Swordsman Online

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After marrying
Yingying, Linghu Chong and Yingying traveled extensively throughout the land, occasionally intervening in acts of chivalry in the martial world without leaving their names, living a carefree and leisurely life.
Today, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two were boating on Taihu Lake, admiring the moon and playing the zither and flute. After finishing a piece titled "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," Linghu Chong sighed deeply, moved by the beautiful scenery.
Seeing Linghu Chong's melancholy expression, Yingying asked curiously, "Brother Chong, is something troubling you?"
"Nothing! I was just thinking about my junior sister." "Miss Yue has been gone for so long, don't be sad anymore."
"I just feel I've failed my junior sister's dying wish, not being able to take good care of Junior Brother Lin."
"Lin Pingzhi has always been narrow-minded; he might not appreciate your kindness. Now that he's blind and has lost all his martial arts, he's been placed in the dungeon of Plum Manor. He can neither harm others nor be harmed, so you can rest assured."
"But I always feel uneasy keeping Junior Brother Lin imprisoned in that kind of place."
Yingying pondered for a moment, "How about this? Anyway, Taihu Lake is only a few days' journey from Hangzhou, so we can go and see Lin Pingzhi on the way. If he can truly repent, we'll let him leave the dungeon. What do you think?"
Linghu Chong gratefully grasped his wife's hands, "Yingying, you are so considerate! I really don't know how to repay you."
Yingying said playfully, "I don't need you to repay me, just don't bully me in the future."
Linghu Chong hugged her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "How will your husband bully you?"
"You are bullying me now!"
Linghu Chong laughed, "This is what it means to truly bully you."
Linghu Chong's hands began to wander and caress her body. Yingying half-heartedly resisted, and soon she was lying limp in her husband's arms. Linghu Chong removed her clothes one by one, leaving only a red bodice on her body. Under the moonlight, Yingying's skin appeared even whiter and smoother. Her alluring breasts, like pointed bamboo shoots, hidden beneath her bodice, rose and fell with her breath. Linghu Chong finally removed the last of her clothes, revealing an alluring body before him.
Linghu Chong couldn't help but admire her; after so many years of marriage, Yingying's figure hadn't changed at all, but had instead gained a mature, womanly charm. Linghu Chong could no longer restrain himself. He quickly stripped off his own clothes, revealing his already erect penis. Due to the limited space on the yacht, Linghu Chong spread Yingying's legs and placed them on his shoulders, pressing his hands against her breasts and aiming his penis at her vulva, ready to have his way with her.
Linghu Chong's hands kneaded and rubbed Yingying's breasts like he was playing a zither. Soon, Yingying's vulva began to gush with lustful fluids. Linghu Chong pressed his penis against her vulva, rubbing it back and forth against her labia. Under this double stimulation, Yingying's moans grew more and more urgent, until finally she hugged her husband tightly.
"Brother Chong! Faster... a little... I... I... can't take it anymore..."
"Faster what?"
"Fuck me... faster! My pussy is so itchy I can't stand it."
Hearing this, Linghu Chong took a deep breath, channeling his inner energy into his abdomen, and thrust forward, sending his penis deep into Yingying's vagina. Linghu Chong began to thrust in and out with a nine-shallow-one-deep technique, and Yingying's moans echoed across the lake.
"Oh...ah...hum...God...so...so happy...um..."
"Good brother...dear brother...I'm going to heaven."
"Big dick brother...I'm about to be fucked to death by you...ah...hum..."
"Good brother...ah...hum...I'm about to lose it."
Suddenly, Linghu Chong felt a tingling sensation, and a stream of semen shot from his body into Yingying's body. The two of them collapsed at the same time.
Linghu Chong kissed his beautiful wife beside him and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied with my performance today?"
Yingying blushed and said, "You rascal! You never say a serious word, you just bully me." The two put their clothes back on, went ashore and returned to the inn to rest for a while. The next day, the two
of them headed to Plum Manor in West Lake, Hangzhou. Plum Manor in West Lake, Hangzhou, is a beautiful and pleasant place. Lin Pingzhi was imprisoned in the dungeon in the middle of the lake. Although he had been imprisoned here for three years, Lin Pingzhi's resentment towards Linghu Chong and his wife had not diminished at all, but had instead increased day by day. Lin Pingzhi, realizing he was blind and his martial arts were useless, knew that even if he escaped, he would be powerless to avenge himself on Linghu Chong. Overwhelmed with grief, his last shred of will to live vanished. He decided it was better to end his own life than suffer further in this world. Knowing there were no blades or ropes in the dungeon, he knew his only option was to smash his head against a wall. He chose an earthen wall and slammed it against it. A loud crash followed, and Lin Pingzhi felt dizzy and passed out. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly awoke, his head still throbbing. He reached up to touch it but saw no wound. Puzzled, he groped his way towards the earthen wall and discovered a small hole he had smashed through. Touching it, he felt something inside. He forcefully cleared away the soil next to the small hole, took out a wooden board two feet long and half a foot wide, and a smooth bead. He wiped away the dust accumulated on the wooden board, and when he touched it, he found that there were words engraved on it. "I am the founder of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, the Heavenly Evil Supreme. Since my debut, I have been invincible throughout the world, defeating countless masters. All sects and factions in the martial arts world revere me. My unworthy disciple, in order to seize the position of sect leader, did not hesitate to use poison to plot against me. Afterwards, he severed my tendons and imprisoned me here. Here, I comprehended the method of physical rebirth. Unfortunately, my lifespan is about to end, so I cannot practice it. I poured all my life's power into this Primordial Spirit Pearl, along with the essence of my martial arts, and hid it in the wall, leaving it for a destined person in the future to obtain. The Heavenly Evil Supreme passed away here." Lin Pingzhi thought, "This senior's experience is quite similar to mine. Since the method of physical rebirth is engraved on the wooden board, why not try practicing it?" So he carefully felt the writing on the wooden board and finally touched the three words "Rebirth Technique". "The Rebirth Technique is what I've painstakingly developed over twenty years. Anyone with a damaged or incomplete body can achieve physical regeneration through this technique and the Yuan Shen Pearl I left behind. Those who wish to practice the Rebirth Technique must first undergo a process of death followed by rebirth, ultimately achieving a complete transformation and physical rebirth..." Lin Pingzhi kept silently contemplating this phrase: death followed by rebirth, a complete transformation. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and Lin Pingzhi burst into wild laughter: "Linghu Chong, you just wait! I will repay you tenfold for the humiliation you've inflicted upon me, ha..." Two fast horses were galloping along the official road. The rider on the lagging horse called out, "Brother Chong! It's only a dozen or so miles from Hangzhou. Let's find a place to rest first; there's no need to rush." Linghu Chong slowed his horse down a bit. "Yingying, it's not that I'm impatient, but I'm just thinking about how Lin Pingzhi spent three years in that dark, sunless dungeon. His days must have been very difficult. I was there myself, and I understand his suffering." "Even if you arrive at Plum Manor now, you should only grant him his freedom if Lin Pingzhi has shown remorse." "I believe in the inherent goodness of humanity. Lin Pingzhi only went astray because of a tragic event. Besides, he has already avenged himself. After these past few years, the misunderstandings between us should have long since dissipated." Yingying thought to herself, "I'm afraid this is just wishful thinking on your part," but she didn't say it aloud. Half a day later, the two arrived at Plum Manor in West Lake. Linghu Chong knocked on the door, and the steward in charge of the manor opened it: "Isn't this Young Master Linghu and Madam? How come you've arrived so quickly?" "Old Steward! Did you know we were coming beforehand?" "Of course, I contacted Hengshan and Huashan by carrier pigeon, asking you two to come immediately."

"What happened that required a carrier pigeon to contact us?"
"Didn't you two receive the carrier pigeon? It's clearly written on it."
"We decided to come here on short notice. What happened inside the manor?"
"No wonder you didn't know that Young Master Lin is dead."
Linghu Chong was shocked upon hearing this and hurriedly asked, "Old steward, please explain who died."
The steward replied, "It was Young Master Lin Pingzhi, who was imprisoned in the dungeon. He died suddenly in the dungeon two days ago for unknown reasons."
Linghu Chong was deeply saddened and speechless for a moment.
Yingying asked, "How long ago was this?"
The old steward replied, "Three days ago, I delivered food to Young Master Lin in the dungeon as usual, but he ignored me. I thought he was probably throwing a tantrum again, so I didn't pay much attention. The next day, when I went to the dungeon again, I found the food from the previous day still untouched, and Young Master Lin still didn't respond. I thought he might be sick, so I called a few servants to open the cell door and touched Young Master Lin's forehead. There was no temperature at all. I hurriedly checked his breathing and found that he had been dead for a long time."
At this point, the old steward also broke down in tears. Linghu Chong rushed into the inner hall and saw Lin Pingzhi lying in a coffin, dressed in plain clothes.
Linghu Chong stroked the coffin sadly and said, "Junior Brother Lin! I'm so sorry, and I've failed Junior Sister's dying wish. If I had released you from the dungeon sooner, you wouldn't have died so tragically."
Yingying comforted him from the side, "Brother Chong, this didn't happen to us either. We were just about to release him when he died. We can only blame him for not having the fortune to bear it."
"Yingying, it was the two of us who imprisoned him here. We should make amends to Junior Brother Lin."
"That's right. Brother Chong, what do you plan to do?"
"Junior Brother Lin loved Junior Sister when he was alive. I plan to bury Junior Brother Lin's coffin next to Junior Sister's grave."
"That's good too. They couldn't be a true couple in life, but at least they can be buried together in death and rest in peace. Chong-ge, you should rest for now. Leave the rest to me."
After Linghu Chong went to rest in the inner hall, Yingying instructed the steward to hire a carriage before walking to the coffin. Yingying wondered how it could be such a coincidence; she had just decided to release him when he inexplicably died. Could there be some trickery involved?
Yingying checked his pulse and found it completely absent. She then took out a silver needle from her bosom and inserted it several inches into his crown chakra and waist. If someone was feigning death using the Turtle Breathing Technique, they would be awakened by these needle pricks. However, Lin Pingzhi showed no reaction whatsoever. Only then did Yingying truly realize that Lin Pingzhi was dead. A little later, the servants carried Lin Pingzhi's coffin into the carriage, and Linghu Chong and Yingying followed the carriage to the valley where Yue Lingshan was buried.
Five days later, Linghu Chong and Yingying finally arrived at the valley where Yue Lingshan was buried. After burying Lin Pingzhi, Linghu Chong knelt before Yue Lingshan's grave, silently praying, "Junior Sister, I'm so sorry. You entrusted me with taking good care of Junior Brother Lin before you died, but I failed in my duty and instead caused his tragic death. The only thing I can do now is to bury him with you. I hope you and Junior Brother Lin can forgive my mistakes in the afterlife!"
