Peach blossoms after the rain

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After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (Part 1)

Wu Kun, perched on a treetop, glared hatefully at the chaotic scene at the Liu residence below.

That fat Liu had really had enough of living, daring to report me to the authorities—he really didn't take me, "Blood Knife" Wu Kun, seriously! Those few fattened soldiers weren't even worth a damn hair. Trying to arrest me? Fuck!

"Little bitch, your old man doesn't want you anymore," Wu Kun sneered at the woman lying across the branch, then grabbed her breasts and began to knead them.

Miss Liu had been abducted from her boudoir after being acupunctured, wearing only a thin, gossamer-like veil. Now, perched precariously on the branch, her fair skin radiant, as gentle as moonlight filtering through green leaves. She stared in terror at the murderous man, her beautiful face drained of color.

"Damn! This little bitch is known as the most beautiful woman in Shaoxing. Her flesh is so tender and smooth, it feels so good to touch..." Wu Kun leered as he wrapped his arm around Miss Liu's waist, then casually lifted her knees and probed along her rounded thighs toward the girl's crotch.

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Wu Kun: Thirty-one years old, a notorious thief, skilled with a single-edged sword. Ruthless and cruel, he robs for money and women, often leaving no survivors; he is known in the underworld as "Blood Blade."

Fatty Liu: Master Liu of Liu Family Village, one of the wealthiest men in Shaoxing Prefecture, with immense wealth and a reputation for philanthropy.

Miss Liu: Seventeen years old, Master Liu's beloved daughter, skilled in poetry and painting, beautiful and talented, and still unmarried due to her father's doting love.

Three days ago, Wu Kun sent a letter to the Liu family, claiming he wanted to borrow a thousand taels of gold. Master Liu, who had always been on good terms with the government, immediately reported the matter to the authorities and borrowed dozens of soldiers to guard the area. Unexpectedly, this only angered the ruthless Wu Kun. Wu Kun immediately infiltrated Liu Family Village, kidnapped Miss Liu, and wanted to show Master Liu his methods.

News of the young lady's disappearance had already spread, and hundreds of servants and soldiers, with candles and torches, brandishing guns and clubs, caused chaos in Liu Family Village. The main hall of the Liu mansion was brightly lit. Master Liu paced anxiously on the steps, while Madam Liu sat in the hall, weeping incessantly.

No one noticed that atop the large tree in front of the main hall, which required three people to encircle, two figures were lurking.

Miss Liu's bright eyes were filled with terror. She lived a secluded life, rarely interacting with outsiders except for a few maids and nannies. Now, suddenly being abducted to the treetop by a thug, she was terrified, her face pale. Even if her pressure points weren't sealed, she probably wouldn't be able to scream.

Smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from the young woman, Wu Kun was overcome with lust. He swung his knife at the tree trunk, using his free hand to tear off the light veil covering Miss Zheng's body, which was then entangled in the branches.

"You little slut, those breasts aren't small!" Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with a beastly light. He opened his palm and grabbed her breasts hard, leaving five bright red finger marks on her snow-white, fragrant breasts.

Miss Liu cried out in pain, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Startled, her breasts tensed, her pink nipples hardening and erect, like two delicate buds.

Wu Kun threw her onto a waist-high branch and spread her legs. Miss Liu's vulva was exposed, her fair mons pubis high and covered with a layer of soft hair. Her secret place was tightly clenched into a thin slit, with two small, petal-like red labia peeking out from the middle.

"Whoever finds the young lady will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!" The hoarse shouts of Master Liu could be faintly heard.

Wu Kun chuckled maliciously and slapped Miss Liu's vulva. "I'll take this thousand taels of gold!"

He grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide, then thrust his hips forward, his thick, long penis pressing against her virgin vulva. He snarled, "You little bitch, your old man owes me a thousand taels of gold, you can pay it back with your cunt."

Miss Liu's waist was draped over a branch, her upper body drooping, her limp arms hanging weakly at her sides, her glossy black hair cascading down, tangled in the dense foliage. Her secret place, never before touched, was suddenly pressed against by a hot, hard object, and the girl trembled slightly with nervousness.

The dark penis pushed in with a little force, squeezing into her soft, tender flesh. The lamplight below shone through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on Miss Liu's jade-like body, creating a shimmering, snow-white glow.

Wu Kun grinned smugly at the bewildered Liu, the wealthy man, under the tree, and said, "Hey, Liu, I'm going to fuck your daughter!" With a "heh," his glans pierced the delicate membrane, entering the girl's tight, warm vagina. Miss Liu felt a sharp pain in her lower body, as if an iron rod had pierced her. She realized her virginity had been taken, and tears streamed down her face, overwhelmed with grief.

"This cunt is fucking tight." Wu Kun pulled his penis out halfway, then thrust forward, parting the vaginal walls and slamming it into the very end of the vagina, his lower abdomen slamming against the girl's fair mons pubis.

"It feels so good!" Wu Kun chuckled as he withdrew his penis, and the virgin's blood immediately spurted from the opening. His entire penis was stained crimson, as if a blood-soaked rod had been pulled from Miss Liu's tender body. Crimson blood trickled down the rounded curves of her snow-white buttocks, dripping onto the lush foliage.

Wu Kun showed no mercy, ignoring the fact that the young woman beneath him had just been deflowered, and began to thrust wildly. He held the girl's waist and hips, his penis pumping wildly in and out of her tender flesh, withdrawing completely each time before plunging in again. Miss Liu's lower body gushed blood like a fountain, ravaged and brutally violated, leaving her feeling like she was dying. Her body felt as if it had been severed at the waist, her entire abdomen as if it had been pounded to pieces by his penis. Through the leaves, her father's anxious face was clearly visible; she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Pleasure! Pleasure!" Wu Kun chuckled maniacally, then slapped his hand, releasing the pressure points on Miss Liu's waist. Her two slender legs immediately clamped tightly around his waist, then quickly separated, struggling violently.

The smooth, delicate skin on her inner thighs felt incredibly pleasurable against his skin. In her struggles, her slender feet occasionally kicked at tree branches. But no one noticed the slight movement of the branches several meters above, much less imagined that the young lady they were searching for was being raped right above their heads.

The delicate girl, exhausted, gradually calmed her futile struggles, only twitching slightly when the penis entered.

"Damn it! Playing dead?" Wu Kun pinched her bleeding vulva. "Move!"

The ravaged vagina contracted slightly, gripping the penis, but her limbs remained still. Wu Kun thrust forcefully, pressing down on the girl's waist and abdomen, then bent down and stretched out his arms, grabbing Miss Liu's nipples and forcefully pulling her upper body up. Her round, tender breasts were stretched thin and long, like jade cones, the pink nipples flattened between the thief's fingers.

Miss Liu's eyes were red and swollen, her pretty face contorted in pain. Wu Kun released his grip, one breast immediately bounced back to its original spherical shape, while the other, supporting the weight of her entire upper body, was stretched even thinner, the nipple almost snapping off. She wisely raised her legs, wrapping them around the thug's waist to ease the pain in her breasts.

Wu Kun used all ten fingers to twist and play with her slippery breasts, soon making them red and swollen. Her limbs hung limply, like an innocent lamb, at his mercy.

Wu Kun suddenly thrust his hips, his lower abdomen pressing flat against her soft mons pubis, then his penis throbbed, ejaculating deeply into the girl's sacred womb.

The Liu mansion remained as noisy as ever, servants and soldiers rushing to the steps, each bringing only one message: "Miss has not been found."

His daughter had been missing for an hour, what if... what if... Master Liu was in a panic, his hands trembling, unsure what to do.

Miss Liu's supple waist was propped up on the branch, her jade gate high, blood mixed with semen flowing from her bloodied and mangled vulva. A beautiful young woman in the prime of her life was thus violated. Her eyes widened blankly, filled with despair, as she thought: How could she ever face her parents again?

Wu Kun shook his limp penis, smearing the remaining semen on the tender flesh between the girl's legs. Gazing at the girl's delicate body, a cruel smile appeared on the thug's face. "Little bitch, I'm fucking you good, aren't I? It'll get even better in a bit—I'll make sure that fat bastard surnamed Liu never forgets me, 'Blood Knife' Wu Kun!"

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Wu Kun picked up a thick, slanted branch, chopped off all the leaves and twigs with his gruesome knife, then measured it, trimmed off the tip, leaving only a three-foot-long, smooth section of trunk. He then whittled the cut into a sharp, four-sided wedge. Miss Liu watched his actions blankly, unsure of this ruthless man's intentions.

Wu Kun wrapped the broken branch in the light gauze, threw it onto a branch, then picked up the girl. "Little bitch, I'm going to put your cunt on this, let everyone see the pretty face of the Liu family's daughter dying with her cunt exposed. Fuck, you dare mess with me!"

Miss Liu was stunned for a moment, then understood and immediately began to struggle frantically. Her red lips opened and closed silently, her beautiful eyes revealing a pleading look. Even in death, such a death would bring an indelible humiliation to her family.

The intertwined branches varied in thickness, yet Wu Kun stood upon them as if walking on flat ground. The girl's struggles and pleas only fueled his sadistic impulses. He held Miss Liu in his arms, supporting her knees with both hands, spreading her legs as if holding a baby to urinate, aiming his bleeding vulva at the tip of the branch, and slowly pushing it out.

Miss Liu's upper body was half-lying in Wu Kun's arms, her fair legs twisting desperately. But she was just a weak woman, how could she resist the infamous "Blood Knife" Wu Kun? Her throbbing secret place suddenly felt a coolness, already touching the tip of the branch. The wooden wedge, covered in tree sap, entered her vagina, immediately stained red with blood. Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, his fingers gripping her snow-white legs like iron hoops, as steady as a rock. The wooden wedge was about three inches long, the delicate petals just beginning to bloom, stretched into a square by the hard edges. Above the flattened vulva, a small bud, as smooth as red jade, was extremely alluring.

The flesh in his hands sank slightly, the tip of the branch had reached its limit. The three-foot-long branch had only entered five inches, and the vaginal opening was already completely filled. The branch wedged into her vagina was as thick as a child's arm, even the curled petals were being pulled further inside by the bark.

"This little bitch's cunt's really strong..."

Her smooth, jade-like body convulsed, her vaginal opening contracting in agony like a small mouth, tightening again and again, trying to stop the foreign object from entering. This futile struggle, transmitted to Wu Kun's hands, turned into waves of pleasurable tremors. He deliberately held Miss Liu's snowy buttocks and rotated them left and right, letting the sharp edge of the branch churn the girl's tender vagina to shreds, before pressing down.

