of silver, which pained him greatly. He believed it was because he never worshipped any gods, and since there was no temple in the village, he decided to go to the local mountain god temple, which hadn't been visited for years, to pray for good luck.
As he walked, Yang Gouzi cursed, "Damn it! I came all the way to this godforsaken place to pray for good fortune. If this doesn't work, I'll tear this dilapidated temple down!"
A villager named A Niu beside him advised, "Don't worry, Master Gouzi. My grandma says this god is very effective; he can bring good luck. If he doesn't work, I'll be the first to beat him up."
Yang Gouzi laughed, "If it's really as you say, I'll reward you with ten rains when I get rich, so you can have a good time at the brothel. I heard the brothel has recently started a new thing—they've got some prostitutes dressed in white, pretending to be some kind of white-clad knights-errant." "Wang Cong'er was so popular that the doorway was almost trampled over. I even went to her once, but that bitch was too ugly and slutty, she had no chivalrous spirit at all. I could only do it with my eyes closed, it wasn't satisfying at all!"
A Niu said, "Actually, what's so great about Wang Cong'er? With my skills, it's a piece of cake for me to have her, and I can fuck her to death."
Yang Gouzi became more and more smug as he listened, and said smugly, "It was too good for her to jump off the cliff. If she were still alive, I would make her our horse to ride."
Everyone burst into laughter.
As they talked, they saw the mountain god temple in the distance. A Niu suddenly paused and said, "Gouzi, I was hunting here a few months ago, and I could clearly see the temple gate. Why is it closed now? No one has been here for a year. What's going on?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Gouzi thought to himself: Could it be that some remnants of the White Lotus Sect have escaped here? But I don't know how many there are. I have to find out first. Thinking of this, he quickly whispered, "Everyone, extinguish the lanterns and approach step by step. First, check the ground for any traces."
The group slowly approached the mountain god temple, carefully examining the surroundings. Yang Gouzi finally found a footprint on the steps. Wang Cong'er had been using his lightness skill to avoid leaving any footprints, but he had been careless when climbing the steps, leaving muddy marks from his boots unnoticed.
Yang Gouzi noticed the footprint was small, resembling a woman's. A thought struck him: could Wang Cong'er be alive and had escaped here? The thought of that fearsome white-clad reaper nearly made him wet himself.
Just as he was about to turn and run, he remembered his enormous debt. If he could capture Wang Cong'er alive, two thousand taels of gold would be enough to buy the entire Yang Family Village. He could then learn from Master Yang and buy an official position, showing off his power to his brothers. Thinking of that white-clad prostitute he had been with, Wang Cong'er suddenly seemed less frightening.
Fortune and glory are sought amidst danger, and Yang Gouzi was determined to risk his life. However, rushing in through the main gate was far too risky; who knew how many people were inside?
At this moment, A Niu said, "Master Gou, when I was a child, my grandmother told me that she once hid from bandits in this mountain god temple. Back then, the bandits in this area were very fierce. The abbot of this place dug a tunnel behind the statue in the temple, leading directly to an ancient tree outside the temple. Why don't we go in through the tunnel and take a look?"
Yang Gouzi was overjoyed, thinking: "Heaven is truly blessing me with wealth!" So he decided to go in through the tunnel himself to investigate.
The group found the ancient tree and indeed saw a tunnel large enough for a person to pass through in the tree hollow. Yang Gouzi lit a tinderbox and went down into the tunnel. The tunnel hadn't been used for decades, yet it was still not blocked, although it smelled terrible and rats were crawling everywhere.
After climbing for more than ten zhang, Yang Gouzi saw a wooden plank above him. He quickly extinguished his tinderbox, gently lifted the plank, and climbed up. Sure enough, in front of him was the back seat of a deity statue. He held his breath and peeked out from behind. Less than ten zhang in front of him, a long-haired woman in white robes was fast asleep on the offering table. Yang Gouzi mustered his courage and leaned out to take a look, and was immediately stunned.
He thought to himself: My God, how can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? I've seen beautiful women before, but compared to her, they are like clouds and mud. Her features and figure are like the embodiment of all the beauty in the world. Even Chang'e descended to earth couldn't compare. If I could spend one night with her, I would die ten thousand times over.
Thinking of this, Yang Gouzi felt his lower body swell as if it were about to explode, but he immediately suppressed his burning lust and pulled back, because he saw Wang Cong'er turn over, revealing the sword beside her. It turned out that Wang Cong'er was not asleep.
In Chapter 4 of "The White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er,"
Yang Gouzi thought: "That was close! If I hadn't been able to control myself and pounced on her, I would definitely have been eaten by her sword." He quickly pressed his body against the Buddha statue.
Wang Cong'er had rested at the offering table for a while, but her mind remained unsettled. She thought about how, three years ago, she had single-mindedly sought revenge for her husband and to overthrow the Qing Dynasty. She had reorganized her scattered followers, and at one point, they had routed the Qing army. For the past three years, she hadn't just focused on fighting; she had also devoted considerable effort to cultivating the "Mysterious Woman's Heart Sutra." Half a year ago, she had reached the eighth level, her skill surpassing even her master's, making her practically the greatest
martial artist in the world. However, three months ago, she made a colossal mistake: leading her army into these mountains. Unfamiliar with the terrain, the troops wandered aimlessly through the forest and were eventually surrounded by the Qing army. For three months, she had exerted all her strength, employing every military tactic imaginable, yet she still couldn't break through the Qing encirclement.
She had even infiltrated the Qing army several times to attempt to assassinate their commander, but this time, the commander had clearly learned from past experience, employing ten look-alikes throughout the camp, each surrounded by numerous soldiers, including a musketeer unit. Although Wang Cong'er considered herself a master of martial arts, she still had to be wary of the powerful firearms. Several times, if it weren't for her superior agility, she would have been injured by them.
In the end, her sworn brothers who had followed her for many years died before her eyes, and she was powerless to stop them. Now, she was the only one left alive, feeling utterly ashamed before the spirits of Lin Qi and her sworn brothers.
Remembering her master's words before he left, she wondered if she should go to Tianshan to find him. But this thought was fleeting; her heart was once again filled with a deep-seated hatred for the Qing court. If she could leave this place and find Yao Zhifu of the White Lotus Sect's Blue Banner, it wouldn't be impossible to start another uprising.
Thinking of Yao Zhifu, she couldn't help but sigh. This man had repeatedly hinted at his affection for her, but although she was still a virgin, having already married Qi Lin, she was his for life, destined to remain a widow for him. Her heart could not hold another man.
Thinking of this, Wang Cong'er didn't want to sleep anymore. She turned over and sat up, feeling dizzy, knowing it was because she hadn't eaten or drunk anything for several days. During the period when they were surrounded by Qing soldiers, their rations ran out in the first month. Later, the rebels had to kill horses to eat, and when the horses were all gone, they could only gnaw on grass roots and tree bark. As a result, they ate all the grass roots and tree bark in the besieged mountains.
Wang Cong'er had profound internal strength, so she gave most of her food to others, eating only a little herself. But fighting for such a long time was starting to take its toll on her body. Her legs could barely move, and her whole body was numb and itchy.
For three months, she hadn't taken a bath at all. There was no water source nearby, and there wasn't enough water to drink, let alone enough to bathe.
Even though she had been suppressing the evaporation of sweat with her internal strength, it was impossible to remain clean for three months. Thinking of the pool behind the temple, she suddenly had a strong urge to take a good bath and invigorate herself.
The door was already blocked off with a stone incense burner. Anyone trying to get in would have to make a huge noise, and it would take more than ten people to push it open. This way, she could be prepared in time. Thinking of this, Wang Cong'er picked up her sword and walked towards the back of the temple.
Yang Gouzi heard the footsteps and knew that Wang Cong'er had gone to the back of the temple. He crept out from behind the Buddha statue and secretly followed her.
Wang Cong'er walked to the edge of the pool and reflexively looked around before sitting on a large rock beside the pool. She gently rubbed her swollen and sore legs with her hands, then took off her white cloth boots and removed her white socks, which were already turning black at the toes, revealing a pair of fair feet that were as white as snow and as clear as jade. At the same time, a strange smell entered her nose. Even a fairy's feet would stink if she hadn't washed them for three months. She couldn't help but blush.
Then she began to undress—the white bodice slowly slipped off, revealing a flawless jade-like body. Her skin was snow-white and delicate, like solidified cream, smooth and silky like satin. Her waist was slender, and her breasts stood firm like bowls. Her nipples were incredibly alluring, and her navel was small and exquisite.
Next, her white trousers and underwear fell to her legs as the belt was removed. Her long, slender legs, like bamboo shoots, and her rounded buttocks were revealed. At the junction of her legs was a thin crevice surrounded by a ring of black down. Wang Cong'er's naked body exuded a mature beauty, like a celestial maiden descending to earth to play in the water.
Wang Cong'er felt an indescribable coolness and comfort as her feet soaked in the icy pool water, stimulating every pore of her skin. She bent down and slowly walked into the pool, stopping when the water reached her waist. Having grown up in the north, she had never been in contact with river water and was therefore unable to swim. Not knowing how deep the pool was, she dared not go too far in lest she drown.
Then, Wang Cong'er began to concentrate on washing the filth off her body with the pool water, quickly becoming immersed in the pleasure of the cold water washing over her body.
All of this was clearly seen by Yang Gouzi, who was hiding in the bushes. His penis had already pierced a large hole in the ground, leaving it covered in semen, and blood was streaming from his nose. Seeing his opportunity, he slowly crawled forward, reaching the stone where the clothes were placed. He picked up Wang Cong'er's clothes, boots, socks, and the sword, and then crawled back to the temple along the same path. Wang Cong'er, preoccupied with washing her body, was completely unaware that her clothes and weapon had been taken away.
Yang Gouzi picked up Wang Cong'er's clothes, pants, boots, and socks one by one, sniffing them like a dog. He didn't care about any strange smells; the aroma was more tempting than any perfume. He grabbed a boot and chewed on it, imagining himself biting into Wang Cong'er's snow-white foot, his mind racing with ecstasy.
Suddenly, he felt something hard in his mouth, almost breaking his teeth. He tore off the sole and found a piece of iron inside. He checked the other boot, but there was nothing there.
Suspicion crept into his mind. Hiding something in shoes to ambush someone was something only third-rate martial artists would do. Why would Wang Cong'er, a top-tier expert, do such a thing? He suddenly remembered Yang Mo telling him about the weakness of the Iron Shirt technique, and it dawned on him. He calmed himself, rolled up his clothes and sword, and crawled into the tunnel.
The tragic fate of the white-clad heroine, Wang Cong'er, was about to begin.
Chapter 5 of "The White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er"
: After an incense stick's time, Wang Cong'er washed away the filth from head to toe accumulated over the past three months. Soaking in the water brought her indescribable joy and refreshment; her spirits improved significantly, and her internal energy had recovered to about 20%. She vigorously wrung her soaking wet hair a few times before heading towards the shore, intending to get dressed and leave immediately, as this was a dangerous place she couldn't linger in.
Looking up, she was shocked to find that her clothes, sword, and other belongings on the large rock had vanished. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave; she had clearly placed them on the rock!
Just then, a burly man leaped out of the nearby bushes, striking her with a stick. Wang Cong'er instinctively swung her arm to block, breaking the stick into several pieces, and the man was sent flying.
But then, more than twenty burly men surged out from around the pool, all shirtless, wearing only shorts with their crotches bulging high.
Their eyes were bloodshot, drool dripping, and they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Capture this beauty alive! She's worth two thousand taels of gold!"
"I don't want the gold, I just want her!"
"Hehe, I want her too, and I'll take the money too!" They all leaped into the pool, closing in on Wang Cong'er.
Wang Cong'er had survived countless assassination attempts by martial arts masters, and her experience was undeniably rich, but she had never faced an enemy naked before. Apart from bathing with her master when she was a child, only the female soldiers who helped her to bed had seen her body; even her husband, Qi Lin, had never seen it.
Now, with so many people staring at her, the usually composed and resourceful Wang Cong'er was panicked and at a loss, filled with shame and anger. She only knew to retreat step by step towards the center of the pool, her left hand protecting her breasts, and her right hand channeling her inner strength to desperately splash the pool water to stop the villagers from getting closer, uttering meaningless threats: "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, or I'll kill you all."
The villagers braved the pool water splashed by Wang Cong'er and still rushed forward desperately. The pool water, propelled by her inner strength, lashed their bodies and faces like hail, causing excruciating pain. Some were even thrown out of the water by the impact. Normally, these cowardly villagers would have fled long ago, but now they were faced with the temptation of two thousand taels of gold and the most beautiful woman in the world. They didn't care about mountains of knives or seas of fire, and each of them charged forward bravely, risking their lives.
Although Wang Cong'er had only recovered 20% of the power of the eighth level of the "Mysterious Maiden's Heart Sutra," she was still considered a top-tier expert in the world. She could easily injure and cause the villagers to vomit blood by exerting force through the water if they came within three feet of her. However, now, having lost her composure, Wang Cong'er only knew how to retreat, trying to keep the villagers at least two zhang away, the farther the better. Naturally, the power of her force through the water was greatly reduced, rendering her unable to harm anyone. Unbeknownst to her, she had already retreated until the water reached her chest.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Gouzi had secretly slipped into the pool and slowly swam towards Wang Cong'er from the bottom. Yang Gouzi had just gone out through the tunnel to meticulously plan his operation, having the villagers enter the temple with him through the tunnel, then lie in ambush by the pool. He planned to rush forward when Wang Cong'er discovered her clothes were missing, allowing Yang Gouzi to launch a sneak attack while she was in a state of panic.
Yang Gouzi was an excellent swimmer. Under the moonlight, he had a perfect view of Wang Cong'er's body. He saw that her left hand was covering her breasts, but how could one hand possibly cover her large, bowl-sized breasts? It could only barely cover her nipples. A tuft of dark hair on her lower body was clearly visible. Her legs were tiptoeing backward, truly like a white lotus in the water, making Yang Gouzi's blood boil.
Yang Gouzi swam to Wang Cong'er's feet, waited for the right moment, grabbed her feet, and lifted them off the ground with force. If this were on land, even with hundreds of pounds of strength, he wouldn't have been able to move Wang Cong'er an inch. Unfortunately, Wang Cong'er was in the water, tiptoeing, and completely unprepared. She immediately plunged headfirst into the water, swallowing pool water and choking, unable to breathe.
Five or six local militiamen, all skilled swimmers, immediately dove into the water to help Yang Gouzi attack Wang Cong'er. In truth, the deepest part of the pool only reached Wang Cong'er's neck; it was far from drowning. However, Wang Cong'er was naturally afraid of water, and once in the water, her mind went completely blank. She could only flail her arms and kick her legs
wildly, utterly disoriented. The militiamen, working in perfect unison, each grabbed her limbs with both hands, their legs locking her in like octopuses, while one grabbed her hair and pulled her underwater. Despite her predicament, Wang Cong'er desperately tried to use the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" to roll and spin in the water, attempting to shake off the militiamen, but they held on tightly, creating turbulent waves in the water.
Yang Gouzi wasn't idle either; he pulled a silver needle from his belt—a tool he had obtained from Yang Mo to show off to the militiamen. Seeing that Wang Cong'er was drinking more and more water and her struggles were weakening, he ordered one of the villagers to lift her right foot out of the water, while the others stepped forward and held her head down firmly against the bottom of the pool.
Yang Gouzi grabbed Wang Cong'er's ankle and saw that her sole was snow-white and smooth, neither too fat nor too thin, with five bright pearls that shone brilliantly. Her toes were curled up as if trying to escape something, constantly twisting and turning. He sniffed her and found that they emitted a strange fragrance, making him almost want to bite them.
Yang Gouzi suppressed his impulse, pinched a silver needle between two fingers, and began to prick the acupoints on the sole of Wang Cong'er's foot. After several attempts, the silver needle could only penetrate halfway into the sole before being bounced away by a strange force, as if it had been pierced into a pile of cotton. Although Wang Cong'er was already dizzy from drinking too much water and her stomach and head were throbbing with pain, she still felt a strange sensation on the sole of her right foot, as if someone was pricking the acupoints on her foot with needles. She was immediately alarmed: Could it be that
the acupoints of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" had been exposed?
It turns out that when the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" is cultivated to the sixth level, internal energy will permeate all the meridians, sealing all 107 acupoints in the body. At that time, no matter where the body is attacked, the internal energy can protect it in time. Even large swords and small needles cannot penetrate it, making it virtually invulnerable.
However, even the most miraculous martial arts have their weaknesses. The "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" still requires one acupoint as the key to connecting the internal energy of the whole body, which is the Yongquan acupoint on the right foot. Although this acupoint is very hidden on the sole of the foot, once it is pierced, it will act like a large lock, forcing the internal energy distributed in the meridians of the whole body back to the dantian. The internal energy can no longer be transmitted out of the dantian. Although it is not a complete loss of skill, it will make people unable to use their internal energy even though they are full of it.
The Snow Peak Goddess knew this weakness, so she always hid a piece of iron at the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her shoe, just in case. Wang Cong'er was no exception. However, this secret, which only the two of them knew, was accidentally discovered by Yang Gouzi from the iron piece in Wang Cong'er's right boot.
Although Yang Gouzi knew Wang Cong'er's right foot was definitely her weak point, he didn't know which acupoint it was, so he just kept randomly pricking. He accidentally pierced the Yongquan acupoint, but noticed blood seeping from the needle's insertion point on the sole of her foot. He didn't generate enough force to deflect the needle, and he was overjoyed. He forcefully plunged the needle into Wang Cong'er's foot.
Wang Cong'er felt excruciating pain in the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her right foot. Knowing something was wrong, she gritted her teeth and unleashed all her strength. With a loud bang, the center of the pool seemed to explode, water splashing high into the air. Yang Gouzi and several villagers who were holding her were thrown back, crashing into the grass, writhing in pain. Wang Cong'er's snow-white naked body fell onto the bank, startling the villagers who scattered. But strangely, she didn't get up to chase them; instead, she lay motionless in the grass.
Yang Gouzi, mustering his courage, crawled over and saw that Wang Cong'er's belly was swollen high, her eyes were tightly closed, and blood was flowing from the sole of her right foot. The silver needle had been deeply inserted into the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot. He then felt her entire body and felt no internal force rebound.
Yang Gouzi immediately realized that Wang Cong'er, the most beautiful woman in the world with the best martial arts skills, had been captured alive. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, as if two thousand taels of gold were right in front of him. The twenty-odd villagers beside him couldn't wait to take off their pants and enjoy their spoils.
Looking at the naked Wang Cong'er in front of him, Yang Gouzi suddenly wanted to see her in white clothes even more. He stopped the villagers and ordered them to use their outer garments to wipe Wang Cong'er's entire body clean and squeeze out the water from her belly. Naturally, many of them took advantage of the situation, touching her breasts and licking her feet. Then they dressed her in her white clothes, white pants, and even boots and socks, and a white-clad heroine reappeared before everyone.
Yang Gouzi pinched her philtrum hard, forcing her to lean against a large rock by the pool. Soon, Wang Cong'er slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with Yang Gouzi's ugly face. (
Chapter 6 of "White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er")
Upon waking, Wang Cong'er's first action was to check between her legs for anything unusual. Although she had never experienced sexual intercourse, she had learned about the physical reactions that should occur between men and women over the past three years. She felt nothing amiss in her lower body, but found that her clothes, pants, and even boots and socks were still on. Aside from a persistent throbbing pain in her stomach and head, she experienced excruciating pain at the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her right foot. It seemed the entire needle had been inserted into her foot, causing a serious injury, and the bleeding had not yet stopped.
Trying to circulate her internal energy, she felt that all the power of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" was concentrated in her dantian, as if trapped in a bag, unable to flow into the meridians of her body. She immediately realized that her master's words were true; she was now not much different from an ordinary woman.
Despite being in dire straits, she was a seasoned veteran and tried her best to calm herself and clear her mind. She thought: If these people wanted to capture her alive, they should have taken her to the authorities for the reward or intended to assault her. But instead, they've given her clothes. Could it be that they don't want money or sex?
Wang Cong'er straightened her clothes, enduring the pain in her right foot, and stood up, saying loudly, "Gentlemen, you have captured me today, but I have no grudge against you. Could you please do me a favor? The White Lotus Sect has always championed the poor and needy. If you release me today, you will surely reward me handsomely in the future."
Yang Gouzi lewdly laughed, "Miss Wang, you're simply talking nonsense. Your White Lotus Sect is now mostly dead or has fled, barely a force to be reckoned with. Even your dignified leader is in our hands. We brothers may be poor, but you are our benefactor. Two thousand taels of gold are enough to support us for the rest of our lives." "You've lost all your power, and you still want to bargain? Let me tell you the truth, the reason I dressed you is so I can rape a real white-clad swordswoman. That would be much more satisfying. Are you going to take them off yourself, or do you want us to help you?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Cong'er's face turned red with anger, and she retorted, "You villain, how did you know the location of my acupoints?"
Yang Gouzi pulled out a piece of iron from his pocket and laughed, "It's all your fault for being so stupid. Hiding an iron piece in the sole of your boot, even a fool would know there's something wrong with your foot." As he spoke, he walked forward and reached out to grab Wang Cong'er's right foot without any hesitation.
Wang Cong'er knew that if she didn't fight back now, she would fall into the hands of these lecherous men, and her innocence would be in jeopardy. Thinking this, she gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and used her right foot as a pivot, turning with lightning speed and delivering a spinning kick to Yang Gouzi's face.
Wang Cong'er had practiced martial arts since childhood, and her bones and muscles were far more flexible and strong than the average person, her foundation exceptionally solid. Although this kick lacked the aid of internal force, it still possessed considerable power. Yang Gouzi, carried away by his arrogance, was determined to strip this lamb naked himself, never expecting his opponent to be such a shrew. He dodged the kick with a quick movement, but still took a heavy blow to the shoulder, falling backward and knocking down three or four of the village thugs along with him.
Knowing she was outnumbered, Wang Cong'er couldn't fight them head-on. She ducked past the local militia, only to be met by two more attacking from either side. She leaped up, executing a split in mid-air, kicking both men in the face simultaneously. The pain sent them tumbling to the ground, clutching their faces. Using her agility, she darted through the encirclement and ran towards the temple.
Yang Gouzi, arms crossed, shouted, "Surround her! Don't let her get away! That's two thousand taels of gold!" The militia, without his command, grabbed their sticks and gave chase.
Wang Cong'er rushed into the temple. Although she had lost her internal energy, her lightness skill remained, and her agility allowed her to run far faster than most. She continued running, which only exacerbated the pain in her feet. Now, all she wanted was to open the temple gates and run as far as she could. But as soon as she reached the temple entrance, she froze. A stone incense burner weighing three or four hundred pounds was blocking the entrance. This was originally a safety measure she had set up to prevent anyone from entering the temple, but now it had trapped her instead.
At this moment, the villagers had already poured into the main hall of the mountain god temple, forming a siege. Seeing that things had come to this, Wang Cong'er knew she wouldn't escape until she defeated them. So she unleashed the Tianshan Palm Technique, combined with the Mandarin Duck Continuous Kicks, and engaged the villagers in combat.
Wang Cong'er, worthy of being the number one female martial arts master, although she couldn't use her internal energy, her eyesight remained sharp. She could always see the weaknesses of her opponents before they even made a move, using skill to overcome brute force and defeating them first. Knowing her strength was insufficient, she used her palms as cover, focusing her kicks on the faces of the villagers.
The villagers, unfamiliar with martial arts, wouldn't understand this principle. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight men had been kicked in the head and face, screaming and collapsing to the ground, unable to get up.
Yang Gouzi was shocked; he hadn't expected Wang Cong'er to be so powerful even without internal energy. He regretted not tying her up earlier. But he was more perceptive than the other villagers, noticing that Wang Cong'er's strength was waning; her right leg was limping, and blood was slowly seeping from the sole of her boot. He knew her foot injury wouldn't last much longer.
His confidence surged, and he drew Wang Cong'er's precious sword from behind his back, shouting, "Brothers, step aside! Let me, Gouye, deal with this little bitch!" With that, he swung his sword at Wang Cong'er.
Although Wang Cong'er had kicked down nearly ten men, her right leg was already too painful to stand. If it weren't for her foot injury, defeating all the villagers wouldn't have been impossible. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a blade behind her and quickly dodged to the side. Yang Gouzi's sword only struck the incense burner in front of the door, and with a "crack," a piece of the corner was severed.