At this thought, Linghu Chong's eyes were filled with tears. Yingying comforted him, "It's all fate. We've done our best. Don't be sad anymore."
Linghu Chong wiped away his tears, stood up, and left the valley with Yingying, filled with sorrow.
Three months later, seven dark figures stormed into the Wuse Nunnery on Jianxing Peak of Hengshan Mountain. The sect leader, Yiqing, led her disciples to resist, but the enemy's martial arts were exceptionally high. In less than a quarter of an hour, all the Hengshan disciples were captured. One of the enemies, a fat monk, laughed loudly, "
Why didn't you just surrender? You women are all so delicate; if you were hurt, your families would be heartbroken." Yiqing was furious: "You wild monks, who are you? Why are you attacking my Hengshan Sect?"
One of the newcomers, dressed as a scholar with a folding fan, said with a grin, "This nun doesn't need to be so angry. Let me introduce myself. I am the Jade-Faced Scholar, Ximen An, and this great monk is known as the Joyful Buddha." Ximen An then pointed to the other four: the ronin-dressed one was the Two-Sword Style Miyamoto Taro, the Taoist-dressed one was Xuanming Shangren, and the one wielding a giant axe was the Battle Maniac Qiu Qianli. "That short man is Blood Claw Du Sha, and the one wearing the mask is our master, Evil Lord. Is that clear enough?"
Yi Qing said, "The Hengshan Sect has no past grudges or recent feuds with you, so why are you arresting us?"
Evil Lord, who had neither made a move nor spoken from the beginning, finally spoke: "Heh! Heh! Who told you to get involved with Linghu Chong? I will never let anyone related to Linghu Chong go."
At this moment, Yi Lin, who had always been silent, spoke up: "What grudge do you have against Senior Brother Linghu? Why do you hate him so much?"
Evil Lord said: "So it's Little Abbess Yi Lin. It seems you've grown more and more beautiful over the years."
Yi Lin blushed and said: "You know me?"
Evil Lord said: "A beautiful girl like you, no one would forget you."
Suddenly, a strong internal force pulled Yi Lin into Evil Lord's arms.
Yi Lin asked in a panic, "What do you want to do?"
The Evil Lord laughed loudly, "It's a waste of your talents to be a nun. Today I'll let you taste the flavor of a man, and you won't want to be a nun anymore."
Yi Lin tried to break free, but she was weak all over after being injured. The Evil Lord roughly tore open Yi Lin's clothes, and Yi Lin's snow-white body was exposed in front of everyone.
The Joyful Buddha said, "I didn't expect these little nuns to have such decent figures. I'll find a few to have some fun later."
Ximen An said, "Don't worry! If the master eats meat, we'll have plenty of soup."
Just as the Evil Lord was about to further humiliate Yilin, Yiqing shouted, "Wait!"
The Evil Lord stopped. Yiqing said, "I'm the sect leader and the eldest senior sister. If you want to play, play with me! Don't hurt my junior sister."
The Evil Lord lewdly laughed, "Are you really willing to do anything?"
Yiqing gritted her teeth and answered, "Yes!"
The Evil Lord lewdly laughed, "Then take off your clothes first, and then crawl in front of me."
The Hengshan Sect members shouted in unison, "Eldest senior sister, no!"
But Yiqing, with tears in her eyes, dragged off her clothes and crawled in front of the Evil Lord.
At this moment, Yilin fainted from a surge of excitement. The Evil Lord put her aside, his eyes fixed on Yiqing's body with admiration. It turned out that although Yiqing was not as beautiful as Yilin, her figure was much more mature.
The Evil Lord pulled out his eight- or nine-inch-long penis and demanded that Yi Qing take it into her mouth.
Yi Qing had no choice but to swallow it. Tears streamed down her face. The Evil Lord patted her head and said, "Good! Now lick it hard with your tongue."
Yi Qing had no choice but to comply. The Evil Lord said, "Great! That's fucking great! You little nun, you seem to be a little slut too. Let me teach you a lesson."
The Evil Lord placed Yi Qing in front of the altar, making her face the statue, while he embraced her from behind. His left hand pinched and kneaded her snow-white breasts, while his right hand went straight for her forbidden area.
Yi Qing felt a tingling sensation all over her body. On one hand, she wanted this humiliation to stop as soon as possible, but on the other hand, she couldn't bear to let the Evil Lord's hands leave. Under extreme stimulation, lust finally overcame reason, and Yi Qing hugged the Evil Lord like a madwoman.
The Evil Lord lewdly laughed, "I knew you were a slut, finally couldn't hold back!"
Using a technique that seemed to ignite a fire from afar, with a soft "plop," his enormous penis was inserted into the virgin's forbidden area. Yi Qing was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. She tried to struggle free, but it wasn't that easy. The evil lord began to show his skills, thrusting in and out five or six hundred times in a row, each time penetrating to the deepest part of her vagina.
At first, Yi Qing felt pain, but gradually, with the thrusting of the evil lord's penis, her state of mind changed. Slowly, she began to moan with pleasure, her hips responding to the thrusting.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm... so good... mmm... thrust harder... fuck me harder..."
"Oh... ah... hmph... God... so... so good... mmm... hmph..."
"Mmm... hmph... you're penetrating me so deep... hmph... so tight... mmm..."
"Mmm... mmm... mmm... I can't take it anymore... ah... ah..."
The evil lord took a deep breath, his penis generating a powerful suction that gripped Yi Qing's vagina tightly. Yi Qing's vaginal fluids were drawn into her body like a tide, and she fainted. The Evil Lord rose and walked towards Yi Lin. His six subordinates, having witnessed this erotic encounter, were already hard and eager, awaiting his command to mercilessly humiliate the young and beautiful nuns of the Hengshan Sect…
Just
as the Evil Lord was about to take further action against Yi Lin, Yi Guang, the second disciple of the Hengshan Sect, angrily said, “How can you break your promise?”
The Evil Lord replied, “How can I break my promise?”
Yi Guang said, “Didn’t we agree that after you played with our senior sister, you would let Yi Lin go?”
The Evil Lord sneered, “When did I promise to let Yi Lin go? This is just wishful thinking on the part of that slut Yi Qing.”
Yi Guang was so enraged he wanted to kill the man before him. The Evil Lord lewdly laughed, “Don’t say I won’t let Yi Lin go; I won’t let any of you go either. After I’ve properly dealt with this girl Yi Lin, I’ll let you taste my power.”
"Jade-faced Scholar" Ximen An said to the Evil Lord, "Reporting to Master, after witnessing your magnificent display of power, we are itching to indulge ourselves. We humbly request that you grant us a few Hengshan disciples to
satisfy our desires." The Evil Lord replied, "Very well! Apart from the seven top disciples of the Hengshan Sect, all the other disciples are yours to enjoy."
The six subordinates were overjoyed and said in unison, "Thank you for your grace, Master!"
The Evil Lord then set up a secret room and imprisoned Yi Qing, Yi Guang, Yi Zhen, Yi Lin, Yi Ming, Zheng E, and Qin Juan inside. The others were left to be divided among his subordinates. Yi Qing remained unconscious in the secret room, and apart from Yi Lin, the vital points of the others were sealed, rendering them unable to move.
The Evil Lord approached Yi Lin step by step. Her clothes had already been torn to shreds, leaving her only scraps to cover herself. The Evil Lord leered, "You'd better just give in! Your senior sister resisted fiercely, but in the end, I made her feel like she was dying of pleasure."
Yi Lin, tears streaming down her face, said, "You lecherous thief, you ruined my senior sister's purity! I wish I could tear you to pieces!"
The Evil Lord sneered, "You filthy woman, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. It seems I won't give in unless I teach you a lesson."
The Evil Lord snatched away Yi Lin's last piece of clothing. Yi Lin resisted fiercely, and the Evil Lord punched her in the stomach. Yi Lin doubled over in pain, tears streaming down her face.
The Evil Lord sneered, "You slut! This is what happens when you defy me."
He pulled out his penis and lewdly said, "Be a good girl and make my treasure feel good, so you won't suffer."
Yi Lin shook her head and refused. The Evil Lord slapped her cheek, and Yi Lin felt dizzy and almost fainted. He slapped her twice more. Finally, unable to bear the pain, Yi Lin nodded in agreement.
The Evil Lord gently stroked Yi Lin's swollen cheeks and said softly, "That's a good girl. If you listen to me sooner, you won't suffer!"
Yi Lin's fair hands cupped the Evil Lord's penis and gently rubbed it.
The Evil Lord lewdly said, "It seems your encouragement wasn't enough. Give it a good kiss with your lips."
Yi Lin obeyed and gently kissed the Evil Lord's penis with her cherry lips. The Evil Lord's penis gradually hardened. The Evil Lord put his penis into Yi Lin's mouth, making her breathless.
The Evil Lord lewdly laughed, "It seems your Hengshan Sect's flute and xiao playing skills are quite unique, no less than those of famous courtesans in brothels. Truly delightful!"
The Evil Lord laid Yilin flat on the table, lewdly saying, "Now let me properly serve you."
He spread Yilin's legs, revealing a budding flower before him. His tongue, like a nimble snake, gently probed that virgin territory, savoring the unique taste of a virgin.
Yilin, lying on the table, felt unbearable shame. Her most precious place was now being invaded by something wet and soft. This feeling was completely different from the sensation she experienced when bathing; it was as if her whole body was floating on clouds. Suddenly, this feeling vanished, replaced by a burning hot penis pressing against the entrance of her vagina.
The Evil Lord leered, "Watch closely how I take Yilin's virginity, because soon I'll do the same to you, ha..."
This time, unlike with Yiqing, the Evil Lord didn't use a quick attack; he wanted to slowly savor the most beautiful woman of the Hengshan Sect before him.
The Evil Lord inserted his penis inch by inch, and when Yilin felt the pain of her virginity being torn apart, he gently pulled it out. After repeating this several times, Yilin felt an itching sensation spreading from her vulva throughout her body and down to her heart. The Evil Lord, intentionally teasing her, only rubbed his penis back and forth at the entrance of her vulva without penetrating, driving Yilin to unbearable itch. Finally, waves of soul-stirring moans escaped from Yilin's lips.
The Evil Lord laughed loudly, "How is it? Comfortable?"
Yilin's face flushed, and she gasped repeatedly, "Please...please..." Her voice fading into a whisper.
The Evil Lord leered, "Beg me louder if you want to beg."
Yi Lin gritted her teeth and finally abandoned her pride, saying, "I...I...I can't take it anymore, please do me quickly."