The wooden wedge easily tore through her flower core, plunging straight into her uterus. Blood gushed from between Miss Liu's thighs, the semen that had just been ejaculated was squeezed out. Her red lips parted wide, her snow-white throat straining upwards, emitting a gasping wail.

"How does it feel to have your cunt pierced?" Wu Kun grinned maliciously close to Miss Liu's ear, pushing hard, the branch piercing through the uterine wall and entering deep into her abdominal cavity.

Wu Kun released his hand, releasing all the other acupoints except for Miss Liu's mute acupoint. Miss Liu immediately squeezed her legs together, tightly gripping the branch, her slender hands covering her abdomen. Blood splattered from her vulva

, pierced by the branch, her beautiful face contorted in agony, a pitiful sight. Wu Kun admired her for a moment, then, seeing her stuck on the branch, he twisted her wrists and pushed them above her head. Miss Liu raised her arms high, writhing like a mermaid on the branch. The excruciating pain weakened her legs, making it impossible for her to grip the blood-soaked trunk. As she writhed, the rough bark dug deeper between her thighs, splitting her two snow-white buttocks.

Master Liu paced frantically like an ant on a hot pan, frequently lashing out at the servants. Madam Liu wept bitterly at her desk, pounding her chest and stamping her feet, repeatedly crying out, "My daughter, my daughter..."

A breeze carried the scent of blood, but it was quickly diluted by the burning pine torches and the sweat of the crowd before reaching the steps.

Wu Kun steadily supported Miss Liu's beautiful buttocks with both hands, constantly changing the angle of the curved branch to ensure it completely penetrated her jade-like body. Miss Liu was already on the verge of death; more than half of the three-foot-long branch had entered her body, the tip even piercing her chest and lungs, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"What a pity, what a pity..." Wu Kun said, playing with Miss Liu's fragrant breasts, "What a waste of this fine flesh..."

Wu Kun smacked his lips, sniffing the dying girl's body with drooling desire. Miss Liu's body continued to slowly descend, and her beautiful, watery eyes were already blurred; she was on her deathbed. Wu Kun no longer hesitated, gripping the bloody knife in one hand and grasping her full, jade-like breasts in the other.

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At dawn, everyone in the Liu mansion had been running around all night, exhausted.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Blood! Blood!"

Everyone immediately rushed over and saw a long trail of blood on the large tree in the courtyard, the top disappearing among the branches.

Two men climbed up the tree, following the trail of blood to the top. The sight before them nearly made the two daring men fall. The

renowned young lady, Miss Liu, whose beauty was legendary, hung precariously from a branch, completely naked, her exquisite body fully exposed in the rising sun. A thick branch, its bark still intact, pierced her vulva, impaling her in mid-air. The

wedge-shaped tip of the branch peeked out from her cherry lips, pressing bloodily against her tongue. The base of the branch was as thick as a bowl; not only was her vulva shattered, but her mons pubis was also torn, her entire genitals ravaged beyond recognition. The blood flowed from here, trailing down to the ground. Her round, snowy buttocks, like a broken dumpling, were limply wedged between the branches. The branch's large diameter forced her legs apart, hanging down like swallowtails.

Miss Liu's arms were stretched straight, pinned to the tree on either side. Because the branches were completely embedded in her body, from the side, she looked like a flying jade swallow, soaring through the lush green leaves.

This posture made Miss Liu's breasts stand out high, and six blood-red characters were etched on the white skin of her nipples: "Wu Kun was here."

After the rain, the peach blossoms (II)
At noon, on the winding mountain road of Siming Mountain, two riders and a carriage hesitated.

"Madam Yan, after passing the mountain pass ahead is Shaoxing Prefecture, and in five days we will reach Lin'an." A man in his forties said on horseback.

The blue curtain of the carriage window was lifted a corner, revealing a pretty face like a lotus flower. "Uncle Yu, what is the scenery of Shaoxing Prefecture like?" Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale.

"Shaoxing is a wonderful place!" the man surnamed Yu began, "Beautiful mountains and clear waters, a land of plenty, with countless wealthy and famous people. Like Master Liu of Liu Family Village… sigh."

Old Yu suddenly sighed, "Yesterday, while having a snack, I heard that something terrible happened in Liu Family Village. They say Miss Liu was murdered by thieves. Master Liu is such a good man, how could such a thing happen to him…" "

What kind of thief is so skilled?" Madam Yan asked curiously.

"These past few years, Jiangnan has been unsettled, with several elusive thieves appearing and disappearing like ghosts. Like Eagle Demon Du Dan, Cunning Fox Hu Lin, Blood Lily Guan Wei, and Blood Knife Wu Kun—I heard that Wu Kun was responsible for the Liu Family Village case. These guys are ruthless in their murders and robberies… sigh…" Old Yu sighed again.

"Doesn't the government care?"

"Care? How can the government care? Those people come and go without a trace; how could ordinary soldiers catch them?" Old Yu lowered his voice. "There's also a man in a green robe whose skills are even better than these people. He always injures someone severely when he strikes. I heard he even stole treasures from the imperial palace..."

"Ah?" Madam Yan gently touched her chest with her jade-like hand. "So bold?"

The man who had been silent all along suddenly reined in his horse and called out, "I am Zhao Zhenchuan from the Weiyuan Escort Agency. May I ask your esteemed name?"

A rough, hoarse laugh echoed from the mountain valley. A man in black robes stood up on a rock and shouted, "I am Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade! Put down the goods, and I'll spare your life!"

Old Yu's eyes sharpened, and he straightened his chest as if he had become a different person, reaching for a short spear from the side of his saddle. Speak of the devil, and he appears. Having encountered this ruthless star, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Zhao Zhenchuan stretched out his arm to block Lao Yu, stared at Wu Kun for a long time, then took the package off his back and threw it to the side of the road.

"There's more!" Wu Kun said casually, holding his bloody knife, completely disregarding the two bodyguards.

Zhao Zhenchuan turned his horse around and walked to the carriage, whispering a few words. After a moment, the carriage curtain moved, and a slender, fair hand handed over a package.

Zhao Zhenchuan tossed down the package, saying, "All the valuables are here."

In a fleeting glance, that delicate, beautiful hand captivated Wu Kun's soul. He stared greedily at the carriage curtain, licked his lips, and sneered, "Leave the goods in the carriage for me too!"

Zhao Zhenchuan's face changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Wu, don't push your luck!"

"Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are! So what if I bully you!"

"These are the family members of Lord Xu from the capital. Don't make the wrong move."

Wu Kun sneered, "Even the Queen Mother of the West has to stay for me!"

Zhao Zhenchuan was wary of Wu Kun's fierce reputation and originally wanted to settle things peacefully, send the main character away, and then make a plan. Seeing that this matter was unlikely to be resolved peacefully, he immediately took out a fist-sized steel ball, flicked the mechanism, opened a soft shield, and then drew a willow-leaf knife from his waist, coldly saying, "You, surnamed Wu, do you think you can easily beat us brothers?"

Before Wu Kun could answer, a soft and charming female voice suddenly came from the side: "What about adding the little sister?"

A woman in red dress appeared behind the group at some point. She was very beautiful. Although she was not tall, she had a full bust and a plump bottom, which was quite alluring. The woman leaned against a large tree, smiling as she watched the crowd, tossing two small beads in her hand .

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... Suddenly, a soft "ding" rang out, and Zhao Zhenchuan shouted sharply, "Hidden weapon! Little..." Before he could finish, Old Yu let out a scream. Zhao Zhenchuan had blocked two steel needles with his soft shield, but a small silver bead struck him between the eyebrows. His vision went black, then his waist and abdomen suddenly jolted, and he was sent flying. He opened his eyes in mid-air and found that his lower body was still firmly on the ground. Blood streamed down Wu Kun's face. He wiped it away casually and then pulled down the carriage curtain. He saw a beautifully dressed young woman huddled trembling in the carriage, her delicate hands clasped to her chest. It was the woman he had just seen. She was dressed as an official's wife, wearing a lake-green silk blouse and a light red pleated skirt. Her hair was styled in an exquisite bun, but her veil had fallen to the side. Wu Kun grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her out of the carriage, examining her closely in the sunlight. The beautiful woman, with her snow-white skin and flower-like face, full figure and delicate frame, though filled with fear and trembling, still possessed a captivating and alluring charm. She clung to Wu Kun's legs, pleading tearfully, "Sir, spare me! Sir, spare me!" Wu Kun embraced Madam Yan's jade-like neck, touching and licking her face. "This woman is quite beautiful!" Guan Wei rolled her eyes at Wu Kun. "What's so good about her? She's just a whore! She just killed Miss Liu and fled to this remote mountain forest to avoid the storm, but she still can't change her bad habits!" Wu Kun cursed, "Go to hell! What's wrong with me playing with a woman? I'm not marrying her!" Blood Lily angrily leaped onto a rock, sulking alone. This was a necessary route for travelers from the north and south, with many merchants passing by, but Wu Kun ignored them. He threw Madam Yan to the ground, tore off her long skirt on the road, grabbed her underpants and pulled them down, revealing her plump, white buttocks. Madam Yan lay prostrate on the ground, the body of the bodyguard lying before her in a pitiful state. She tightly closed her beautiful eyes, her lower body exposed in humiliation on a busy street in broad daylight, subjected to the abuse of others. Wu Kun slapped the beautiful woman's plump buttocks forcefully, praising, "The women of officials are different indeed, such plump ass, so white and big, and fucking fragrant..." He then bit down hard on her buttocks, leaving two rows of bleeding teeth marks. "Ah—" Madam Yan cried out in pain, her body trembling violently. Wu Kun spread her smooth buttocks, his erect penis aimed at her dry vagina, and forcefully thrust inside. Madam Yan trembled, biting her lip, her underpants trailing behind her knees shaking like leaves in the wind. Wu Kun half-squatted, his hands gripping the beautiful woman's slender waist, his penis thrusting in and out of her plump, snowy buttocks. The flesh of her buttocks, like a viscous lump of oil, deformed with each thrust. The vaginal opening was not yet wet; only the natural slipperiness and softness of the vaginal walls allowed the penis to enter. However, this only intensified Meiji's pain. She clenched her teeth, letting out muffled groans of extreme pain from her nostrils. The penis laboriously moved in and out of the tight cavity, the flesh, bright red and tender, tumbling in and out without a sound. Half an hour later, the vagina gradually became wet, and Wu Kun's thrusts became increasingly violent. The penis plunged deep inside, each time slamming hard against the clitoris before withdrawing. But it would immediately thrust in again, giving the woman beneath him no respite. Meiji felt a sharp pain in her abdomen from his fierce impacts, her clitoris sliding back and forth in front of the glans, finding no peace. If the penis struck her directly, the vicious glans forcing its way into her clitoris, the pain would be excruciating, like being torn apart. Under the blazing midday sun, a beautiful woman knelt on the ground, her ornate robe with gold buttons and jade clasps slipped down to her waist, her lower body naked, her snow-white buttocks gleaming in the air, being wantonly thrust into by a man as black as iron. The beauty's face was ashen, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Her round, white buttocks, raised high, were covered with fine beads of sweat, and a rich fragrance emanated from between her skin. Such a beautiful woman should be kept in a golden palace, cherished like a treasure, but now she was being humiliated in the wilderness, being penetrated until she cried out in pain and moaned. "This bitch's moans are really nice," Wu Kun said, still not satisfied, pulling up his pants and teasing the slippery crotch of Madam Yan with his toes. "Want to hear more? No problem, I'll tear her cunt apart and let you hear it to your heart's content," Blood Lily said coldly, her five fingers like hooks reaching for Madam Yan's crotch. Mei Ji cried out, "Spare me! Please spare me..." Wu Kun raised his hand to stop Guan Wei, "Don't be hasty." Guan Wei's face changed, "You bastard! You've already fucked her, what more do you want? Do you want to keep her around to play with her?" Wu Kun shook off her hand and said impatiently, "I, Wu Kun, never go back on my promise! As for her..." Wu Kun stepped on Madam Yan's delicate body, licked his lips and sneered, "Such beautiful flesh, it would be a pity to waste it..." ********************************************** "The hairpin swallows are shrouded in clouds, I do not drink in the evening, I intend to tie my skirt to my lover's boat, the taste of parting is again this year... The willows are cold in the night, yet they still dance, the mandarin ducks are in the wind and cannot sleep..." Madam Yan's long hair fell to the ground, her naked jade body curled up in a ball, lying obediently like a cat in front of the two men, singing a song in a delicate voice. Guan Wei nestled against Wu Kun's chest and said softly, "I've really had enough of this kind of life. Brother Kun, let's quit... Let's go buy a house in Jiaxing..." Wu Kun was rummaging through his belongings and clicked his tongue, "This bitch is quite rich." Guan Wei shoved him and said angrily, "Did you hear me?" "What are you yelling about!" Wu Kun angrily raised his hand, as if to hit her. "You dare hit me?!" Guan Wei pointed at Wu Kun's nose and shouted, "You bastard, you killed Miss Liu and angered Qiu Chuji of the Quanzhen Sect. I came here to help you out of kindness, and you dare hit me!" " Qiu Chuji is nothing! I'm not afraid of him! Need your help? Get lost!" Madam Yan was so frightened that she fell silent, lying on the ground without daring to utter a sound.