Wang Cong'er saw that Yang Gouzi was holding the precious sword Qiushui Duan, the one her master had given her before their parting. Enraged, she used a grappling technique to try and snatch the sword back.
Seeing the sword's sharpness, Yang Gouzi's confidence soared. He swung the sword, slashing left and right. Wang Cong'er, fearing its sharpness, dared not approach and was forced behind a large pillar.
Suddenly, two hands reached out from behind the pillar, wrapped a hemp rope around Wang Cong'er's neck, and tightened it around her neck. Wang Cong'er felt short of breath, saw stars, and couldn't catch her breath. She could only grip the rope tightly to reduce its pull. Seeing their chance, the villagers pounced on her like hungry tigers.
Although Wang Cong'er couldn't move, she still managed to use her waist strength to launch a series of kicks, knocking down three more people. But immediately, her left foot was grabbed, and then her right foot was also caught. She was held firmly by several men, and her hands were also pressed behind her back by the villagers, rendering her immobile.
Yang Gouzi laughed triumphantly, "What white-clad heroine? She can't even beat a few of us country bumpkins. She only relies on her face and body to deceive people, and she's as fierce as a shrew. Today, I, Gouzi, will teach you how to be a woman. Brothers, carry this slut heroine to the offering table."
The villagers hurriedly carried the still struggling Wang Cong'er to the offering table. Yang Gouzi reached out and ripped off her right boot. The sole and white sock were stained with blood. Peeling off the white sock, he saw that her crystal-white sole was splattered with blood. Yang Gouzi felt a pang of pity and stuck out his tongue to lick her sole.
Chapter 1 of Gang Rape of the White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er:
Wang Cong'er had defeated countless skilled assassins throughout her life, but today she never imagined she would fall into the hands of a group of unskilled village militia. She desperately tried to activate her dantian, hoping to gather even half of her internal energy, but all her efforts were in vain. Her internal energy remained trapped in her dantian, without any change. Without the support of internal energy, the hunger and fatigue of the past few days overwhelmed her, leaving her feeling utterly weak.
More than twenty pairs of shameless and lustful eyes roamed brazenly over her body, as if these filthy eyes had seen right through her, a profound humiliation for her, and she felt utterly helpless.
During the fight, Wang Cong'er's collar was ripped open, revealing her jade-like neck and half of her snow-white shoulder. Her right foot was almost numb with pain; even her boots and socks had been stripped off by Yang Gouzi. This lecherous man even stretched out his tongue to lick her right foot, feeling like a caterpillar crawling on her sole. She wanted to kick his ugly, disgusting face to pieces, but with several strong arms holding her tightly, she couldn't even bend her leg and could only watch helplessly as Yang Gouzi licked her right foot.
Yang Gouzi held Wang Cong'er's foot tightly in both hands, his tongue rolling back and forth on what he considered the most beautiful foot he had ever seen. His tongue felt a soft, smooth sensation, without a single callus. The taste of blood was sweet, combined with the exotic fragrance emanating from her sole—it was the ultimate pleasure, incomparable to any delicacy.
It turned out that Wang Cong'er and the Snow Peak Goddess had been consuming Tian Shan snow lotus for a long time, and over time, their bodies had acquired a unique fragrance, greatly benefiting Yang Gouzi. As Yang Gouzi licked, he felt he had reached the needle tip on the wound at the Yongquan acupoint. He bit down hard on the needle tip with his front teeth and pulled it out forcefully. With a "sizzle," a blood-soaked silver needle was pulled out from Wang Cong'er's foot. She clenched her teeth in pain and lifted her head, but she didn't even groan.
Yang Gouzi couldn't help but admire her stubborn and resolute character; she truly was a heroine. He picked up a headscarf from the ground and wrapped it around the wound on Wang Cong'er's right foot. Then, with lightning speed, he pressed down on Wang Cong'er, grabbed her collar, and ripped it open. Instantly, half of her white upper garment and bodice were pulled off, revealing most of her high, glistening breasts. The sight made the nearby villagers drool and their penises hard.
Wang Cong'er, filled with shame and indignation, roared, "You villain, what do you want to do?"
Yang Gouzi, while stroking her breasts, lewdly chuckled, "You women just love to say these unnecessary things. You know what I want to do, why ask?"
He then reached out and unbuckled Wang Cong'er's belt, grabbing her waistband and pulling down her white trousers to her calves, revealing pink panties and her long, shapely, snow-white thighs. Below her small, rounded knees were her shapely calves, gleaming with an alluring sheen.
The villagers were already mesmerized, shouting, "Master Gou, hurry up, you're next!"
"Hurry up, if we wait any longer, my little brother's going to explode!"
"Nonsense, I'm the second one!"
"It's me!" A cacophony of noise erupted in the mountain temple.
Seeing his brothers were practically going crazy, Yang Gouzi wasted no more time, pulling down his own shorts to reveal his already throbbing member.
This was the first time Wang Cong'er had ever seen a male's genitals. Between two dirty, dark legs, a foot-long black fleshy rod was protruding from a clump of black hair. At the top of the rod was a fleshy mass the size of an egg. It smelled extremely foul, and there were bulging blue veins around the rod. It was truly disgusting.
The thought of that enormous, disgusting thing about to penetrate her body nearly terrified her. All she could do was frantically twist her limbs, banging her head against the table, pleading, "No, no! I beg you, as long as you don't defile my purity, I'll give you anything."
Seeing her so frightened, Yang Gouzi wondered: Could this little lioness be seeing a man's member for the first time? Otherwise, why would she be so excited?
He mocked, "Miss Wang, even if you brought mountains of gold and silver, I wouldn't want them now. I only want you. It's not like it's your first time, why pretend to be so virtuous and chaste?" With that, he ripped off Wang Cong'er's last pair of trousers and shoved them into her mouth, revealing her undeveloped black forest to Yang Gouzi, the pink folds of flesh peeking out from among the black hair.
In this situation, even the most resolute hero would succumb to temptation, let alone Yang Gouzi, who was already a lecher. To inflict even greater mental torment on Wang Cong'er, he deliberately delayed thrusting his penis in, instead swaying it from side to side, saying, "Miss Wang, be careful, I'm going to attack from the left."
With that, he thrust his penis towards Wang Cong'er's genitals from the left. Wang Cong'er, with her own panties in her mouth, couldn't utter a single curse, only able to dodge the penis's attacks with her waist. Each time, the penis slid past her crotch, filling her with terror, fearing she wouldn't be able to dodge the next blow.
Seeing that he had tormented her enough, Yang Gouzi decided to finish her off with one final strike, gathering all his strength for a straight thrust. Wang Cong'er couldn't dodge in time; with a "thud," the thick penis pierced her body.
Wang Cong'er felt a red-hot iron rod pierce her lower body; her mind went blank, as if her soul had been pierced, everything stopped.
Yang Gouzi's penis, however, cut through everything in its path, finally reaching Wang Cong'er's last line of defense: her hymen. He felt his penis being pressed against something unusually flexible.
Startled, he suddenly realized that Wang Cong'er was still a virgin. Overjoyed, he shouted, "My ancestors must have been incredibly kind! Quick, get a white cloth to put under me!" The surrounding villagers, unaware of what was happening, grabbed Wang Cong'er's torn white boots and placed them under them.
Yang Gouzi used all his strength to frantically thrust into Wang Cong'er's lower body. Having spent years on horseback without ever losing her virginity, her hymen was naturally very strong, but it couldn't withstand Yang Gouzi's rough handling, causing her excruciating pain.
As Yang Gouzi continued thrusting, he suddenly felt the obstacle vanish, his penis feeling as if it were encased in a sheath. He laughed wildly, overjoyed, while Wang Cong'er sadly lowered her head to the offering table, closed her eyes, and two streams of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She had lost the most precious thing a woman could have—her virginity, which should have been given to her husband, had been taken by a shameless rogue. There was nothing more humiliating than this. She felt utterly broken and only wished for death. At the
point where Wang Cong'er and Yang Gouzi's genitals were joined, a trickle of blood, a symbol of a woman's chastity, flowed from her body, dripping onto her white boots, strikingly vivid. The villagers shouted in unison, "There's blood! She's a virgin!"
Chapter 2 of "Gang Rape of the White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er"
: Under the dark and windy night, in this secluded and dilapidated mountain temple, a tragedy of unprecedented proportions was unfolding. Wang Cong'er, a heroine of unparalleled martial arts prowess, breathtaking beauty, and extraordinary wisdom, was being pinned to the offering table by a hideous rogue whose martial arts were so mediocre they weren't even third-rate. Her white robes had been torn off, leaving only a piece of fabric attached to her back and arms. Her trousers were pulled down to her calves, her left foot wearing a boot, her right barefoot, and a blood-stained headscarf wrapped around her foot.
Although she hadn't lost her inner strength, she couldn't muster any to resist. Her limbs were immobilized by the villagers' grip, her body helplessly enduring the humiliation inflicted by this beast. The virgin blood flowing from her groin covered the table, and the villagers eagerly licked it off.
Wang Cong'er felt the tearing pain in her lower body growing increasingly intense; her tender virgin vagina was being pierced and rubbed raw by the penis. She knew she had finally bid farewell to her girlhood; she was now a woman whose virginity had been defiled. But the chastity she should have reserved for her husband had been forcibly taken by this shameless rogue, filling her with shame and rage.
Her heart was filled with endless regret—why hadn't she died when she jumped off the cliff? Why had she entered this mountain temple to rest? Why had she moved a stone incense burner to block the door? Why had she inexplicably gone to bathe naked behind the temple? Why hadn't she been more vigilant and aware of her surroundings? So much regret made her want to find an opportunity to commit suicide quickly, but the trousers in her mouth were tightly gagged, preventing her from even biting her tongue to end it.
She thought of how she had already been violated; if she died now, it would only be a waste of these beasts' time. Even in death, she would kill them all. With this thought, she stopped her tears, glaring at Yang Gouzi, refusing to yield to him.
Yang Gouzi was currently writhing on Wang Cong'er's body, her virgin vagina being penetrated for the first time, the intense squeezing sensation inside her vaginal walls sending shivers down his spine. The thought that he, a mere thug, had managed to rape the most beautiful woman in the world and even deflower her filled him with immense pride. Feeling it wasn't exciting enough, he shouted, "Brothers, let go of this vixen's hands and feet! Let's have a one-on-one fight, don't say I'm bullying a woman!" The villagers obeyed, releasing Wang Cong'er's grip.
As soon as her hands and feet were free, Wang Cong'er immediately pressed her hands against the table and stomped her feet on the surface, trying to throw Yang Gouzi off. But she was exhausted from hunger and the previous fight had drained her strength, allowing her to only lift herself half a foot. With Yang Gouzi's penis deep inside her and in a favorable position, this only further aroused him.
Yang Gouzi lewdly chuckled, "You little vixen, you're quite strong! Such skill in bed, yet you don't serve your own husband. Is he a eunuch? Three years of widowhood must have been tough for you. Today, I'll give that deadbeat a good thrashing." With that, he forcefully sank down.
Wang Cong'er felt the pressure increase dramatically in her lower body, a pain mixed with a hint of sexual pleasure. Her legs suddenly went weak, and her body was once again pressed against the table. Although she felt no sexual desire, her body was gradually betraying her will; a strange liquid began to secrete from her lower body. She naturally didn't know this was female vaginal fluid, but she banged her head against the table to stay conscious and prevent herself from experiencing any pleasure from his violence. She grabbed his head and face with both hands and kicked his ribs and lower back with both feet.
Seeing that he had been working on her for so long without her cooperating and refusing to reach orgasm, Yang Gouzi's anger flared, and he lost all mercy. He forcefully grabbed Wang Cong'er's right foot with his left hand, hoisting it onto his shoulder, while his right hand pinned her left leg under his armpit. He bit down on her right foot, nibbling at her jade-like toes. His body accelerated its thrusts, pressing down on the offering table with a resounding "crack...crack..." sound.
Wang Cong'er felt her will about to collapse; the pleasure within her body was constantly rising, a heat surging within her lower body, and she could only hold on with her last ounce of willpower, her hands leaving marks on the table.
Seeing the white-clad heroine before him, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, her breasts heaving, Yang Gouzi, based on his years of experience in bed, knew it was almost time. He desperately held back his pent-up semen, released Wang Cong'er's right foot, and roared, "I just can't stop you, you little lioness, from gushing!" With that, he bent down and bit down hard on Wang Cong'er's right breast, sucking frantically as if he had returned to childhood. At the same time, his hot semen gushed into the depths of Wang Cong'er's uterus
like a torrent. Wang Cong'er felt a sharp pain in her right breast, and could no longer control the heat surging within her. She erupted like a volcano, her toes pointing straight out, letting out a sharp "hmm." Her vaginal fluids gushed out, reaching her first orgasm in her life. The fluids from their lower bodies mingled, soaking half the altar table and flowing onto the floor. After the climax, they both breathed heavily, utterly alone.
The villagers witnessed the most exciting and thrilling sex scene of their lives. Their erect penises were already soaked with semen, and they rushed forward one after another, shouting, "Dog Master, let me have the next one... I'll do whatever you want for me, just let me have some fun!"
Yang Gouzi struggled to prop himself up, laughing, "Don't worry, everyone gets a share. You get to play with beauties and also get gold." Wang Cong'er felt even more exhausted after releasing that fluid; her body was limp, her breathing rapid, her mouth dry, and she hated herself for reacting to such a beast.
She glanced at Qiu Shuiduan and saw him sitting right next to the offering table, cursing herself for not noticing. She gathered her remaining strength and, as he moved away from her, bent her left leg and kicked Yang Gouzi's shrunken penis hard.
Yang Gouzi never dreamed that this beauty, who had just seemed like a dead fish, would still have the strength to fight back. Caught off guard, the kick landed squarely, sending him crashing off the offering table. Yang Gouzi fell to the ground, clutching his penis and screaming in agony, rolling around on the floor. If Wang Cong'er hadn't been so weakened by his abuse, that kick would have crippled him.
Taking advantage of the moment the villagers hesitated, Wang Cong'er tumbled off the offering table. To avoid aggravating her right leg injury, she landed on her left foot, but a piercing pain shot through her lower body, her legs buckled, and she almost collapsed. Fortunately, she managed to brace herself with her left hand on the offering table and grabbed the Qiushui Sword with her right, slashing it straight at the villagers.
Seeing her retrieve her weapon, the villagers scattered in terror. Wang Cong'er tried to chase after them, but her legs wouldn't move, and she could only move forward step by step, unable to catch up with them.
A Niu, terrified, hid under the offering table. He saw Wang Cong'er dragging her injured leg, limping, blood still flowing from her lower body down to her snow-white ankles, one foot still wearing a boot and dragging a pair of trousers, one trouser leg trailing on the ground. He took a breath, suddenly crawled out from under the table, grabbed the trouser leg dragging on the ground, and pulled hard. Wang Cong'er lost her footing and fell straight down, her breasts hitting the floor with a loud thud.
A Niu gripped her trouser leg tightly and pulled Wang Cong'er's body forcefully. Wang Cong'er's body was out of control. She kicked her left foot, but the trousers were firmly wrapped around her left ankle. She could only try to kick her right boot with her left foot, hoping to remove it and escape the entanglement. However, another villager rushed forward and grabbed her right foot. Weak and already defiled, Wang Cong'er was powerless to resist and could only be dragged along by the two men.
Chapter 3 of "Gang Rape of the White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er":
Wang Cong'er was dragged back and forth in the temple by her legs, her once powerful legs now limp and powerless after Yang Gouzi's brutal assault on her lower body. Even the slightest exertion brought a tearing pain to her lower body, rendering her unable to use any exquisite leg techniques. She still tightly gripped Qiu Shui Duan, struggling to straighten her upper body and use her sword to slash at the villager's hands, trying to force them to release her.

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But A Niu wasn't a fool. He and another villager forcefully lifted Wang Cong'er's legs, making her hesitant to lift them for fear of injuring herself. Seeing that Wang Cong'er still wouldn't submit, and noticing a temple pillar behind her, A Niu forcefully spread her legs apart, slamming her bleeding genitals against the pillar. With
a loud "thud," Wang Cong'er's genitals crashed heavily against the pillar, further aggravating her injuries, blood splattering everywhere. Wang Cong'er groaned in pain, her sword slipping from her hand, and she fainted on the spot.
The villagers, who had been terrified by Wang Cong'er, now saw that this little lioness had finally been completely subdued and immediately surrounded her, lifting her up with their bare hands.
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Wang Cong'er was once again grabbed by the limbs by several burly men, her body suspended in mid-air. A Niu grabbed her left foot and tried to peel off her only boot, but it was firmly stuck to her pants, and he couldn't get it off at the ankle. He gave up, quickly pulled off his shorts, and raised his already erect penis, aiming it at Wang Cong'er's already disheveled lower body, and thrust it in hard.
Because her genitals had been lubricated by the fluids from Yang and Wang's intercourse, A Niu's penis slid in without any hindrance. Thinking about how he had only been able to sleep with those sallow-faced women who looked like sows in the first half of his life, and how he usually couldn't even afford to go to brothels, and how tonight he was raping such a beautiful, angelic woman, he was so happy that he closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and let out a roar that seemed to have no meaning, and then, without thinking twice, began a frenzied fucking.
The other villagers weren't idle either. Two were biting and nibbling at Wang Cong'er's breasts from both sides, while others caressed and licked her long, snow-white legs. One was still trying to peel off her left boot, and when he couldn't, he stuffed it into his mouth and gnawed on it relentlessly, regardless of the dirt. Another pulled the trousers out of her mouth and inserted his penis into her cherry-like mouth, churning and swirling it around with obvious pleasure.
The other villagers who couldn't get a turn could only stare helplessly, drooling, their hands rubbing their already throbbing penises, urging A Niu and the others to hurry up. The scene was utterly chaotic. Yang Gouzi, who had just been kicked hard in the groin, had fainted from the pain beside the offering table. With the villagers' eyes filled with lust, no one cared about his life or death; he was left unattended.
Wang Cong'er gradually regained consciousness, but as soon as she came to her senses, she felt herself suspended in mid-air, her hands and feet firmly held. The excruciating pain in her lower body indicated that she was being subjected to yet another act of defilement. A foul-smelling penis was inserted into her mouth, reaching all the way to her throat, continuously spraying nauseating semen into her throat. She could only swallow it all, unable to spit it out. She wanted to bite down, but her mouth was too weak; biting down with all her might only stimulate her attackers to ejaculate more intensely.
Wang Cong'er knew that no matter how much she struggled, she could not escape. She could only use her willpower to try to control her sexual desire. The strong heroine could only struggle helplessly under the rape and ravaging of the lecherous men. Her crystal-clear body swayed in their clutches, both sacred and sensual.
After two incense sticks' worth of thrusting, A Niu finally reached his limit, ejaculating all his semen into Wang Cong'er's body. Wang Cong'er had just been relieved to have survived one ordeal, but the moment the shrunken penis left her, another one mercilessly plunged into her body, giving her no chance to catch her breath. Her lower body, still recovering from the previous torment, was already under the onslaught of the penises when a new round of rape began.
Under the intense thrusting of the penises, Wang Cong'er couldn't help but let out moans, her breasts swaying, her waist involuntarily twitching, her consciousness gradually fading. She shook her head violently, but tragically, her body was completely out of her control. Her insteps were taut, and no matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, she couldn't resist the pleasure brought by the thrusting of the penises.
Finally, the same feeling as on the altar surged up again, and Wang Cong'er helplessly reached another climax, her fluids mingling with theirs and flowing onto the floor. The rapist let out a triumphant roar, leaving her, and then another penis was inserted.
The penis in her mouth also thrust in and out repeatedly. Every inch of her skin was exposed to the clutches of the village militia, all she could see were the long, dark, swaying penises, eager to be used.
And so, the militia took turns, one after another, until one was finished, then another would rise to the occasion. Those who were tired would soak in the pond in the backyard to regain their strength before returning to the fray. The time went from midnight to the next morning, and then from morning to afternoon.
After countless rapes, Wang Cong'er would faint and wake up, only to faint again.
Even if she wished she would never wake up, it was impossible; the militia would always wake her with cold water before raping her again. She felt her strength and life force being drained away with each orgasm, until she had no strength left to even move a finger. Even at her peak, after such frenzied and terrifying abuse, she would be powerless to resist. Would she ultimately die like this? This
peerless heroine had been reduced to a worthless tool for sexual gratification, causing the militia's pent-up lust to erupt completely, each devising various rape positions.
Some, noticing Wang Cong'er's unusual flexibility, bent her limbs like a puppet on strings, straightening her legs to her head, forming an arched bridge shape, and then sat on her to rape her.
A Niu, on the other hand, devised a plan to carry Wang Cong'er on his lap, circling the temple while he raped her, to see how long she could last.
A thick layer of sticky, viscous semen had accumulated on the floor of the sacred mountain god temple, and the villagers, without any restraint, even used their hands to wipe Wang Cong'er's body with it.
Yang Gouzi had already woken from his unconsciousness, but the kick in his groin was still quite severe. Although the pain was gradually subsiding, he couldn't get up and couldn't avenge the kick. He could only stand by, watching helplessly, his lust burning.
Seeing that it was already dark outside, he was shocked to realize that the villagers had been going at it for a full day and night. Wang Cong'er's eyes were rolled back, she was foaming at the mouth, and her legs were covered in blood. If this continued, this little lioness would surely be raped to death, and the two thousand taels of gold would be lost forever.
He rushed forward to stop them, but the villagers were completely blinded by lust and paid no heed to his orders, only thinking of continuing their ecstasy. A-Niu even threatened him with the Autumn Water Broken Sword, saying he would cripple him if he dared to interrupt their pleasure again.
Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, Yang Gouzi thought: Now I can only report to Commander Yang immediately; only he can control this situation. Taking advantage of the villagers' inattention, he secretly went behind the statue and crawled out of the tunnel. Looking up, he saw the bright moon in the sky. He thought that it would take at least two hours to get to Yang Family Village from here, and it would take even longer to find Yang Mo. He could only hope that the gods would bless the little lioness so that she could hold out until they arrived. With that thought, he quickly ran towards Yang Family Village.
Chapter 4 of Gang Rape of Wang Cong'er, the White-Clad Heroine:
At dawn, a ray of sunlight shone through the crack in the door onto Wang Cong'er's haggard face. She opened her weary eyes once more. Her long, black hair clung to her body,
and her bones felt as if they were shattered—the result of the brutal ravaging of her incredibly resilient limbs by the village militia. Her breasts were swollen and red from being bitten, the nipples engorged with blood. Her shoulders, neck, arms, long legs, and toes were covered in pinch marks and teeth marks. Her ravaged vulva was stained with filthy blood and semen, the semen still clinging to her thighs and congealing with the wounds.
Her right white boot was soaked in blood and semen, turning red and white, and stuck firmly to her foot. Perhaps the village militia didn't want to remove it anymore; raping a heroine wearing only one boot from head to toe was quite a spectacle.
Wang Cong'er struggled to move her numb legs, but the wounds that had just begun to heal immediately reopened. The excruciating pain plunged her into despair once more. Her utterly exhausted body, coupled with the severe injuries to her lower body, meant that even with her martial arts skills depleted, she would need to rest in bed for two or three days before she could get up.
Once upon a time, Wang Cong'er was a legendary heroine, a white lotus heroine who roamed the battlefield, slaying countless Qing soldiers with her unparalleled martial arts prowess. Now , she could only lie helplessly in a pool of foul-smelling, viscous semen, at the mercy of others.
Fate was truly cruel. Several times, during intense orgasms, she felt her soul leave her body. Yet, each time, the suppressed internal energy within her dantian would generate a weak force to replenish her depleted strength and energy, preventing her from collapsing to death. Unfortunately, this force could only sustain her life, not restore even half of her former strength. It would have been better to die in agony than to live a life of suffering. All she could do now was gasp for breath.
A stream of yellow, foul-smelling liquid shot straight into her mouth, choking Wang Cong'er until she almost fainted. Looking up, she saw that A Niu had used her cherry-like mouth as a urinal, urinating profusely. She tried to shake her head and neck to avoid it, but the urine only soaked her face and head.
After finishing, A Niu was still unsatisfied. Looking at the exhausted villagers sprawled around him, he couldn't help but feel smug that he hadn't been defeated yet. For two nights and three days, the villagers had been raping Wang Cong'er like madmen. Those who had already exhausted themselves after a few rounds found their shriveled penises involuntarily hardening again when they saw others enjoying themselves so much.