As soon as she said this, two lines of tears streamed down Yi Lin's face.
The Evil Lord leered, "You have finally become my slave, my little darling. I will grant your wish now."
The Evil Lord picked up Yi Lin and straddled her waist, thrusting upwards with force. Yi Lin screamed in agony as her virginity was finally breached. The Evil Lord changed positions several times, bringing Yi Lin to repeated orgasms.
"Little darling, little slut, are you enjoying this?"
"Mmm... ah... ah... ah..."
"Why can't you answer if you're enjoying it? Watch my big cock fuck you to death, you slut."
"Ah... mmm... faster... harder... mmm... hmph..."
"Answer now! You bitch, or I won't fuck you."
"Mmm... I... I'm a slut... ah... I want my dear brother's big cock to fuck me."
"Ah... harder... harder... Big cock brother is going to fuck this little slut to death."
Yi Lin, who was always recognized as a saint among her fellow disciples, was now being played with like a bitch in heat by a beast-like man. Seeing her wanton state, the remaining five disciples who had not been raped by the evil lord couldn't help but worry about what would become of them.
Under the evil lord's frenzied rape, the yin essence in Yi Lin's body finally couldn't help but leak out.
"Mmm... Ah... Dear brother... Big cock brother... I'm going to heaven... Ah... Ah!"
The evil lord used the same trick again, circulating his true energy to his penis and absorbing all of Yilin's yin essence into his own body. Yilin could no longer hold on, losing all her strength and collapsing like a limp rag.
In the following days, the Evil Lord and his six henchmen went on a rampage, raping all the disciples of the Hengshan Sect and turning a sacred Buddhist site into a den of iniquity. Some disciples, unable to bear the humiliation, committed suicide in despair, while others, traumatized, went insane. The Evil Lord even changed the Hengshan Sect's plaque to "Heavenly Evil Cult." The remaining Hengshan disciples could only watch helplessly as their sect was defiled.
In the secret chamber, the seven great disciples of Hengshan were all imprisoned, each one raped and violated by the Evil Lord, becoming his playthings.
The youngest, Qin Juan, said, "Senior Sister, this can't go on. We need to find a way to deal with these beasts."
Yi Qing sighed, "What can we do? We've lost all our martial arts skills. Even if we still had them, we couldn't defeat these animals."
Yi Guang said, "We can ask for help."
Yi Qing said, "Who can we ask for help from? These beasts are so skilled; there aren't many in the martial world who can rival them."
The usually silent Yi Ming said, "It seems only Senior Brother Linghu can subdue them."
Yi Lin nodded, "That's right! As long as we can find someone to go down the mountain and contact Tian Boguang, he'll surely be able to find Senior Brother Linghu."
Qin Juan said, "But who can we ask to go down the mountain and contact Tian Boguang?"
The usually quick-witted Yi Zhen said, "I've got it! Yi Zhi, who delivers our food."
Yi Qing nodded, "That's right! Only Yi Zhi has the opportunity to meet with us and deliver messages."
After making their decision, everyone waited for Yi Zhi to arrive.
Late at night, a dark figure rushed down the mountain from the summit of Jianxing Peak, disappearing into the moonlight as it ran further and further away. Another figure slowly emerged; in the moonlight, it was clearly the Evil Lord, a strange smile playing on his lips.
Half a month later, three swift horses galloped towards Mount Heng. The riders were Linghu Chong and his wife, along with Tian Boguang, the former lone bandit who had become a monk with the Buddhist name Bu Ke Bu Jie. They reached the foot of Mount Heng.
"Brother Tian, leave the rest to me. You don't need to go to Jianxing Peak."
"Brother Linghu, more people mean more strength. I'm afraid you won't be able to fight them all."
"If I really am captured, Brother Tian coming with me might implicate you."
"Yingying, judging from what Brother Tian said, the opponents are all experts. You'd better not come with me."
Yingying grasped Linghu Chong's hands and said, "Brother Chong, from the day we got married, I decided that I would be with you no matter where we were, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth. Today, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of swords ahead, I will never back down."
Linghu Chong said, "Good! With a wife like this, what more could Linghu Chong ask for? Today, even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, we will brave it."
Linghu Chong turned to Tian Boguang and said, "Brother Tian,..." "If I haven't descended the mountain in three days, then we've encountered trouble. Please seek help from Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin and Daoist Chongxu of Wudang, and ask them to come and rescue Hengshan from this crisis."
After parting ways with Tian Boguang, Linghu Chong and his wife headed towards the summit of Jianxing Peak. Upon arriving at Wuse Nunnery, they saw that the Hengshan Sect's plaque had been replaced with that of the Tianxie Sect. Linghu Chong was furious and roared, "What kind of scoundrel dares to defile this sacred Buddhist site?"
The nunnery gate slowly opened, and a scholar holding a folding fan stepped forward to greet them, saying, "Are you two... Linghu Chong's..." "Young Master Fox and Madam Linghu, my master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in for a chat."
The two entered the main hall and saw a person dressed in a brocade robe and wearing a mask. Linghu Chong calmly said, "You must be the Evil Lord!"
The Evil Lord smiled calmly and said, "It seems Tian Boguang explained things very clearly."
Linghu Chong and Yingying were greatly surprised. The Evil Lord said, "There's no need to be surprised. I deliberately let Yizhi go down the mountain to inform others."
Linghu Chong asked, "What reason?" "Well,"
said the Evil Lord, "if not for this, how could Young Master Linghu and his wife have graced us with their presence?"
Linghu Chong said, "Now that I'm here, can you release all the Hengshan Sect disciples?"
The Evil Lord laughed wildly, "Releasing them is easy, show me your skills!"
Then, "Two-Sword Style" Miyamoto Taro, Joyful Buddha, "Battle Maniac" Qiu Qianli, and "Blood Claw" Du Sha surrounded Linghu Chong and his wife... Inside
the Four
Colorless Temple, Linghu Chong and his wife were surrounded by four great masters. The Evil Lord laughed wildly, "If you want to fight me, I'm afraid you're not qualified. Defeat my subordinates first."
Seeing that his opponents were all top-tier masters, Linghu Chong feared that Yingying would distract him during the fight, so he said to Yingying, "Yingying, you stay aside and watch over me."
Yingying knew that her martial arts were inferior to those of the enemies before her, so she said to Linghu Chong, "Brother Chong, you must be careful."
Linghu Chong nodded, and Yingying stepped aside.
Two-sword style Miyamoto Taro, who had been waiting impatiently, shouted, "You damn deer! Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"
His twin swords conjured a curtain of blades as he attacked Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong was secretly shocked by the speed of this Japanese ronin's swordsmanship, which was even better than Tian Boguang's. Linghu Chong dodged to the side, his sword already drawn. The sound of swords clashing was deafening.
Although Miyamoto Taro's "Hundred Demon Slash" sword technique was fast, it still had flaws. After a hundred moves, Linghu Chong took advantage of Miyamoto Taro's change of moves and thrust his sword into the gap. Miyamoto's arm was injured. Huanxi Fo shouted, "Everyone, charge forward together!"
Huanxi Fo, holding the "Vajra Staff," Qiu Qianli's "Heavenly Thunder Axe," and Du Sha's "Soul-Hooking Iron Claw" charged towards Linghu. Meanwhile, Ximen An and Xuanming Shangren remained calm and made no move. Qiu Qianli used the "Opening Heaven and Earth" move to strike down from above. Linghu Chong swung his longsword to block the axe. Linghu Chong felt his tiger's mouth go numb from the shock, and his longsword almost slipped from his hand.
At this moment, the "Madman's Staff Technique" of the Joyful Buddha attacked from the side again, forcing Linghu Chong to leap back. Du Sha's Soul-Hooking Claw, using the Earth-Hall Movement Technique, struck directly at Linghu Chong's leg. Under the siege of four masters, Linghu Chong appeared somewhat flustered, focusing all his efforts on protecting his body, with no energy left to attack the enemy.
At this time, Yingying, who was outside the battle circle, also saw that her husband's situation was critical, but due to her low level of skill, she could not join the battle. Suddenly, Yingying thought of "capturing the leader first," and as long as she held the Evil Lord hostage, she was not afraid that his subordinates would not stop attacking. With this thought, Yingying took out the short sword from her sleeve and pounced on the Evil Lord. Strangely, Ximen An and Xuanming Shangren did not stop her, allowing her to attack the Evil Lord.
The Evil Lord laughed, "Madam Linghu, do you also want to play with me?"
Yingying didn't answer, her short sword flashing like lightning as she stabbed at the Evil Lord. The Evil Lord laughed wildly, "So you want to help Linghu Chong out of danger, is that it? Fine! I'll give you a chance. If you can force me to make a move within fifty moves, I'll order them to stop. After fifty moves... heh! heh! I'll be quite ruthless towards you."
Hearing this, Yingying quickened her pace and attacked the Evil Lord even more, but the Evil Lord was like a ghost, no matter how fast Yingying moved, the two were always three feet apart. Seeing that the fifty moves were approaching, the Evil Lord still had no intention of making a move. Yingying had an idea and used her lightness skill to leap three feet high. At this moment, Yingying took out dozens of silver needles from her bosom and shot them at the Evil Lord. It was seen that the area within five feet around the Evil Lord was covered by silver needles. The Evil Lord didn't dodge, and the silver needles shot at him fell to the ground one foot away from him. Yingying was terrified.
The Evil Lord laughed, "Madam Linghu, fifty moves have passed. I'm about to make my move, so be careful."
In a flash, the Evil Lord moved from five zhang away to in front of Yingying. Yingying was terrified and tried to leap away, but her body went numb; the Evil Lord had struck her vital points, rendering her immobile. The Evil Lord picked Yingying up and sat her on the couch. Yingying felt both ashamed and angry. No other man had ever touched her body except her husband. Now she was lying in another man's arms; how could she face anyone after this? Tears streamed down her face.
The Evil Lord gently kissed her cheek and lewdly said, "Little darling, don't cry! I'll take good care of you."
Unwilling to be humiliated, Yingying gritted her teeth, wanting to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but the Evil Lord was faster, already gripping her teeth.
The Evil Lord sneered, "Trying to bite your tongue and commit suicide? It's not that easy. If you don't want Linghu Chong to die a miserable death, you'd better obey me."
Yingying knew he was telling the truth, so she had no choice but to give up the idea of suicide.
Linghu Chong had been fighting the four masters alone for over an hour. After all, Linghu Chong's internal energy was relatively profound, and the four masters were already showing signs of exhaustion. At this moment, seeing his beloved wife captured and humiliated, Linghu Chong was filled with uncontrollable rage. With a long roar, he leaped out of the battle circle and thrust his sword at the Evil Lord. Two streams of yang energy and yin energy came from the left and right in front of him. Linghu Chong abandoned his sword and used the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing to resist. The four palms collided, and the three figures separated, each adjusting their internal energy.