“Fine, fine…” Blood Lily gritted her teeth and said, “You, surnamed Wu, you’ll regret this!” With that, she turned and walked away.

Wu Kun blocked her way with a quick step and said sternly, “You just leave because I told you to? You’re really obedient!” As he spoke, his voice softened, “Don’t go.”

Guan Wei’s tears fell in a flurry.

Wu Kun clumsily picked out a gold hairpin from Madam Yan’s bag and pinned it behind Guan Wei’s head. “I’ve just made a name for myself, how can I stop now? When my name, Wu Kun, surpasses that of Du Dan and Hu Lin, and the whole world knows who I am, then I’ll talk about washing my hands of this.” Guan Wei

sobbed, “Why did you save me two years ago?”

“I was going to settle scores with the Chen brothers, and I just happened to run into them.” Wu Kun said nonchalantly, “Don’t cry, don’t cry.”

Guan Wei wiped her tears and said, “I know my body is dirty, I’m sorry. I don’t care if you play around with women, but you can’t treat me like this…”

She was originally a disciple of a prestigious sect, but when she was sixteen, she was captured by her sect’s enemies as soon as she left the mountain and suffered humiliation for years. Later, in a bloody battle, her sect wiped out their enemies, but they no longer recognized her as a disciple who had brought shame upon the sect. This incident drastically changed Guan Wei's personality, turning her into a notorious womanizer in the martial arts world. Two years prior, she had a feud with the Chen brothers, and they agreed to settle things once and for all. She went to the meeting alone, but unexpectedly, the Chen brothers had gathered many helpers and set a trap to capture her again, subjecting her to brutal torture.

Wu Kun, who was new to the martial arts world at the time, accidentally rescued her. The two of them joined forces to kill everyone involved in the incident, including the entire Chen family, using exceptionally cruel methods. Almost none of those killed had intact corpses. Guan Wei thus earned the nickname "Blood Lily," and she developed deep feelings for Wu Kun.

Years of humiliation had made her ashamed, and she tolerated Wu Kun's acts of sexual assault and rape, only making two demands: first, each woman could only be used once; second, after use, she could be killed without exception.

Wu Kun readily agreed, and then, in front of her, he brutally murdered one of his lovers, a courtesan, to express his feelings and thus they secretly became husband and wife. However, the two would quarrel incessantly after only a few days together. After several such quarrels, they simply went their separate ways and each made a name for themselves in the martial arts world. No one knew that these two master thieves were actually husband and wife.

Wu Kun suddenly exclaimed, "Damn it!"

"What happened?"

"I was so busy fucking this bitch that I forgot to leave my name behind. Who knows I was the one who robbed and killed the Weiyuan Escort Agency?"

"Forget it. I heard that some of Qiu Chuji's senior and junior brothers have also arrived in Jiangnan. If they hear about it and come looking for us, we'll be in trouble."

Wu Kun said angrily, "That scoundrel Qiu Chuji only started out two years before me, and he's already made such a big name for himself—I'll kill him one of these days!" "

His master is the Chongyang Master, who won the Nine Yin Manual at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. He's the number one martial artist in the world." Guan Wei sighed, "Brother Kun, you're always so obsessed with your reputation. That green-robed man committed so many big crimes, but he didn't leave his name either..."

"A person leaves a name behind, a goose leaves a shadow. What did that person say? Either you'll be remembered for a hundred generations, or you'll be remembered for a thousand years!"

Guan Wei smiled lightly, reached out and straightened Wu Kun's clothes, her eyes glancing at Madam Yan on the ground, "You filthy bitch, come and serve Master Wu!"

After the rain, peach blossoms (Part 3)
This is an ancient temple in the mountains, long abandoned and rarely visited. After discovering it, Wu Kun and Blood Lily found refuge here to avoid trouble.

As the sun set, Madam Yan knelt on the ground, her pretty face buried between Wu Kun's legs, working hard to suck and swallow. Her black hair cascaded down her jade back like a waterfall, almost covering her entire body, and with the movement of her head, her slightly upturned snow buttocks appeared and disappeared. Wu Kun squinted, enjoying the meticulous licking of the beautiful woman's lips and tongue.

Guan Wei drew water from the spring, frowning, "Why isn't it over yet? Hurry up."

Wu Kun pressed down on Madam Yan's head, thrusting wildly into her red lips. As soon as he ejaculated, Madam Yan immediately collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.

"Fuck your mother! Lick it clean!"

"Yes," Madam Yan obediently replied, extending her soft tongue to lick up the remaining semen coughed up on the ground.

Guan Wei finished lighting the fire and boiling the water, then came over and kicked Madam Yan, making her crawl to the temple entrance, her buttocks facing outwards. Then she bent down and spread the beautiful woman's round buttocks to take a look.

Inside the white buttocks, a pink fleshy opening was tightly closed, surrounded by chrysanthemum-petal-like patterns, delicate and charming. Blood Lily chuckled softly and raised her head, now holding a three-inch-long iron hook in her hand. She spread her buttocks with one hand and used the iron hook in the other to stab into her anus. The curved hook, with its iron-black sheen, sank into her rear passage, and with a slight pull, it immediately ripped open the intestinal wall.

"Ah..." Madam Yan screamed in agony, the excruciating pain in her anus causing her to struggle desperately. But suddenly, a heavy weight pressed down on her back, a large foot firmly planted on her waist, crushing her like a boulder.

"We have no grudge against each other, please spare me... It hurts..." Madam Yan's brows furrowed, her soft voice trembling with pain.

"Bear with it, Master Wu wants to eat your flesh. It won't hurt after you've cleaned and skinned you." Blood Lily's lips curled into a cold smile, a stark contrast to the fragile Guan Wei who had just been so easily moved to tears.

Madam Yan hadn't expected that the two men had brought her here to eat her flesh. Hearing this, her face paled instantly,

even her cries faltering.

Blood Lily's slender white fingers twisted gently, using the hook tip to make a semi-circular incision inside her intestines to sever it. Then, hooking the intestinal wall, she pulled it out. A section of red intestine emerged easily. She threw down the iron hook and, with her bare hands, slowly pulled out the rectum.

Between Mei Ji's plump, white buttocks, a red sausage stretched longer and longer. The intestines varied in thickness and were incredibly elastic; her small anus swelled and shrank, like a cute little mouth, continuously spewing out wet intestinal contents.

With each section pulled out, Madam Yan cried out "Ah!" Blood Lily alternated her hands, pulling and pulling incessantly, while Mei Ji cried out softly, "Ah ah!"

Wu Kun, beaming, said, "Let me do it!"

Guan Wei glared at him and tossed the sausage into his hand. Wu Kun swung his arm, pulling it out a full foot. Madam Yan let out a "Ugh," feeling a slippery sensation in her anus, her abdominal cavity feeling empty, as if it had been hollowed out.

Before long, a pile of intestines had formed beneath Mei Ji's high, snowy buttocks, but the intestines continued to gurgle and slurp inside her anus. Wu Kun laughed, "Tomorrow I'll send these things to the Xu residence, so they'll know it was me, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade, who fucked Lord Xu's wife half to death, and then ripped out this beauty's intestines clean!"

As he spoke, his hand tightened, pulling the intestines to the very end. Wu Kun yanked hard, pulling out a string of organs of various shapes.

Madam Yan gasped, her anus slowly closing. The slight bloodstains around her anus had already been diluted by the abdominal fluid; only a layer of glistening mucus remained between her plump, white buttocks, everything else unchanged.

Wu Kun released his foot, and the beauty immediately collapsed to the ground. She trembled, pulling her limbs together, her right hand between her legs, covering her genitals, seemingly still unable to believe that her intestines had been forcibly removed.