No one wanted to be the first to collapse and be ridiculed, so they started competing to see who could last longer. But even the strongest men couldn't withstand more than ten rounds of intercourse. After rounds of elimination, A Niu finally secured the top spot, while the other exhausted villagers collapsed to the ground.
As Ah Niu fastened his trousers, he thought: This lioness is a born slut. She's been fucked by my brothers for seventeen or eighteen hours, and she's still going strong. I've almost finished ejaculating. I should just hand her over to the authorities before she dies. Two thousand taels of gold will be enough for my brothers to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Thinking this, he shouted to the limp villagers around him, "Get up, everyone! Take this slut to the authorities for the reward!"
The villagers had released almost all their pent-up lust in the past two or three days, and were now weak and exhausted. Hearing this, they struggled to their feet and walked towards Wang Cong'er. Wang Cong'er thought: This is good. I'll be sent to the authorities and beheaded. Death will save me from being humiliated by these beasts again. It's a pity I can't kill them all before I die to avenge myself.
Just then, the temple door, which was blocking the stone incense burner, suddenly burst open with a loud "boom," and the stone incense burner was thrown more than three zhang away. A burly man in yellow robes burst in, draping his clothes over Wang Cong'er and shouting, "Shameless lecher! How dare you defile a respectable woman in broad daylight! Today, I, the Innate Fist King Dahai, will uphold justice!" As he spoke, his fists struck five or six villagers, each dying instantly.
The villagers, already weak and exhausted, had no strength to resist this highly skilled martial artist. Some who had just reached the temple gate were grabbed and thrown to the others. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty villagers lay dead on the ground.
Only A Niu remained, still wielding the Autumn Water Broken Sword, desperately resisting. Unfortunately, he had never learned martial arts; though he had the weapon, he was still full of openings. A punch from the burly man shattered more than ten bones in his chest. His eyes widened, and he groaned, "Yang—Ba—Zong, why—?" Before he could finish speaking, another heavy punch landed on his head, and A Niu finally died, his eyes wide open in death.
The burly man approached Wang Cong'er and said, "I am Wang Dahai, the Innate Fist King. I arrived a step too late today, causing Miss Wang to suffer the humiliation of these beasts. I deserve to die a thousand deaths. I will never mention this matter to a third party, or may I, Wang Dahai, die a horrible death."
Wang Cong'er recalled receiving a message by carrier pigeon from her husband's late friend, Wang Dahai, when she was trapped in the mountains, saying he would come to her aid. She never expected him to arrive at this moment and save her life. She felt a sense of relief and immediately fainted.
After confirming that Wang Cong'er had indeed fainted, the burly man pressed her pressure points to induce sleep. He stood up, lifted her yellow robe, and lewdly grinned at her alluring body. If he hadn't already planned ahead, he would have immediately pulled out his penis and vented his lust on this stunning beauty.
The burly man shouted towards the temple gate, "Gouzi, come out! These peasants are all dead."
Entering the temple was none other than Yang Gouzi, who had left the previous night. He had spent two hours running back to Yang Family Village to find Yang Mo, only to find Yang Mo engrossed in a passionate encounter with a newly captured woman in a secret passage. Yang Gouzi, unaware of the passage's entrance, could only wait outside.
When Yang Mo finally emerged from the passage at dawn, he was shocked to hear what Yang Gouzi had said. The invincible, beautiful heroine had been captured and gang-raped by his own group of ignorant villagers—it was utterly unbelievable. But seeing the seriousness in Yang Gouzi's expression, he and Yang Gouzi rode swiftly to the temple.
Along the way, he secretly calculated that capturing Wang Cong'er and handing her over to the authorities would only yield two thousand taels of gold. However, if he could extract the location of the White Lotus Sect's treasure from her, that would be a great achievement.
Since its uprising, the White Lotus Sect has conquered many territories, distributing most of the wealth of corrupt officials and villains to the poor. A portion was kept for the uprising's supplies and expenses. It's said that only Wang Cong'er knows the location of this treasure. She has donated most of it to the imperial court, keeping a small portion for her own enjoyment and to curry favor with high officials, ensuring her future is limitless. Since Wang Cong'er's debut, no one has been able to ascertain the origin of her martial arts skills. If she can trick him into revealing unparalleled martial arts techniques, wouldn't he become the overlord of the underworld martial arts world?
Thinking this, he devised a plan to play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress. These local militia were naturally sacrifices to gain Wang Cong'er's trust; they were all loose-lipped, and it was more worthwhile to kill them all to silence them than to expect them to keep his secrets.
As for the Innate Boxing King Dahai, he had been captured by the Qing army in Guangxi a month earlier and, under torture, revealed that he had come to help Wang Cong'er escape. Such a person, insignificant to the overall situation, was naturally killed by the Qing soldiers. This matter had already reached Yang Mo's ears, but Wang Cong'er was trapped in the mountains, cut off from news, and naturally wouldn't know that Wang Dahai was already dead, nor had she ever seen him. Yang Mo then used his palm to unleash a fist, easily killing the group of militia and gaining Wang Cong'er's trust.
Yang Gouzi, seeing the corpses scattered on the ground, was terrified, fearing that Yang Mo would also kill him. Yang Mo sneered, "Gouzi, if you're a smart man, forget everything that happened today. I'll handle these peasants. You just need to help me clean up these corpses and burn everything related to them. If even a little bit of this gets out, they'll be your example."
He then pulled a small bottle from his clothes and tossed it to Yang Gouzi, saying, "Stab the corpses a few times and sprinkle some on the wounds." He then wrapped Wang Cong'er in his clothes, picked up the Qiushui Duan from the ground, and walked out of the temple. As
the sound of hooves faded into the distance, Yang Gouzi finally let out a long sigh, thinking to himself: Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. Commander Yang is truly a wolf who eats people without spitting out the bones. One day, if he's unhappy, he might just kill me. After all, two thousand taels of gold is not something those peasants like A Niu can get.
Looking at the congealed pool of blood on the collapsed offering table, he couldn't help but feel smug. After all, he was the first man to deflower the white-clad heroine. If Yang Mo knew that Wang Cong'er was a virgin before, he might be so jealous that he would kill him too.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly followed Yang Mo's instructions, collecting the scattered fragments of the white robe in the temple and burning them. He also threw the corpses of the village militia into the pool to dissolve them into pus with corpse-dissolving powder, destroying the evidence before leaving.
However, he didn't notice that a white boot, stained with blood and semen, was still pressed under the collapsed offering table.
Chapter 1 of Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter:
Wang Cong'er slowly opened her eyes and was shocked to find herself soaking in a tub of hot water. Two pretty maids were wiping her body. The wounds all over her body burned. She instinctively tried to stand up by bracing herself against the edge of the tub with her arms, but the excruciating pain between her legs made her weak all over.
Two maids hurriedly said, "Miss Wang, please don't move. Master Wang instructed us to clean your wounds. If you exert too much force, the wounds will reopen."
Wang Cong'er then calmed down and looked around. She found herself in a stone house, the surroundings empty, with several animal head specimens hanging on the walls. She composed herself and asked, "Where is this? Where is Wang Dahai?"
The maid on the right said, "My name is Xiaoju, and this is Xiaomei. We are the maids who serve Master Wang. This is the underground secret chamber of the Xiantianquan branch. Master Wang brought you back in a sack this morning and then brought you into the secret chamber. There are many soldiers outside arresting members of the White Lotus Cult. Your injuries are quite serious, and you need to recuperate here for a while."
Wang Cong'er stared at the ceiling. She only hoped that she could forget the terrible experience of the previous two nights and three days, but such an event would be an unforgettable nightmare for a virgin. Those twenty-odd demonic faces, the stench of fleshy rods, and the relentless gang rape nearly killed this peerless female warrior.
Her internal strength, honed over a decade of arduous training, and her confidence from conquering the desert were completely shattered. Although the lecherous men who had violated her had been killed by Wang Dahai, and her physical filth could be washed away with water, her tormented heart would never heal; she would never be a pure woman again.
Wang Cong'er lay blankly in the wooden tub, letting the two women wash her. Xiao Ju and Xiao Mei supported her arms with one hand and lifted her legs with the other. Wang Cong'er was very light, weighing only about seventy pounds. The two maids, clearly skilled in martial arts, easily lifted her from the tub.
They gently placed Wang Cong'er on the ground, one supporting her right foot to prevent the wound from touching the ground, while the other helped wipe her body. Her jade-like body was covered in teeth marks and pinch marks, truly a pitiful sight. The two women couldn't help but marvel at the existence of such a perfect body, secretly cursing Yang Gouzi and his gang of mad dogs for their ruthless cruelty.
Her lower body was swollen and congested with blood, still oozing traces of blood. Every time the towel was used to wipe her, Wang Cong'er would instinctively twitch, as if recalling those terrifying weapons.
After cleaning her, the two women took out a box of high-quality wound medicine from their clothes and applied it to her. Although she knew they meant well, the pain caused by the medicine on her lower body still made Wang Cong'er feel extremely uncomfortable and humiliated. She frowned and tried her best to endure it. Of course, she didn't know that behind a deer head specimen, Yang Mo was admiring her jade-like body while pinching his already swollen penis.
Wang Cong'er's Ordeal and Romantic Encounter Chapter 2
Wang Cong'er felt that her body was still very tired, her eyelids were drooping, and her legs were trembling. If it weren't for Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju supporting her, she would probably have collapsed. After all, even the strongest woman couldn't withstand more than ten hours of gang rape. The bath she had just taken had only slightly restored her energy; her vitality was still severely depleted.
Two maids finished applying medicine to her wounds and then took a set of pre-prepared underwear from a nearby chair for Wang Cong'er to change into. The bright red bodice and pale yellow trousers were brand new. Seeing these reminded Wang Cong'er of her old underwear, now a rag soaked in semen, filling her with shame and anger, yet she had no choice but to wear them.
Xiao Ju then brought out a plain robe. The robe was of exquisite quality, made of fine silk. Wang Cong'er had worn it as a bride, but hadn't worn it since because it was inconvenient for military campaigns.
Surprisingly, the robe fit her perfectly. Her right foot was bandaged, and her left foot was fitted with a white soft-soled slipper. Xiao Mei held the other shoe, saying she would wear it once her foot injury had healed slightly.
Two women helped Wang Cong'er, who limped out of the room, through a corridor lit by more than a dozen candles. Several doors in the corridor were locked, leading to a relatively large stone chamber. The room was fairly well-furnished, with tables, chairs, and a bed. The two women helped Wang Cong'er onto the bed, and then Xiao Ju said, "Miss Wang, please rest for a while. We'll go and invite Master Wang right away."
With that, she turned and left.
Wang Cong'er sighed deeply. She was in such a miserable state, worse than death. If her internal energy couldn't be restored, she would be no match for even a third-rate martial artist in the Jianghu, relying solely on swordsmanship and fist techniques. How could she ever rise again? To make matters worse, her husband's friend had seen her being violated by those beasts. She didn't know how she would face him later. Her mind was in turmoil. A
moment later, Yang Mo, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, entered the room. Wang Cong'er remained seated on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Only when Yang Mo approached did she realize her right foot was still exposed. She quickly tucked it under the covers.
Yang Mo chuckled inwardly: "That stinky Jingzi was completely naked by me the other day, but now she won't even show a foot. What a hypocrite!" Thinking of Wang Cong'er's alluring body beneath her plain robe, his mouth went dry, and his penis began to harden again.
On the surface, however, he showed no lewdness, and said solemnly, "Heroine Wang, my name is Wang Dahai. I am my late husband's sworn brother. Several months ago, I received your message by carrier pigeon and immediately rushed to your aid. Unfortunately, I was blocked by government troops along the way, losing most of my brothers, and was unable to arrive in time. Fortunately, I heard yesterday that you jumped off a cliff to your death, and I came here to investigate. I didn't expect that—" Yang Mo deliberately paused here.
Wang Cong'er turned deathly pale and trembled as she said, "I have suffered such humiliation and have no face to live on. Please, Hero Wang, grant me your permission to keep this secret forever."
Yang Mo said urgently, "Heroine Wang, you must not take your own life. The Qing army is currently intercepting and killing various White Lotus Rebel armies. If you do not take charge, how can our brothers fight against the Qing army without a leader? Please take care of yourself. I swear that if this matter is leaked, I will make Wang Dahai never be reincarnated."
Wang Cong'er calmed herself down and thought for a moment before saying, "Hero Wang is right. I cannot abandon my brothers for personal honor or disgrace. As soon as I recover, I will contact the followers to devise a new plan."
Seeing that Wang Cong'er was gradually falling into his trap, Yang Mo seized the opportunity and said, "Heroine Wang, please be careful. The Qing army has deployed a large force in this area. Perhaps I should go out and scout for a while before making further plans. Just focus on recovering. If you need anything, just tell Xiao Ju and Xiao Mei. I'll take my leave now."
With that, he cupped his hands, turned, and walked out of the stone chamber, a strange smile on his face. His first step was already underway. Success! Wang Cong'er completely trusted him. Next, he would gradually extract the location of the treasure and the martial arts secrets from her. Even if Wang Cong'er wanted to leave, she would never find the exit; everything was in his hands. Now, he needed to find a way to cover up the disappearance of the villagers. Relying solely on Yang Gouzi was unreliable. Slowly, his figure disappeared at the end of the dark corridor—
Chapter 3 of Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter.
Nearly ten days had passed since the thrilling events at the mountain god temple. Rumors circulated that the missing villagers had been killed by evil spirits in the mountains. After receiving a generous compensation from Huang Mo, the villagers' families remained silent. The mountain god temple returned to its former tranquility.
That evening, a woman in white emerged from the forest. She wore a bamboo hat and a white veil, obscuring her face, but her figure was exceptionally slender and alluring, surpassing even that of a young woman of sixteen. She wore a white robe and white boots, a sword at her waist, and exuded a sacred aura.
She walked to the mountain god temple and noticed fresh marks on the door frame, seemingly the work of a martial arts master. She immediately focused her mind, closed her eyes, and used the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" to sense the danger. Only after confirming the temple was empty did she step inside. Upon entering, she was met with a strange, unbearably foul odor. Her foot slipped, as if
she had stepped on something sticky. A wave of nausea washed over her; if it weren't for searching for her beloved disciple, she would have left long ago. Looking down, she saw clumps of dark, paste-like substance on the ground, reeking of urine. She naturally didn't know that this was a mixture of male and female genitalia and excrement.
The young woman carefully avoided the puddles of filth, examining the temple thoroughly. She noticed signs of a struggle all around, but no particularly interesting clues. She then passed through the main hall and went to the back of the temple, where she found a small, relatively clear pond. Looking down, she noticed her once-white boots were now stained with dirt, and frowned. She bent down and sat on a large rock by the pond, removing her boots.
Strangely, beneath the white boots was a pair of silver-white long boots, reaching her calves, with several very strange patterns on them. She was also wearing a pair of mittens, seemingly made of the same material as the boots. She casually tossed the soiled boots aside, took a clean pair from her bag, put them on, and then turned and walked back to the main hall.
The young woman, having found nothing amiss, was about to leave when she unexpectedly discovered a white object beneath the broken offering table in the hall. Pushing aside the debris, she found a white boot, stained with blood and grime, its sole torn. Carefully measuring the boot, she was astonished to find it was exactly the size of her beloved disciple's foot, and the sole had clearly been padded. She concluded that the boot belonged to her disciple, Wang Cong'er.
This young woman was none other than Xuefeng Goddess, Wang Cong'er's mentor. A month earlier, upon hearing of her disciple's predicament, she rushed to her rescue, only to arrive too late. Five days prior, she had arrived to learn of her disciple's suicide by jumping off a cliff, and was devastated. However, hearing that the Qing army had failed to find her body, she resolved to locate her disciple and give her a proper burial.
Now, in this dilapidated temple, they found their beloved disciple's boots, stained with blood. The iron plate hidden in the sole was missing, indicating that someone had discovered the acupoint on the sole of her foot and stabbed her Yongquan acupoint, leading to her capture. However, they hadn't heard any news of her capture, and knowing her pride and arrogance, they feared she would suffer great humiliation in someone else's hands. They felt immense guilt, wishing they had given her their treasured possessions sooner.
Two years ago, the Snow Peak Goddess unexpectedly obtained two extraordinary treasures in a mountain cave: a pair of boots and gloves crafted from rare gold, as hard as metal yet as thin as a cicada's wing. Wearing them made her hands and feet impervious to swords, spears, water, and fire. Moreover, with prolonged wear, she felt the gloves and boots possess a unique power that stimulated the flow of energy in her meridians and acupoints. Using this power to cultivate, one month's cultivation was equivalent to ten years' worth, allowing her to advance from the stagnant seventh level to the eighth level in just one year. Her lifelong dream, which she thought was impossible to achieve, was fulfilled so easily. Overjoyed, she was determined to use these two extraordinary treasures to help her reach the ninth level of the supreme realm.
Since wearing these treasures would attract too much attention, she concealed her gloves with a long robe and wore ordinary boots over her silver boots to disguise them. If she hadn't given the treasures to Wang Cong'er earlier because of this selfish desire, these long boots would naturally be far superior to the iron plates on the soles, and perhaps she could have already reached the ninth level without the weakness of her Yongquan acupoint.
The Snow Peak Goddess was frantic with worry. She secretly resolved to rescue her beloved disciple, even if it meant killing all the officials in the area and searching every mountain peak. She casually slapped the temple wall, creating a large hole, and vanished into the night in a flash.
Wang Cong'er slowly opened her eyes, surprised to find herself soaking in a tub of hot water, with two pretty maids wiping her body. Her wounds burned all over her body. Instinctively, she tried to stand up, bracing herself against the edge of the wooden basin with her arms, but the excruciating pain between her legs made her weak all over.
Two maids hurriedly said, "Miss Wang, please don't move. Master Wang instructed us to clean your wounds. If you exert too much force, the wounds will reopen."
Wang Cong'er then regained her composure and looked around. She found that she was in a stone house, which was empty except for several animal head specimens hanging on the walls. She calmed herself and asked, "Where is this? Where is Wang Dahai?"
The maid on her right replied, "My name is Xiaoju, and this is Xiaomei. We are the maids who serve Master Wang. This is the underground secret chamber of the Innate Fist branch. Master Wang brought you into the secret chamber this morning after carrying you back in a sack. There are many soldiers outside arresting members of the White Lotus Cult. Your injuries are quite serious, so you need to recuperate here for a while."
Wang Cong'er stared at the ceiling. She only hoped to forget the terrible experiences of the past two nights and three days, but such an event would be a nightmare she would never forget for a virgin. Those twenty-odd demonic faces, the stench of flesh, and the endless gang rape had almost tortured this peerless female warrior to death. The internal strength
she had cultivated for more than ten years and the confidence she had gained in conquering the desert were completely lost. Although the lecherous men who had violated her had been killed by Wang Dahai, and the filth on her body could be washed away with water, her tormented heart would never heal. She would never be a pure woman again.
Wang Cong'er lay blankly in the wooden tub, letting the two maids wash her body. Xiao Ju and Xiao Mei supported her arms with one hand and lifted her legs with the other. Wang Cong'er was very light, weighing only about seventy pounds. The two maids were clearly skilled in martial arts and easily lifted her out of the tub.
They gently carried Wang Cong'er to the ground, one supporting her right foot to prevent her wounds from touching the ground, while the other helped wipe her body. Her beautiful body was covered with teeth marks and pinch marks, truly a pitiful sight. The two maids couldn't help but marvel at the existence of such a perfect body, secretly cursing Yang Gouzi and his gang of mad dogs for their cruelty in destroying her. Her
lower body was swollen and congested with blood, still oozing out streaks. Every time the towel touched her, Wang Cong'er would instinctively twitch, as if recalling those terrifying weapons.
After cleaning her up, the two men took out a box of high-quality wound medicine from their clothes and applied it to her. Although she knew that the other party meant well, the pain caused by the medicine on her lower body still made Wang Cong'er feel extremely uncomfortable and humiliated. She frowned and tried her best to endure it. Of course, she didn't know that behind a deer head specimen, Yang Mo was admiring her body while pinching his already swollen penis.
Wang Cong'er still felt extremely exhausted. Her eyelids were drooping, and her legs were trembling. If Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju hadn't been supporting her, she probably would have collapsed. After all, even the strongest woman couldn't withstand more than ten hours of gang rape. The bath she had just taken had only slightly restored her energy; her vitality was still severely depleted.
The two maids finished applying medicine to her wounds all over her body, and then took a set of underwear that had been prepared beforehand from a chair next to her for Wang Cong'er to change into. The bright red bodice and pale yellow trousers were brand new. Seeing these reminded Wang Cong'er of her old underwear, which had become rags soaked in semen. She felt ashamed and angry, but she had no choice but to wear them.
Xiao Ju then took out a plain robe. The robe was made of fine silk, which Wang Cong'er had worn when she was a bride, but she hadn't worn it since because it was inconvenient during military campaigns.
Surprisingly, the plain robe fit her perfectly. Her right foot was bandaged, and her left foot was fitted with a white, soft-soled slipper. Xiao Mei held the other shoe, saying she could wear it once her foot injury had healed slightly.
The two women helped Wang Cong'er hobble out of the room through a corridor lit by more than ten candles. Several doors in the corridor were locked, leading to a relatively large stone chamber. The room was fairly well-furnished, with tables, chairs, and a bed. The two women helped Wang Cong'er onto the bed, and then Xiao Ju said, "Miss Wang, please rest for a while. We'll go and invite Master Wang right away."
With that, she turned and left.
Wang Cong'er sighed deeply. She was in such a miserable state, worse than death. If her internal energy couldn't be restored, she'd be no match for even a third-rate martial artist in the world, relying solely on swordsmanship and fist techniques. How could she ever rise again? And to make matters worse, her husband's friend had seen her being violated by those beasts. She didn't know how she would face him later. Her mind was in turmoil.
In a short while, Yang Mo, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, entered the room, while Wang Cong'er remained sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Only when Yang Mo approached did she realize her right foot was still exposed, and
she quickly tucked it under the covers. Yang Mo chuckled inwardly: "That stinky girl, I saw her whole body that day, and now she won't even show a foot. What a hypocrite!" Thinking of Wang Cong'er's alluring body beneath her plain robe, his mouth went dry, and his penis began to harden again.
On the surface, however, he showed no lewdness, and said solemnly, "Heroine Wang, my name is Wang Dahai, a sworn brother of my late husband. Several months ago, I received your message by carrier pigeon and immediately rushed to your aid. Unfortunately, I was intercepted by government troops along the way, losing most of my brothers, and was unable to arrive in time. Fortunately, I heard yesterday that you jumped off a cliff to your death, and I came here to investigate. I didn't expect that—" Yang Mo deliberately paused here.
Wang Cong'er turned deathly pale and trembled, saying, "I have suffered such humiliation and have no face to live on. Please, Master Wang, grant me this secret forever."
Yang Mo said urgently, "Miss Wang, you must not take your own life. The Qing army is currently intercepting and killing various White Lotus Sect rebels. If you do not take charge, how can our brothers fight the Qing army without a leader? Please take care, Miss Wang. I swear that if this matter is leaked, I will make Wang Dahai never be reincarnated."
Wang Cong'er calmed down and thought for a while before saying, "Master Wang is right. I cannot abandon my brothers for personal honor or disgrace. As soon as I recover, I will contact the sect members to devise a new plan."
Seeing that Wang Cong'er was gradually falling into his trap, Yang Mo seized the opportunity and said, "Miss Wang, be careful. The Qing army has deployed a large force in this area. Perhaps I should go out and scout for a while before returning to make further plans." "My plan is that Miss Wang should just focus on recovering. If you need anything, just tell Xiaoju and Xiaomei. I'll take my leave now."
With that, he cupped his hands in a salute, turned, and walked out of the stone chamber, a strange smile on his face. His first step had succeeded; Wang Cong'er completely trusted him. Next, he would gradually extract the location of the treasure and the martial arts secrets from her. As for Wang Cong'er, even if she wanted to leave, she would never be able to find the exit. Everything was in his hands. Now he needed to find a way to cover up
the news of the missing villagers. Relying on Yang Gouzi alone was not reliable. Slowly, his figure disappeared at the end of the dark corridor—nearly ten days had passed since the thrilling events at the mountain god temple. Rumors circulated that the missing villagers had been killed by evil spirits in the mountains. After receiving a generous compensation from Huang Mo, the villagers' families had kept quiet. The mountain god temple had once again returned to its former tranquility.