Ximen An laughed, "Young Master Linghu, are my Blazing Sun Hand and the Supreme Master's Profound Dark Palm passable?"
Linghu Chong was shocked that these evil heretics knew how to use martial arts techniques lost for hundreds of years. It seemed that if these evils were not eliminated today, they would surely harm the righteous path of the martial world in the future. He decided to use the "Star Absorbing Technique," a martial art he hadn't used for many years.
The three of them clashed again, their four palms exchanging powerful blows. The surrounding energy surged, making it impossible for anyone to get close. The internal energy of the Blazing Sun Hand and the Profound Dark Palm was gradually absorbed by the Star Absorbing Technique. After a moment, all three of them were covered in sweat. At this moment, Ximen An and the Supreme Master Xuanming exchanged a glance. They each extended their remaining palms and joined them together. Linghu Chong felt the internal energy in the opponent's palm suddenly surge like a flood. The internal energy he had just absorbed also underwent a change, rapidly flowing outwards. Linghu Chong was shocked and suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He had been blasted away six zhang away by the force of the two palms.
Linghu Chong, severely injured, collapsed to the ground, struggling to rise. The moment he stood still, the hot blood in his chest
could no longer be contained and spilled from his mouth. The Evil Lord laughed wildly, "Linghu Chong, you've lived a life of cleverness, yet you don't understand the principle of water and fire being incompatible. The Blazing Sun Hand and the Profound Nether Palm are inherently mutually exclusive, but their combined attack amplifies their power. However, if a person possesses both of these internal energies simultaneously, they will repel each other and burst forth from the body. Those with weaker internal energy will have their bones shattered, while you, only severely injured, demonstrate the profound depth of your internal energy. Today, you have been defeated by me; you should die without regret. But don't worry, I won't kill you, because you are still of great use to me, ha…"
Hearing this, Linghu… Linghu Chong could no longer hold on and fainted...
He didn't know how long he was unconscious before he finally woke up. When he woke up, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest. He hurriedly circulated his internal energy to heal his injuries. After circulating his true energy for several cycles, the pain subsided slightly. Only then could Linghu Chong see his surroundings clearly in the dim light. He realized that he was in a dungeon. It seemed that there were other people imprisoned in the dungeon. Linghu Chong groped forward and suddenly a soft body nestled beside him. Linghu Chong exclaimed in surprise, "Who is it? Is it Yingying?"
He heard the person panting heavily, and waves of soul-stirring, bone-melting murmurs entered Linghu Chong's ears.
"Mmm... Ah... I'm so hot... Hold me... Quick... Hold me... Ah!"
Linghu Chong blurted out, "Junior Sister Yilin."
It turned out that besides Linghu Chong, the seven disciples of the Hengshan Sect were also imprisoned in this dungeon. After being brutally raped by the Evil Lord for many days, their true nature had been lost, and each of them had become a wanton woman, their sexual desires surpassing those of ordinary people.
Linghu Chong felt extremely embarrassed being trapped in this situation. He saw seven naked, alluring bodies coiled around him like snakes. An unusual fragrance emanated from their bodies, making him feel dizzy and restless after smelling it. Linghu Chong hurriedly tried to use the calming technique from the Yi Jin Jing, but due to his severe injuries, his internal energy was insufficient, and his composure was greatly weakened. Coupled with the lewd sounds and seductive words around him, Linghu Chong's composure was on the verge of collapse.
Linghu Chong finally succumbed to temptation, letting out a shout as he pulled Yilin into his arms, greedily kissing her snow-white breasts. Meanwhile, Yiqing knelt down, gently kissing Linghu Chong's penis. The others also did their utmost to achieve maximum physical pleasure, filling the dungeon with an atmosphere of lust.
Outside the dungeon, the Evil Lord and his men were enjoying this erotic spectacle. The Evil Lord laughed, "Joyful Buddha, your wondrous aphrodisiac is truly miraculous! Even a self-proclaimed gentleman like Linghu Chong has become less than a beast."
Joyful Buddha laughed, "Thank you for your praise, Master! But I don't understand what use this is to us."
The Evil Lord said, "Linghu Chong's inner strength is like a treasure trove. If I could seize his power, my cultivation would surely advance further. However, Linghu Chong practices the Star-Absorbing Technique; forcibly seizing his inner strength is unlikely. Instead, he would absorb my own inner strength. Today, I'm training these seven women..." "My lord, during our intercourse, I have already instilled the method of absorbing yang energy to replenish yin into their bodies. Now, every time Linghu Chong has intercourse with them, their internal energy will be absorbed by them. In less than half a month, Linghu Chong will lose all his internal energy. I will then absorb Linghu Chong's power from these women, and it won't be too late to kill him then."
The subordinates praised in unison, "Master is indeed a genius."
After ordering his subordinates to leave, the Evil Lord entered the secret chamber alone. This secret chamber was originally used to imprison the seven disciples of the Hengshan Sect. Next door was the dungeon, and there was a specially made "magic mirror" on the wall. After activating the switch, one could see the scene inside the dungeon clearly.
Yingying was fast asleep on the couch. The Evil Lord sat on the couch, carefully gazing at this picture of a sleeping beauty. He couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke Yingying's face, exclaiming, "Truly a natural beauty! You've only become more radiant over the years. It's a pity that Linghu Chong has such a wonderful woman all to himself. I must savor her properly."
Just as the Evil Lord was about to make a further move, Yingying suddenly awoke and struck at him with her palm. The Evil Lord grabbed her hand, and Yingying struggled to break free.
The Evil Lord smiled and said, "Should I call you Madam Linghu or Senior Sister-in-law?"
Yingying stopped struggling, a look of terror on her face.
"You…you…who are you?"
"I am a person who has returned from hell."
The Evil Lord removed his mask, revealing a face Yingying recognized.
"Lin Pingzhi!" Yingying cried out, uttering this name that seemed unbelievable to her.
Lin Pingzhi laughed, "That's right! It's me. How
have you been, Madam Linghu?" "Impossible! I buried Lin Pingzhi's body with my own hands. Besides, Lin Pingzhi was blind, his martial arts were completely destroyed, and he had castrated himself. He's definitely not like you."
"Ha! Ha! Speaking of which, I should thank you properly. If you hadn't imprisoned me in the dungeon of Plum Manor, how could I have obtained the martial arts manual and rebirth method of the founder of the Sun Moon Sect, the Heavenly Evil Supreme, allowing me to be reborn from the dead and have my body regenerated?"
Yingying now understood that Lin Pingzhi's death that day was just a stage in his training.
Lin Pingzhi smiled maliciously, "The first people I want to repay after my rebirth are naturally your couple. Madam Linghu, how do you want me to repay you?"
Yingying felt uneasy under his gaze and reluctantly replied, "I want to see Brother Chong."
Lin Pingzhi laughed, "Your senior brother is enjoying my hospitality next door, but I think it's better if you don't see him."
Yingying asked, "Why?"
Lin Pingzhi said, "Because you will definitely regret it after you see him."
Yingying became suspicious, "No matter what, I must see him."
"Alright! I hope you won't regret it."
Lin Pingzhi led Yingying to the magic mirror and turned it on. A disgusting scene appeared before Yingying's eyes. She saw Linghu Chong holding Qin Juan, the youngest member of the Hengshan Sect, while Linghu Chong's penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, and the sounds of lewd intercourse could be heard through the small copper tube.
"Mmm...ah...Senior brother, harder...mmm...humph..."
"Junior sister...your little hole is so tight...no wonder you've only recently lost your virginity..."
"Ah...ah...Junior sister loves senior brother's big cock so much...fuck me hard...mmm..."
"Oh...so good...so good...Junior sister, your wet hole is almost squeezing my cock off...oh!"
Seeing Linghu Chong and Qin Juan making love, Yingying couldn't help but feel sorrow, and tears streamed down her face. At this moment, Lin Pingzhi took the opportunity to approach and said softly to Yingying, "Linghu Chong is really wrong. How could he treat you like this? Don't cry. This kind of heartless person isn't worth shedding tears for."
Yingying felt that Lin Pingzhi's words had an invisible magnetic force, making her no longer dislike him. Lin Pingzhi embraced Yingying from behind, his hands caressing her full breasts through her clothes. He whispered in her ear, "Look how lonely your body is, like a withering flower needing rain. Linghu Chong doesn't cherish you and fools around with other women. You can't let yourself wither away. Your lonely body needs a man's comfort, so let me comfort you!"
Lin Pingzhi kissed Yingying's neck. Yingying felt so tired and wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the caresses. Lin Pingzhi carried Yingying to the bed and gently undressed her until she was only wearing her underpants and a red bodice.
Looking at this stunningly beautiful woman, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but admire her. He quickly stripped off all his clothes, revealing a strong, reborn physique.
Lin Pingzhi kissed Yingying's cherry blossoms, his tongue darting into her mouth like a serpent, roaming freely for a while before launching his final assault. He reached out and removed Yingying's bodice and underpants. Yingying was instantly overcome with shame. Lin Pingzhi's fingers slid down her back to her most private area.
He gently teased her clitoris with two fingers, and Yingying began to react. Lin Pingzhi pulled out his fingers and whispered in Yingying's ear, "Look how much you need a man, you little slut."
Lin Pingzhi gently kneaded her full breasts, sucking and biting at her pale pink nipples, giving Yingying immense stimulation. Her intoxicating moans filled the secret room. Lin Pingzhi turned his body upside down, facing Yingying's tender vulva, while Yingying faced his penis. Lin Pingzhi gently licked the nectar-filled bud, while Yingying opened her cherry-like mouth to take his penis in, her tongue lightly licking the most sensitive part of it.
"Little slut, do you feel good?"
"Big cock brother, my pussy is so hot and itchy, I can't take it anymore."
"Let my big cock help relieve the itch in your pussy!"
Lin Pingzhi straightened Yingying, raised her buttocks, and thrust his huge penis into her vagina: "Little darling, I didn't expect that after so many years of marriage, your pussy is still so tight. It seems that Linghu Chong is really wasting his talent. Today, let me satisfy you."
"Fuck! Fuck hard! Fuck my pussy to death!"
As Lin Pingzhi raped Yingying, he felt a strange pleasure, and the resentment he had accumulated in the dungeon for many years was finally relieved.
"Mmm... Ah... So good... Your big cock is about to fuck me to death... Mmm... Hmph." "You little slut! Tell me, who fucks you better, Linghu Chong or me?"