Blood Lily stepped on her knee, parting Madam Yan's two white, jade-like legs, then bent down, grabbed the pubic hair on her mons pubis, and flipped it upwards, examining the exquisite beauty of her vulva.

Wu Kun stretched out his hand, "I'll do it!"

Blood Lily slapped his hand, "Your hand is so big, what if you break Madam's cunt? That wouldn't be fun." She continued to nag, "Last time, that youngest daughter of the Xu family, she was still a virgin, and you grabbed her and tore off a clump of flesh and hair, it was disgusting."

"Damn! That girl's cunt is too tender." Wu Kun reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Madam Yan looked at the two of them blankly and said weakly, "No..."

"Don't be afraid, it's just taking out your cunt to give Master Wu some wine..." Blood Lily's five fingers were pressed together, and she inserted them like blades into Madam Yan's warm jade gate.

Delicate petals writhed softly around her fair wrist. Madam Yan's jade-like face was deathly pale. She painfully arched her back, and after pulling out her intestines, her empty waist and abdomen appeared even more slender, seemingly easily grasped in one hand.

Blood Lily pressed down on the slightly protruding clitoris, spread her five fingers, and grasped the tender flesh entirely in her hand, then pulled it out forcefully.

Madam Yan's throat made a sound, her jade legs straightening. The flesh walls, cervix, uterus, ovaries... connected to the clitoris were all stretched and deformed.

Blood Lily's wet arm withdrew inch by inch from the vaginal opening, finally revealing her clenched pink fist. In her hand was an unusually tender red mass.

The clitoris, hidden deep within her body, was pulled to the entrance, the excruciating pain causing Madam Yan to scream repeatedly. But Blood Lily remained unmoved, instead teasing the clitoris with great interest.

The slippery flesh walls then turned inside out, each delicate fold of flesh being smoothed out. From the outside, it appeared as if a blood-red cone of flesh was slowly emerging from between Meiji's thighs, the tip of which was a twisted flower core, and below it were bright red flesh walls, layer upon layer turning inside out.

"Look, there's still your cum," Blood Lily said, pointing to the faint white liquid on the flesh walls with a smirk.

Wu Kun took a look, and with a quick tug, the tender red flesh suddenly snapped open, revealing Meiji's genitals completely inside out, like a juicy, blood-red sausage hanging between her thighs, fresh and tender.

Wu Kun drew his knife and cut off the exposed flesh, along with the mons pubis and labia, then turned the flesh back into its original shape like turning over a leather bag. The elastic flesh immediately returned to its original state, except this time the entire vaginal canal and the uterus behind it were exposed to the air, leaving only a fist-sized black wound on Meiji's exposed lower abdomen.

"You filthy bitch, have you never seen your own cunt before?" Wu Kun threw the lump of flesh and blood onto Madam Yan's face, laughing wickedly, "Take a closer look."

The dripping blood clung to her eyelashes, seeping into the beautiful woman's bright eyes. She was no longer able to move her genitals; she could only await death to release her.

Wu Kun grabbed Madam Yan's crimson nipples, and with a greasy knife, sliced them off like cutting through a lump of fat, severing the entire round breast. "These breasts are plump and tender, so fine and smooth, perfect for soup. And then, a stir-fried beauty's cunt..." In truth, it was only these two dishes that were meant to be eaten; the initial disembowelment was merely for amusement.

As her two snow-white breasts were severed and placed upside down on a plate like jade bowls, Madam Yan breathed her last. The blood in her eyes flowed like tears, trickling down her temples. This gentle and submissive beauty died without understanding why they could be so cruel to her, a stranger they had only met briefly…

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Flames surged, emanating an enticing aroma from the pot. Wu Kun, crude and uncultured, cruel and bloodthirsty, possessed exceptional culinary skills. Although salt and vinegar were scarce in the mountains, this Jade Milk Soup was still exquisitely prepared.

Seeing the broth turn milky white and exude an irresistible fragrance, Wu Kun was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands together and exclaimed, “Woman! Come and taste my cooking!”

Guan Wei was about to step forward when suddenly, a figure appeared in the temple.

The person was tall and thin, dressed in a blue robe, with an extremely strange expression. His eyes seemed to still be able to move slightly, but otherwise, his muscles, nose, and mouth were all stiff as wood or stone—a dead head on a living body.

Upon seeing this face, Guan Wei felt a chill run down her spine. She was a ruthless woman who had killed countless people, but the moment her gaze met that face, she quickly looked away, her heart pounding.

Not hearing Guan Wei's reply, Wu Kun turned around in surprise. Even with his ruthless nature, he couldn't help but shudder at the sight of that face.

The strange figure moved swiftly, and before anyone could see what he was doing, he was already standing before the pot. Wu Kun was so close, yet he heard not a sound; it was as if he were facing a ghost. Suppressing his fear, he roared, "What kind of monster are you!"

The strange figure seemed not to hear him, directly lifting the pot lid. When he saw the jade-like breasts bubbling in the broth, his eyes widened in shock.

"Monster! Take this!" Wu Kun used all his strength in his attack, the bloody blade whistling as it slashed towards the strange figure's neck.

The strange man didn't even glance at the blood-stained knife, which had been used to kill countless innocent souls. Only when the blade was about to strike did he swiftly step to the side, flicking his sleeve to overturn the covered bowl on the table. Inside the bowl was a lump of tender, bloody flesh, its tip clearly defined by red and white, with a jade mound and red petals—a complete jade vulva.

Wu Kun's strike landed on empty air, his heart filled with utter horror. He quickly sheathed his knife and retreated to Guan Wei's side, staring at the strange man in the green robe with suspicion, unsure whether he was human or ghost.

The strange man's face was extremely ugly, but his eyes were clear and divine. He looked around and suddenly darted to a corner of the hall.

A beautiful corpse lay on the ground, her jade-like body covered in blood. Her breasts had been cut off at the root, leaving only two round bloody marks on her chest, and her private parts had been completely gouged out.

The strange man stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Who did this?"

Blood Lily didn't answer, but with a flick of her delicate hand, she scattered a handful of fine needles. The strange man caught it with a flick of his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "Is it you?"

Blood Lily's ferocity flared, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "So what if it is!" She unleashed both of her hands simultaneously,

sending two Buddha tooth beads hurtling out with a sharp whistling sound. These Buddha tooth beads were rare treasures she had acquired by chance; they were exceptionally hard, impervious to metal and stone. In this desolate mountain temple, suddenly encountering such a bizarre and unpredictable stranger, Blood Lily immediately unleashed her most powerful hidden weapon.

"Good, good, good..." the strange man exclaimed, but his face remained expressionless, devoid of any smile, still deathly still.

Suddenly, one of the fine needles, which the strange man had tucked into his sleeve, flew out, striking the Buddha tooth beads with lightning speed. With a loud "bang," the Buddha tooth beads, harder than metal and stone, were shattered by the light, thin needle.

The strange man seemed somewhat surprised; his eyes flashed, and his smooth, slender left hand emerged from his sleeve, deftly picking up the other Buddha tooth bead between his fingers.

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Kun's forehead. He now knew the newcomer was human, not a ghost, but he never dreamed such skill existed in the world.

Before Blood Lily could strike, the strange man in the green robe flicked his finger, and the Buddha's Tooth Bead pierced her shoulder with ten times the initial speed.

Guan Wei screamed and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood. This attack not only crippled her right arm but also severely damaged her meridians.

Wu Kun roared and swung his sword down at the strange man. The strange man's thumb and forefinger touched, the other three fingers slightly raised, like an orchid, gracefully and elegantly passing through Wu Kun's arm, sealing his Quchi acupoint. He then snatched his blood-soaked sword and cleaved it in two.

Wu Kun clutched his arm, cold sweat pouring down his back. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered someone, "Are you the Green Robe Guest?"

The Green Robe Guest's name wasn't widely known in the martial arts world, simply because very few people had ever seen him. Legend has it that seven years ago, he infiltrated the imperial palace and stole over a hundred pieces of calligraphy, paintings, and antiques—all treasures of the forbidden palace—as if entering an empty place. The story caused a great stir in the martial arts world at the time,

but ultimately faded away. The strange man in the green robe peeled a piece of human skin off his face, revealing a lean and handsome figure, elegant and refined, with a serene and clear aura. He coldly said, "You don't recognize the Finger Flicking Skill or the Orchid Flicking Acupoint Hand?"

Huang Yaoshi: Thirty-seven years old, master of Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea. He is aloof and arrogant, exceptionally intelligent. He is proficient in everything from literature and martial arts, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, mathematics, strategy, to medicine, divination, astrology, and the Five Elements. Five years ago, he debated swordsmanship with Wang Chongyang, leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Ouyang Feng, leader of the White Camel Mountain, Hong Qi, leader of the Beggars' Sect, and Duan Zhixing, ruler of the Dali Kingdom, at the summit of Mount Hua, vying for the *Nine Yin Manual*. He was a traitor to Confucius and Mencius, deeply despising the traditional Confucian code, and his actions were unpredictable; he was known as

the Eastern Heretic. Guan Wei, knowing she was doomed, steeled her resolve and lunged at Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi raised both hands, seizing her left wrist and shoulder like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit.

A scream rang out, and a spray of blood erupted from Guan Wei's shoulder; her entire left arm had been ripped off. She lay on the ground, writhing and wailing. Wu Kun's face was ashen; his usual ferocity and savagery had turned into a cold sweat.

Huang Yaoshi calmly discarded the severed arm. "Who are you?"

"I am Wu Kun, and she is Blood Lily Guan Wei..." Wu Kun stammered, explaining their identities.

Huang Yaoshi coldly said, "You two have committed numerous evils. It is not unjust for you to die at my hands today."

"Spare me, spare me..." Wu Kun begged repeatedly. Seeing Huang Yaoshi's face darken, he suddenly shouted, "This bitch did all this! I am willing to kill her myself, to make her suffer a terrible death, to avenge Madam Xu!"

In this life-or-death situation, he no longer cared about his marital relationship, only hoping to kill Guan Wei to appease Huang Yaoshi's anger.

After the Rain (Part Four)
Huang Yaoshi proudly wiped the blood from his hands, ignoring the two men. Wu Kun only hoped that he would spare his life. He mustered his strength and, with trembling legs, dragged the blood-soaked Guan Wei to the table, stripping her naked.

Guan Wei was petite with fair skin, but years of debauchery had made her body exceptionally well-developed. Her two large, fleshy breasts stood like balls on her chest. The areolas, each the size of a palm, were purplish-black, just like her nipples, clearly having been played with by countless men. Her genitals were similarly purplish-black. The labia were unusually thick, separated by a finger-thick slit—these labia had never closed since the day her enemy defiled her.