At dusk that day, a woman in white emerged from the forest. A bamboo hat covered her head, and a white veil obscured her face, but her figure was exceptionally slender and alluring, surpassing even that of a young woman of sixteen. She wore a long white robe and white boots, a sword at her waist, and exuded a sacred aura.
She approached the mountain god's temple and noticed fresh marks on the doorframe, seemingly the work of a martial arts master. She immediately focused her mind, closed her eyes, and used the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" to sense the danger. Only after confirming the temple was empty did she step inside. Upon entering, she was met with a strange, unbearably foul odor. Her foot slipped, as if she had stepped on something sticky.
A wave of nausea washed over her; if not for searching for her beloved disciple, she would have left long ago. Looking down, she saw clumps of dark, paste-like substance on the ground, reeking of urine. She naturally didn't know that this was a mixture of male and female genitalia and excrement.
The young woman carefully avoided the puddles of filth, examining the temple thoroughly. She noticed signs of a struggle all around, but no particularly interesting clues. She then passed through the main hall and went to the back of the temple, where she found a small, relatively clear pond. Looking down, she noticed her once-white boots were now stained with dirt, and frowned. She bent down and sat on a large rock by the pond, removing her boots.
Strangely, beneath the white boots was a pair of silver-white long boots, reaching her calves, with several very strange patterns on them. She was also wearing a pair of mittens, seemingly made of the same material as the boots. She casually tossed the soiled boots aside, took a clean pair from her bag, put them on, and then turned and walked back to the main hall.
The young woman, having found nothing amiss, was about to leave when she unexpectedly discovered a white object beneath the broken offering table in the hall. Pushing aside the debris, she found a white boot, stained with blood and grime, its sole torn. Carefully measuring the boot, she was astonished to find it was exactly the size of her beloved disciple's foot, and the sole had clearly been padded. She concluded that the boot belonged to her disciple, Wang Cong'er.
This young woman was none other than Xuefeng Goddess, Wang Cong'er's mentor. A month earlier, upon hearing of her disciple's predicament, she rushed to her rescue, only to arrive too late. Five days prior, she had arrived to learn of her disciple's suicide by jumping off a cliff, and was devastated. However, hearing that the Qing army had failed to find her body, she resolved to locate her disciple and give her a proper burial.
Now, in this dilapidated temple, they found their beloved disciple's boots, stained with blood. The iron plate hidden in the sole was missing, indicating that someone had discovered the acupoint on the sole of her foot and stabbed her Yongquan acupoint, leading to her capture. However, they hadn't heard any news of her capture, and knowing her pride and arrogance, they feared she would suffer great humiliation in someone else's hands. They felt immense guilt, wishing they had given her their treasured possessions sooner.
Two years ago, the Snow Peak Goddess unexpectedly obtained two extraordinary treasures in a mountain cave: a pair of boots and gloves crafted from rare gold, as hard as metal yet as thin as a cicada's wing. Wearing them made her hands and feet impervious to swords, spears, water, and fire. Moreover, with prolonged wear, she felt the gloves and boots possess a unique power that stimulated the flow of energy in her meridians and acupoints. Using this power to cultivate, one month's cultivation was equivalent to ten years' worth, allowing her to advance from the stagnant seventh level to the eighth level in just one year. Her lifelong dream, which she thought was impossible to achieve, was fulfilled so easily. Overjoyed, she was determined to use these two extraordinary treasures to help her cultivate to the ninth level of the supreme realm. Since
wearing these treasures would attract too much attention, she concealed her gloves with a long robe and wore ordinary boots over her silver boots to disguise them. If she hadn't given the treasures to Wang Cong'er earlier because of this selfish desire, these long boots would naturally be far superior to the iron plates on the soles, and she might have been able to cultivate to the ninth level much earlier without the weakness of her Yongquan acupoint.
The Snow Peak Goddess was frantic with worry. She secretly resolved to rescue her beloved disciple, even if it meant killing all the officials in the area and searching every mountain peak. With a casual palm strike, she created a large hole in the temple wall, and her white figure vanished into the night.
The
Guanyin Temple in the mountains returned to its usual tranquility, but seven days prior, a shocking event had occurred. Wang Cong'er, the White Lotus Sect's leader and the most skilled female martial artist in the world, was crippled, captured, and bound in this dilapidated temple by a group of rudimentary local militia led by Yang Gouzi. She was then repeatedly raped by the militia and nearly died from their brutal torture. Later, Yang Mo, the local commander of the Thunder and Lightning Sect, arrived promptly after being informed by his subordinate Yang Gouzi. He impersonated the chivalrous Wang Dahai, killed all the militia, and tricked Wang Cong'er into hiding in the Yang Family Village tunnel, hoping to extract the location of the White Lotus Sect's treasure and martial arts secrets from her.
That evening, a woman in white, wearing a bamboo hat, a white veil, a white robe, white trousers, and white boots, walked along a path through the woods. She carried a bundle on her back and possessed a slender figure, exuding an aura of holiness. Passing the Guanyin Temple, she noticed the temple door was cracked, a result of recent attacks by a martial arts master. She stopped, focused her mind, and used the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" to listen carefully, confirming that no one was within a hundred feet of the temple before entering.
Upon entering, a pungent, fishy stench assaulted her nostrils. Her foot slipped, and she looked down to find patches of yellowish-brown, burnt-looking matter scattered throughout the temple hall, reeking of excrement and urine. Feeling nauseous, she quickly avoided the filth, carefully examining the traces in the temple. She was unaware that this was actually the residue of sexual intercourse and a mixture of excrement and urine, which had remained wet due to the recent damp weather.
The woman in white noticed signs of a struggle on the temple walls, but no obvious clues. She then went to the back of the temple and found a pond surrounded by overgrown weeds. Looking down, she saw yellow filth on her snow-white boots, which disgusted her and made her feet itch. Feeling uncomfortable, she bent down and took off the boots.
Surprisingly, underneath the white cloth boots were not socks, but a pair of silver-white knee-high boots, seemingly extending above the knee. She was also wearing a pair of silver-white gloves, seemingly made of the same material as the boots. The woman in white tossed the soiled boots aside, took another pair of white boots from her bundle, put them on, and stood up to walk back into the temple. Just
as she was about to leave the Guanyin Temple, she glanced up and saw a piece of white cloth protruding from a pile of broken wood. She went over and pulled it out, only to find it was a blood-stained white boot with a torn sole. A chill ran down her spine. She compared the size of the boots to her disciple's feet and found they were exactly the same size.
The woman in white deduced that the boots must belong to her disciple, Wang Cong'er. The hidden iron plate in the sole was also missing; the enemy must have discovered the secret of the acupoint on her foot, which was why they had captured her. Strangely, the news she had received in recent days was only that Wang Cong'er had jumped off a cliff and died; there had been no news of her capture.
It turned out that this woman in white was Wang Cong'er's mentor, the Snow Peak Goddess. Years ago, Wang Cong'er resolutely descended the mountain to join the White Lotus Sect's anti-Qing uprising to avenge Qi Lin, and the Snow Peak Goddess could not stop her.
Two years ago, she had accidentally discovered a peculiar silver-white protective garment in a mountain cave. It consisted of three parts: gloves, a quilt, and long boots. The material was as thin as a cicada's wing yet as tough as steel, impervious to swords and spears, and unaffected by water and fire. Wearing it protected almost the entire body except for the head.
After wearing it for a while, the Snow Peak Goddess discovered an astonishing secret: besides its protective function, this treasured garment could generate a strange power (what modern people would call a magnetic field), stimulating the body's meridians to operate at high speed. Practicing with this power for one month was equivalent to three years' worth of training. With the garment's help, the Snow Peak Goddess actually mastered the eighth level of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" within ten months, a level she had failed to break through for many years. Overjoyed, she intensified her training, aiming to reach the invincible ninth level within her lifetime.
Now, however, she deeply regretted not giving the garment to her disciple sooner. With her eighth-level cultivation and aptitude, her disciple would surely have quickly reached the ninth level. At that time, the energy points on the soles of her feet would automatically disappear, and her body's energy would be like a surging, inexhaustible ocean. Combined with this treasured garment, even a thousand armies could not stop her.
Last month, upon learning that her disciple was trapped here, she rushed to help, only to discover that her disciple had jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. Grief-stricken, she also wanted to find her disciple's body so that it could be laid
to rest. However, she infiltrated the Qing army camp and examined Wang Cong'er's body. Although the body was mangled and bloody, the skeleton still indicated that this person was not Wang Cong'er. Thus, she held onto a sliver of hope and searched the area extensively, where she discovered this clue. The Snow Peak Goddess, anxious and remorseful, resolved to find Wang Cong'er, even if it meant turning the entire area upside down, dead or alive. She immediately channeled her inner energy and with a casual palm strike, cleaved a gap more than a meter high in the wall, and with a swift movement, slipped through the gap and disappeared into the woods. The Snow Peak Goddess, confident in her martial arts skills and treasures, believed she could roam freely, but nothing is absolute. Wang Cong'er had been captured and humiliated due to a moment of carelessness. If she hadn't discovered this boot today, perhaps her tragic fate could have been different.
Chapter 2 of the Sequel to Wang Cong'er's Story:
Yang Gouzi tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, a persistent ache in his lower body. In truth, he hadn't slept well for days. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Wang Cong'er bound to the altar and deflowered by him flashed through his mind: her snow-white, high breasts, her shapely, long legs, the fleeting pleasure of his penis penetrating her untouched virgin territory, the sight of her sweating, struggling in pain under his ministrations, her face contorted with shame and rage.
Then, during her struggles, she kicked him hard, nearly destroying his manhood. He was unconscious for three hours, the rest of which was spent with his "good brother." Only after finding Yang Mo to dispose of the corpses of the village militia with corpse-dissolving powder and returning home did he realize his manhood was almost numb with pain, swollen and painful. He quickly sought a doctor for treatment and stayed home to recover.
These past few days, Yang Mo had been spreading rumors that a ghost had haunted the mountains, devouring over twenty local militiamen. He then compensated the militiamen's families with some silver to cover up the matter. Yesterday, the prefect suddenly summoned Yang Mo, saying that several officers had been assassinated in the Qing army camp. The perpetrator was said to be a woman dressed in white, and rumors circulated that she was actually the White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er, who had survived a fall from a cliff and was now seeking revenge against the Qing army. He was ordered to immediately lead men to the scene of the crime to assist the Qing army in apprehending the culprit.
Yang Mo naturally knew that the person was not Wang Cong'er, but he dared not disobey his superior's orders. He could only instruct Xiao Mei, Xiao Ju, Yang Gouzi, and others to keep the secret, never revealing Wang Cong'er's whereabouts, and absolutely not letting her discover his plan. If anything went wrong, they were all to vanish into thin air.
The thought that he had raped and deflowered such a beautiful and skilled woman as Wang Cong'er filled him with immense pride. Unfortunately, it was only once. Now that Yang Mo was gone, only a few knew the location of the secret passage, and he dared not enter it to have another passionate encounter with Wang Cong'er. This was truly disheartening.
Yang Gouzi had a foot fetish, loving to play with the delicate feet of beautiful women. Ever since he had fondled Wang Cong'er's slender and exquisite feet, he had lost interest in almost all women, even lacking the desire to visit brothels. His mind felt like it was crawling with hundreds of ants.
Suddenly, he remembered that when he destroyed Wang Cong'er's tattered clothes, one boot seemed to be missing. He wondered if he had left any unnecessary clues. If Yang Mo found out, it would be disastrous. He couldn't help but put on his clothes, light a lantern, and head towards the Guanyin Temple where he had met that day.
An hour later, Yang Gouzi arrived at the Guanyin Temple and found that the filth left there ten days ago had not yet dried, and the stench was still very strong. He closed his eyes and tried his best to recall the scene from that day, hoping to turn back time and relive the past. Unexpectedly, there was a gap more than a meter high in one of the walls, with the surrounding bricks and stones shattered, not like it was made by a hammer.
Suspicious, Yang Gouzi searched around but did not find the boot. After a while, he turned and walked into the pond in the backyard. Looking at the clear water, he couldn't help but recall the scene of peeping at Wang Cong'er undressing and bathing there. He felt his penis harden again. Although the pain had not subsided, being able to have a moment of ecstasy with such a beautiful woman was worth it even if he were kicked hundreds of times by those beautiful feet.
Suddenly, he noticed a pair of white boots by the pool. Bending down to pick them up, he saw they were relatively new, with a few yellow stains. The boots were of fine quality, made of supple silk, seemingly not from the Central Plains. He wondered who would be so wasteful as to carelessly discard such fine material here.
Judging by the size, the boots appeared to be women's. Yang Gouzi's lust was instantly aroused again. He thought, "I wonder which woman took off her boots here. If I had been there, I certainly wouldn't have let her get away." He wondered if these boots were related to the gap in the wall.
He held the boots to his nose and smelled them, but strangely, there was no smell. This was because the Snow Peak Goddess wore long silver boots; these white boots were merely a cover, leaving no scent.
Disappointed, Yang Gouzi was rekindled with a strong desire for Wang Cong'er's jade-like feet. He thought to himself, "A person only seeks pleasure in this life. If one cannot do what one wants, living is also a pain. I might as well risk my life." He kicked his boots into his clothes, grabbed a lantern, and ran home.
Yang Gouzi found some cured meat, a jug of water, and a thick hemp rope, and sneaked into Yang Mo's mansion under the cover of night. This mansion was said to have been the prison where Wei Zhongxian had imprisoned criminals. After nearly two hundred years of vicissitudes, it was occupied by Yang Mo, and the secret passage was discovered during that time.
The passageway was a maze of interconnected lattices, leading in all directions, its destination unknown. Yang Mo had already retired from crime and only needed a hiding place. He renovated the dozen or so rooms surrounding the passageway, while blocking the inner passageway with brick walls. Yang Mo usually kept the kidnapped and forcibly taken women in a secret passage for his sexual abuse and training. However, to house Wang Cong'er, he had to kill all these women to avoid revealing his true intentions.
The entrance to the secret passage was hidden in the artificial hill in Yang Mo's courtyard. Yang Gouzi lifted the iron plate covered with weeds and went down the narrow steps. At the end, he forcefully turned open a door more than a meter tall and half a foot thick. The exit of the secret passage was located in the middle of the passage, indistinguishable from the surrounding walls, even the sound of climbing it was identical, demonstrating the immense effort and manpower invested in its construction.
The passage was very quiet; only under the light of an oil lamp could one barely see the surroundings. Yang Gouzi listened intently and sensed a sound coming from a room to the east. He tiptoed towards that room.
Following
the sound, Yang Gouzi groped his way through the passage and peered into a room with a light on. Inside the room, which was about ten feet square, was a row of weapon racks, complete with swords, spears, and staffs. A young girl, dressed in a light yellow warrior's outfit, with a pair of dark purple trousers and light green soft boots, was vigorously kicking a sandbag, her forehead glistening with sweat. Two pretty maids stood beside her. Yang Gouzi's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and fear. This girl was none other than the White-Clad Heroine, Wang Cong'er.
Ten days had passed, and Wang Cong'er seemed to have fully recovered. Her complexion was rosy, her long hair was tied into a long braid, and her warrior's outfit accentuated her slender figure, exuding youthful vitality.
Seven days ago, she had regained her strength, and as soon as the injuries to her lower body and feet improved slightly, she began practicing martial arts in this training hall, trying to adapt to the state without the aid of internal energy. She also needed to change her previous fighting techniques. She especially needed to work on her hand-to-hand combat skills. Women's fist strength was limited, so she focused on legwork. In her current state, she could easily handle twenty or thirty villagers with only basic martial arts skills, but she had to strike a vital point decisively. Otherwise, if they grabbed her hands and feet, and seven or eight strong men swarmed her and started a
grappling match, she wouldn't have the stamina to cope. Against second- or third-rate opponents, she could put up a fight with her Autumn Water Broken Sword and her exquisite swordsmanship, but against a first-rate opponent, defeat was certain. These past few days, she had been studying various combat scenarios to adjust her mindset after the humiliation, gradually healing her emotional wounds. After all, she was an exceptionally strong woman. Thinking of Wang Dahai still contacting her remaining troops, she rallied her spirits and stopped wasting her days in tears and curses.
At this moment, Wang Cong'er was using the "Mandarin Duck Linked Kicks," having already kicked hundreds of times. She felt breathless, her heart pounding, her legs weak, and a faint pain emanating from the soles of her feet. A pang of sorrow gripped her heart. Her years of painstakingly cultivated internal energy were trapped within her dantian, rendered unusable. All because of a moment of carelessness, a rogue had pricked her foot with a needle, leaving her in this state. Truly, man proposes, God disposes; she wondered when she would ever regain her strength.
At this moment, Xiao Mei beside her advised, "Miss Wang, you've practiced for quite some time today. Rest early; it's not good for your health." Xiao Ju handed her a handkerchief to wipe her sweat. Wang Cong'er, also feeling exhausted after practicing for so long, said, "Thank you for keeping me company, my two sisters. You should also rest." The three left the training hall and returned to their rooms.
Wang Cong'er returned to her room, took off all her outer clothes, changed into pajamas and slippers, lay down on the bed, and slipped under the covers, quickly falling asleep. A
while later, the bedsheet under the bed was suddenly lifted, and a disheveled-looking man crawled out—undoubtedly Yang Gouzi. Seeing the three women about to return to their rooms to rest, he sneaked into Wang Cong'er's bedroom beforehand, hiding under the bed to wait for her to fall asleep before making his move. Gazing at the stunningly beautiful woman sleeping soundly on the bed, his mouth watered, his eyes flashing with the ferocity of a predator pouncing on its prey, his mind filled with the erotic image of himself leaping onto the bed and tearing her apart.
However, after waiting for a long time, Yang Gouzi still didn't dare to make a move. Earlier, he had been driven by lust, only thinking of going into the secret passage for some more pleasure. Now, with the beauty before him, he remembered Yang Mo's sinister face and the horrific scene of him ruthlessly slaughtering the twenty-odd local militiamen who worked for him. He might have his fun, but if Yang Mo's plan failed, Yang Mo would skin him alive, leaving him in a state of unbearable agony. He suddenly had second thoughts.
After much deliberation, Yang Gouzi decided not to touch Wang Cong'er, but he couldn't just leave so easily; he needed to alleviate his longing after so many days. He took two steps closer, wanting to see Wang Cong'er's naked body, but unfortunately, her body was completely wrapped in the blanket, and even her feet were wearing slippers, so he couldn't see those jade feet that haunted his dreams.
In his anxiety, he rubbed his hands together. Turning around, he caught a glimpse of Wang Cong'er's samurai outfit and trousers on the clothes rack. He quickly brought them to his nose and sniffed them frantically, enjoying the lingering scent of the young girl. He then grabbed the soft boots from the ground and stuffed his nose into them, inhaling the scent of sweat left on the soles of her feet. That unique fragrance was exactly the same as the scent he smelled when he played with Wang Cong'er's feet in the temple. In his mind, he imagined himself caressing those flawless white jade feet, while his other hand forcefully squeezed his already erect penis.
After a bout of morbid pleasure, Yang Gouzi felt he was about to ejaculate. He quickly pulled down his pants, aimed at one of the boots, and ejaculated a stream of yellowish-white, turbid fluid into it, feeling an indescribable sense of pleasure. Thinking about Wang Cong'er practicing her martial arts tomorrow wearing this boot covered in his semen, Yang Gouzi couldn't help but feel a surge
of pride. It was as if Wang Cong'er's feet had been soaked in his semen without her even realizing it, and the semen in the boot would dry quickly, making it virtually undetectable. Reluctantly, he put the boot back in its place, waved his now-soft penis at Wang Cong'er, who was still fast asleep in bed, before turning and leaving her bedroom.
For the next two days, Yang Gouzi played a game of hide-and-seek with the three women. In the secret passage were several rooms used for storing miscellaneous items, where he usually slept. When Wang Cong'er practiced her martial arts or ate, he would sneak out to spy on her. What he regretted most was that Wang Cong'er always closed the door when she bathed; the door was made of iron, leaving no gaps. He could only listen to the sound of water flowing through the door and imagine the beautiful scene of her emerging naked from the bath.
He never imagined that the room next door was actually Yang Gouzi's secret hiding place for spying on Wang Cong'er bathing. Otherwise, why wouldn't he go in and feast his eyes through those two small holes? After Wang Cong'er fell asleep, he ejaculated in her boots as usual to vent his lust.
On the fourth day, Yang Gouzi once again used the same trick, hiding under Wang Cong'er's bed. He only emerged slowly when he heard her even breathing. Just as he was about to get up, something cold pressed against the back of his neck, and a voice even colder came from behind: "Who are you? What are you doing under my bed? What did you put in my boots?" In an instant, Yang Gouzi's lust was completely swept away; he was terrified, his heart sinking into an abyss. —Wang
Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter, Chapter 4.
Yang Gouzi had been extremely careful these past few days, leaving no trace, hiding in the storeroom eating cured meat and drinking water, even urinating and defecating in the same jar. Unfortunately, even the most careful precautions can slip up.
Today, after Wang Cong'er finished her training and went to take a bath, Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju were outside joking and teasing each other about their smelly feet. Wang Cong'er couldn't resist sniffing her socks as she took off her boots, only to find a strange odor emanating from them.
If she hadn't experienced the Guanyin Temple incident, Wang Cong'er would have at most found it strange. But this time, the smell was something she would never forget. Those two nights and three days of mad torment at the Guanyin Temple, all she could smell was that pungent, fishy stench of male semen. Being soaked in the semen-splattered floor, that hellish feeling was unforgettable.
The semen Yang Gouzi had ejaculated into her boots had long since dried, but the sweat from Wang Cong'er's diligent martial arts practice had re-dissolved it, staining her socks. When Wang Cong'er turned the boots inside out, she found the inside and soles covered in semen stains. The thought of practicing in boots filled with filth made her want to vomit.
Terrified, she wondered who had sneaked in and done such a despicable thing to her.
Wang Cong'er was determined to find out the truth. She absolutely refused to wear the boots and socks stained with semen again. She quickly took a shower, then told Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju to go back to their rooms to rest. She wrapped her feet in a towel and went back to her dormitory. She pretended to go to bed, but actually kept a close watch on the boots placed in front of her bed, her hands still on her clothes. She had caught Yang Gouzi red-handed.
Yang Gouzi knew that if he looked up and Wang Cong'er saw his face, she wouldn't be able to kill him even with ten lives. He could only make up a story: "Miss Wang, please don't misunderstand, I was actually sent by Master Wang to serve you."
Wang Cong'er sneered, "Serve me? Are you serving me from under the bed? Why are you sneaking around? What dirty stuff did you put in my boots?"
Knowing he couldn't make up a story, Yang Gouzi continued his fabrication, "Miss Wang, you don't know, I'm naturally ugly and afraid of frightening a beauty like you. I know you have an injury on your foot, and I've applied my family's secret wound medicine to your boots, hoping your injury will heal soon. Today, I've also brought you a new pair of boots." With that, he took out the pair of white boots he had picked up from the pool from his bosom.
Yang Gouzi's blatant lies confused Wang Cong'er for a moment. His voice sounded somewhat familiar. She sheathed her sword a few inches and said, "Turn your face around so I can see clearly."
Knowing he had to face Wang Cong'er today, Yang Gouzi steeled himself and slowly turned around. What appeared before him were a pair of slender feet in pink slippers, above which were purplish-brown trousers. It turned out Wang Cong'er hadn't changed into pajamas; she was still fully armed, only her soft boots had been replaced with slippers. Yang Gouzi lowered his voice and said, "Miss Wang, we've actually met before. I died unjustly in the Guanyin Temple a dozen days ago, and today I've returned as a vengeful ghost to claim your life."
With that, he suddenly raised his head, his face contorting into a menacing expression.
Wang Cong'er never dreamed that the lecherous man who had defiled her and taken her virginity ten days ago would reappear before her. She feared nothing but ghosts, and in her terror, she dropped her sword, her legs went weak, and she staggered backward, crying out, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
Yang Gouzi, knowing his chance was fleeting, seized the opportunity and swiftly grabbed Wang Cong'er's slender feet, forcefully lifting her up. In her dazed state, Wang Cong'er's head slammed heavily against the wall, her vision blurred, and her mind went blank. Yang Gouzi seized the opportunity, pounced on the bed, grabbed her hands, and twisted them behind her back. He then grabbed her thick, black braid, tied it into a knot around her hands, and used the braid to bind them.