"Hmph... Of course, it's you who fucks me better... Ah... Don't stop... Harder... Ah."
"Ah... This little slut wants your big cock to fuck her every day... Mmm... Fuck me to death..."
"Hmph... Dear brother... Mmm... I'm going to die of pleasure... Ah... I'm going to lose it... Ah..."
Yingying's delicate body trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out, which Lin Pingzhi absorbed completely.
After a passionate encounter, Lin Pingzhi dressed and sneered at the still-sleeping Yingying, "Foolish woman, you've already fallen under my love spell and don't even know it. I'll make you the most lewd woman in the martial world, let a thousand men ride you, ten thousand men fuck you, ha…"
Lin Pingzhi's maniacal laughter echoed continuously in the secret chamber.
Wu
Tianboguang, waiting at the foot of the mountain for news of Linghu Chong and his wife, knew something must have happened to them, so he quickly rode to Shaolin and Wudang for help.
Ten days later, Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin, Daoist Qingxu of Wudang, Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, Master Bujie, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and Tian Boguang attacked Hengshan Jianxing Peak. Lin Pingzhi's six men were engaged in a fierce battle with the group in front of the Wuse Nunnery. Lin Pingzhi remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. Seeing that the enemy forces were all gathered there, Lan Fenghuang quietly broke away from the battle and sneaked into the nunnery to rescue Linghu Chong and his wife.
For over ten days, Linghu Chong had been trapped in the dungeon, his internal energy reduced to less than ten percent due to the aphrodisiac poison he had been using to have passionate intercourse with Yilin and the others. He was on the verge of death.
Lan Fenghuang found Linghu Chong lying naked on the ground, but Yingying was nowhere to be seen. Seeing that the Hengshan disciples were all delirious, and unable to find Yingying, Lan Fenghuang had no choice but to help Linghu Chong leave the dungeon.
After a prolonged battle in front of the Wuse Temple, Lin Pingzhi's six henchmen were showing signs of defeat. At this moment, Lin Pingzhi shouted, "All of you, retreat!"
The six men hurriedly withdrew from the fight. Master Fang Sheng said, "Amitabha! Lay down your weapons and you will become a Buddha. Benefactor Lin, please release them as soon as possible, and we will show you mercy."
Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "You are no match for me. Today, I will show you what truly invincible martial arts are!"
Lin Pingzhi thrust his sword into the ground. Suddenly, everyone felt a strange energy enveloping them. The sword embedded in the ground suddenly sprang up like lightning, stabbing towards them. Master Qingxu of Wudang, with quick eyes and hands, deflected the sword's force with a single, graceful movement. However, the flying sword seemed to possess a life of its own, attacking them again.
Fang Sheng exclaimed in alarm, "Everyone, be careful! This is sword flight!"
Everyone was shocked. A legendary technique used only by sword immortals was now in Lin Pingzhi's hands.
Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "That's right! It's flying on a sword! If you know what's good for you, submit to me and you might escape death."
The monk Bujie, enraged, punched Lin Pingzhi. A flash of cold light, and the flying sword pierced Bujie's chest. Tian Boguang, shocked, hurriedly embraced Bujie, only to see blood gushing from his chest.
Bujie, barely breathing, cried, "Ah...Lin, Father...is useless...unable...to...save you...ah..."
After saying this, Bujie breathed his last. Everyone was filled with grief, especially the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, who wailed as if they had lost their parents.
Lin Pingzhi coldly sneered, "What are you crying for? I'll send you down to see him later." Fang
Sheng knew Lin Pingzhi's skill was so high that even with everyone's combined strength, they probably couldn't match him. Their only option now was to escape as many as possible.
Fang Sheng said to Qingxu, "Brother Qingxu, let's combine our strength to block Lin Pingzhi's flying sword so the others can escape!"
Qingxu said to the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, "Six brothers, Master Fang Sheng and I will join forces to block the flying sword. You and Benefactor Tian should escape down the mountain." The Six
Immortals of Peach Valley interjected, "Do you think we're afraid of death?"
"You'll see how powerful we are soon enough." "
Tear that brat into six pieces to avenge that bald thief, Bujie."
Qingxu knew that they wouldn't listen to any further persuasion, so he secretly increased his power to prepare to block the flying sword.
Lin Pingzhi sneered, "None of you will escape today."
As his internal energy increased, the flying sword became faster and faster. Fang Sheng knew that if he didn't act now, he would have no chance. He shouted and struck the flying sword with his Vajra Finger. The flying sword's attack was blocked. At this moment, Qingxu seized the opportunity to use the Tai Chi Circle from the Yin-Yang Sword Technique to restrain the flying sword.
Seeing their opportunity, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley attacked Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi sneered, "Do you think this will stop me?"
He unleashed a powerful burst of energy, forcing the Six Immortals back three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Just then, Qingxu knocked their flying sword down with a Tai Chi circle.
Lin Pingzhi coldly replied, "You've brought this upon yourselves; don't blame me."
Lin Pingzhi used telekinesis to retrieve the twin swords from Miyamoto Taro's back.
Laughing wildly, Lin Pingzhi declared, "Today I'll show you my new move, 'Separation of Flesh and Bone'!"
He doubled his internal energy, causing the twin swords to fly rapidly, creating a fierce whirlwind. The Six Immortals of Peach Valley raised their power to its peak, preparing to unleash their strongest move, "Six Elements Return to One."
The six of them formed a single line, charging towards the sword whirlwind like galloping horses. The combined force of their palms clashed with the sword whirlwind, creating a deafening roar. In less than half a moment, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley's internal energy began to wane.
With a roar, Lin Pingzhi unleashed the sword whirlwind, engulfing the Six Immortals. Shreds of flesh and blood rained down from the sword whirlwind, instantly slicing away the flesh and blood from the Six Immortals, leaving only their bones on the ground.
Fang Sheng and Qing Xu were speechless with astonishment upon witnessing Lin Pingzhi's godlike skill. Tian Boguang hurriedly cried out, "Master, let's escape!"
Fang Sheng and Qing Xu pushed Tian Boguang towards the bottom of the peak, confident that his lightness skill would allow him to escape. However, Lin Pingzhi moved swiftly, appearing before them in the blink of an eye. Fang Sheng and Qing Xu were shocked and immediately unleashed their "Great Vajra Palm" and "Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm" upon Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi did not dodge; the force of their palm strikes vanished like mud oxen sinking into the sea. At that moment, Lin Pingzhi thrust out two palms, striking Fang Sheng and Qing Xu respectively. The two flew like kites with broken strings, coughing up blood, and collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown.
After rescuing Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang helped him head down the mountain. After traveling several dozen miles, they noticed Linghu Chong's breath was weak and found a cave to rest in. There, they found Linghu Chong's blood surging and his eyes bloodshot.
Lan Fenghuang was puzzled. Despite her knowledge of all poisons, she didn't know what poison Linghu Chong was suffering from or how to cure him. Little did she know that the "Strange Aphrodisiac Powder" had no antidote; only sexual intercourse with a man could relieve the pain. Suddenly, Linghu Chong, with unexpected strength, grabbed Lan Fenghuang and pulled her into a tight embrace. Lan Fenghuang was shocked.
"Young Master Linghu, calm down! Let me go!"
Linghu Chong roared like a wild beast, completely ignoring Lan Fenghuang's pleas. Lan Fenghuang knew that Linghu Chong had lost his mind and that only by restraining his acupoints would he stop. However, Linghu Chong's arms were like iron rings, holding her tightly. How could she subdue him when her hands were immobilized?
Linghu Chong began to lightly lick her cheek with his tongue. Lan Fenghuang was so anxious she was about to cry. Although she was usually promiscuous, she was still a virgin, and no man had ever touched her body like this before.
Linghu Chong's arm began to relax, and Lan Fenghuang seized the opportunity to slap him away. She took out a poisoned needle coated with anesthetic from her bosom and shot it at Linghu Chong. However, although Linghu Chong was not fully conscious, he still reacted and caught the needle, reflecting it back at Lan Fenghuang. Lan Fenghuang couldn't dodge in time, and the needle struck her arm, causing her to fall to the ground. Linghu Chong picked her up and placed her on a smooth rock. Because Lan Fenghuang was often in contact with poisonous things, although the anesthetic on the needle was strong, it could only numb her whole body without making her faint. Seeing that Linghu Chong was about to violate her...
"No! Young Master Linghu, I beg you, please don't!"
Linghu Chong was no longer listening. With a forceful tear, he ripped off Lan Fenghuang's clothes, revealing a pair of round, firm breasts. He caressed them with obvious delight, and tears streamed down Lan Fenghuang's face. Ignoring her,
Linghu Chong removed her skirt and trousers. A strange light shone in his eyes; he seemed quite satisfied with the beautiful body before him, his hands roaming over Lan Fenghuang's flesh.
"Ah...no...Young Master Linghu...don't touch there...ah..."
"It hurts...don't lick it...ah...it's so itchy..."
Linghu Chong took off all his clothes, revealing his already erect penis. Seeing Linghu Chong's fierce penis, Lan Fenghuang knew she was about to lose her most precious virginity, and tears streamed down her face.
Linghu Chong approached and gently opened the gates of her virginity. Lan Fenghuang felt something hard and hot being inserted into her sensitive area. With a forceful thrust, Lan Fenghuang felt a tearing pain.
"Ugh...it hurts...ugh...Young Master Linghu...no!"
The Miao woman's figure was naturally more robust than the He family woman's, with more elastic muscles. Linghu Chong felt his penis being enveloped by a warm and elastic vaginal opening.
"Oh...so good...your pussy is so tight...it feels so good to grip my big cock."
"Ugh...it hurts...don't be so rough...my pussy...it hurts so much from being fucked." "
Don't worry, little sister, let me help you relieve the pain, you'll be in ecstasy soon."
Linghu Chong pulled out his penis and gently licked Lan Fenghuang's newly deflowered flower bud with his tongue. Linghu Chong's tongue, like a nimble snake, darted into the juicy flower bud, gently licking the flesh that had just been ravaged. Lan Fenghuang felt the tearing pain in her body slowly disappear, replaced by an itchy sensation.
"Good brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, but my pussy is getting itchier and itchier, it's almost itching my heart."
"Ah...it's so itchy...um...good brother, use your penis...help me stop the itch."
Linghu Chong inserted his penis again, and Lan Fenghuang was now able to enjoy the pleasure of intercourse. Linghu Chong worked even harder to cultivate and develop this virgin territory on Lan Fenghuang's body, and the small cave was filled with lewd sounds.
"Ah...um...harder...um...fuck me harder...ah"
"Hmph...good brother...I love your big cock so much...ah...ah"
"Okay...um...from now on...I want big cock brother...to fuck my pussy every day."