Wu Kun, focused solely on self-preservation, immediately pressed Guan Wei to the ground, forcing her to kneel upright against the wooden table. He then took out her breasts and placed them side-by-side on the table, pinching the nipples and stretching the elastic orbs into long, round shapes.

Guan Wei stared at him blankly, her voice trembling, "Brother Kun..."

Wu Kun avoided her gaze, lowering his head to manipulate her breasts. He took out two four-inch-long steel needles from his pouch and forcefully stabbed them into the table, pinching her nipples. Guan Wei's arms were broken; she could only kneel stiffly beside the table, helplessly watching her husband nail her breasts firmly to the table. On the mottled lacquered table, two plump, white breasts lay side by side, their nipples, pierced by steel needles, slightly upturned, like two dark purple grapes.

Wu Kun circled behind Guan Wei, grabbed her snowy buttocks, and lifted them up, exposing one of her large, smooth buttocks. Guan Wei's chin slammed heavily against the table, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She suddenly felt ridiculous; her cunt, which had been penetrated and played with by countless men, was about to be gouged out by her husband's own hands—it was perfectly deserved.

Wu Kun glanced at Huang Yaoshi, only to see him expressionless and indifferent, clearly not caring about their lives. Wu Kun gritted his teeth, picked up the ox-ear-shaped dagger from the kitchen cabinet, and plunged it straight into Guan Wei's perineum. The two orifices above and below the blade tightened simultaneously, and the white flesh of her buttocks trembled violently.

Guan Wei screamed frantically, "Cut it! Cut it all out and it'll be clean!"

Wu Kun, fearing her words would anger Huang Yaoshi and kill him too, twisted his wrist, slicing the knife along the edge of her vulva to above her mons pubis. Blood gushed from Guan Wei's lower body; she screamed and straightened her legs.

Wu Kun simply sealed her acupoints, plunging the ox-ear-shaped knife all the way into her mons pubis, then slicing it down in an arc from the other side, connecting with the cut at her perineum. A leaf-shaped

wound was cut into Guan Wei's snowy buttocks, her entire vulva sliding out, the surrounding cuts neatly turned up, blood gushing from the swollen purple petals.

Wu Kun inserted his five fingers into the cut, grabbed the soft vulva and pulled it out, tearing out her vagina, bladder, and uterus.

Guan Wei screamed, and instantly a bottomless oval-shaped bloody hole appeared in the middle of her snow-white buttocks. Her throat made a hissing sound, and her pupils gradually dilated.

Wu Kun lifted her shoulders, his dagger plunging into Guan Wei's bosom, flicking upwards from her breast. The elongated breast on the table suddenly sprang back, becoming a hemispherical sphere, bouncing on the surface.

The two breasts severed from her body, Guan Wei's jade-like body splattered with blood, like a blood-soaked lily. She lay blankly on the table, her round buttocks, now stripped of their genitals, staring blankly at Wu Kun. "Brother Kun..."

Wu Kun lowered the dagger, kneeling before Huang Yaoshi, his voice hoarse. "I have killed that vixen, Blood Lily!"

Huang Yaoshi looked at him, his eyes gleaming, but remained silent.

Wu Kun cautiously said, "Island Master Huang...would you like to try my cooking...this vixen's breasts are so soft and plump, steamed they're the most delicious..."

The light in Guan Wei's eyes gradually dimmed, finally disappearing.

"Hahaha..." Huang Yaoshi suddenly burst into laughter.

That laughter struck Wu Kun like a hammer blow to his ears, his heart, his mind...Wu Kun's blood surged, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He heard only two sounds before his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground . **********

... Wu Kun's eyes widened, and he clutched his ears, pulling and tugging, trying to find the sound, but apart from the stinging pain in his ear canals, there was no sound. A fierce-looking man was steering the boat from the stern. His face was covered in a thick beard, his expression rugged, and his two bloodshot eyes glared menacingly at Wu Kun. His mouth moved as if to say something, but he only spat out a glob of phlegm. "I'm deaf!" Wu Kun roared. Opening his mouth, he discovered that only half of his tongue remained! A bluish shadow moved before him, and Huang Yaoshi slowly approached. Meeting Huang Yaoshi's arrogant gaze, Wu Kun immediately shrank back. Huang Yaoshi disdainfully tossed a bronze plaque in front of him. Wu Kun shrank back and picked it up. One side was engraved with a peach blossom, and the other side bore two large, dark characters: "Dumb Servant." A chill ran through him. Wu Kun clutched his head and knelt weakly on the deck, drifting further and further away on the azure sea with the rise and fall of the waves. Mute Servants: Servants of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi once said, "I am not a virtuous gentleman, and I am known in the martial arts world as the 'Eastern Heretic,' so naturally I disdain associating with virtuous gentlemen. The more wicked my servants are, the more they suit my taste." Therefore, he traveled the world, and whenever he encountered ungrateful and wicked people, he would cut off their muteness and deafness, capture them, and bring them to the island to serve him . **************** ... The first person was tall and elegant, radiating confidence. Behind him followed a man and a woman; the man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding heroic spirit, while the woman had bright eyes and red lips, and was as beautiful as a flower. Finally, there was a tall young man. All four were spirited and upright, like dragons among men. Wu Kun was both deaf and mute, and could only see the four of them bowing and greeting each other with utmost respect, but he couldn't hear a single word. Later, he learned that these were the four disciples of Peach Blossom Island: Qu Lingfeng, Chen Xuanfeng, Mei Chaofeng, and Lu Chengfeng. Upon entering the island, he found it crisscrossed with paths, winding and intricate like a spider web. After walking only ten paces, Wu Kun became dizzy and disoriented. He dared not look again, but simply lowered his head and followed closely behind the others.

After walking several miles and rounding a hill, a meadow appeared before them, with a bamboo grove to the north. In the grove stood a pavilion made of bamboo branches, extremely elegant. The plaque above the pavilion read "Jicui Pavilion," and a couplet hung on either side: "A divine sword flies amidst peach blossom shadows; a jade flute plays amidst the rising tide of the blue sea." Two large pine trees grew side by side beside the pavilion, their branches gnarled and twisted, likely hundreds of years old. Inside the pavilion were several bamboo tables and chairs, relatively new in design, creating an atmosphere of unparalleled tranquility.

Huang Yaoshi sat down and gave a few instructions, after which Mei Ruohua led Wu Kun away.

Mei Ruohua was only sixteen years old, with a light and graceful figure. She walked along, parting the flowers and willows, her supple waist swaying gently. Wu Kun could see her clearly from behind, but dared not harbor any fantasies.

They hadn't gone far when Chen Xuanfeng caught up from behind and walked alongside Mei Ruohua. After a few words of laughter and banter, Mei Ruohua became reproachful. Chen Xuanfeng grinned, hooked his arm around a tree branch, and deftly flipped several feet into the air. Mei Ruohua gave chase, and the two of them, one after the other, darted into the flowerbed like eagles and swallows in flight.

Wu Kun dared not move an inch, standing there dumbfounded. These two were much younger than him, and had only learned a little bit of the basics, yet their martial arts were already superior to his. What kind of skill must Huang Yaoshi himself possess?

That day, Huang Yaoshi had only made three moves, and his methods were not as ruthless as the couple's, but that arrogant and domineering demeanor had terrified the ruthless Wu Kun. In their presence, Wu Kun felt like a tiny ant; all his ambition and arrogance vanished without a trace.

After a while, Mei Ruohua returned to the forest, her face still flushed, as beautiful as a peach blossom. Wu Kun followed closely behind, watching as she plucked a rose from a branch, carefully plucking each petal with a thoughtful expression that was both reproachful and delighted.

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From then on, Wu Kun settled on Peach Blossom Island, becoming a mute servant who cooked.

Much later, he learned that the burly man who had acted as a boatman was actually a notorious bandit who roamed Jiangnan, and in fact, a famous fellow bandit—Eagle-Slaying Du Dan. Another notorious bandit, Cunning Fox Hu Lin, was also there, working as a gardener.

There were dozens of mute servants on the island. Besides the three of them, Ding Baipeng, Qiao Yong, and a dozen others were also well-known martial arts figures. The remaining servants were either cruel officials or unscrupulous merchants; none were good people. These were all gloomy and ruthless villains, and although they were servants on the same island, they rarely interacted with each other.

Wu Kun lived at the foot of Finger Peak on the west side of the island, next to Qingyin Cave, only three miles from the seaside, and separated from Huang Yaoshi's hermitage by a bamboo grove, a mere mile away. He was only responsible for the island master's meals; the disciples and mute servants had their own kitchens, so his work wasn't heavy. Besides the four daily meals delivered to him, Wu Kun spent his time in the kitchen cooking according to Huang Yaoshi's recipes. Even disregarding martial arts, this recipe alone was enough to impress Wu Kun. He studied it for three whole years, never having put in such dedication even when learning martial arts. Wu Kun knew that what he had learned was merely a small part of the vast and profound skills of this Eastern Heretic.

In those three years, Wu Kun had become accustomed to the silent world. He not only learned to "speak" sign language with gestures but also learned to "hear" lip reading with his eyes. He could discern his master's words from the subtle movements of his lips.

Huang Yaoshi then took in two more disciples, Wu Mianfeng and Feng Mofeng. These six disciples, along with the mute servant, made up dozens of people on the island, including masters and servants. Mei Ruohua, the only woman, stood out like a single red flower amidst a sea of green. Although the other disciples harbored affections for her, they dared not express them out of respect for their master's strictness.

The Peach Blossom Island disciples often practiced martial arts in the bamboo groves and the Sword Testing Pavilion. In their leisure time, they would play the flute or wield calligraphy, each one elegant and unrestrained, exuding a refined and dashing air.

Huang Yaoshi seemed in no hurry to send his disciples into the martial world. While the Seven Masters of Quanzhen under Wang Chongyang were already renowned throughout the land, the six disciples of Peach Blossom Island remained secluded deep within the peach blossoms, carefree and content, like immortals.

Wu Kun, whose martial arts skills were still intact and whose knowledge was vast, could easily discern the varying levels of skill among the disciples. His two youngest disciples, who had only recently joined the sect, were of little consequence, while any one of the other four disciples was superior to him, enough to dominate the world.

He often thought of the martial world that no longer belonged to him, wondering what kind of upheaval would ensue if they one day mastered their skills and left the island… Wu Kun never imagined that their departure from the island and

their eventual fate would be so different from what he had envisioned.