At this moment, Wang Cong'er also sensed the danger and tried to kick Yang Gouzi away with a series of kicks, but it was too close; the kick not only missed him but grazed his shoulder.
Yang Gouzi reacted swiftly. With one hand, he grabbed Wang Cong'er's raised right leg, while with the other, he pulled out a prepared thick hemp rope from his pocket and wrapped it around her ankle. His knee pressed firmly against her other leg, and he quickly looped the rope around her right foot, then threaded one end over the top of the bed frame. With a pull, he instantly hoisted Wang Cong'er into the air.
Wang Cong'er, her right leg dangling from the bed frame, was still unwilling to be bound. She desperately tried to kick him with her left leg, but it was too late. Yang Gouzi had already wrapped the other end of the rope around her left ankle and tied the other end to the bedpost.
In less than a minute, their positions had completely reversed. Wang Cong'er's right leg was hoisted, her left leg bound, and her hands tied behind her back with her braids, leaving her in a split position, powerless to resist.
Wang Cong'er was instantly filled with shock and rage. She knew that the person before her was not a ghost, but the lecherous man who had insulted her that day. She had fallen into his hands again due to a moment of distraction. In terms of real skill, even without a sword, defeating Yang Gouzi would be a piece of cake. It was clear that everyone has a nemesis, and Yang Gouzi was Wang Cong'er's natural nemesis.
"Lecherous man, release me immediately, or I will tear you to pieces!" Knowing she couldn't escape, Wang Cong'er could only threaten him, hoping to intimidate him.
Originally, Yang Gouzi only wanted to escape quickly after capturing Wang Cong'er. Hearing her curses, his thuggish nature was aroused. He thought that since she had already discovered him, Yang the Battalion Commander's plan was bound to fail. He was going to die anyway, so he might as well recoup his losses before he died.
He immediately swung his hand and slapped Wang Cong'er twice, grabbing her neck with one hand, forcing her mouth open, and grabbing her dangling right slipper with the other, forcefully shoving it into her mouth. He cursed viciously, "You filthy bitch, you're going to kill me this time! I was just going to let you soak in my holy water, but you had to act like a heroine! What kind of trash are you? You're a worthless stinky chicken that my brother has played with hundreds of times. I'm your first man, your husband, and now your husband is going to have some fun with you!"
With that, he tore off Wang Cong'er's warrior outfit, revealing a white bodice underneath. He then tore off the bodice as well, and her smooth, frost-like breasts were once again presented to him. After ten days of care, Wang Cong'er's injuries had almost healed, and her breasts heaved violently, her jade-like body trembling uncontrollably.
Yang Gouzi bent down and bit down hard on the snow mound, then grabbed her crotch as she squatted down, pulling hard. With a "rip," a large piece of Wang Cong'er's outer trousers and inner panties were torn off, and more than a dozen pubic hairs were ripped out in the force, exposing her vulva, which had endured the torment of his penis a hundred times before.
Wang Cong'er trembled violently in pain, kicking her legs wildly, hoping to break free. Unfortunately, the rope was exceptionally strong, and no matter how hard she tried, it was useless. Her hands were bound by her own flexible braids, making it impossible to break free.
Yang Gouzi was only thinking about venting his pent-up lust, his actions were rough and fierce, showing no mercy, wanting to inflict the greatest torment and pain on Wang Cong'er before he died. He pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect member, and grabbed Wang Cong'er's right foot, which was dangling in the air. The foot writhed desperately, its ten jade-like toes pressed together, seemingly trying to resist his advances with its last ounce of strength.
Yang Gouzi's favorite thing was Wang Cong'er's feet; touching them brought him immense excitement and pleasure. This foot fetishist harbored a terrifying thought: after he had his fill of Wang Cong'er, he would cut off her jade-like feet and take them with him. If he could escape Yang Mo's pursuit, he would spend the rest of his life sleeping with those feet.
He stroked her smooth, white feet, noticing a red dot on the sole—the very spot where he had pricked Wang Cong'er's Yongquan acupoint with a needle that day. The bright red against the snow-white background added to her allure.
Yang Gouzi didn't linger any longer. He gripped Wang Cong'er's left breast with one hand, pressed down on her lower back with the other, and took her right foot into his mouth, forcefully thrusting his taut, erect member between her legs.
In an instant, Wang Cong'er felt as if she were back in that hellish night more than ten days ago. The lecherous man who had stolen her precious virginity had violated her once more. The pain between her legs intensified, and the gradually forgotten humiliation enveloped her again.
She felt as if she had been mocked by fate. Despite having the upper hand, she had ended up in this predicament; despite her superior martial arts skills, she had repeatedly fallen into the hands of a weakling. The resentment in her heart far outweighed the physical pain.
Yang Gouzi didn't care how much pain she was in; he was feeling incredibly happy. He was nibbling at the most delicious jade feet in the world, while his lower body was penetrating the little hole of the most beautiful female martial arts master in the world. The tightness in her little hole made him feel as if he was losing his virginity again, which made him extremely happy. In his excitement, he wrapped his whole body around Wang Cong'er, but it was a hardship for her right foot, which was hanging from the bed frame. As she was bearing the weight of two people at the same time, the rope dug straight into her flesh.
While venting his anger, Yang Gouzi said, "Bah! What number one female martial arts expert? What Wang Cong'er? She's just a complete idiot! Do you think that guy is really Wang Dahai? He's our local captain, Yang Mo! He fooled you with a little trick. Do you think the Qing army will fight you for years? I, Gouzi, am as clever as Zhuge Liang! You're going to die anyway, so I'll give you a quick death. Consider your beautiful little feet a thank-you gift."
Although Wang Cong'er was in great pain, she suddenly understood after hearing Yang Gouzi's words. No wonder this Wang Dahai always gave people a sense of unease; he was an imposter. His holding her captive must be part of a huge conspiracy. Even if she died, she couldn't let him succeed. With this thought, she calmed down again and focused on finding a way to escape.
Yang Gouzi vented his anger three times in one breath, feeling exhausted. He immediately lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Wang Cong'er was utterly exhausted after the previous round of brutal torture. If she hadn't been suspended by ropes, she would have been lying on the bed long ago, unable to get up. She felt swelling in her right foot, knowing that the rape had severely torn and injured her ankle. It was a case of old wounds healing only to be reopened with new ones. She was covered in sweat, and foul fluid was still flowing from her left leg onto the bed.
Calming herself, she tried to break free. Suddenly, she remembered her sect's bone-shrinking technique. Although she couldn't muster her full power, she could still try, relying on her well-trained muscles and bones. She focused her strength on her arms, using the advantage of a woman's muscular physique to slowly free herself from her bound braids. Overjoyed, she tried to use the same technique to free her feet as well, but her left foot was unable to support her weight on the bed, and her right foot was firmly bound by ropes that dug into her flesh.
Knowing she couldn't escape, she stopped wasting her energy and tried to use the Autumn Water Sword beside the bed to cut the ropes, but her hand was more than two feet away from the sword, and her body was restricted by the ropes, so she couldn't move. She remembered Yang Gouzi's words that he would kill her, so she could only improvise and seize the sword to save herself.
At dawn, Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju came to wake Wang Cong'er. When they entered her bedroom, they were shocked and screamed. They saw Wang Cong'er standing half-naked on the bed, one leg was hanging high on the bed frame, her warrior's outfit had been stripped down to her arms, her chest was exposed, and she was still wearing pants, but a large piece was torn between her legs, leaving a mess. Lying on the bed was a man, none other than Yang Mo's confidant, Yang Gouzi. The maids screamed in fright, "Gouzi, are you crazy? Master Yang said you weren't allowed in!"
Yang Gouzi, waking from his sleep, was greatly displeased to be disturbed by the two maids. He roared, "Not allowed in? So
what if I fucked her? I'll kill her now, then run away and see what Yang the Demon can do to me!" With that, he stood up, grabbed the nearby Qiushui Duan sword, and seized Wang Cong'er's right foot, thinking: Since these two maids have already discovered me, I'll cut off this bitch's beautiful little foot first, and have my way with her a few more times before she dies. He immediately swung the sword at Wang Cong'er's right foot.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Cong'er's hands, which had been behind her back, suddenly extended with a grappling move, snatching the Qiushui Duan sword from her back. She then swung her sword at Yang Gouzi. Yang Gouzi managed to leap towards the bedside in time; had it not been for Wang Cong'er's suspended body and the restriction imposed by her right leg, Yang Gouzi would have had no chance to dodge the sword. Even so, the sword still managed to cut a gash over a foot long on Yang Gouzi's shoulder, blood gushing out like a fountain. Wang Cong'er swiftly cut the rope, cursing, "You lecherous scoundrel, give me back my innocence! I'll tear you to pieces!"
Yang Gouzi, terrified, lost all his heroic spirit and ran for his life towards the door. Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju, startled, followed him out. As soon as Wang Cong'er stepped off the bed, sword in hand, she felt a sharp pain in her right ankle. Her right foot, numb from being suspended all night, had dislocated. She quickly sat down and used her bone-setting technique to reposition the bones.
In this delay, the three of them had already reached the entrance to the secret passage. Yang Gouzi grabbed a lamp opposite the entrance and turned it to the left. The rotating wall of the passage immediately opened automatically, and the three rushed out, the rotating wall quickly closing behind them.
Chapter 5 of Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter:
Yang Gouzi, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Ju climbed up the secret passage in a fit of rage. As soon as Xiao Mei emerged, she yelled, "What have you done, you mad dog? Master Yang told you not to go into the secret passage, and now you've slept with her. We can't explain it to her. When Master Yang comes back, how many heads will he chop off for you?"
Yang Gouzi sneered, "Anyway, I've already slept with that stupid girl, and I've told her everything about Chief Yang. I'm packing my bags and leaving now. If I escape, I'll consider myself lucky; if I don't, I'll consider myself unlucky. I refuse to believe I can't make a living in the underworld." With that, he turned and left.
Xiao Mei wanted to stop him from leaving, but Xiao Ju said, "Let him go. He ruined Master Yang's big plan; he'll die sooner or later. Let's quickly seal the secret passage entrance. If Wang Cong'er finds the mechanism and comes up, we'll be in big trouble." Hearing this, Xiao Mei stopped worrying about Yang Gouzi and, together with Xiao Ju, moved the surrounding artificial rocks to the entrance of the secret passage, sealing it tightly to prevent Wang Cong'er from escaping.
Actually, the two were worrying unnecessarily. Wang Cong'er hadn't even left her room yet, let alone looked for the mechanism. The four hours of hanging yesterday had caused her right foot to swell and dislocate, and her legs to become numb. Just setting her ankle took a lot of time, and then she limped around searching for the three people, but couldn't find them. She realized that Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju were also part of Yang Gouzi's group.
Wang Cong'er thought: All their warm service to me these past few days was just pretense. I even considered them good sisters. I felt both angry and sad. Feeling a dampness in her lower body, she realized she hadn't cleaned away the semen left between her legs the day before. She hurriedly washed herself and her feet with water in the bathroom, cursing Yang Gouzi until he died a horrible death, vowing to tear him to pieces.
She knew she was trapped in a demon's lair and needed to find the secret passage to escape immediately. Although she was skilled in warfare, she knew little about mechanisms and traps. She searched through more than ten rooms, looking everywhere from behind scrolls to under beds, but couldn't find an exit. She even tapped on the walls of the corridor with her sword, but heard no unusual sounds, and never thought to touch the oil lamp.
Finally, she saw the end of the passage blocked with bricks. Tapping on it, she felt there was a way out. In desperation, she used her Autumn Water Slash to create a large hole in the wall. A musty smell filled the air, and ahead lay complete darkness. Since she couldn't find the secret passage exit anyway, Wang Cong'er figured she might as well take a gamble and find a way out. If they sent someone down, she probably wouldn't be able to escape.
First, Wang Cong'er went to the pharmacy to apply some medicine to her right foot. Feeling the pain subside slightly, she grabbed some food and water from the kitchen and busied herself packing her clothes. Her martial arts outfit wasn't torn, but her squatting trousers were now open-crotch pants, so she couldn't wear them anymore. She could only change into Xiao Mei's long trousers, but she couldn't find her shoes. Her own slippers had too thin soles for long walks, and she'd rather have her feet chopped off than wear those boots stained with Yang Gouzi's semen again.
Suddenly, she remembered that Yang Gouzi seemed to have taken a pair of white boots from his pocket yesterday. She hurriedly ran back to her room and picked them up. The boots were only slightly dirty and didn't smell bad, but she was still afraid
that Yang Gouzi might have tampered with them. So she put on her slippers underneath and the white boots on top, and they fit perfectly. Passing the martial arts hall, she took a long whip and wrapped it around her waist, along with twenty plum blossom darts and eight candles. After preparing everything, she packed a bundle, lit a candle, and crawled through the hole. Ahead was still a vast expanse of darkness, seemingly foreshadowing the beginning of her tragic and helpless fate. She felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and cowardice, thinking: If only they were here—
(Wang Cong'er's story is temporarily paused here. The following is another starting point of this story, which will also introduce a new batch of characters.)
Yang Mo traveled for two days to reach the Qing army camp. That day, he questioned the soldiers about the circumstances of the incident. A soldier recalled with lingering fear that he and their commander, Harchi, were patrolling near the military camp when a woman in white suddenly appeared, claiming to be Wang Cong'er. Harchi, bewildered, led his men to capture her and demand an explanation.
However, with a casual wave of her hand, Harchi and five men standing beside him, about seven or eight zhang away, were decapitated, blood gushing from their necks like fountains. The surrounding soldiers, terrified, thought they had encountered a ghost and scattered in all directions.
The Qing army launched a large-scale search that night but could not find the woman in white. Panic gripped the crowd, with everyone saying that Wang Cong'er had returned as a vengeful ghost.
Yang Mo carefully examined the cut on the corpse's neck, finding it clean and even, as if slashed by a fine sword.
He was also filled with dread. If the soldiers were telling the truth, then the assailant must have used internal force to create a smooth, powerful slash. This woman was definitely not Wang Cong'er, yet her martial arts skills were astonishingly high.
In the entire martial arts world, there were no more than three people who could do that; even his lecherous master, the Panchen Lama, whom he studied under in Tibet, couldn't. Of the three, only one was a woman—the Snow Peak Goddess, who had been famous throughout the martial arts world decades ago. But by that reckoning, she should be over sixty years old, while the soldiers said she should be a young woman.
Yang Mo carefully organized his thoughts. Since the assailant wanted to commit the crime in Wang Cong'er's name, it must be closely related to her. According to the information he had, Wang Cong'er had five highly skilled female guards under her command, who seemed to have been dispatched by Wang Cong'er some time ago and hadn't appeared in the battle of the mountain siege.
They are: Yang Qing, 21 years old, head of the Wuchen Sword Sect, with superb swordsmanship and an arrogant personality. She once challenged Wang Cong'er for fifty moves but was defeated. Afterwards, she was sincerely convinced and willingly followed her. Among the five, she has the highest martial arts skills.
Xie Yun: 23 years old, a disciple of the Liaodong Yangyuan Sect, skilled in using double swords, resourceful, and proficient in disguise. She joined the rebel army due to her dissatisfaction with the Qing Dynasty's rule.
Qi Yue'er: 19 years old, the younger sister of Wang Cong'er's husband, Qi Lin, and her aunt. She possesses the family's Shadowless Kick technique, which is incredibly skillful. She has unparalleled lightness skills, is calm and decisive, and is best at spying on military intelligence. She vowed to avenge her brother and do her best to assist her sister-in-law.
Tang Ning: 20 years old, the youngest female disciple of the Tang Clan in Sichuan. She is skilled in using poisonous hidden weapons, which are difficult to defend against. She is ruthless and cruel. She joined the White Lotus Sect after accidentally killing an elder of her family.
Ye Feng: Seventeen years old, daughter of the Bajiquan master, her boxing skills are deeply inherited from her father. She is innocent and simple-minded. Her father and his entire family were wrongly convicted and executed by the court as rebels. To avenge her family
, she joined the White Lotus Sect. These five women each had their own strengths. After joining the White Lotus Sect, they gained Wang Cong'er's appreciation, who further refined their martial arts and promoted them to personal guards. They rendered great service to Wang Cong'er and were known as the "Five Flowers of the White Lotus," striking fear into the hearts of the Qing army. It wouldn't be surprising if these five were searching for Wang Cong'er. However, even Yang Qing, the most skilled among the five, couldn't possibly possess such profound internal energy. It seems the murderer is someone else.
He pondered for a whole day but still had no clue. Even if he couldn't solve the case, he couldn't go back immediately, and he didn't know if something would happen at home. His heart was filled with anxiety. Suddenly, a small black sable darted into the tent. A bamboo tube was tied around its neck. The sable seemed to recognize him, leaping into his arms. He removed the tube, opened it, and took out a slip of paper. After reading it, he frowned, thinking, "This area is already chaotic enough. Why did he have to come to the Central Plains at this crucial moment? My days are truly going to be troublesome."
Yang Gouzi took all the silver from home, along with a packet of Mongolian and Han medicine hidden under his bed and a tube of sleeping potion, and left. He thought to himself, "He always relied on Yang Mo's power to act arrogantly. Now I have to make my own way in the world." On his way home, he had already decided to become a womanizer. In fact, being a womanizer had been his childhood dream; he had always dreamed of hunting down beauties in the world, raping and murdering them, but he had never had the courage to do it.
During this time, Wang Cong'er, the world's number one female martial arts expert, had twice fallen into his hands and been forcibly raped by him. His audacity soared to its peak, and he believed himself to be incredibly lucky with women. He thought even the most skilled female warriors were easy prey for him, and he resolutely took up the profession of womanizer, which he considered highly noble.
Yang Gouzi traveled south for more than thirty miles and arrived at a nearby town called Blackwater Town. There weren't many people in the town; most had left to escape the war, leaving many empty houses. Yang Gouzi decided to make his first heist in this town, but he didn't know which house in this town had any beauties. It seemed that there wouldn't be any beauties in such a small place. He was tired from walking and saw an inn across the street, so he checked in.
The inn was extremely quiet; he was the only guest all day. In the evening, he had nothing to do upstairs, so he went out for a stroll. Just then, five women walked into the inn, and when he looked down, his eyes widened.
The five women varied in height, but each was stunningly beautiful, a beauty that could rival any other. Though not quite as strikingly beautiful as Wang Cong'er, they were still among the most beautiful women in the world.
The leader, dressed in white, exuded arrogance and held a long sword. To her left, a woman in colorful attire smiled broadly, carrying two swords on her back. The second woman to her left wore a black robe, her face etched with worry, and carried no weapon. The first woman to her right wore red, her expression somber, a satchel slung over her shoulder, and deerskin gloves on her hands. The second woman to her right wore blue, her face innocent, and also carried no weapon. It
was truly a strange sight to find these five exquisite beauties in an abandoned inn in such a desolate town. Even the innkeeper was stunned for a moment before remembering to register them for the night.
Coincidentally, the room these five women were staying in was right below Yang Gouzi's room. Yang Gouzi was incredibly itchy, thinking: "Could this truly be a blessing from heaven, bestowing upon me five beautiful women at once? This year, I'm really having a lucky year with women!" There was a gap in the floorboards next to the inn, so he pressed his ear against the gap to listen to what the five beauties were talking about.
Yang Gouzi had unexpectedly encountered the "White Lotus Five Flowers" in Blackwater Town, who were looking for Wang Cong'er. He was determined to pluck the flowers, but these five flowers were proving to be quite difficult to pick.
Chapter 6 of Wang Cong'er's
Misfortune and Romantic Encounter: Yang Qing, dressed in snow-white robes, her face grave,
had chosen this secluded town as the meeting place for tonight's plans. A month prior, Wang Cong'er had sent the five of them to Guangxi to contact the rebel army, hoping to reunite them. However, upon arriving in Guangxi, they learned that the rebels had been wiped out by the Qing army. Upon their return, they received news that Wang Cong'er's own rebel army had also been destroyed, and Wang Cong'er had committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.
But according to intelligence gathered by Qi Yue'er, the bodies the Qing army found at the bottom of the cliff were mangled beyond recognition, and Wang Cong'er's personal sword, Qiu Shui Duan, was nowhere to be found. They simply sent any corpse they could find to complete their mission. A few days ago, an assassination attempt was discovered on the outskirts of the nearby Qing army camp, where Qing commander Harchi was beheaded by a force of air. Rumors circulated that Wang Cong'er was responsible, making it highly likely that she was still alive. The five women then decided to cause another disturbance at the Qing camp, hoping to gain even more.
She cleared her throat and said, "Tonight, one of us will stay here. The other three will come with me. This operation must be a resounding success, making the Qing devils restless in this place."
Xie Yun, the eldest of the four, known as the "Female Zhuge Liang," knew her second sister, Yang Qing, was extremely competitive and easily swayed by her emotions. She smiled and said, "This time, we're just testing the waters, drawing the commander out. We're not going to fight the Qing army. A little commotion is enough. There are over four thousand soldiers in this camp. If we're surrounded, escaping won't be easy. And if any of you sisters get hurt, it'll be even worse. We'll make our move at midnight and must return before midnight."
"What's there to be afraid of, eldest sister? In the past two years, haven't the five of us been invincible in our operations, routing the Qing demons and escaping unscathed?" interjected Ye Feng, the simple-minded and impulsive fifth sister, known as "Hibiscus Fist."
Xie Yun frowned slightly. Ye Feng's martial arts weren't weak among the five, but she was careless and made several mistakes at the beginning of the mission. Fortunately, everyone remedied them in time, preventing a major disaster. The others, seeing her young age and ignorance, turned a blind eye and didn't tell Wang Cong'er. Later, when carrying out missions, they always assigned her the safest and easiest tasks. She was truly oblivious, never noticing. The
gloomy-faced "Poison Lotus" Tang Ning spoke up from the side: "Fifth Sister is right. It's just a raid on a group of sleeping Qing soldiers. According to Fourth Sister's intelligence, there are no experts in this camp. Even if more Qing demons come, they're only fit to feed my hidden weapons. I've developed several new hidden weapons recently, so I'll test their power on these useless fools."
Xie Yun felt slightly displeased. Ye Feng's youth and ignorance were one thing, but her third sister, Tang Ning, was stirring things up. Tang Ning was the most bloodthirsty of the five, second only to Yang Qing, with a plethora of poisons and hidden weapons, killing without mercy. Once, she poisoned the Qing army's food, killing over five hundred soldiers. Their corpses rotted and stank, even making Yang Qing frown. However, she remained loyal to her sisters, and since they were all Qing soldiers, she couldn't really say anything. She could only hint to Wang Cong'er that Tang Ning should restrain herself and avoid adding to the unnecessary bloodshed.
"Alright, the operation is decided. Fifth Sister will stay at this inn, and her three sisters and I will set off immediately."
"Wait, why do you insist I stay? Do you think my martial arts aren't good enough? Or do you think I'll ruin things and hold you back?" Ye Feng pouted.
Xie Yun thought: Of course, that's the reason. Is it because you're skilled in martial arts and clever? But with a smile on his face, he said, "Fifth Sister, have you forgotten? We left marks along the way, leading them all the way to this inn. If the Grand Commander or other White Lotus Sect brothers see the marks and come here, you can meet them. This mission is extremely important."
Ye Feng immediately beamed, "Alright, don't worry, I'll stay in this room every step of the way. You all go ahead and have your fun."
The usually taciturn "Jade Foot Soul Chaser" Qi Yue'er suddenly spoke up, "Fifth Sister, you must stay here and be careful. Pay close attention to your surroundings. Destroy the marks and leave at four in the morning. We'll meet at Shili Slope outside the town."
"Don't worry, Fourth Sister, in this world, apart from your 'Fleeting Moment' of unparalleled lightness skill, no one can escape my ears," Ye Feng said confidently.
With everything settled, the four women packed their weapons and left the inn for the Qing army camp. Qi Yue'er glanced back at the second floor of the inn. She had just checked the inn's ledger; besides them, only one male guest had checked in today. She had observed him from the window and, seeing that he indeed lacked martial arts skills, she felt comfortable letting Ye Feng stay. However, she possessed an innate intuition, always sensing danger before it struck, though she couldn't quite
put her finger on it. This trip to the military camp was to deliver a message to her sister-in-law, Wang Cong'er, but she felt that Wang Cong'er, given her personality, wouldn't openly kill someone outside the camp. But being a quiet person, she was reluctant to voice these thoughts, believing that strategic planning should be left to Xie Yun. Wang Cong'er had always instructed her to act only in case of unforeseen circumstances, and to speak of these matters now would be disrespectful to Xie Yun. Qi Yue'er could only remind herself not to overthink as she followed the others towards the military camp.