At this time, Linghu Chong's mind had recovered somewhat, but the lust in his body had not been extinguished, and he could only release it on Lan Fenghuang's body.
"Good girl, your dear brother is fucking you so good, isn't it?"
"My dear brother is fucking me so good... ah... don't stop... harder."
"Ah... ah... brother is fucking me right to the core... ah... I'm going to heaven... ah..."
The two finally couldn't hold back and reached their climax, their penises ejaculating simultaneously, temporarily relieving Linghu Chong's pain. After this intense intercourse, the two finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.
Inside the dungeon of Wuse Temple, Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin and Daoist Qingxu of Wudang were seriously injured and fell unconscious after being struck by Lin Pingzhi. They didn't know how much time had passed before they finally woke up and found themselves imprisoned, with less than half of their martial arts strength remaining. They could only wait for Tian Boguang to notify the leaders of the two sects to bring reinforcements.
One day, as the two were quietly healing their injuries, Lin Pingzhi opened the cell door and walked in. Lin Pingzhi smiled and said, "How have you two been these past few days?"
Fang Sheng and Qingxu did not answer. Lin Pingzhi said, "It seems our sect has been negligent in its communication. Today, I'm presenting you with a gift, and I hope you will enjoy it."
Lin Pingzhi clapped his hands twice, and a woman dressed in a thin veil with a seductive expression walked in. Fang Sheng was shocked and exclaimed, "Madam Linghu!"
Qingxu angrily said, "Lin Pingzhi, what trick are you playing?"
Lin Pingzhi laughed and said, "Nothing! I just saw that you two were too bored here, so I found someone to serve you. You two can enjoy yourselves! Her skill in serving men is first-rate, haha..."
After Lin Pingzhi left, Yingying swayed her slender waist and danced gracefully. As she danced, the fragrance wafted from her body, and Fang Sheng and Qingxu couldn't help but feel a flutter in their hearts.
Fang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "No!"
This was the Heavenly Demon Dance of an evil cult. The two quickly steadied their minds and focused their energy. They saw Yingying's hands caressing her skin, and waves of soul-stirring moans reached their ears. Their concentration had been greatly weakened by their injuries, and they couldn't help but open their eyes and glance at Yingying.
Yingying revealed her snow-white thighs, her watery eyes smiling seductively at the two men. A wave of heat instantly washed over them. Fang Sheng and Qingxu knew that if they lost control even slightly, they would commit a disgraceful act.
Fortunately, their meditation skills were quite profound, allowing them to barely maintain their composure. In the adjacent secret chamber, Lin Pingzhi was watching this spectacle through the "magic mirror."
He laughed wildly, "You two old geezers have quite the willpower! I'll see how long you can endure this, ha…" Inside the
dungeon,
Yingying, under the influence of the "Bewitching Art," had lost her true nature and was now using the "Heavenly Demon Dance" to seduce Fang Sheng and Qingxu, who were imprisoned there. Yingying approached Qingxu like a water snake, the fragrance emanating from her body making it impossible for the two to concentrate on their meditation.
Yingying removed her thin veil, revealing smooth, delicate skin. The two men were immediately drawn to her. She wore only a bright red bodice, and her full breasts swayed with her dance, seemingly about to leap out. Even Fang
Sheng and Qingxu, with their strong willpower, were consumed by lust, their eyes bloodshot, feeling the fire burning in their groins. Yingying's dance intensified, and her bodice fell away, revealing a pair of full, firm, and snow-white breasts. The dungeon lights illuminated her alluring body, creating a tempting scene.
Fang Sheng and Qingxu felt as if they were trapped in a furnace, desperately wanting to pull the woman into their arms and rape her to release their pent-up desire. However, the last vestige of their conscience told them against it.
Yingying moved closer to Qingxu, her jade-like hands encircling his neck. Qingxu felt a fragrant, hot, and soft body pressed against his chest; he smelled Yingying's scent, heard her soft panting, and saw her alluring flesh.
Qingxu's internal strength was already inferior to Fang Sheng's, and he could no longer restrain himself. He roared, his clothes shattering in the process.
Qingxu grabbed Yingying and forcefully sucked on her breasts.
Fang Sheng exclaimed, "Brother, you mustn't!"
Qingxu ignored him, pushing Yingying to the ground and thrusting his hot, hard penis into her from behind. Qingxu fucked Yingying violently like a madman, his hands gripping and pinching her beautiful, snow-white breasts. Yingying moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Mmm... Ah... Daoist Master, harder... Ah... That's right... Fuck me harder."
"You little slut! You little whore! You made me break my vows, I'm going to fuck you to death."
"Ah... Fuck me as hard as you can... Ah... Hurry up... Master... You come too... Ah."
Fang Sheng could no longer hold back when he heard Yingying's moans. He shouted, "Buddha! Forgive your disciple!"
He quickly took off his monk's robe and joined in the intercourse. Fang Sheng placed his penis in front of Yingying. Yingying took it into her mouth as if it were a treasure. Her warm tongue sucked and licked the penis, sending Fang Sheng to a true world of bliss.
"Oh... Buddha has mercy... Ah... Ah..."
"Ah... What a sin... Ah..."
While raping Yingying, the two men were also able to confirm their enlightenment to each other. Yingying was being penetrated from both ends by two penises, her body feeling as if she were flying on clouds, enjoying herself immensely. Qingxu, after all, was experiencing the pleasures of a woman for the first time, and he ejaculated in the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, enjoying unprecedented pleasure. But Yingying seemed unsatisfied and spat out the penis Fang Sheng had taken from her mouth.
"My good lady, this humble monk hasn't had enough yet."
"My cunt is still itchy and can't stand it, hurry up and put your cock in."
"If I don't go to hell, who will! This humble monk is coming."
Fang Sheng raised his penis and thrust it into Yingying's vagina. Fang Sheng had never seen a woman's body before, and today, his penis struck for the first time, but it hit Yingying's anus.
Yingying cried out in pain, and Fang Sheng, without waiting for her reaction, began thrusting rapidly. It was the first time a foreign object had entered Yingying's anus, and compared to the pain of being deflowered by Linghu Chong on their wedding night, it was a completely different sensation. The feeling of Fang Sheng's penis being gripped by the anal walls was incredibly pleasurable.
"Hmph... Master, you're so amazing... You're making me feel both pain and itchiness... Ah..."
"Ah... Hurry up and fuck me inside... Ah..."
"Mrs. Linghu... Ah... From now on... I'll fuck you every day..."
"Mmm... My little cunt... I want Master to fuck it every day too... Ah..."
"Amitabha, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!"
"Ah... Master... This little slut is going to heaven... Ah... Ah..."
Fang Sheng felt a tingling numbness at the tip of his penis as his semen shot into Yingying's body.
After Fang Sheng withdrew his penis, Qing Xu had also recovered his breath, and his penis rose again to attack Yingying's vagina.
In the secret room, Lin Pingzhi watched as masters from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects took turns having sex with Yingying. Yingying had become like a bitch, willing to have sex with any man, regardless of appearance. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Linghu Chong! I really want to know what expression you'll have on your face when you see your wife being raped by someone you respect, haha..."
While Yingying was being raped by Fang Sheng and Qing Xu, Linghu Chong was on his way to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song to seek Master Fang Zheng's help to cure his lust poison. Along the way, whenever the poison flared up, Linghu Chong would have sex with Lan Fenghuang to relieve the pain.
After being deflowered by Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang was like a docile lamb, completely obedient to him. Initially, Lan Fenghuang was merely a woman for Linghu Chong to satisfy his lust, but after multiple encounters, Linghu Chong developed different feelings for her.
Lan Fenghuang possessed an alluring, wild beauty, a stark contrast to Yingying's gentle and refined nature. In particular, Lan Fenghuang was far more open about sexual matters than Yingying, even actively inviting Linghu Chong to try various sexual positions.
Linghu Chong was already captivated by this woman of wild beauty.
That day, the two were only a day's journey from Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. Seeing that it was getting late, Linghu Chong found an inn to spend the night. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock at the door. Opening it, he saw Lan Fenghuang standing gracefully in the doorway.
When Lan Fenghuang entered, she looked at Linghu Chong with a mournful gaze. Linghu Chong gently held her small hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lan Fenghuang suddenly threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and whispered, "Brother Linghu, let's not go to Shaolin Temple tomorrow, okay?"
Linghu Chong asked curiously, "Why?"
Lan Fenghuang said, "If Master Fangzheng cures the aphrodisiac in your body, I'm afraid you won't want me anymore. Why don't we leave the Central Plains and return to Miao territory, live happily ever after, and never care about the affairs of the martial world again?"
Linghu Chong released her hands and said, "I can't be so selfish. Yingying and many of my junior sisters from Hengshan are still in the hands of the enemy. How can I abandon them?" "I don't care about that. Besides, the Evil Lord's martial arts are astonishing. If we don't eliminate him, he will surely endanger the martial world. So please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request."
Lan Fenghuang said with disappointment and resentment in her eyes, "I know Miss Ren is your wife, and my position in your heart is naturally incomparable to hers."
Linghu Chong hugged her and said with great tenderness, "My little Fenghuang, don't worry. After these matters are resolved, I will find a way to settle you properly."
Lan Fenghuang kissed Linghu Chong lightly and said, "Brother Linghu, this is the last night we will spend together. After tomorrow, I will return to Miao territory. I will wait for you there. Let us cherish these last moments."
Lan Fenghuang removed all her clothes, revealing her tanned, healthy skin. Linghu Chong had seen it countless times over the past ten days, yet it still felt fresh to him.
Linghu Chong also stripped naked and lifted Lan Fenghuang onto the bed, tenderly caressing every inch of her skin. Lan Fenghuang's body writhed as if in response to his caresses.
Linghu Chong lifted her hips slightly, his erection poised to penetrate her. Unlike his usual frenzied thrusting, he moved slowly, as if treating his beloved wife. Lan Fenghuang felt an overwhelming sweetness, but the thought of their impending separation the next day, and the uncertainty of when they would meet again, brought tears to her eyes. Linghu Chong gently licked away her tears with boundless tenderness.
"My little phoenix, don't cry, my sweetheart."
"My dear brother, love me with all your might."
Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong kissed her breasts passionately while thrusting his penis in and out of her. Lan Fenghuang's reactions grew increasingly intense.
"My dear brother... my dear brother... don't forget me."
"Little phoenix... my sexy sister... I can't forget your alluring body."
"Ah... um... good... so comfortable... ah..."
"Um... ah... brother... I love you to death... ah..."
"Hmph... um... I'm going to... I'm going to heaven... ah..."