**************** ... He later died in Niujia Village, Lin'an, and only returned to his master's school on his deathbed. Lu Chengfeng: He later lived in seclusion in Guiyun Manor, Taihu Lake, and was able to return to his master's school sixteen years later. Wu Mianfeng: He was depressed after leaving the island, suffered from many illnesses and died young. Feng Mofeng : He made a living by blacksmithing and later died in the Mongol army. After the rain, the peach blossoms (5) In the early summer of this year, Wu Kun was cooking "Jade Flute, Who Listens to the Falling Plum Blossoms" in the kitchen. This dish is made by combining a lamb's rump, a pig's ear, and a calf's kidney with strips of meat made from venison leg and rabbit meat. With each chew, there is a different taste, sometimes rich and tender, sometimes sweet and crisp, with a variety of flavors, just like the endless moves of a martial arts master, which are unpredictable. The aroma wafted from the pot, and Wu Kun suddenly remembered a dish from long ago—a milky white broth, in which round, jade-like breasts exuded a rich fragrance, their swollen nipples red and plump, seemingly carrying a sweet, milky scent… Wu Kun looked around to make sure no one was watching, threw down the spatula, crawled behind the door, and gripped his hardened penis, vigorously stroking it. He was a lecherous man, and these three years of imprisonment had long since pent up his pent-up lust, but he could only release it with his fingers. After a long while, Wu Kun released his sticky hands, rested his head against the wall, his forehead slamming against it repeatedly, his teeth grinding together. The burning lust subsided slightly, but the flame in his eyes still burned brightly. Suddenly, a peach blossom on the wall bloomed. Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly straightened his clothes, staring intently at the peach blossom. The mute servant was both deaf and mute, unable to use the copper bell to send messages, so Huang Yaoshi had specially made this mechanical peach blossom to transmit messages. More and more peach blossoms bloomed. Once all twelve peach blossoms had fully bloomed, Wu Kun dared not delay and hurried towards the harbor. The full bloom of the twelve peach blossoms meant that the island's master, Huang Yaoshi, was about to return. Huang Yaoshi would leave the island twice a year to travel the world, each time for about two months. This time, however, he had been gone for half a year without any news. The disciples were extremely anxious, but their master was strict, and none of them dared to leave the island. In the end, Chen Xuanfeng, the most impatient of them all, could not restrain himself and left the island alone to inquire about the situation. He was gone for over a month without any news either. Sometimes Wu Kun would wonder: Could something have happened to Huang Yaoshi? But he would immediately think that his thoughts were absurd and laughable. No matter how skilled or clever he was, who in this world could harm even a hair on Huang Yaoshi's head? A small boat sped towards them with the wind, and on the bow was a man in a green robe and square scarf, full of spirit—it was none other than Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. Wu Kun's eyesight had greatly improved after he became deaf and mute. Looking up, he saw Huang Yaoshi with a beaming smile, a stark contrast to his previous aloofness and arrogance, even his eyes were filled with laughter. "Could he have acquired some extraordinary treasure?" Wu Kun wondered to himself. "Even when he snatched the 'Duck Head Pill' from the Celestial Master Temple last year, he wasn't this pleased." Having spent many years on Peach Blossom Island, Wu Kun was no longer the same naive man he once was. While he lacked formal learning, his experience was vastly different. For a mute servant who cooked, the genuine works of calligraphy and painting he had seen were enough to make even renowned connoisseurs envious. A short while later, the small boat entered the harbor, and the five disciples, their faces beaming with joy, bowed in unison. Huang Yaoshi did not disembark, but instead helped a woman out of the cabin.

Wu Kun glanced at her and felt a throbbing pain in his temples. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any longer, and for a long while, he still felt slightly dizzy.

The woman was dressed in white, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like a cloud or a waterfall. She seemed to be two years younger than Mei Ruohua, with unparalleled beauty, bright eyes, red lips, and exquisitely beautiful features. The woman placed her delicate white hand in Huang Yaoshi's palm, carefully disembarked from the boat, and smiled radiantly in the sunlight, making all the flowers pale in comparison.

"This is your master's wife." Seeing the disciples' astonished gazes, Huang Yaoshi simply smiled and helped his beautiful wife, saying, "Aheng, this is Lingfeng, this is Chaofeng..."

Wu Kun stared blankly at Huang Yaoshi's lips, not even seeing what he was saying. Amidst boundless admiration, an unexpected surge of jealousy arose in his heart: How could there be such a perfect person in the world—not only elegant and composed, radiant and charming, but also exceptionally intelligent and all-knowing. Appearance, martial arts, talent, and wisdom—everything was of the highest caliber. His dwelling place was Peach Blossom Island, a secluded paradise; his disciples were outstanding individuals like Qu, Lu, Mei, and Chen—how could Huang Yaoshi not be arrogant? He was practically a god! Now, with such a beautiful wife, even a god would be jealous…

But why should he be so high and mighty? And why should he be an ant at his feet?

Wu Kun's heart churned, filled with jealousy and hatred one moment, and immense admiration the next, until finally he couldn't even discern the true feelings within himself.

Feng Heng: Seventeen years old, from Jiaxing. Wife of Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, later died from a miscarriage, leaving behind a daughter.

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The paths of Peach Blossom Island subtly follow the principles of Qimen Dunjia, Yin Yang, and the Five Elements, leaving ordinary people dazzled and disoriented upon arrival. Feng Heng walked slowly, as if strolling leisurely, occasionally pointing at the paths on the island and speaking to Huang Yaoshi. Her steps were light and delicate, lacking any strength, clearly indicating she was unfamiliar with martial arts.

Huang Yaoshi doted on his frail wife, chatting and laughing all the way, displaying his vast knowledge.

His disciples, listening from behind, were secretly astonished. Although young, his wife was extremely knowledgeable in the arts of divination and strategy; her casual conversation with their master revealed profound and subtle mysteries. They wondered where their master had found such a wife.

Upon reaching Jicui Pavilion, Feng Heng was already panting softly. Huang Yaoshi helped her to a chair, first inquiring about Chen Xuanfeng's whereabouts, then smiling, "I acquired two extraordinary treasures while leaving the island."

Huang Yaoshi was unconventional, referring to himself as "I" even when speaking to his disciples, but their respect for him remained undiminished. They immediately exclaimed in unison, "Congratulations, Master!"

"The first one is your wife..."

Feng Heng gave him a reproachful look, but her eyes gleamed with joy.

"The second thing is the *Nine Yin Manual* that your master's wife obtained from Zhou Botong!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples were first shocked, then overjoyed. Years ago, their master had been defeated by Wang Chongyang in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and subsequently abandoned swordsmanship. But Zhou Botong was Wang Chongyang's junior brother, and few in the world could surpass him. Their master's wife had no martial arts skills; how could she have obtained the *Nine Yin Manual* from him?

Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, extremely pleased with himself.

Half a year ago, he met seventeen-year-old Feng Heng in Jiaxing and fell instantly in love. What kind of person was Huang Yaoshi? He was always free-spirited and unrestrained by worldly etiquette. Even if his beloved was a few years younger, he would find a way to bring her to Peach Blossom Island and wait for her to grow up, regardless of whether she was already of marriageable age. Feng Heng was no ordinary woman either; seeing Huang Yaoshi's talent and charm, she secretly fell in love. The two then married and traveled together.

Newlyweds, deeply in love, Feng Heng beamed with joy, while Huang Yaoshi, brimming with pride, cherished his wife dearly, never wanting to upset her in the slightest.

On their journey, the couple encountered the Old Urchin Zhou Botong, learning that he carried the second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual*, hidden away at a secret location at his senior brother's behest. First, Feng Heng provoked him with words, then Huang Yaoshi cheated in a betting contest, forcing Zhou Botong to lend her the *Nine Yin Manual*.

Feng Heng displayed her exceptional talent, memorizing the entire book in a single reading. Not wanting any other copy of the *Nine Yin Manual* to exist besides her husband, she devised a plan to provoke the Old Urchin into destroying the original, but later copied it and gave it to her husband. Both were cunning and exceptionally intelligent; their harmonious partnership was so perfect that even the most powerful and ruthless would fall for their tricks, let alone the naive and innocent Old Urchin.

The disciples were all astonished and impressed, overjoyed at the thought that they too could learn the unparalleled martial arts described in the scriptures. Qu Lingfeng, confident in his photographic memory for poetry and prose, knew that without martial arts knowledge and understanding of the text, memorizing a martial arts manual of seventy or eighty thousand words was utterly impossible. He couldn't help but admire his master's wife's intelligence.

Huang Yaoshi placed a plain book on a bamboo table, on which were written the six characters "Nine Yin Manual, Volume Two," the characters round and graceful, clearly his master's wife's handwriting.

Huang Yaoshi stroked the book and said, "This volume only contains martial arts techniques, but no internal energy cultivation method..."

The disciples were greatly disappointed upon hearing this. Without the internal energy cultivation method from the first volume, this second volume was like a tree without roots, impossible to practice.

Huang Yaoshi arrogantly declared, "This *Nine Yin Manual* was also written by mortals. If others can write it, why can't I, Huang Yaoshi? Now that I have the second volume in hand, if I, Huang Yaoshi, cannot create my own internal energy cultivation method from the first volume and master the martial arts described

in the manual, I will never leave the island!" Wu Kun, watching from outside the pavilion, saw Huang Yaoshi's final words, so full of heroic spirit, and wanted to shout and vent his inner turmoil.

But he was merely a lowly mute servant—in Huang Yaoshi's eyes, nothing more than a tiny insect, less than an ant.

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Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng left hand in hand, their demeanor intimate and close. The sight of them in green robes and laughing and chatting was truly the envy of all.

The disciples dispersed, and Mei Ruohua gestured to him several times. Wu Kun quickly went to the kitchen to fetch tea and snacks and brought them over.

Huang and Feng had already removed their outer garments and stood by the window, pointing out the sights and sounds of the island. Feng Heng leaned against Huang Yaoshi's arm, listening to her husband recount the stories of Finger-Flicking Peak, Qingyin Cave, Sword-Testing Pavilion, and the Green Bamboo Forest… Though she didn't speak, the tenderness and affection in her eyes were unmistakable.

Wu Kun, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed Feng Heng's slightly protruding belly; she was already several months pregnant. Wu Kun dared not linger, setting down his cup and saucer and retreating. His head was lowered, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Heng's slender feet beneath her skirt, and his heart fluttered again.

Wu Kun's mind was a jumble of emotions; he had no desire to prepare the dish "Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms?" He walked along the winding flower path towards the sea.