Ye Feng felt restless after being alone in the room for only half an hour. First, she paced back and forth, then she practiced a round of Bajiquan (a style of Chinese martial arts), and after a while, she simply kicked off her boots, put her feet up, and lay on the bed eating sunflower seeds, completely forgetting Qi Yue'er's instructions to be careful. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Miss, your late-night snack has arrived."
Ye Feng was puzzled; she hadn't ordered any late-night snacks. But speaking of food, her stomach was indeed a little hungry. Remembering that she hadn't locked the door, she said, "The door isn't locked, come in." A waiter wearing a felt hat pushed the door open, carrying a tray with a roast chicken on it.
"What's for late-night snack?" Ye Feng asked casually, lying on the bed without even looking at the waiter.
"This is a local specialty—strange-flavored chicken. Please eat it while it's hot, Miss." The waiter spoke with his head down, while glancing at Ye Feng's slender feet in white socks propped up on the bedside table.
"Alright, you can go now. We'll settle the bill tomorrow," Ye Feng said, dismissing the waiter before wolfing down her food. While the other four women would always test their food for poison with a silver needle before eating, Ye Feng never did. She considered herself an old hand in the ways of the world; how could she possibly fall for some cheap drug? Although she found the chicken's taste strange, she simply attributed it to its characteristic.
Outside the door, Yang Gouzi, disguised as a waiter, peered through the crack in the door, watching Ye Feng's innocent appearance with a lewd grin.
Yang Mo sat in his tent, frowning. Four days had passed, and he still hadn't made a single clue. Aside from being verbally abused by the military commander, he hadn't gained anything else during the day. It seemed the prefect knew he had a past in the martial world, which was why he had hired him to solve the case. But the problem was, how could he possibly catch such a peerless master who could kill from afar? It seems he'll lose his minor official position eventually, but family matters are pressing for his attention. And to make matters worse, he received that person's letter yesterday.
He's really overwhelmed. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, followed by laughter. "My good disciple, what's troubling you so much?"
Yang Mo looked up and saw a monk in a yellow robe, seemingly in his thirties, sitting in the previously empty chair. He had a compassionate face, deeply sunken temples, and four burly men behind him, as if time had stood still for a few seconds. Startled,
Yang Mo stammered, "Master Panchen Lama, what brings you here?"
"Did I have to inform you of my arrival in the Central Plains? Helping innocent young girls escape suffering and ascend to the Pure Land is the purpose of Buddhism. On my journey eastward, I have already converted over a hundred young girls. I've stayed here for over ten days." The Panchen Lama replied with a smile.
Good heavens, the wolf hasn't arrived yet, but the tiger has already come! This tiger has been enjoying its time picking flowers along the way, and it's no wonder it's after a young girl with martial arts skills. It's no wonder both the righteous and the villainous are furious! If you stay here for more than ten days, not only will you attract countless pursuers, but you might also get me into legal trouble. Does this plague god have a grudge against me from a past life?
Suddenly, another sharp pain shot through his head. The Panchen Lama said with a gentle expression, "What plague god or tiger? Who is the wolf?"
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I can slowly dig out what's on your mind. "
It turns out that this Panchen Lama is a child prodigy of the Gelug school of Tibetan Buddhism, born with an astonishing superpower: he can emit powerful energy with brainwaves, possesses extraordinary intelligence, and has a photographic memory." Later, he further evolved his superpowers into three extraordinary techniques: Mind Attack - using invisible brainwaves to fiercely attack the opponent's head, causing the opponent to suffer a splitting headache instantly. The closer the distance, the greater the power, but the effective range is limited to within three zhang.
He knew that his powerful brainwaves could read the thoughts, memories, and martial arts techniques of others, but the effective range was within half a zhang (approximately 1.3 meters). However, if the opponent's willpower was strong enough,
the technique would fail. His mind-reading ability—the highest extraordinary technique created by the Panchen Lama—was never seen being used by him after mastering it, so its power was unknown, but rumors circulated that it could grant him immortality.
His internal energy cultivation was based on the Tantric Prajna Divine Skill, and he was proficient in all Tantric martial arts, especially the Joyful Meditation Technique, which allowed him to steal the opponent's vital essence and internal energy during sexual intercourse. Although the Panchen Lama was a prodigy, he used his talent for evil purposes, raping countless young girls under the guise of saving the world. He even took four lewd disciples, known as the Four Vajras: Golden Lion, Silver Leopard, Bronze Ape, and Iron Cat. The Tantric sect could no longer tolerate him and repeatedly sent people to eliminate him, but all attempts ended in defeat. He was truly a tyrant in the Western Regions.
Several years ago, when Yang Mo was smuggling goods in the Western Regions, he was overcome with lust and raped the daughter of a tribal chief. As a result, he was hunted down by the crowd, but was rescued by the Panchen Lama. The Panchen Lama admired audacious lechers, so he immediately took him as his disciple and taught him the techniques of Blissful Meditation and Mahamudra. He even said that when he came to the Central Plains to hunt for women, he would ask Yang Mo to be his guide. Who would have thought that Yang Mo would show up at this very moment?
Knowing he couldn't hide anything from him, Yang Mo said, "Master, that person is Lei Wanchou. We're sworn brothers, and he's come from Miao territory to visit his disciple in the Central Plains."
"Oh, Lei Wanchou? I've heard of him. His martial arts aren't high, but he's an expert in various unorthodox arts, mechanisms, formations, and poisons. His sect was destroyed by a female knight-errant, so he's harbored hatred for all female knights-errant since childhood. After years of study, he's mastered it, and since his debut, he's raped and murdered dozens of famous female knights-errant, some of whom were top-tier fighters. He fled to Miao territory after incurring the wrath of the martial world, but I didn't expect him to reappear. I'd really like to befriend him." "
I never imagined Master knew about the affairs of the martial world without even leaving home. I admire you greatly. I'll definitely introduce him to you," Yang Mo said with a fawning smile.
"By the way, what else are you hiding from me? Just tell me everything, don't make me waste my time. Aren't the most famous female knights in the Central Plains that white-clad knight Wang Cong'er and her 'White Lotus Five Flowers'? Do you have any news about them?"
Yang Mo's heart trembled. What if he found out about Wang Cong'er? He really didn't want to share this matter with this lecherous master.
Just then, a deafening "boom" came from outside the tent. The powerful shockwave blew the tent away. The Four Vajras and Yang Mo covered their ears, but the Panchen Lama remained calm.
The military camp's gunpowder depot had been set on fire, causing a violent explosion that woke the sleeping Qing soldiers. Chaos ensued, with some rushing to put out the fire and others trying to restrain their frightened horses.
A group of Qing soldiers, weapons in hand, had just rushed out of the camp when they clutched their feet and screamed in agony. The ground outside the camp, spanning over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), was covered with poisoned needles. Those who stepped on them died instantly from the poison, while the rest cowered in fear.
A red figure leaped down from a tree, unleashing dozens of hidden weapons in a single strike, instantly felling a group of Qing soldiers. The weapons that struck also carried explosives, which exploded, releasing plumes of colored smoke that caused Qing soldiers who inhaled it to foam at the mouth.
A white figure darted into the eastern camp like lightning, each strike of his longsword falling to the ground. Although the Qing army outnumbered them, their panic prevented them from forming a proper encirclement. The white figure moved with impunity, and within moments, dozens had fallen, wounded
by his sword. A colorful figure also charged in from the west, wielding twin blades, cutting through tents from one to another, retreating where there were more soldiers and attacking where there were fewer.
The entire camp was in complete chaos. The musketeers rushed in with their guns, only to find that the gunpowder had been watered down, rendering them useless.
Yang Qing, wielding the "Dustless Sword Technique," charged from the outer camp into the inner camp, thinking: "These Qing devils are truly pathetic. I might as well take the Qing commander's head today." Suddenly, a burly man appeared before him, wielding a large axe, and attacked with ferocious force, clearly a top-tier expert. In
the midst of the chaos, Yang Qing deftly deflected the attack with a flick of his longsword, secretly astonished. How could there be such a master in the army camp? But even a master was better than a weakling. Yang Qing's competitive spirit was ignited, and he launched a fierce sword attack, determined to fight the burly man. After more than ten moves, he had gained the upper hand, but then a master wielding a large club appeared, joining forces with the axe-wielding master, temporarily holding Yang Qing off.
On the other side, Xie Yun, seeing that the commotion had subsided, was about to send a signal into the air for everyone to retreat when a sudden gust of cold wind swept in. Although she dodged to the left in time, her ample breasts couldn't avoid it. With a "rip," her left bra was torn open, and a burning pain shot through her chest. Her snow-white breasts popped out, revealing four red marks. Embarrassed by the sudden exposure, Xie Yun quickly covered her chest with one arm.
A burly man, unarmed, launched a series of claw attacks, swearing, "What big breasts! I'm so thirsty. Quickly stick out that breast and let me feed it." Xie Yun's martial arts skills were no less than this man's, but because her bra was torn and she had to use one hand to protect her chest, the power of her Mandarin Duck Twin Blades was reduced to half. In addition, in her panic, she was forced to only parry.
Tang Ning's situation wasn't easy either. She was using a squad of Qing soldiers as live targets when suddenly a burly man with a shield and a Qing officer wielding a meteor hammer appeared out of nowhere, pressing forward relentlessly. Tang Ning's hidden weapons were numerous, but the shield-wielding man's large shield was impenetrable, causing the projectiles to bounce off. The officer, meanwhile, swung his meteor hammer wildly, striking Tang Ning repeatedly from a distance, forcing her to be distracted. Tang Ning could only retreat, running away while continuing to launch her hidden weapons, getting further and further away from Yang and Xie, making it impossible for them to reunite.
The Panchen Lama watched coldly, inwardly chuckling: It seems the so-called "Five Flowers of White Lotus" are nothing special. Golden Lion and Silver Leopard could fight Yang Qing to a draw, Iron Cat had the upper hand against Xie Yun, and Bronze Gorilla Yang Mo rendered Tang Ning's hidden weapons useless. Given the current situation, capturing the three of them shouldn't be a problem. He decided to deal with the weakest, Xie Yun, first.
He flashed behind Xie Yun, about to strike, when suddenly a Qing soldier beside him delivered a lightning-fast kick to the knee of the smug Tie Mao. Tie Mao felt excruciating pain and lost his balance, only to be struck in the throat by another swift kick. Even with his superior external martial arts skills, he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat.
The Panchen Lama was stunned. The Qing soldier had already removed his outer garment, revealing a black night-clothes underneath, and draped them over Xie Yun, saying, "Eldest sister, wear this to meet up with second and third sisters. I'll deal with him."
It turned out she was none other than the previously unseen "Jade Foot Soul Chaser," Qi Yue'er. She had disguised herself as a Qing soldier and had been observing from the shadows. Discovering the mysterious expert Xie Yun in danger, she immediately launched a surprise attack to relieve Xie Yun's immediate crisis. Xie Yun blushed and said, "Fourth sister, please be careful. We'll meet outside the West Camp." With that, she donned the Qing soldier's uniform and ran towards Yang Qing.
The Panchen Lama, gazing at the beautiful and composed Qi Yue'er, smiled and said, "Impressive! You must be 'Jade Foot Soul Chaser' Qi Yue'er from the 'Five White Lotus Flowers.' Your Shadowless Leg Technique is truly swift, and your mind is even more brilliant. I am the Panchen Lama; may I ask you to teach me a few moves?"
Qi Yue'er, however, turned and dashed towards the cliff behind the camp. The Panchen Lama, using his lightness skill, gave chase. He immediately guessed that Qi Yue'er had seen his extraordinary skill and was using herself as bait to lure him away, giving the other sisters a chance to escape. As he chased, he said, "Miss Qi is truly a righteous person. We have no past grievances or present enmity, and I have absolutely no intention of harming you. I only hope you will stop and listen to me." But Qi Yue'er simply continued running, ignoring him completely.
The two, in their chase, had nearly reached the top of the cliff. The Panchen Lama thought to himself: If she wanted to lure me away, she didn't need to put herself in such a desperate situation. Why did she run this way? A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood Qi Yue'er's true intentions. He focused his mind and unleashed a strange technique—his mental tribulation.
Qi Yue'er felt a sharp pain in her head, and her body slowed instantly. The Panchen Lama seized the opportunity, leaping forward like lightning, his arm extending an extra foot, and swiftly seizing Qi Yue'er's delicate right foot. Feeling its softness, his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to tighten his grip on the acupoints on the sole of her foot, her right foot suddenly seemed to thin out, slipping from his grasp. What he held in his hand transformed into a black boot, along with the socks underneath.
Before the Panchen Lama could react, Qi Yue'er's bare right foot struck him hard in the chest again, the force so powerful it sent him staggering back several steps. Qi Yue'er, using the momentum, launched herself off the cliff edge. Then, a long cloak billowed from her back, billowing in the wind, and she glided down the cliff like a bird. The Panchen Lama watched Qi Yue'er fly away like a strange bird; in the darkness, only her snow-white foot was clearly visible.
As a result, the "Four White Lotus Flowers" escaped unscathed. Xie Yun joined the battle in time to help Yang Qing wound Jin Shi, while Yin Bao, seeing the situation was dire, pulled his injured senior brother and fled. The two later reunited with Tang Ning. Seeing that the enemy had joined forces, Bronze Gorilla Yang Mo, knowing he was outnumbered, dared not press forward. Qi Yue'er, using the cloak's gliding motion, also safely left the military camp and rejoined the others.
The Qing army tallied their casualties: 176 dead and 320 wounded. The Qing commander wore a mournful expression, as if his parents had died. On the Panchen Lama's side, Golden Lion was wounded in the ribs, but fortunately, his martial arts skills were excellent, preventing internal injuries. Iron Cat was the most seriously injured, with a shattered kneecap and a severe throat injury rendering him unable to speak or eat. Copper Ape inhaled some poisonous fumes during his fight with Tang Ning, but after detoxification, he was fine. Yang Mo and Silver Leopard were unharmed.
The Panchen Lama examined his disciple's injuries, then held Qi Yue'er's boots in his hand, lost in thought: The White Lotus Five Flowers were infamous in the Central Plains, but Yang Qing and Tang Ning, the most bloodthirsty among them, seemed to be nothing more than shrewish women, who, once their bloodlust took hold, forgot themselves and were completely oblivious to cooperating with the others. Xie Yun was resourceful and adept at avoiding the most difficult situations, but lacked adaptability. That Ye Feng was clearly a complete fool, utterly insignificant.
But he had overlooked Qi Yue'er. According to the records, she was just a spy responsible for gathering military intelligence, with no particularly illustrious achievements, and always kept a low profile. However, her performance just now was quite different from the records. In the chaos, she disguised herself as a Qing soldier and launched a surprise attack on the enemy, quickly rescuing Xie Yun, and then drawing away his superior martial arts skills. Leading him to a nearby cliff allowed her to escape using the cloak, while also preventing him from pursuing the others.
When he attacked her head with his mental attack and grabbed her right foot, she instantly used her "bone-shrinking technique" to perform a "golden cicada shedding its shell," and even used a powerful kick to knock him back before using the momentum to escape. Her quick reflexes were truly astonishing. That kick made his blood surge, and her skill was far beyond his expectations. The explosion of the military camp's gunpowder depot and the watering down of the muskets' gunpowder were likely her doing as well. It's truly baffling why such a composed, intelligent, and courageous individual wouldn't become the leader of the "White Lotus Five Flowers" but instead remain a spy.
He held the boots to his nose, inhaling their enticing fragrance, and thought, "Jade Feet Chasing Souls" truly lives up to her name. Her jade feet are truly intoxicating. One day, those jade feet will be mine; only by defiled such a woman can one truly savor the experience. A raging fire of desire burned within the Panchen Lama; he hadn't felt this way in many years.
On the way back to Blackwater Town, Yang Qing said with a stern face, "It's such a pity that I couldn't kill that expert with that sword strike. If we had exchanged a few more blows
, I would have easily defeated the other one." Tang Ning said, "I killed a lot of soldiers tonight and learned from a few more experts. It was definitely worth the trip."
Xie Yun frowned and said, "How come so many experts suddenly appeared in this military camp? Judging from their fighting style, they don't seem to be from the Central Plains. I wonder where they come from?"
Qi Yue'er lowered her head and said, "It's all my fault this time. I didn't find out the details of the military camp properly, and I almost caused all of you sisters to get hurt. I was chased by that monk so much that I even lost my boots." After saying that, she moved her bare right foot apologetically. Under the moonlight, her right foot was indeed as smooth as frost and as white as jade. Her five toes were crystal clear and beautiful, even slightly better than Wang Cong'er's foot. It was hard to imagine that this seemingly soft and untouchable jade foot had just caused great damage to a master of external martial arts.
As Qi Yue'er spoke, she took out a piece of cloth from her bosom and wrapped it around her right foot. Xie Yun blushed and quickly tightened her Qing soldier's clothes. Compared to Qi Yue'er, her torn bra was truly embarrassing. If Qi Yue'er hadn't arrived in time, she would have been a prisoner in an instant. What was rare was that Qi Yue'er never mentioned the incident afterward, taking all the blame upon herself. She was deeply moved.
Tang Ning shook her head and said, "Everyone performed very well today. Let's hurry back to the inn. Ye Feng must be getting impatient." The group then used their lightness skills to speed up their journey. However, Qi Yue'er's unease did not lessen at all. They had already escaped unscathed, so why did she still feel unusually uneasy? Could something have happened to Ye Feng?
Chapter 7 of Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter:
Yang Gouzi had heard rumors about Wang Cong'er and the "White Lotus Five Flowers" while he was in Yangjiazhuang. The rumors said they were all celestial beings descended to earth, possessing extraordinary and unparalleled skills, capable of killing thousands with a flick of their fingers—practically no different from the Buddha.
Yang Gouzi could only fantasize about raping these unseen beauties, never imagining he actually possessed such abilities. However, just over ten days ago, Wang Cong'er, who had been rumored to be a savior like Guanyin, was brutally raped by him and a group of local thugs. A few days earlier, he had even brutally raped her bare-handed, suspending her by her right leg with a rope. Although the outcome wasn't ideal, in his mind, those supposedly divine heroines were no longer a threat.
He eavesdropped on the "White Lotus Five Flowers'" conversation upstairs, and later saw "Hibiscus Fist" Ye Feng alone. Judging from her speech, she was clearly a complete fool. He then poked a hole in the paper window of her room and looked inside. He saw that this so-called heroine had kicked off her boots and was lying on the bed, casually eating melon seeds.
He first inquired with the innkeeper and learned that the waiter was from out of town. Then he had him bring up the roast chicken he had ordered. He then stabbed him to death when he wasn't looking, switched their clothes, and slashed the waiter's face dozens of times, disfiguring him and making him his scapegoat. He added a small packet of sleeping potion to the roast chicken's seasoning and, disguised as the waiter, delivered the chicken to Ye Feng. Ye Feng, surprisingly, didn't suspect anything and swallowed the unknown roast chicken without even testing it with a silver needle. The result was just as Yang Gouzi had predicted.
Half an incense stick later, Yang Gouzi pushed open the door and saw the arrogant heroine Ye lying unconscious on the bed, a smile still on her lips in her sleep, completely unaware of the impending doom.
This was the first time Yang Gouzi had seen Ye Feng so closely. She had two small braids, a pretty face like a peach blossom, and dimples on her cheeks. She still retained a childlike innocence, exuding a virginal fragrance. A blue warrior outfit covered her still-developing body; her breasts seemed small, her waist slender, her figure petite yet perfectly proportioned. Her delicate feet, clad in white socks, were perched high on the headboard, and upon closer inspection, she wore gold anklets.
What an adorable little beauty! Yang Gouzi couldn't help but admire her inwardly. Unfortunately, Yang Gouzi was a born pervert; the more beautiful something was, the more he wanted to destroy and ravage it with the dirtiest methods. Meeting such a mad dog was truly Ye Feng's misfortune.
Yang Gouzi had planned it all out. He packed Ye Feng's bundle, helped her put on her thin-soled boots, wrapped her in a blanket, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and slipped out the back door. Yang Gouzi first found the
only carriage rental shop in town, hired a carriage, and deliberately left Ye Feng's booted feet sticking out of the blanket, causing the shopkeepers to whisper amongst themselves. As soon as the carriage left town, he told the driver to stop, claiming to be a government constable apprehending a notorious bandit. He gave the driver twenty taels of silver (from Ye Feng's bag, of course) and told him to drive the carriage a hundred li away and then circle back,
taking as many mountain roads as possible. The driver, an honest man who had never seen so much silver in his life, immediately believed Yang Gouzi and kept kowtowing to thank this benevolent official before galloping off.
Yang Gouzi's plan was to make the other four women believe that the innkeeper's staff had committed murder, robbery, and rape, then hired a carriage to escape. He, however, turned the tables, carrying Ye Feng back to the small town. Many houses in the town were empty, and he needed to find a relatively safe place to conduct his business. He ultimately chose the prison behind the county government office in the town. Due to years of banditry, even the county magistrate and his entourage had fled, leaving the prison completely deserted.
He carried Ye Feng into the prison cell and searched the storeroom. Surprisingly, he found a flintlock pistol, a dozen iron bullets, and some torture instruments. He was overjoyed, already devising a plan to torture Ye Feng. He first found a clamp and used a thick, wet hemp rope to securely bind the two ends to Ye Feng's knees, bending her legs. Her hands were then tied behind her back, crossed and bound to the two ends of the clamp. Seeing everything was in place, Yang Gouzi picked up a bucket of cold water and splashed it on Ye Feng's face. In her dazed state,
Ye Feng felt a cool sensation on her face, choked by water, and opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by stone walls, lying in a patch of straw. She only remembered being very sleepy after eating roast chicken in her room, so she simply lay down on the bed and fell asleep. When she woke up, everything had changed; she thought she was dreaming. Trying to stand up, she found her knees bound by a stick, bent and unable to straighten, while her hands were tied behind her back.
She tried to break the ropes binding her arms with her inner strength, but the moment she exerted force, the ends of the clamps tightened, and a sharp pain shot through her knees. "Ah!" she cried out in agony.
"Ye Feng, you silly girl, you've been caught! You're now a prisoner of the court. Don't make me waste my time, just confess everything," Yang Gouzi said, feigning seriousness and making things up.
Ye Feng's mind went blank. She was a top-tier female martial artist in the martial arts world, how could she have been arrested by the authorities for no reason? Could the chicken she had just eaten have been poisoned? She truly regretted not listening to her sisters and using silver needles to test for poison; otherwise, with her martial arts skills, how could she have been captured by such a minor local official?
Although she was terrified, she remained defiant, saying in a deep voice, "Hmph, since you know my name, 'Hibiscus Fist' Ye Feng, you should know the power of us 'White Lotus Five Flowers.' I advise you to release me quickly, or my four sisters will find you here and make you wish you were dead."
"Oh, you mean your 'Idiot Five Flowers'? Your four silly sisters who went to raid the Qing army camp have all been captured, and now more than ten brothers are taking turns serving them. You're the worst looking, so you'll have to stay with me." Yang Gouzi's actions were clearly intended to undermine Ye Feng's confidence.
Sure enough, Ye Feng was shocked upon hearing this. Only the five of them knew about the raid on the military camp. How did this person know? Were her four sisters really captured as well? But she still refused to admit it, saying, "You liar, no one in the world can capture them. You're spreading rumors; I'll cut it off." "
Damn it, still so ruthless even as a prisoner. I'll show you what I'm capable of!" With that, Yang Gouzi kicked Ye Feng in the shoulder.
A loud "Ouch!" was heard, but it wasn't Ye Feng who cried out; it was Yang Gouzi. Ye Feng had already activated her family's "Hun Yuan Jin" (Primordial Chaos Force) to protect herself. Yang Gouzi's kick was immediately countered by her powerful internal force, as if he had hit a stone tablet.
"Hmph, you lackey, now you know how powerful you are! Quickly release me, and I might spare your life!" Seeing Yang Gouzi suffer, Ye Feng became arrogant again, thinking she had the situation under control.
Suddenly, Yang Gouzi changed direction and kicked Ye Feng in the groin. The kick was incredibly powerful; Ye Feng couldn't activate her protective energy in time, and this was a vital area for both men and women. The pain from the kick was excruciating. "Ah, you beast, where did you kick? It hurts so much!"