After their passion subsided, Linghu Chong held Lan Fenghuang as they fell asleep. The next morning, when Linghu Chong woke up, Lan Fenghuang was gone. He picked up a strand of hair that Lan Fenghuang had fallen onto the bed during their lovemaking the night before, and felt a deep sense of melancholy.
Linghu Chong finally arrived at Shaolin Temple. Because Tian Boguang had arrived several days earlier, Linghu Chong only now learned of the tragic deaths of Fang Sheng, Qingxu, Bujie, and the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, all of whom were actually Lin Pingzhi.
Linghu Chong sighed, "I never imagined Junior Brother Lin was alive and had mastered such martial arts. It seems he only seeks revenge on my wife and me."
Fang Zheng said, "Today's Lin Pingzhi is not what he used to be. According to Benefactor Tian, this young man has reached the level of controlling swords with his qi. It seems that apart from Young Hero Linghu and Elder Feng's 'Nine Swords of Dugu,' no one in the world can rival him."
Linghu Chong smiled bitterly, "My internal energy has been reduced to less than ten percent, and I'm also poisoned by a wicked aphrodisiac. Whenever it flares up, I can only relieve the pain by having intercourse with a woman."
Fang Zheng took Linghu Chong's pulse and found that he was indeed poisoned, but it shouldn't be life-threatening.
Fang Zheng pondered for a moment and then said to Linghu Chong, "It seems that only our sect's 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' can remove the strange poison from Young Master Linghu's body. However, the only person in the world who has mastered the 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' is my senior brother, Master Fang Wu. Forty years ago, Senior Brother Fang Wu went into seclusion to cultivate and stopped caring about worldly affairs. Whether he is willing to treat Young Master Linghu depends on fate."
So Fang Zheng led Linghu Chong to the "Bodhi Cave" behind the mountain. When the two reached the cave entrance, Fang Zheng was about to explain their purpose when a loud voice of true energy transmitted through the cave, saying, "I know why you've come. Junior brother, you should leave. I have my own plans."
Fang Zheng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, senior brother," and left Linghu Chong behind.
A voice from inside the cave said, "Young benefactor, please come in."
Linghu Chong felt a powerful internal force pulling him into the cave. The cave was pitch black and dark. A hand touched Linghu Chong's skull, praising, "Not bad! Truly a rare martial arts prodigy. My divine skill finally has a successor."
Linghu Chong felt a powerful internal force flow from the top of his head into his body, gradually gathering his scattered true energy. Master
Qifang
Wu was using the Marrow Cleansing Classic to heal Linghu Chong and expel the poison. Linghu Chong felt a warm, thick true energy circulating within him. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the poison within him turned into black sweat, forced out by the internal force, and his lost internal energy gradually recovered.
Just as Linghu Chong felt as if he were bathed in warm sunlight, he suddenly sensed something was wrong and tried to pull away from Fang Wu's hand. Fang Wu then transmitted his voice to his ear using internal force.
"Quickly clear your mind and focus your energy, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain."
Linghu Chong reluctantly complied. Fang Wu pressed his other hand against Linghu Chong's back, and a powerful surge of internal energy flowed into Linghu Chong's body. The internal energy circulated faster and faster, and Linghu Chong felt that his body was filled with true energy far exceeding what he had before his injury. However, he knew that Master Fang Wu was transferring his own internal energy to him, and he would soon die from exhaustion. But at this critical moment, he could not move and could only worry helplessly.
In the dungeon of Wuse Nunnery, Fang Sheng and Qingxu, after days of frenzied lovemaking with Yingying, were almost completely exhausted. Yingying, on the other hand, showed no signs of fatigue and seemed even more energetic. The two were no longer able to meet Yingying's needs.
That day, Lin Pingzhi came in to observe and said with a smile, "It seems that you two are quite satisfied with the woman I sent you, which is why you have been making love day and night. How are you feeling now?"
Fang Sheng and Qingxu were too weak to answer.
Lin Pingzhi laughed, "I'll be leaving Hengshan in a few days. I'll be taking Lady Linghu with me, but don't worry, I'll leave these Hengshan disciples here for you two to enjoy. Their skills aren't bad either, haha..."
The two watched Lin Pingzhi leave, lying helplessly on the ground.
Inside the secret chamber, Lin Pingzhi was having intercourse with Yingying. Over the past few days, Yingying had absorbed all the essence of Fang Sheng and Qingxu, and Lin Pingzhi was now transferring that essence into his own body. Yingying sat on Lin Pingzhi in the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position.
The two had been intercourse for over an hour. Yingying's skin was covered in sweat, radiating an eerie glow in the candlelight. A look of pleasure appeared on Yingying's face. Since Yingying was under Lin Pingzhi's bewitching spell, her sexual desire far exceeded that of ordinary people, making her a complete harlot who would be violated by anyone, allowing Lin Pingzhi to humiliate her in every way.
In Lin Pingzhi's mind, each time he raped Yingying, he felt a greater sense of pleasure. He considered it his greatest achievement to have two top masters from Shaolin and Wudang defile her. He wondered if Yingying, when she regained consciousness and learned that she had slept with the respected elders she admired, would still have the face to face Linghu Chong. Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Lin Pingzhi's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and forcefully grab Yingying's full breasts.
"Little slut, is it good for me to fuck you?"
"Mmm… Master… Ah… Divine skill is the best in the world… I feel so good…"
"Heh… In a few days, I'll take you on a long expedition to Shaolin. You'll have a hard time along the way."
"Ah...fuck me...humph...harder...ah..."
Lin Pingzhi lewdly laughed, "You slutty bitch, in every town we go on the road, I'll make you act as a free whore to be raped. By the time we get to Shaolin, at least a few hundred men have slept with you. Let's see if Linghu Chong will still want you when he finds out.
" Yingying moaned, "Hmm...I am my master's slave...ah...what does my master want me to do...I will do it."
Lin Pingzhi lewdly laughed, "Good little slut, now I'll send you to heaven."
After saying that, Lin Pingzhi began to thrust his huge penis upwards with force, penetrating the deepest part of Yingying's vagina with each thrust. After hundreds of thrusts, Yingying finally couldn't withstand the intense impact, and her vaginal fluids gushed out and were absorbed by Lin Pingzhi. Yingying also collapsed from exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
After absorbing Ying's Yin essence, Lin Pingzhi channeled his inner energy to transform the essence of Zhong Fang Sheng and Qing Xu into his own. After completing his energy cultivation, Lin Pingzhi left the secret chamber and came to the main hall.
Upon seeing Lin Pingzhi's arrival, his six subordinates rose to greet him. Lin Pingzhi addressed them, saying, "You have all followed me for some time now. Previously, my divine skills were not yet fully developed, which is why I had to keep you here with me. Today, my divine skills are about to be perfected. In half a month, I will go to Shaolin to challenge the leaders of both Shaolin and Wudang. At that time, the 'Heavenly Evil Cult' will become famous throughout the world and unify the martial arts world, and you will all enjoy wealth and glory."
The men cheered in unison, "Our cult leader's divine skills are invincible. We will definitely serve you to the death to complete our cult's hegemony."
Lin Pingzhi said, "I still need two days to cultivate. Ximen An, you write the letter of challenge and send it to Shaolin immediately. The rest of you, wait until I emerge from seclusion to attack Shaolin."
The men obeyed his orders, while Lin Pingzhi went into seclusion to cultivate.
Six hours had passed since Linghu Chong received Fang Wu's transmission of his internal energy. Linghu Chong felt that the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing within his body was gradually merging with the internal energy of the Xi Sui Jing that Fang Wu had infused into his body. His internal energy circulated rapidly throughout his body. Linghu Chong felt that the abundant internal energy within his body had reached a point where he had to
release it. With a loud shout, Linghu Chong unleashed his internal energy, which blasted Fang Wu back five zhang away. After getting up, Linghu Chong hurriedly went forward to check on Fang Wu. He saw that Fang Wu's breathing was weak. Linghu Chong pressed on Fang Wu's dantian and slowly sent internal energy into him. After a while, Fang Wu finally woke up. Linghu Chong knelt before Fang Wu and said, "Thank you, Master, for healing my poison and transferring your inner strength to me. I will never forget this kindness."
Fang Wu said weakly, "Please rise, young benefactor. It was purely by chance that I was able to pass on my skills to you today. Otherwise, my decades of hard work would have been in vain."
Linghu Chong asked, "Why do you say that, Master?"
Fang Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Ten years ago, I created a martial art, which caused all my meridians to become disordered. Although I have cleared the meridians in my upper body in the past few years, look." Fang
Wu revealed his legs, and Linghu Chong was shocked. It turned out that Fang Wu's legs had not been able to circulate blood and qi for ten years, and his legs had withered like dry firewood and could no longer walk. Linghu Chong felt saddened after seeing this.
Fang Wu laughed, "Don't be sad for me. Perhaps this misfortune has turned into a blessing in disguise, allowing me to reach a new level of martial arts."
After speaking, Fang Wu coughed incessantly. Linghu Chong quickly said, "Please stop talking and rest."
Fang Wu sighed, "I know my lifespan is nearing its end. Young benefactor, could you grant me a favor?"
Linghu Chong said, "Master, please give me whatever you need. I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life."
Fang Wu said, "I have spent ten years painstakingly creating the 'Zen Dao Heart Sword' martial art. I hope you can master it." "This skill slays demons and monsters, bringing blessings to all living beings. Let's prevent this skill from being buried here."
Linghu Chong said, "But I am not a Shaolin disciple, so how can I learn this skill?"
Fang Wu smiled and said, "Buddha saves those who are destined. It is your destiny to receive my power, so why be bound by sectarian prejudices? Besides, the enemy you are about to face is not an ordinary demon. If you do not strengthen yourself, how can you defeat the enemy?"
Fang Wu's tone grew softer and softer, and Linghu Chong knew that his vital energy was gradually dissipating. Just
as Linghu Chong was about to channel his inner energy into him again, Fang Wu shook his head and said, "This old monk knows his time is near, young benefactor, you need not worry about me. I hope you will remember my words and work for the benefit of the martial world. Amitabha..."
Fang Wu closed his eyes and said no more. Linghu Chong said softly, "Master! What's wrong?"
He called Fang Wu three times, but there was still no response. Linghu Chong reached out and checked his breath and found that Fang Wu had passed away. Linghu Chong knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
Fang Zheng entered and, upon seeing Fang Wu's passing, sighed, "Amitabha! My senior brother was able to fulfill his wish before his death; young hero Linghu, you should be happy for him."
Linghu Chong said sadly, "Master Fang Wu died because of me; I cannot shirk my responsibility."