The peach blossoms had all faded, leaving the branches laden with unripe peaches, a few facing the sun already turning red, heavy and hanging from the branches. Wu Kun was already familiar with the island's paths; although he didn't know the principles of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, he could move freely. He walked out of the bushes, dejected, and sat on a rock, staring blankly at the sea.

The azure sea appeared even deeper in the twilight. The endless, undulating waves made one feel incredibly small. Wu Kun lowered his head, burying it in his knees, clenching his teeth and panting heavily. "

I've lived a life of glory, a renowned figure in the martial arts world! How could I have fallen to this state?! Huang Yaoshi is just a man! Why should I be his servant?"

Wu Kun's hatred grew. He jumped up, grabbed pebbles from the beach, and hurled them wildly into the sea. The pebbles splashed against the surface, creating small waves, but the waves subsided, and the sea remained unchanged, a single wave smoothing out the ripples, completely ignoring him.

Wu Kun continued hurling until he was exhausted, his arms aching, before finally kneeling weakly on the shore, howling hoarsely with his remaining half-speech.

His resentment gradually subsided, replaced by a profound sense of humiliation. Wu Kun, head hanging low, slunk into the peach grove.

What a ruthless Wu Kun, a master of Jiangnan, he was nothing but a dog on Peach Blossom Island. Even the cunning Du Dan and the treacherous Hu Lin… weren't they all obediently serving as slaves here? It was getting late; he'd better hurry back to cook. …I wonder

what Madam's tastes like…

Mei Ruohua had been waiting in the kitchen for a long time. Upon seeing Wu Kun, she gestured and scolded him for not being there.

Wu Kun nodded obsequiously, but his eyes were fixed on those small, snow-white hands, and he kept swallowing.

After scolding her, Mei Ruohua said that her master had instructed her that her master's wife disliked greasy food and that she should prepare some vegetarian dishes

. With that, she turned and left. "Damn it, walking so fast, in such a hurry to cheat on me?" Wu Kun cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare to slack off. He diligently washed his hands and face, tidying himself up thoroughly before finally focusing on preparing several delicate dishes.

Passing through a bamboo grove, they came to a lotus pond. A small stone embankment meandered through the pond, its banks lined with lotus leaves and blooming with snow-white lotus flowers, their fragrance refreshing and invigorating. On the opposite bank stood a house entirely constructed of unpeeled pine trees, its exterior covered in climbing vines, elegant and refined. This was Huang Yaoshi's abode.

At this moment, the bright moon rose, and a gentle breeze blew. The windows of the elegant residence were open. On the platform overlooking the pond, a stone table sat, where the new mistress of the house was playing chess with Huang Yaoshi amidst the flowers.

A slender, jade-white finger picked up a black chess piece and gently tapped it on the stone. Wu Kun's heart trembled slightly; he could almost hear the soft, melodious sound. He tiptoed to the side, placed the side dishes beside him, then took out a bottle of Bichun wine and two jade cups, carefully set them aside, and quietly slipped away.

Throughout the entire process, neither of them glanced at him, as if he didn't exist at all.

Passing the lotus pond, a slight movement came from beneath a clump of ivy, where a figure was crouching. Wu Kun looked up and recognized it as the cunning fox, Hu Lin. Hu Lin held a small flower hoe, his eyes gleaming with cunning. He glared fiercely at Wu Kun, then lowered his head and vigorously turned over the soil.

Wu Kun sneered inwardly. After walking a few feet, he looked back. Hu Lin was standing there, neck straight, staring blankly at the platform.

"Pah!" Wu Kun cursed inwardly, "What kind of monkey are you, daring to lay a finger on Madam?"

Under the moonlight, Feng Heng's face was as beautiful as a flower, her wrists as white as snow, her white robes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy emerging from the moon. Huang Yaoshi, in his blue robes, was upright and heroic, the two like rare flowers and ancient pines, if there were truly immortals in this world, they would be this divine couple.

Wu Kun suddenly remembered that he too had once had a wife.

But long ago, he had dissected her breasts and gouged out her genitals in front of Huang Yaoshi to show his loyalty...

"Fuck your mother, you stinking woman, can you compare to her? Damn it! I should keep her cunt and fuck her several times a day!"

Thinking of Blood Lily's white flesh and plump genitals, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel lustful. He crawled into the bushes, pulled out his "tool," and began to masturbate vigorously. Finally, exhausted, he lay on the grass, gazing at the starry sky, letting jealousy and hatred gnaw at his heart. After

the rain, the peach blossoms bloom (Part Six).
Half a month later, Chen Xuanfeng returned to the island. Huang Yaoshi, newly married and in high spirits, and seeing his disciple's good intentions, simply waved his hand and didn't pursue the matter of his unauthorized departure.

After seeing his master and mistress, Chen Xuanfeng went to find Mei Ruohua. The two were overjoyed to see each other and quietly slipped away from their fellow disciples, running deep into the peach grove.

Wu Kun, who had just returned from the seaside, saw Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua hand in hand disappearing into the grove. His heart stirred, and he followed them from a distance.

The two stopped under a peach tree, their hands clasped, their eyes locked, remaining silent for a long time.

Wu Kun, lying behind the flowers, one hand in his crotch, was already impatiently waiting. "Fuck your mother! Why aren't you doing it yet? Don't you know how? I'll teach you! You, surnamed Chen, push that little bitch to the ground, pull down her pants, hold her ass, spread her legs, and thrust hard into that cunt..."

Having not seen a woman's body for three years, Wu Kun was so anxious he gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush up and knock Chen Xuanfeng down, hold Mei Ruohua down, grab her round, plump ass, and fuck her to the point of death...

Just as he was feeling frustrated, Chen Xuanfeng suddenly moved, and Wu Kun's eyes widened instantly. He saw Chen Xuanfeng leap up and pluck the largest, reddest peach from the branch, placing it in Mei Ruohua's hand.

Mei Ruohua carefully peeled the peach, bit by bit, and took a bite of the red tip. Sweet peach juice flowed from her bright red lips, staining her snow-white fingers. The girl raised her head, glancing shyly and happily at her senior brother. Unable to suppress his love any longer, Chen Xuanfeng tightened his arms, holding his junior sister tightly in his embrace. Mei Ruohua's fingers loosened, and the half-eaten peach fell to the ground.

Wu Kun lay there for half an hour, waiting so long he felt like vomiting blood. "What kind of old evil master Huang is this? He only teaches saints! In this sweltering heat, he's been holding her for half an hour and still won't let go!"

Helpless, Wu Kun had no choice but to get up, deliberately making his footsteps heavy. Hearing the sound, Chen and Mei hurriedly separated and ran away.

Wu Kun stared at Mei Ruohua's round buttocks, thinking to himself, "Little bitch, your tender cunt won't last long. If I run into you, I'll definitely take a share!"

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Huang Yaoshi was extremely strict with his disciples and was also unpredictable by nature. Although Chen and Mei had feelings for each other, they dared not express them rashly and could only wait for an opportunity to inform their master.

More than a month passed, and one night, the two met again in the forest. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the moonlight alluring, and the young lovers were captivated, their passion surging.

Chen Xuanfeng's hands trembled as he removed Mei Ruohua's clothes piece by piece. Mei Ruohua's face flushed crimson, she clung tightly to her senior brother's broad back, arching her body. Chen Xuanfeng, panting, aimed at her wet, secret place and thrust in. Mei Ruohua let out a soft cry, her crotch already stained crimson.

The two were inseparable, entwined through the night, until dawn, when they reluctantly parted. Mei Ruohua's clothes were scattered all over the ground, and she searched high and low but couldn't find her undergarments. Seeing that dawn was approaching, the two didn't have time to search further and hurriedly put on their clothes and left the peach grove separately.

Mei Ruohua felt both joy and fear. She was happy to be able to share pleasure with her senior brother, but their secret affair was a major taboo in their sect. Thinking of her master's temper, Mei Ruohua couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Just as she rounded Qingyin Cave, a figure suddenly appeared before her.

Startled, Mei Ruohua frowned upon seeing who it was, gesturing wildly. "Why aren't you cooking? What are you doing here?"

Wu Kun chuckled, pulling a pink, handkerchief-like object from his robes. He shook it in the wind, then buried it in his face, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed it intensely. His strange eyes rolled upwards, radiating lewd light.

Mei Ruohua looked closely and realized the handkerchief was her missing undergarment. Filled with shame and anxiety, she reached out to grab the lowly mute servant. Her arm moved slightly, its movements undulating like waves—the "Azure Wave Palm Technique" of Peach Blossom Island.

The mute servant, who had been cooking, retreated, leaping back more than ten feet in an instant—a martial arts expert. Mei Ruohua's attack missed, and she was startled. Since arriving on the island, the cook had never displayed his martial arts skills. She had only heard from her master that he used to be a notorious thief, but she hadn't expected his skills to be so high. Even if he wasn't as good as her, he was almost as good. Capturing him would take quite a bit of effort.

Mei Ruohua's pretty face was filled with anger as she gestured, "What do you want?"

Wu Kun had been watching their movements closely and, seeing their eagerness to be discovered, he figured they were afraid Huang Yaoshi would find out. Wu Kun was always good at taking advantage of people's misfortunes, and seeing this, he wanted to use the opportunity to coerce Mei Ruohua into submission. He crumpled his undergarments into a ball, lewdly stuffed them into his crotch, and then gestured, "I know everything about you two, you two adulterers

. If you don't want the island lord to know, you'd better obey me." Mei Ruohua's face flushed red and then turned pale. Thinking of how this ugly man had seen her intimate moments with her senior brother the night before, she felt utterly ashamed and indignant.

Blinded by lust, Wu Kun gestured again, saying, "Tonight you're going to the back mountain alone, spread your ass, and let me fuck you hard..."

Seeing Wu Kun's left hand forming a circle and his right index finger gesturing wildly, Mei Ruohua gritted her teeth in anger. Taking advantage of the despicable man's enthusiastic gestures, she suddenly thrust forward with both elbows, unleashing the Peach Blossom Island's signature move, the "Spirit Turtle Step." She darted in front of Wu Kun, then formed a knife with her fingers and slashed at his waist.

Wu Kun barely managed to dodge, a sharp pain shooting through his abdomen. Mei Ruohua had ripped off his undergarment, catching his manhood. Realizing the danger, Wu Kun scrambled into the flower bushes, already drenched in a cold sweat. "That damned woman, she's really not to be trifled with..." Mei

Ruohua, worried about alerting others, didn't dare chase after him. She turned and ran, angrily tearing her soiled undergarment to shreds as she went.