"Nonsense, why would I kick you if it didn't hurt?" "With that, Yang Gouzi kicked Ye Feng in the groin seven or eight times in succession. Even with her high level of skill, Ye Feng could hardly withstand such a brutal kick to a woman's vital area. She was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't even cry out. She tried to break free of the ropes, but that only increased the pain in her knees
, and she dared not utter a word for a moment. Seeing Ye Feng's arrogance subside, Yang Gouzi was overjoyed, but thinking about how she had dared to retaliate against him, causing his foot to still ache, he felt a surge of anger. He pulled out a small knife from his pocket, grabbed Ye Feng's right foot, and said, "Silly girl, let's play 'Beauty Boot Removal'!" With that, he used the knife to slowly cut open the sole of her leather boots.
Ye Feng was terrified and desperately tried to break the clamps, but the clamps were made of mahogany and were as thick as the rim of a teacup. The hemp rope was also soaked in water, so no matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain."
Yang Gouzi pinched her right foot and cut off the sole of her boot, revealing the white sock underneath. He then lightly scratched the sole of Ye Feng's foot with the back of his knife, startling her so much that she cried out, "Stop! Don't hurt my foot! I have no grudge against you! Why are you cutting my boot? It's a boot that Sister Yue'er made for me this year! You have to pay me back right now!"
Yang Gouzi chuckled wickedly, "Silly girl, I can afford to pay for the boot, but I can't afford to pay for your little feet. In a moment, I'm going to peel off the skin of your little feet first, then cut off the flesh piece by piece, until only a few bones are left. That's what you call 'beauty taking off her boots.'" With that, he pulled Ye Feng's boot, now stripped of its sole, onto her leg, revealing her slender foot clad in a white sock.
"You were just sticking those feet up so high, and you didn't even care when I came in to bring you chickens. You were trying to seduce men by showing them your feet, weren't you? Oh, there's an anklet hidden under those socks. It must be stolen property that the government confiscated." With that, he casually removed the gold anklet from Ye Feng's foot.
"Give it back to me! You bad man! You ruined my boots and stole my anklet! It's a keepsake from my mother! Give it back to me right now!" Ye Feng shouted desperately.
"Bah! Your whole family are traitors! They deserve to die! You refused to die with your family and dared to betray the court, killing countless soldiers and officials. You deserve to die! Today, I'm going to seek justice for those who died!" Yang Gouzi lied as he also peeled off Ye Feng's white socks.
"You're talking nonsense! We 'White Lotus Five Flowers' only killed corrupt officials who harmed the people and saved the suffering masses. You—you let go right now! Why are you touching my feet?" Yang
Gouzi stroked Ye Feng's delicate and beautiful feet, feeling that they were still inferior to Wang Cong'er's, but still exceptionally beautiful, with fair and delicate ankles that could still stir the heart. He couldn't help but lean in and sniff them, but his expression immediately changed. He picked up a bamboo stick from the ground and lashed it hard at the soles of Ye Feng's feet. "Damn it, you stinky-footed girl, how dare you play me? Your feet are nice-looking, but they stink worse than shit. They've ruined my nose. I'll beat your stinky feet to death!" "
After all, not every beautiful woman in this world has feet as beautiful and fragrant as Wang Cong'er's or Qi Yue'er's. It's perfectly normal for Ye Feng's feet to have an odor, but Yang Gouzi, this foot fetishist, considers it an unforgivable crime, believing that Ye Feng has deceived him.
After more than thirty lashes, the sole of Ye Feng's right foot also swelled up. She had always been the darling of her family since childhood, and even after joining the White Lotus Sect, she had a large group of older sisters who treated her like a younger sister. She had never suffered like this before. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and her angry curses turned into pleading: 'Please, don't hit me anymore. Of course my feet smell bad because I haven't washed them. Just let me wash them, don't torture me anymore.'
Yang Gouzi's hatred had not subsided, and he sneered: 'There is only one way for me to truly quell my fire, and that is to use your body to help me quell it.' With that, he grabbed Ye Feng's wide-open crotch and tore it open, instantly ripping the outer pants and revealing the white trousers underneath."
"What do you want to do? Don't do anything rash, or I'll kill you!" Ye Feng realized the other party harbored malicious intentions towards him and could only resort to threats to scare him away.
Yang Gouzi remained silent, then pulled down Ye Feng's trousers and threw them aside, revealing her private area. Her pink vulva appeared somewhat swollen and red, likely the result of his earlier kick. Sparse pubic hair surrounded her vulva, as if it had been there specifically for his arrival.
In his excitement, he suddenly gripped the clamp between Ye Feng's legs and pressed down hard. Ye Feng felt a sharp pain between her legs and could only cower like a shrimp. Curling up to ease the pain, the clamp between her legs almost touched her chest.
Yang Gouzi pressed on, grabbing Ye Feng's bra and ripping it open, tearing open her bodice as well, revealing her small, delicate breasts, adorned with a pair of adorable red nipples.
Yang Gouzi pulled down his pants; his erect penis was already ready to be thrust into her. It was the first time Ye Feng had seen the ugliest thing on a man's body, resembling a large black snake. She couldn't imagine such a thing being inserted into her body; she had heard that it could cause childbirth.
At this point, all she could do was helplessly plead and cry, "Please, please don't defile my purity! I'll never be able to get married like this! Take the anklet, don't ruin my body! Eldest sister, second sister, third sister, fourth sister, come save me! I don't want this!" She was filled with deep regret. Why hadn't she paid attention to her surroundings? Why had she eaten that roast chicken she hadn't ordered? Why hadn't she used a silver needle to test for poison? Why had she always been lazy when her fourth sister asked her to learn the art of bone shrinking? Otherwise, how could these few ropes have stumped her?
There's no going back. Ye Feng felt a sharp pain in her lower body as a burning rod plunged into her. The tender vaginal walls immediately enveloped it, and it continued its relentless thrust, reaching the last line of defense for her virginity.
Ye Feng's eyes widened, her mouth trembled, and her whole body shook uncontrollably. She couldn't even utter a plea.
Yang Gouzi lewdly chuckled, "Stinky-footed girl, congratulations on growing up, you've truly become a woman." With that, he thrust forcefully, his penis breaching the virgin's last line of defense, a trickle of blood seeping from their point of union.
"Ah! You beast! I can't live anymore! I'll fight you to the death!" Ye Feng writhed wildly like a madwoman, but the more she struggled, the more intense the pain in her knees became, leaving her powerless. All she could do was scream and cry out to release the immense agony in her body and soul.
Yang Gouzi gripped the clamp tightly, folding Ye Feng's body to its limit, biting down on her still-developing breasts. His body pounded against the girl's like a pile driver, the two bodies merging in the darkness. Although this was far removed from consensual lovemaking, it was a complete expression of primal, bestial instincts, a union devoid of emotion, only physical intimacy.
Women are always vulnerable to humiliation and harm, even a highly skilled female warrior is not immune. How could Ye Feng, a mere virgin, withstand the relentless onslaught of Yang Gouzi, a seasoned expert in bed? She quickly succumbed to the suffocating torment and fainted. Her last thought before collapsing was: "Will I be pregnant with this beast's child?" Yang Gouzi, however, paid no heed to her fainting, continuing his relentless thrusts until he ejaculated a large amount of hot semen directly into Ye Feng's uterus.
Yang Gouzi, also feeling exhausted, stood up and gazed at Ye Feng, who lay there like a lump of mud. Her beautiful hair was disheveled, clumps of sweat clinging to her cheeks, and tears still clung to her youthful face. Her swollen breasts, bitten and bruised, rose and fell slightly, and her virginity was now covered in a bloody, white filth, flowing everywhere.
From this night forward, the once pure and innocent heroine of the "Hibiscus Fist," Ye Feng, would cease to exist. She had lost all her dignity and chastity, gaining only a large gush of semen from Yang Gouzi inside her.
"That was really exhilarating! I wonder if the other four had it even better." Yang Gouzi sat on the ground, still savoring the experience.
The four heroines could already see Blackwater Town in the distance, and Qi Yue'er's unease intensified. She could sense that something had truly happened to her fifth sister.
Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounters Chapter 8:
The Meeting Point at "Ten Mile Slope" Not finding Ye Feng, the "White Lotus Four Flowers" rushed back to the inn. As soon as they entered, they saw a group of people gathered inside, and the innkeeper was lamenting his bad luck with a mournful face. Qi Yue'er's heart sank; she hadn't expected something like this to really happen. Upon seeing their return, the innkeeper hurriedly apologized, "Ladies, while you were away last night, a murder occurred! The guest staying upstairs was killed, and the lady who shared a room with you, along with one of our staff members, has also disappeared."
The four women were shocked and rushed to check their room. The room was perfectly tidy, showing no signs of a struggle. A pile of sunflower seed shells lay beside the bed, and an empty plate sat on the table. Ye Feng and her luggage were gone. Tang Ning picked up the plate and smelled it, saying, "It's been drugged."
"Could Fifth Sister have been drugged? Even though she's careless, she shouldn't have fallen for such a despicable trick!"
Yang Qing clearly didn't believe it.
Xie Yun frowned beside her and said, "It's hard to say. Fifth Sister never uses silver needles to test for poison. There's a possibility
she fell for a trap due to carelessness." "Could this be a shady inn? I'll go teach the innkeeper a lesson and make him release Fifth Sister immediately!" Tang Ning, with her impulsive and extreme personality, was eager to rush out and vent her anger on the poor innkeeper.
"Third Sister, calm down. We already inquired about this inn before we checked in. It's been open for over ten years and has always been honest. It's definitely not a shady inn. Let's go upstairs and check on the dead guest before making a decision." Xie Yun pulled Tang Ning back to calm her down, but she herself was also extremely anxious. The four of them had always treated Ye Feng like an innocent little sister and never let her take any risks. Now that she had suddenly disappeared, Xie Yun was also in a state of panic. The
four of them went upstairs and entered the room. They saw a man lying on the table. The wound on his back had already congealed, and blood was flowing all over the floor. His face had been slashed dozens of times, and his features were no longer recognizable. His luggage was also missing. The innkeeper said the guest had ordered a plate of roast chicken for supper that night, which was brought up by the missing waiter, but the waiter never returned. When the other waiters went upstairs to invite him down for breakfast the next morning, they discovered the guest had been dead for some time. Ye Feng was also nowhere to be found downstairs. The area was no longer under the jurisdiction of the county magistrate, and the surrounding villagers were at a loss, only able to watch and speculate wildly.
All signs pointed to the waiter as the murderer who had killed, robbed, and drugged Ye Feng. The innkeeper said he was from out of town and had only recently come to work there; he was said to be from Guangdong. It wouldn't be easy for him to take such a large person away; Xie Yun guessed he would have gone to the car dealership to hire a carriage to leave town.
The four of them rushed to the car dealership and inquired. The owner and his employees confirmed that a man dressed as a waiter had indeed come the previous night carrying a bundle of quilts and hired a carriage to head south. Underneath the bundle of quilts, a pair of leather boots, resembling a woman's feet, were visible.
Upon hearing that the color and size of the boots matched those worn by Ye Feng, the four were almost certain of Xie Yun's deduction. Xie Yun anxiously said, "Let's ride after them immediately. We should be able to catch up with them within a day. I just hope that accomplice hasn't harmed Fifth Sister yet. That girl is always so proud and arrogant; she's really going to suffer this time."
She was even more worried about Ye Feng, who was so beautiful and charming. If the murderer were to assault Ye Feng, it would be worse than killing her.
"If that beast dares to touch a hair on Fifth Sister's head, I, Tang Ning, will make him taste the punishments of our Tang Clan, making him wish he were dead."
"Alright, let's put everything else aside for now. Let's buy horses and go rescue Fifth Sister," even the usually cold and aloof Yang Qing became impatient.
Qi Yue'er, meanwhile, frowned and remained silent.
The four women went to the carriage shop to buy horses, only to find that the shop only had two horses left; the rest were donkeys and mules. Yang Qing decided that she and Tang Ning would ride ahead to catch up, while Xie Yun and Qi Yue'er would stay at the inn to continue inquiring about Wang Cong'er. After all, their commotion the night before would soon spread for hundreds of miles, and it would be best if Wang Cong'er could find the inn by following the marks they left behind. Yang Qing and Tang Ning bought horses and galloped south towards the town.
Xie Yun and Qi Yue'er returned to the inn; the body still hadn't been moved. Qi Yue'er thought for a moment, then walked to the body, picked up one of his hands, examined it carefully, and after a moment of contemplation, said to Xie Yun, "Eldest sister, we might have been fooled. This person is probably the inn's employee; the murderer who killed and took Fifth Sister away is the guest."
Xie Yun was startled and asked, "Fourth sister, why did you make that judgment?"
"This man's hands were covered in grease, and he smelled strongly of kitchen fumes. The murderer disfigured him to make him unrecognizable, but this guest is new here and nobody knows him. Why go to all this trouble? I think he killed the waiter, then disguised himself as him, served Fifth Sister a roast chicken laced with sleeping pills, tricked her into eating it, and then kidnapped her.
This man is very cunning. Since he went to such lengths to set up this scheme, he shouldn't have gone to the car dealership to hire a carriage behind Fifth Sister's back, and he left such obvious evidence for us to investigate. He probably used a diversionary tactic, a feint attack in one direction while attacking in another. In reality, he and Fifth Sister are still in this town." Qi Yue'er, who was usually silent, spoke her mind in a flurry of words, contrary to her usual behavior.
Yes, everything seems too obvious. This is clearly a trap set by the murderer to mislead us.
In fact, Xie Yun, with her intelligence, would not normally be deceived by Yang Gouzi's scheme. It's just that this time, their most beloved little sister was in danger. As the saying goes, concern makes one confused, causing even the usually resourceful female strategist to lose her usual calm judgment.
"Oh no! Second and Third Sisters left too quickly. They're going to have wasted their time."
"Not necessarily. If he's using a feint, he might still be on the train. Second and Third Sisters won't have wasted their time either. We need to intensify our search of every house in this town. The murderer might hide in an abandoned house, but that will probably take a lot of time."
Xie Yun felt ashamed as she looked at Qi Yue'er, who was calmly analyzing everything. She was called "Female Zhuge Liang," but she was at a loss when faced with an emergency. On the contrary, Fourth Sister could always remain calm and always analyze problems rationally. With her talent, she was more than qualified to be the leader of the "White Lotus Five Flowers." She had suggested to Qi Yue'er several times that she should be the leader of the "White Lotus Five Flowers," but each time she had politely declined, choosing instead to do her job as an unnoticed spy. Her magnanimity and composure were truly admirable.
“Then we’ll split up. I’ll go from the east, and you, Fourth Sister, from the southwest. I’ll disguise you to make things easier, so the authorities won’t come and check us.”
Xie Yun immediately helped Qi Yue’er and herself disguise themselves. Xie Yun disguised herself as a white-haired old woman in her sixties or seventies, while Qi Yue’er disguised herself as a middle-aged man in his forties. The two of them began searching the town separately.
On “Ten Mile Slope” outside the town, five knights stood on the slope watching two horses galloping out of the town. These five men were none other than the Panchen Lama and his disciples. After the fierce battle at the military camp yesterday, the Panchen Lama bid farewell to Yang Mo and took his disciples to track down the “White Lotus Five Flowers.” When they reached Blackwater Town, they happened to see Yang Qing and Tang Ning riding out of the town.
The Panchen Lama said in a deep voice, "Golden Lion and Silver Leopard, your mounts can easily catch up with these two inferior horses. Bring them back to me, and remember, they must be living virgins."
"Master, Yang Qing's martial arts are extremely high. Even if the two of us join forces, we are not confident of defeating her, let alone with Tang Ning by her side."
"You can rest assured about that. Yang Qing has already sent Black Sable to inform Lei Wanchou nearby. He will help you. But remember, don't let that lecherous ghost touch those two flowers. I want virgins!"
Golden Lion and Silver Leopard shuddered and hurriedly agreed, riding their horses to catch up. They knew that the Panchen Lama most enjoyed raping virgins with profound inner strength, because their virginity was very beneficial to his youthful appearance. Although he appeared to be in his thirties, he was actually over seventy, a result of sacrificing the virginity of countless female masters with profound inner strength. "White Lotus Five Flowers" were the epitome of chivalrous women; no wonder the Panchen Lama was determined to have them.
The Panchen Lama gazed at Blackwater Town, his mind once again recalling Qi Yue'er's jade-like foot that had ignited his burning desire. He hadn't felt this excited in many years. "Just you wait," he thought, "this time I'll make sure you can't escape. Soon I'll let you taste the ultimate pleasure." He spurred his horse and said, "Copper Ape and Iron Cat, follow me into town. I want the remaining three flowers to never have a chance to leave this town again." With that, the three riders charged down the ten-mile slope, galloping rapidly towards Blackwater Town.
In the prison of Blackwater Town, a tall male body writhed on top of a petite, snow-white female body, roaring like a wild beast. The girl beneath him was half-dead, only uttering moans like a dying deer. Her body trembled uncontrollably, white saliva dripping from her mouth. Her eyes stared blankly at the dark ceiling, her mind a void, only knowing how to submit. Her hands and feet were firmly bound to a clamp, and she had completely given up struggling.
Last night, she was Ye Feng, the renowned "Hibiscus Fist" master of martial arts. But last night, she lost her virginity to Yang Gouzi, a lowly, lewd-looking virgin who had been raping her since. At first, Ye Feng tried to resist, but eventually gave up, becoming nothing more than a tool for Yang Gouzi to satisfy his lust.
With a series of perverse screams, Yang Gouzi reached another climax. He gripped Ye Feng's legs and thrust his body forward, ejaculating once more into her uterus. Then, as if exhausted, he collapsed onto Ye Feng's soft, powerless body. Ye Feng only showed a fleeting expression of pain when he ejaculated, before returning to normal.
Yang Gouzi climbed off Ye Feng. Six hours of frenzied rape had left him exhausted, while Ye Feng seemed to have lost her spirit. Raping an expressionless puppet had lost its appeal for him.
To add some fun, he took a candle out of his bundle, lit it, and then held the flame to the pubic hair between Ye Feng's legs. The pubic hair curled up from the heat, but because it was covered with the filth from their intercourse, it couldn't be ignited.
Yang Gouzi moved the candle flame to the sole of Ye Feng's left leather boot. The flame gradually ignited the boot, and the fire spread upwards until Ye Feng's entire left foot was engulfed in flames. Ye Feng, who had been expressionless, felt the warmth on her left foot gradually turn into scorching heat. She seemed to snap out of her daze and shouted at the burning boot, "Quick—put out the fire! My foot is on fire! It's burning me! Quickly find some water to put out the fire!"
Yang Gouzi laughed gleefully, "Aren't you a heroine? Aren't you supposed to have great inner strength? How come you're afraid of even a small fire? Just pee on it and put it out!"
Soon, the smell of burning leather wafted from Ye Feng's boot. Her shout turned into a shrill scream. Her body, which had been like a puppet, suddenly seemed to be filled with vitality, and she frantically twisted on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on her foot.
Yang Gouzi hadn't expected Ye Feng to still have so much strength after being tortured for so long. Seeing the fire starting to spread towards her calves, he turned to grab a bucket of water to extinguish it.
At this moment, Ye Feng was in so much pain she was almost out of her mind. Her "Hun Yuan Jin" (primordial energy) erupted like a torrent, its powerful force spreading outwards. With a loud "crack," the clamps snapped, and Yang Gouzi was also thrown against the back wall by the force. One side of the prison's back wall was also forcefully collapsed by her energy. The bonds that had bound Ye Feng all night were finally released.
Once freed from the clamps, Ye Feng immediately grabbed her burning boots and threw them away. The socks inside were charred black, and her feet were clearly burned as well. She rolled on the ground, clutching her injured left foot, letting out hoarse groans. She tried to stand up, but her legs, bound all night and with her knees repeatedly compressed, were swollen and purple. How could she stand? She could only use her arms to support herself as she crawled towards the collapsed wall.
Yang Gouzi was still dizzy from the shock of the attack. When he came to his senses, he saw Ye Feng trying to crawl out of the prison. Surprisingly, he wasn't intimidated at all by the powerful internal force Ye Feng had unleashed. Instead, he picked up a broken piece of the clamp and charged at Ye Feng like a madman, raining blows on her as she crawled on the ground.
"You stinky-footed girl, you've got some nerve! I was just trying to warm your feet, and you dared to try and harm me! I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful bitch!" The stick rained down on Ye Feng's head, back, buttocks, and legs.
Ye Feng's hands had already regained their freedom, and even though her legs were immobile, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to take Yang Gouzi's life with her "Bajiquan" (Eight Extremities Fist). However, after being humiliated by Yang Gouzi all night, she had come to see him as an invincible devil. She had no will to resist him and could only beg for mercy, clutching her head: "No, don't hit me! I know I was wrong! Please, Master Gouzi, don't hit me!" A female warrior who had lost her confidence and fighting spirit, no matter how high her martial arts skills, was just a pitiful worm to be bullied.
Meanwhile, Qi Yue'er heard a loud noise coming from the prison and went to investigate. Xie Yun, disguised as an old woman, also encountered the Panchen Lama and his two disciples. Yang Qing and Tang Ning were still galloping after the carriage ahead. Yang Mo led his men away from the military camp and headed back home. Xiao Mei and Xiao Ju were still taking turns guarding the entrance to the secret passage. Jin Shi and Yin Bao followed slowly behind the two women on fast horses. Xuefeng Shennu walked alone towards Blackwater Town. (
Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter, Chapter 9)
Qi Yue'er, disguised as a middle-aged man, strolled through the streets of Blackwater Town. Even during the day, few people appeared on the streets of this desolate town. She had searched most of the abandoned houses all morning, but still couldn't find Ye Feng. She began to feel anxious, wondering if she had misjudged the situation.
Suddenly, she faintly heard the sound of a stone wall collapsing ahead. Startled, she immediately used her "Fleeting Bloom" light-footed skill to rush forward. Upon reaching the vicinity, she discovered that it was the town's abandoned prison. One wall had collapsed, and she could hear men shouting, beatings, and a familiar woman's voice pleading inside.
Qi Yue'er leaped into the prison, and the sight before her eyes stunned her. Behind a row of iron bars, Ye Feng, who yesterday had such an innocent and charming smile, was now barely clothed, her hair disheveled, her body covered in wounds, blood splattered between her legs as if she were paralyzed, her left sock charred and smoking, clutching her head and wailing, "No, don't hit me! It's my fault! I won't do it again!" Beside her stood a naked man, his face contorted with rage, wielding a broken wooden stick and beating Ye Feng like a madman.
Qi Yue'er was initially shocked, then consumed by rage, completely losing her usual composure. She roared, "Stop! Fifth Sister, Fourth Sister is here to save you!" With that, she bent down and kicked the wooden bars, but the iron bars were incredibly sturdy. Qi Yue'er's furious kick only cracked a few bars; to break it, she would need to kick it several more times.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Gouzi grabbed a musket and used it to shield Ye Feng, pointing it at her head and saying, "Don't move! If you move again, I'll blow this stinky-footed girl's hair out, and we'll all go our separate ways." Although Ye Feng was already delirious from the torture, she still recognized Qi Yue'er's voice. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, "Fourth Sister, save me! I'm dying! I want to go home! I'm in so much pain!"
Qi Yue'er knew that her earlier outburst had turned the situation against her, so she tried to calm herself down and said, "You are that master of the martial arts world. Please tell us who Wan'er is. If you release Fifth Sister, we can discuss everything. Otherwise, if you harm even a hair on my Fifth Sister's head, we will not let you go, no matter where you run."
Yang Gouzi was also a desperate man. He saw that although the person in front of him was a middle-aged man, her accent was a gentle and soft female voice. He also heard Ye Feng call her Fourth Sister, so he guessed that she must be one of the other four beauties. He leered, "Who is this heroine? Quickly take off your mask, let's take a picture first, otherwise, there's no point in talking. At worst, I'll die, and I'll be a hero again in eighteen years. This stinky-footed girl will have to pay for my death."
Qi Yue'er felt that Yang Gouzi was not bluffing her. If she did not comply with his wishes, he would really kill Ye Feng. So she took off her mask, revealing her true face.
Yang Gouzi's eyes lit up immediately. The heroine who took off her mask had a pair of phoenix eyes, a look of sorrow between her brows, a delicate nose, fair skin, thin lips, and her hair was tied up. Although she could not be called a beauty that could topple cities, she exuded a charm that other women did not have. It was none other than the taciturn "Jade-Foot Soul Chaser" Qi Yue'er among the five.