Fang Zheng sighed, "This is fate. Young hero Linghu, you should heed your senior brother Fang Wu's last wish and practice martial arts to defeat Lin Pingzhi and rescue the imprisoned people. As for your senior brother Fang Wu's funeral arrangements, leave them to this old man. You can practice your skills here in peace."
After Fang Zheng had Fang Wu's body moved away, Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and entered the inner cave. He saw many characters the size of copper coins carved on the stone wall. Under the candlelight, the four large characters "Zen, Dao, Xin, Jian" appeared before him. He continued to read.
"All martial arts in the world generate power from qi, and then use power to defeat the enemy. But they don't know that even the strongest qi will eventually be exhausted. Therefore, I have pondered for more than ten years and created a unique martial art called 'Zen Dao Heart Sword'. A sword can cut through qi and lose its power, but the power of the heart can still exert its maximum power as long as there is still a breath left. It is a pity that most people cannot understand this principle and give full play to the hidden power of their hearts. If they can make good use of it, it can surpass any divine weapon in the world. It can cut through the air and cut through qi and do nothing..."
Linghu Chong couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. The Zen Dao Heart Sword on the wall was more magical than any martial art he had learned before. To deal with Lin Pingzhi's demonic power, he really needed to use such a martial art to resist. Linghu Chong calmed his mind and began to prepare to practice the Zen Dao Heart Sword on the wall.
Two days later, Lin Pingzhi's cultivation of the "Evil Fire Body" was about to be completed. In the dungeon of Plum Manor, Lin Pingzhi obtained the "Heavenly Evil Secret Record," a legacy of the Heavenly Evil Supreme, which contained five ultimate techniques: "Void Manipulation," "Mind-Bending Technique," "Yin-Yang Secret Method," "Purgatory Claw," and the strongest, the "Evil Fire Body."
The Evil Fire Body was divided into three levels: crimson flame, blue flame, and purple flame. Originally, Lin Pingzhi could have cultivated the Evil Fire Body to the highest level, the purple flame level, with the help of the "Primordial Spirit Pearl." However, he had already consumed a lot of the Primordial Spirit Pearl's internal energy while cultivating the Rebirth Technique, so he could only reach the blue flame level. But recently, after absorbing the internal energy of Linghu Chong, Fang Sheng, and Qingxu, Lin Pingzhi's power had advanced to another level. At this moment, red flames emanated from Lin Pingzhi's body, which slowly turned into blue flames. Then, with a loud shout, the blue flames on his body turned into purple flames.
Lin Pingzhi leaped out of the door, and his six subordinates only saw a purple flame shoot from inside the door straight out of the temple. With a loud bang, a ten-foot-deep crater was blasted into the mountain wall outside the Wuse Temple.
Lin Pingzhi stood in front of the mountain wall admiring his masterpiece, and his subordinates congratulated him, "Congratulations, Master, on mastering your divine skill!"
Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "With this skill, who in the world can rival me? You all prepare immediately for my attack on Shaolin, ha..."
On the third day of Linghu Chong's practice of the Zen Dao Heart Sword, Fang Zheng received Lin Pingzhi's challenge and couldn't help but worry. At this time, the Wudang Sect Leader Chongxu also brought more than a dozen disciples to Shaolin.
Fang Zheng was overjoyed to see Chongxu arrive. He said, "Brother, you've come at the perfect time. You can certainly lend me a hand."
Chongxu read Lin Pingzhi's challenge and sighed, "I never imagined that in just a few months, this boy would have developed such profound martial arts skills, even capturing Junior Brother Qingxu and Master Fang Sheng."
Fang Zheng said, "This man is ruthless and leads a group of highly skilled thugs. His audacity in challenging our sect suggests he is well-prepared." "I fear this ancient temple will soon be stained with blood."
Chongxu laughed and said, "Abbot, there is no need to worry too much. Shaolin and Wudang are one family. Now that Shaolin is in trouble, how can Wudang sit idly by? This humble Taoist will lead his disciples to help fight the enemy."
Fangzheng said, "Amitabha! This old monk thanks you in advance. Now I can only hope that Young Hero Linghu can comprehend the legacy of Senior Brother Fangwu as soon as possible and fight against the evil demons with us. Alas..."
Lan Fenghuang had been depressed ever since she left Linghu Chong. Whenever she thought of the love she had shared with Linghu Chong during the night, she felt even more distressed. On this day, she arrived at a small town on the border of Henan and Hebei. At noon, Lan Fenghuang was resting in an inn when she suddenly heard two people talking at the next table.
"Hey... Old Huang, have you ever played with a prostitute for free?"
"Old Zhang, stop lying.
There's no such thing as a free lunch." "But there is! The Xinghua Brothel in town has been booked out, and there's a prostitute from out of town who's free to play with."
"Really? That prostitute must be old and ugly, right?"
"Hey...you're wrong. That girl is in her early twenties, as beautiful as a fairy, with skin so fair and tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it. Especially her passion in bed, I guarantee you'll want to do it again after you've done it once."
"Hey...hearing you say that, I really want to try it out. But who is so rich as to book the entire Xinghua Pavilion?"
"That group of people is really strange. There are monks, Taoists, scholars, and even a wanderer carrying two swords. I only heard that they came from Hengshan."
After hearing this, Lan Fenghuang thought to herself, could it be that the group of villains who occupied Hengshan? Maybe we can find out Yingying's whereabouts here.
After leaving the inn, Lan Fenghuang inquired about the location of Xinghua Tower. Upon arriving, she found the entrance crowded with twenty or thirty men of all ages. Lan Fenghuang leaped through the back door and heard sounds of a man and woman making love coming from inside. She blushed, but determined to find Yingying, she reluctantly poked a hole in the paper window. Inside, a fat man, around forty years old, was raising the legs of a woman on the bed, forcefully thrusting a dark, thick penis into her vagina. The woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely, moaning incessantly.
"Mmm…faster…fuck me harder…ah…"
"You slut, I've been with many women, but I've never seen one as wanton as you."
"Ah…I want a big cock to fuck me…hum…ah…"
The woman writhed wildly, her long hair falling loose to reveal her face. Lan Fenghuang was shocked. This woman was none other than the revered Holy Maiden Ren Yingying, now transformed into a wanton and seductive woman, allowing this repulsive man to fondle her snow-white body.
Lan Fenghuang could no longer restrain herself and burst through the window. The middle-aged fat man, caught in the throes of pleasure, was startled when a Miao woman appeared before him with an angry expression. Without a word, Lan Fenghuang unleashed a hidden needle from her sleeve, striking the fat man who collapsed before he could even react.
Lan Fenghuang grabbed Yingying, saying, "Holy Maiden, come with me!"
Yingying smiled seductively, "Who are you, sister?"
Lan Fenghuang frowned, guessing that Yingying must be under a spell to not recognize her. She then pressed Yingying's pressure points to put her to sleep, wrapped her in a sheet, and leaped out the window.
Just as Lan Fenghuang was carrying the unconscious Yingying and about to leave Xinghua Tower, she heard a sinister laugh behind her: "How dare you save someone from my hands!"
Startled, Lan Fenghuang didn't turn around and immediately released Five Poisons Smoke to rush towards the door. Just as she reached the door, a ghostly figure appeared before her. Ignoring who it was, Lan Fenghuang gathered all her strength and struck the person with both palms. The person didn't move, and the powerful force rebounded, sending her flying three zhang away. Lan Fenghuang felt excruciating pain in her wrists; the rebounding force had broken her wrist bones.
The newcomer sneered, "Truly overestimating yourself, asking for trouble. You are Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect. You were the one who rescued Linghu Chong at Hengshan that day, weren't you?"
Lan Fenghuang was shocked upon recognizing the newcomer; it was none other than Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi said, "That day, Linghu Chong was afflicted with aphrodisiac poison. Without a woman to have intercourse with him, his blood vessels would surely burst, causing him to die. You were the one who took Linghu Chong away that day, presumably to alleviate his suffering from the aphrodisiac poison, right?"
Lan Fenghuang answered painfully, "That's right! When Brother Linghu was poisoned, I willingly offered myself to save him."
Lin Pingzhi lewdly chuckled, "Looks like Linghu Chong has quite the luck with women! Heh… All those who…" "I'll make all of Linghu Chong's women extremely happy. You've delivered yourself to my door today, so don't blame me."
Lan Fenghuang said in fear, "You... what do you want to do?"
Lin Pingzhi lewdly said, "You used poison on me just now, now it's my turn to return the favor."
Lan Fenghuang tried to escape in pain, but she saw a ball of white mist in Lin Pingzhi's hand scattering in the wind. A strange fragrance entered Lan Fenghuang's brain through her nostrils. Lan Fenghuang felt as if dozens of hands were caressing her skin. A blazing fire burned all over her body, and the scene of her past lovemaking with Linghu Chong appeared before her eyes again.
Lin Pingzhi lewdly said, "In a moment, you'll become as lewd as Linghu Chong's wife, just as thirsty for men. But don't worry, I won't do it to you myself. There's a bunch of men waiting outside to have sex with Linghu Chong's wife. You're Linghu Chong's woman too, so I'll let you share some of the burden, ha..."
Lin Pingzhi ordered the people waiting outside to split into two groups to rape Yingying and Lan Fenghuang.
Some impatient men rushed forward in groups of four or five, tearing Lan Fenghuang's clothes to shreds in an instant. Some men even pulled down their pants and hurriedly found positions to attack.
In a short while, Lan Fenghuang and Yingying's vaginas, anuses, and mouths were filled with hard penises. Some men who couldn't get any also greedily sucked and kissed every inch of the two beauties' skin. As soon as one man ejaculated, the other man's penis would immediately penetrate. Their vaginas were never free for a moment. After an hour, more than twenty men had raped the two women, and the number of people waiting outside was increasing.
Lin Pingzhi, watching the two being gang-raped, grinned wickedly and said, "Linghu Chong, after your women have been raped by hundreds of men, I'll take them to Shaolin. When you know the truth, let's see how you face the heroes of the world, ha..."
Seven days later, Lin Pingzhi led his men to Mount Song. Shaolin Temple had already received intelligence, and the elite masters of the Shaolin Dharma Hall and Arhat Hall were all dispatched.
Wudang Sect Leader Chongxu also led his seven disciples, ready for battle. Half an hour later, Lin Pingzhi's eight-man sedan chair and his men finally arrived at the Shaolin Temple gate. At Fangzheng's command, the Shaolin monks had already surrounded Lin Pingzhi's sedan chair.
Could the many masters of Shaolin Temple defeat Lin Pingzhi? Would Linghu Chong be able to master the "Zen Heart Sword" in time? To be continued...

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