"Fine, damn it, I didn't get a good look at you at the inn that day. Turns out you're even prettier than this stinky-footed girl. I'm Yang Gouzi, the chivalrous hero who specializes in punishing you female thieves. Yesterday I taught your sister how to be a woman, and now it seems it's time to teach you a lesson too. Aren't you nicknamed 'Jade Foot Soul Chaser'? Take off your boots right now and let me see if your feet are really beautiful."
Yang Gouzi had easily raped the famous "Hibiscus Fist" Ye Feng yesterday, and now seeing Qi Yue'er, who was even more beautiful than her, he was itching to have his way with her and planned to have his way with her.
"Okay, as long as you don't hurt my fifth sister, I don't care if you take off my boots or even take my body." Qi Yue'er said nonchalantly, taking off her boots and socks and placing them beside her feet.
Yang Gouzi looked down at Qi Yue'er's feet and immediately felt his recently satisfied penis harden again. Although the light in the prison was dim, it was still clear that these were truly exquisite feet, with fair skin and jade-like bones, and ten jade-like toes that were incredibly alluring. Even from a distance, they were no less beautiful than Wang Cong'er's feet. For Yang Gouzi, a foot fetishist, these were priceless treasures. He wished he could rush over and lick those feet to his heart's content.
Although Yang Gouzi was almost completely captivated by Qi Yue'er's unparalleled jade feet, he did not let his guard down. He picked up two chains connected by a lock from the ground and said, "Alright," "Jade Feet Chaser" truly lived up to its name. Use this lock to lock both of your feet to the iron bars, one on top and one on the bottom. Lock them tightly, I'm not blind. With that, he threw the two chains in front of the iron bars.
Although Ye Feng was physically and mentally devastated, seeing his fourth sister about to suffer the same fate to save him filled him with guilt. He cried out, "Fourth sister, don't listen to him! He's a madman! He's already violated me! Don't worry about me, just kill him!"
Qi Yue'er ignored him, and instead tied her right foot to the top of the iron fence with a chain. She then turned and tied her left foot to the bottom of the fence, stabbing it twice before saying, "I didn't do anything. Are you satisfied now? Let my fifth sister go."
Yang Gouzi greedily stared at Qi Yue'er's jade-like feet, laughing, "Alright, let me take a good look at your jade-like feet first." With that, he forcibly pulled Ye Feng towards the iron fence, his musket still pointed at her head.
Qi Yue'er remained impassive, secretly activating her bone-shrinking technique. She had practiced this skill since the age of five, soaking in special medicinal solutions to soften the bones in her body, allowing her to shrink her entire body into a small box about a foot square. Even with her hands and feet bound by iron chains and tendons, she could instantly escape. Her escape from a master like the Panchen Lama was no accident.
Now, this lecherous fiend thought he was off guard because his feet were tightly bound, making it the perfect opportunity to catch him off guard. Watching this lecherous fiend, who had ruined Ye Feng's life, carrying a trembling Ye Feng, walking towards him naked from the waist down, his ugly black penis clearly visible between his legs, Yang Gouzi felt an unbearable nausea, but his face remained expressionless.
Yang Gouzi carried Ye Feng to the iron fence and saw a jade-like foot hanging before him, the sole and instep as white and spotless as the instep, a faint fragrance wafting from it. Unable to resist, he rubbed the muzzle of the musket against the sole of his foot, feeling its smooth, delicate texture, like rubbing it on a piece of satin. His mind fluttered, and he lost all guard. His other hand released Ye Feng to touch that jade-like foot.
In a flash, the jade-like foot, already within reach, slipped from its chains and swiftly kicked the musket. Yang Gouzi instinctively pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the musket shot into the roof, sending debris flying. Qi Yue'er's other foot also swiftly slipped from its lower chain and kicked towards Yang Gouzi.
Terrified, Yang Gouzi retreated hastily, using his arm to shield himself. Then, with a "crack," he felt a sharp pain in his arm as the severed arm slammed against his chest, sending his body flying backward like a cannonball. He crashed heavily against the wall at the other end of the prison.
After skillfully repelling her enemy, Qi Yue'er immediately used her Bone-Contraction Technique to squeeze through the three-inch-square fence. She found Ye Feng lying motionless on the ground. Bending down, she picked her up and discovered she had fainted from the shock. Although her pulse was weak, she wasn't in mortal danger, but her left foot smelled burnt; without immediate treatment, she might be crippled.
When she stood up to look for Yang Gouzi, he was nowhere to be found. Qi Yue'er hated him intensely. She immediately used her lightness skill to traverse the prison cells, listening intently, but found nothing. She was also surprised: in such a short time, this lecherous man, after being kicked by her, had managed to escape prison so quickly; he really had some skill.
Although she was unwilling to let Yang Gouzi go, treating Ye Feng's injuries was the priority. She put on her boots, socks, and mask, then found the blanket Yang Gouzi had used to wrap Ye Feng in the prison the night before. She wrapped Ye Feng in the blanket, held her, and quickly used her light-footed skills to leave the prison as if flying.
No sooner had Qi Yue'er left than a head popped up from the cesspool next to the prison. It was none other than Yang Gouzi, who had disappeared without a trace. It turned out that Qi Yue'er had kicked him, fracturing his left arm and causing excruciating pain in his sternum. Knowing he couldn't escape in his current state, he remembered the cesspool next to the prison where he had just relieved himself, so he pinched his nose and jumped in.
Although Qi Yue'er was shrewd, she was still a woman who valued cleanliness, and she avoided the area even barefoot, let alone checking if anyone was in the cesspool.
Those few moments felt like an eternity to Yang Gouzi. Unable to contain himself, he drank his fill of excrement and urine, until his stomach was unbearably bloated before daring to surface. He struggled to climb out and vomited incessantly, bringing up almost everything—excrement, urine, and leftover food from the previous day—leaving him covered in a yellowish-white mess. His left arm was twisted to one side, throbbing with pain. Just moments before, he had been raping and beating Ye Feng, and now he was a stinking dog covered in excrement.
Yang Gouzi gritted his teeth and cursed, "You filthy bitch surnamed Qi, I will avenge the humiliation I suffered today a hundredfold! I will rape you and your little feet until the world turns upside down, to avenge the loss of my arm today!"
Xie Yun, disguised as an old woman and leaning on a cane, was searching the west side of Blackwater Town when she was suddenly confronted by the Panchen Lama and his two companions. Xie Yun was shocked: she hadn't expected the mysterious experts from the military camp to be here last night. She wondered if they were related to her fifth sister's disappearance. It was clearly impossible for her to fight all three of them with her martial arts skills. The lecherous man with a bandage around his neck was the same one who had been severely injured by her fourth sister yesterday, and his martial arts were no less than hers. The monk walking in front was even more unfathomable; her fourth sister had said that his martial arts seemed to be even higher than her second sister's.
She simply lowered her head and pretended not to see them. At that moment, a clear, distant sound came from afar, like the sound of a musket firing. Xie Yun was startled by the sound but continued forward. The Panchen Lama, however, seemed to notice something and glanced at Xie Yun sideways.
Xie Yun suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if her head was about to explode. The Panchen Lama's laughter came from behind her: "What a brilliant disguise! I didn't expect you to be the 'female Zhuge Liang' who caused trouble in the military camp last night. I almost got fooled by you."
He then darted forward. Xie
Yun, though struggling to suppress her headache, was unwilling to surrender. She drew her twin swords from under her skirt and slashed fiercely, but unfortunately, her swords were disarmed within three moves, and she fell to the ground with her middle finger to the side. Normally, with her martial arts skills, she could have easily lasted ten moves, but the Panchen Lama's mental tribulation severely affected her brain, preventing her from even using forty percent of her strength, which led to her easy capture.
After removing Xie Yun's mask, the Panchen Lama praised, "What a beautiful woman! That gunshot was barely audible, yet an old lady could hear it clearly. It's quite strange. Your disguise is exquisite, but these embroidered boots still betrayed you." "Having said that, he lifted Xie Yun's coarse cloth skirt, revealing her embroidered gold-trimmed boots.
Xie Yun was immediately filled with regret. With her disguise skills, she should have thought of changing her boots. But because she was worried about Ye Feng's safety, she had rushed out wearing her usual eye-catching embroidered gold-trimmed boots. How could a poor old woman in her seventies wear such boots?
Panchen Lama casually pressed Xie Yun's pressure point to make her fall asleep and said, "Anyway, every inch of your body now belongs to me. I guarantee you will have a first night you will never forget." "
Yang Qing and Tang Ning hurriedly chased after the carriage on horseback, finally catching up with it in the afternoon. They dragged the coachman down and interrogated him, only to discover they had fallen for the murderer's diversionary tactic, wasting so much time. Enraged, Tang Ning slapped the coachman more than ten times, beating him half to a pulp. Yang Qing told her not to bother with irrelevant people and to hurry back to Blackwater Town to find Ye Feng and the murderer who had abducted him.
The two spurred their horses onward, but halfway there, Tang Ning's horse injured its leg and could no longer keep up with Yang Qing's. Yang Qing offered to ride with Tang Ning, but Tang Ning thought it would be too slow, insisting that Yang Qing ride back to Blackwater Town first, while she could return by noon the next day even at a slower pace. Seeing her insistence, Yang Qing told her to be careful on the journey and rode off alone.
Their parting ways caused considerable trouble for those behind..." The Golden Lion and Silver Leopard, who had been tracking them, couldn't find an opportunity to strike. Now that they had split up, they couldn't very well split up to attack them as well, could they? Even if the two of them worked together, they weren't confident they could subdue Yang Qing. In the end, they decided to target Tang Ning. Capturing one of them would at least be an explanation to the Panchen Lama, better than failing to capture either of them and losing their lives in the process.
Wang Cong'er's Misfortune and Romantic Encounter, Chapter 10:
Qi Yue'er, carrying the blanket wrapped around Ye Feng, rushed to the back alley of the inn. She first used her lightness skill to leap into an empty room, hiding Ye Feng under the bed
. Then, she entered the inn through the front door and rented the room as a middle-aged man. The innkeeper, worried about no one daring to stay because of the death at the inn, was delighted to have a stranger stay there and hurriedly welcomed her upstairs. Qi Yue'er then asked the waiter to boil a tub of hot water for her to bathe, and then locked the door... Qi Yue'er pulled Ye Feng out from under the bed and helped her lie down to tend to her wounds.
Since being rescued, Ye Feng had been listless and vacant, and Qi Yue'er didn't know how to comfort her.
This girl was originally a sheltered young lady who rarely left her home. Even after her family's misfortune, many older sisters still doted on her like a precious treasure. However, in one night, she suffered severe physical and mental trauma, losing her virginity to a rogue with poor martial arts skills. It was already a miracle she hadn't gone mad on the spot.
Qi Yue'er could only carefully examine her wounds. Ye Feng's most serious injury was the burn on her left foot; the sock was charred black. Qi Yue'er took out a pair of tweezers and scissors from her bag. She had to carefully cut the sock off; if she forced it, she might peel off the outer layer. Normally, Ye Feng would have cried out in pain at this rate, but now she sat there blankly, seemingly oblivious to the pain. There was no expression on her face.
After cutting off the entire sock, Qi Yue'er saw that Ye Feng's once delicate and pretty little foot was now covered in blisters of all sizes, red and swollen, but thankfully not crippled. She used a silver needle to prick the blisters on Ye Feng's foot, squeezed out the pus, then applied medicine evenly to her foot before wrapping it with a white cloth.
At this time, the bath water was ready. Qi Yue'er hid Ye Feng in the mosquito net and asked the servant to fill the tub with water. Then she put Ye Feng in the tub to wash away the filth, keeping her left foot outside the tub so it wouldn't get wet. Ye Feng's once fair and flawless body was covered in wounds, and her lower body was a mess, stained with blood. Even Qi Yue'er couldn't help but shed tears at the sight.
Suddenly, Ye Feng ran out of the tub, limping towards the window, muttering to herself, "Why am I still alive? Why don't I just die? I was violated by that beast. What if I have his child?"
Qi Yue'er quickly hugged her and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Fourth Sister will go buy medicine. You won't have a child." She then looked out the window at the sky, secretly wondering: it was getting late, why hadn't Eldest Sister returned yet? Fearing
Ye Feng might commit suicide, Qi Yue'er gently pressed her pressure points to induce sleep and laid her on the bed. She thought to herself that her Fifth Sister, a first-rate martial arts expert, had been defeated by a rogue of unknown origin—truly a cruel twist of fate. And that rogue didn't seem like a master; he had no internal strength. She had easily broken his arm. Once she settled Ye Feng, she would definitely settle the score with that guy. Although Xie Yun hadn't returned yet, she... She believed her eldest sister's resourcefulness and tact should be more than enough to handle the situation, and all she could do was stay by Ye Feng's side to prevent her from having any more suicidal thoughts.
When Xie Yun opened her eyes, she was met with a pitch-black night sky. She realized that her coarse cloth dress was gone, but the colorful clothes she wore underneath were intact, and even her boots hadn't been removed. Sitting up, she found herself on a rooftop. She remembered being attacked and captured by that mysterious monk, but now her internal energy was quite stable, only her twin swords were gone.
"Female Zhuge Liang Xie Yun," a deep male voice came from behind Xie Yun, "eldest sister of the 'White Lotus Five Flowers,' this humble monk Panchen Lama has long admired your sisters' beauty since coming from the West to the Central Plains. Seeing your beauty today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."
Xie Yun trembled upon hearing this. She hadn't expected to fall into the hands of this infamous lecherous monk, renowned throughout Tibet. Recalling the rumors of countless skilled female warriors suffering his defilement, her heart pounded with fear. But fearing the Panchen Lama would see her terror, she forced herself to remain calm, saying, "I have long admired your reputation, Master, but I never imagined you would become a lackey of the Qing court, aiding and abetting evil. Since you have captured me, why not hand me over to the authorities for investigation?" Though she spoke lightly, her eyes darted around, searching for a way to escape.
The Panchen Lama had already seen through Xie Yun's thoughts. He stepped forward and said, "I have recently encountered some difficulties in my meditation. Miss Xie, you are the leader of the 'Five Flowers of the White Lotus,' and possess profound knowledge. Could you please offer some guidance?" Xie
Yun hadn't expected her opponent to be so impatient. Her delaying tactics were completely ineffective. She could only grit her teeth and turn to kick the Panchen Lama in the face. This move was "Lightning and Thunder" from the Shadowless Kick, a life-saving technique Qi Yue'er had taught her in her spare time. She had even used this kick to break a wooden stake once.
Unfortunately, it wasn't Qi Yue'er who used this kick, and the Panchen Lama wasn't an immovable wooden stake. Seeing Xie Yun's shoulder twitch, he knew she was about to kick. As she raised her leg high, he had already flashed to her side, easily grabbing Xie Yun's slender foot. The Panchen Lama's hands were large; with one grab, he held Xie Yun's entire foot in his grasp, like a small chick.
Xie Yun's escape attempt failed, leaving her standing on one leg. She was immediately helpless, desperately trying to pull her foot away, but the Panchen Lama's hand was like an iron clamp, unable to budge an inch. Seeing his opportunity, the Panchen Lama pressed his advantage, sweeping Xie Yun down with a powerful kick, and before she hit the ground, he stretched out his arms and caught her completely in his embrace. This
was the first time Xie Yun had ever been so close to a man since birth. She looked up and saw the Panchen Lama, his face like jade, his nose straight and his mouth square. He appeared to be only in his thirties. How could such a handsome man be the infamous lecherous monk? Her mind momentarily wavered, but she quickly regained her senses. She was already in the lion's den; how could she still have such thoughts? Just as she was about to struggle, a strong force surged from her feet, instantly numbing her entire body, rendering her immobile.
The Panchen Lama also looked at Xie Yun's face. She had an oval face, delicate eyebrows and long eyelashes, red lips and white teeth, and a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. She exuded a perfume scent, and the smile that usually graced her face was replaced by panic. Her brightly colored robes exuded the charm of a mature woman.
The Panchen Lama stroked her slender foot, a foot adorned with an embroidered gold-trimmed boot. Judging from the exquisite craftsmanship of the boots, they were expensive. Paired with her colorful robes, it was clear that Xie Yun was someone who loved to dress up.
"Alas, I was eager to seek guidance from Lady Xie, but I never imagined she would try to kill me with this delicate foot. What a sin! May I ask if Lady Xie has sprained her ankle? Please allow me to take a look." With that, he casually peeled off one of Xie Yun's boots, revealing a slender foot with beautiful curves. The Panchen Lama sniffed; a perfume scent emanated from her foot, clearly an attempt to mask any unpleasant odor.
The Panchen Lama couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. This so-called female strategist seemed to be nothing more than a figurehead. She always strived for perfection in front of others, demanding flawless attire and even body odor—a sign of her insecurity. Conquering such a woman would only require a little effort.
Xie Yun felt the warmth of the Panchen Lama's hand on her foot. She cried out desperately, "Master, please! We have no past grudges or recent enmity. Just please don't strip me of my clothes! I'll grant you anything else!" "
Oh, Miss Xie, you've misunderstood. This humble monk only wanted to examine your foot injury; how could I have harbored any improper thoughts?
This humble monk always keeps his word. If I were to remove even a single garment from your body today, I would be condemned to the deepest hell, never to be reborn." With that, he helped Xie Yun put her boots back on.
Xie Yun was momentarily confused. This lewd monk's oath was so vicious; he shouldn't go back on his word. Since he wouldn't remove her clothes, her purity should remain intact.
But the Panchen Lama pulled out two hemp ropes from his robes. He first used one rope to tie Xie Yun's arms behind her back, then used the other rope to tie her and himself together at waist level. Xie Yun felt her lower body pressed against something hard, her breasts feeling as if they were against a large wall. Shamefully, she blushed deeply and cried out, "Master, what do you want? Since you swore not to tarnish my purity, why are you binding me like this?" "
The Panchen Lama smiled and said, 'A monk's duty is to be honest. I have said that today I am only here to meditate with Miss Xie, and I will not remove your clothes. However, if your pants are torn open, you cannot blame me for not making this clear beforehand.'
Xie Yun was startled and felt a chill as her lower body was exposed. The crotch of her trousers and the underpants underneath were torn open. Then, the hard object pressing against her lower body suddenly lengthened, penetrating through the torn pants and plunging straight into her unprepared vagina. This flesh spear had been on the battlefield for decades and was very experienced. Before Xie Yun could even react, it broke through the last line of defense of her virginity in one fell swoop.
'Ah!'" "..." Xie Yun's scream was barely out of her mouth before Panchen's lips pressed firmly against hers, silencing her completely. Humiliated tears streamed down her cheeks, while drops of bright red blood dripped onto the roof tiles, signifying that the female strategist had also completely lost her virginity.
Panchen remained unfazed, holding Xie Yun's legs tightly and using his light-footed skills to move his penis as he traversed the rooftops and streets of Blackwater Town as if walking on flat ground. Each time he landed, their pubic bones would collide, intensifying the stimulation and excitement of his penis within the narrow and tender flesh. To
rape a clothed female warrior while impromptu wandering through the dark streets was a completely new experience for Panchen, allowing him to taste the pleasure of intercourse while soaring through the air. Xie Yun initially offered futile resistance, kicking his buttocks or biting his shoulders, but these were like tickles to him.
Xie Yun only felt as if her body was flying, being... The lecherous demon held her completely in his grasp. The pain in her lower body was gradually changing, and her genitals were even starting to become wet. She was stunned. She had been raped, so how could she feel this way? The Panchen Lama had taken her virginity; she should hate him, shouldn't she? How could she be so shameless?
Seeing Xie Yun's face flushed and saliva dripping from her mouth, the Panchen Lama knew that the "Joyful Meditation" had taken effect. This evil technique of his could arouse the suppressed lust in a partner during intercourse, completely destroying their reason. Even a virgin would become a harlot after being with him. It was already remarkable that Xie Yun had held on this long.
Soon, Xie Yun's eyes were filled with a dazed look, and her legs, which had been struggling, now tightly gripped the Panchen Lama's waist. Her lower body writhed in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis. Her angry curses turned into lewd words: "Ah—, good brother, ah—, don't stop—ah, harder, ah—I'm going to die." "
The Panchen Lama felt he was entering the final stage. He leaped onto the archway of Blackwater Town, holding Xie Yun in his arms, and pressed her firmly against the roof tiles. At the same time, he activated the highest level of the Joyful Meditation technique. His penis, like a divine weapon infused with internal energy, churned rapidly inside Xie Yun's vagina.
Xie Yun couldn't withstand such stimulation; all reason vanished, and she stammered incoherently, 'Good—good brother—quick—help me take this troublesome thing off—all of it, strip it naked.'
The Panchen Lama's face darkened. 'Miss Xie, we made a deal. You helped me with my meditation, and I will never remove your clothes. A man's word is his bond. Do you expect me to be a faithless person?'" While spouting nonsense, the head of his penis was already pressed against Xie Yun's perineum, beginning to absorb her virgin essence.
Xie Yun desperately wanted to strip naked, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her waist was tightly bound to the Panchen Lama's. She truly hated her clothes, and could only kick her boots far away with all her might, then pull off her socks as well. Her bare, snow-white feet stomped and kicked wildly on the cold, hard tiles, shattering them to pieces. She felt no pain from the cuts on her feet, only that this was the only way to release her sexual desire.
At this moment, a night watchman passed by and looked up at this unbelievable scene on the archway. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and stare in disbelief, unable to close his eyes.
The Panchen Lama, determined not to delay any longer, used his penis to connect with Xie Yun's perineum acupoints and activated the "Joyful Zen Absorption Chapter" mental technique. Instantly, a pure virgin's yin essence and profound internal energy flowed directly into his dantian through his penis. Xie Yun felt her life and power rapidly draining away in the ecstasy, but she didn't care. As long as she could continue this blissful pleasure, what did death matter? Finally, she completely sank into extreme darkness.
The Panchen Lama, sitting cross-legged, gradually digested Xie Yun's virgin yin essence and internal energy, feeling that his cultivation had advanced another level. He secretly praised the "Five Flowers of the White Lotus" as truly top-grade; even just one flower had greatly benefited him. If he could absorb all five flowers' yin essence and internal energy, he would probably be invincible.
He looked at Xie Yun, who was drenched in sweat and her lower body a mess. She was still immersed in the blissful pleasure, a smile on her lips, blood flowing from her feet, and her body twitching slightly. He had just absorbed ninety-five percent of Xie Yun's internal energy, leaving her with only half of it to save her life; otherwise, she would have collapsed and died from extreme ecstasy.
The Panchen Lama, who had countless women in his life, certainly didn't spare Xie Yun's life out of lust for her beauty. He wanted to use her to lure out his most desired prey; after all, those supple yet resilient jade feet and that calm, intelligent, and graceful beauty were what he truly desired.
Tang Ning lay behind a mound of earth, a fire burning beside her. The firelight illuminated her fiery red outfit and beautiful face, her limbs creating a wild beauty, like a crouching female leopard.
Born into a servant's family of the Tang Clan, she suffered much bullying from a young age, yet never gave up. Stubborn and extreme in character, she had no friends. To bring glory to her family, she diligently practiced hidden weapons from childhood, secretly learning martial arts from the young masters and ladies.
After both her parents died, she didn't succumb to despair; instead, she became even more diligent. Having repeatedly distinguished herself in assassination missions for the Tang Clan, she participated in a youth weapon competition at the age of sixteen, ranking among the top. However, the elder who officiated inexplicably disqualified her. Enraged, she confronted him, only to be told that her lowly birth disqualified her from advancement, and that she must become his mistress if she wanted a spot. He then proceeded to expose his genitals.
Tang Ning, unwilling to tolerate such humiliation, swiftly severed his manhood with a single dart, causing the elder to scream in agony. She then unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons, turning the lecherous man into a porcupine. Murdering a clan elder was a grave crime, and she packed her bags and began wandering the martial world. Later, she joined the White Lotus Sect, venting her pent-up anger and hidden weapons on the Qing soldiers.
Over the years, this naturally aloof and cold-hearted woman surprisingly made several sisters, the most important people in her life. Anyone who dared to harm them would be made to regret their very existence.
At that moment, a faint breathing sound came from behind the mound. Pretending to be asleep, Tang Ning took out a dart from his sleeve. Sometimes the prey and the hunter might be in opposite positions.

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