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Wu Kun lived in fear for several days. Seeing that Mei Ruohua hadn't come to cause him any trouble, he assumed she was afraid of being discovered, and his courage grew again. That night, having spied on the two making love, he could no longer suppress the pent-up desire of three years. Having finally found an opportunity, how could he easily give it up?

That evening, he went to the hermitage to deliver food, and as usual, encountered Hu Lin outside the pond. For the past two months, this thin man had suddenly become much more diligent, frequently going to the vicinity of the hermitage to water and fertilize the flowers.

Wu Kun, carrying the food box, brushed past Hu Lin, thinking to himself, "What a cunning fox! He's clearly a pig! The moon in the sky is beautiful, but seeing it without being able to eat it is a waste."

Passing through the stone embankment, Huang Yaoshi and his wife were sitting embracing by the window. Feng Heng's eyes were closed, her soft, slender body nestled in her husband's arms, her hands gently resting on her slightly protruding belly. A sweet smile radiated from her orchid-like, delicate face. A corner of her snow-white dress draped from the windowsill, fluttering gently in the evening breeze. She was barefoot, her slender, beautiful feet curled gracefully beneath her, as translucent as jade. Huang Yaoshi wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders, his jade flute held upright beside her face, playing a soft melody.

The setting sun bathed the woman, her white dress, the flute… everything was shrouded in a warm, orange-red light. The round window framed the scene like a painting, the couple like figures in a painting, radiating a happiness unattainable by mortals.

Wu Kun silently put down the wine and dishes, about to leave, when Feng Heng beckoned to him. Wu Kun's heart leaped into his throat. He suppressed his pounding heart, forcing a smile, awaiting his wife's instructions.

Feng Heng lazily gestured, telling him: "Gather some green plums and sour apricots, or unripe grapes—anything sour, and bring them tomorrow. "

Wu Kun only saw her snow-white fingers twitching, almost missing what she was saying.

Someone in the world could "speak" sign language so beautifully… Wu Kun suddenly felt: being mute was also blissful.

"Do you understand?" Feng Heng asked.

Wu Kun nodded vigorously, almost throwing his blue cloth cap to the ground.

Feng Heng smiled sweetly, looked up, and said something to her husband.

Although Wu Kun couldn't hear, he saw it clearly, and felt as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over him, chilling him to the bone.

Feng Heng said: "This person is so ugly..."

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Wu Kun repeatedly stopped Mei Ruohua when no one was around, his behavior becoming

increasingly vulgar. Mei Ruohua endured it all, and several times she couldn't help but fight back, but Wu Kun always managed to escape by scrambling away. Mei Ruohua wanted to tell her senior brother, but found it too embarrassing to speak, so she simply went out to sea with Du Dan and others every day to fish, avoiding Wu Kun's harassment.

Du Dan, Ding Baipeng, and Qiao Yong, these three highly skilled mute servants, were the boatmen leaders of Peach Blossom Island. They were not only responsible for going out to sea but also for guarding the ships in the harbor. The mute servants on the island were all treacherous and cunning, constantly plotting to steal a boat and leave. Wu Kun had initially considered stealing a boat, but he knew his martial arts might not be superior to Ying Sha's, and with Ding Baipeng and Qiao Yong also involved, he was no match for them, so he gave up the idea.

Du Dan and the others were no exception, but they were all poisoned by Peach Blossom Island's unique hidden weapon: "Bone-Piercing Needles." These needles, with just a light tap, would penetrate deep into the flesh, firmly anchoring themselves in the joints of the bones. The needles were coated with poison, the effects of which were slow to take hold.

Six times a day, the poison would travel along the bloodstream, causing unspeakable, intense pain. It wouldn't kill immediately, but would take one or two years to take a life.

Du Dan and the others relied on antidotes to suppress the poison of the Bone-Piercing Needles. If they escaped, the poison would take effect within six months, leaving them in a state of unbearable agony. Therefore, in terms of loyalty, these three were the most loyal mute servants, not only daring not to leave without permission but also guarding the boat with utmost care.

As evening fell, Mei Ruohua had just arrived on the island and hadn't even reached the Sword Testing Pavilion when Wu Kun stopped her in the peach grove.

Wu Kun, still harboring lecherous intentions, figured Mei Ruohua was more afraid of being discovered than he was, and even if he couldn't have her body right now, teasing her a bit would be fine.

"You filthy woman, come and have some fun with me!"

Mei Ruohua raised an eyebrow, waving her hand dismissively, telling him to "get lost."

"Your senior brother can play with your cunt, but I can't?" Wu Kun leered, gesturing lewdly. "It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh. You'll see once you try it; my cock skills are far superior to your senior brother's..."

Mei Ruohua's face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, she leaped from her toes, drawing her long sword from her waist in mid-air, aiming a deadly strike at Wu Kun's brow.

Wu Kun rolled away on the spot, scrambling to the side. Enraged, he brandished his sword, yelling, "You filthy woman, if I can't have you, nobody else can! Tomorrow I'll make sure everyone on Peach Blossom Island knows you're cheating on me!" After venting his anger, he ran off in a flash.

Mei Ruohua was completely flustered, standing there dumbfounded for a long time, unsure what to do.

Chen Xuanfeng waited at the Sword Testing Pavilion for ages without seeing anyone, so he headed towards the sea. Reaching the peach grove, he found his junior sister sitting under a tree, hugging her knees and crying her eyes out. After

learning what had happened, Chen Xuanfeng was furious, his anger reaching a fever pitch, and he immediately went to settle the score with that bastard.

Mei Ruohua grabbed him, flustered, and said, "Settling scores with him is a small matter, but what if Master finds out?"

Mentioning Master, Chen Xuanfeng's heart tightened. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Let's go and inform Master... most likely Master won't blame us..." His words were hesitant, clearly unsure of Master's attitude.

The two remained silent, their brows furrowed in worry, when suddenly Mei Ruohua's eyes lit up. "Master's wife!"

"Yes! Let's go find Master's wife first!" Chen Xuanfeng jumped up, pulling his junior sister up.

Mei Ruohua didn't move. Her face flushed, she said, "How...how could I possibly see Master's wife..." After all, Feng Heng was two years younger than her; how could she bring up such a shameful matter?

Chen Xuanfeng stamped his foot. "You wait here for me. After I see Master's wife, I'll go and inform Master. I'll take full responsibility for whatever punishment you give me!" With that, he ran towards the hermitage. Mei Ruohua

waited anxiously for a moment, when suddenly she heard several "toot-toot" horn sounds coming from the harbor.

After a while, Du Dan led several men over. The leader, a man around forty years old, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had an arrogant expression and a rather unfriendly face.

Mei Ruohua was surprised. Over the years, few had dared to come to Peach Blossom Island, and such an arrogant figure was extremely rare. What exactly did they want to do on the island?

After waiting for another half hour, the group returned in a disheveled state. Du Dan still walked at a leisurely pace, and the men dared not urge him, running back and forth anxiously.

The once imposing burly man was now being carried on someone's shoulder, his face ashen, panting heavily. His arms were draped over the man's shoulders, his right hand severed at the wrist, the wound a jumble of flesh, as if it had been ripped off.

After a while, Chen Xuanfeng rushed into the peach grove. Mei Ruohua, who had been waiting anxiously, hurried to meet him. When she saw her senior brother's face, her heart trembled violently.

Chen Xuanfeng's lips were pale and his teeth were chattering, as if he had been greatly frightened and could not even speak.

Mei Ruohua had never seen her audacious second senior brother so frightened, and exclaimed, "Senior Brother!"

Chen Xuanfeng trembled as he pulled a thin book from his robes.

"The Nine Yin Manual!" Mei Ruohua cried out, "How could you..."

"Quick, let's go!" Chen Xuanfeng grabbed Mei Ruohua's wrist and stumbled towards the bay.

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (Seven)
Chen Xuanfeng also heard the horn sound. He knew someone was visiting the island, so he wanted to wait until his master received the guests before reporting.

He stood behind the hermitage for a while, his heart pounding, unsure how to tell his master's wife. Just then, a mute servant hurried out of the hermitage, his face lighting up with joy upon seeing him, gesturing for him to come in quickly.

Upon entering, Chen Xuanfeng inwardly groaned. One of the visitors was a lay disciple of Shaolin, someone he knew.

Two months ago, he had gone to sea to find his master, and on the way, he had a disagreement with this lay disciple, which escalated into a fight. To be fair, it was Chen Xuanfeng's fault, but he was young and hot-blooded, and he beat that Shaolin lay disciple so badly that he left behind the reputation of Peach Blossom Island. Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, the other party invited reinforcements to the island to settle the matter.

"Island Master Huang is a senior in the martial arts world, yet he condones his disciples' violent acts. What do you say about that?" the man in the tight-fitting clothes said bluntly.

Huang Yaoshi sneered, "What wrong my Peach Blossom Island disciples have done is their own business; we don't need outsiders to bother with it!"

The burly man slammed his hand on the long table, jumped up, and shouted, "Old Huang! Everything boils down to reason! My nephew was seriously injured by your disciple without cause. Let these friends judge this!"

Huang Yaoshi raised an eyebrow, his expression turning furious. "Who do you think you are? How dare you be so insolent in front of me!"

The burly man's face paled, but he still forced himself to say, "Do you even care about reason? Your disciple attacked first..."

"Tch—" Huang Yaoshi scoffed contemptuously, "Who told you that I, Old Huang, have ever been reasonable? Get lost!"

The burly man shuddered, turned around, and saw that the martial arts masters he had invited were all bowing their heads in silence. He knew he couldn't count on them. He stamped his foot and shouted, "You old scoundrel Huang, let's go!"

"Wait," Huang Yaoshi sneered, "Do you think you can just come and go as you please on Peach Blossom Island? If you want to leave, leave the hand that slammed on the table behind!"

The burly man then realized he had come to the wrong place. Huang Yaoshi was not only protective of his own, but his arrogance was even greater than that of his disciples... As the saying goes, even a dead tiger doesn't lose its spirit. The man stood with one hand raised to his chest, adopting a defensive stance, but cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Suddenly, a green shadow flashed, and Huang Yaoshi swiftly appeared in front of the burly man, grabbing his wrist. With a crisp crack, Huang Yaoshi had twisted off the burly man's entire right hand, tearing off a piece of skin and flesh.

"Smack!" Huang Yaoshi threw the severed hand onto the table, his eyes flashing like lightning, scaring the group of people into running away in terror.

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After much deliberation, Chen Xuanfeng realized that if his master found out about his affair with his junior sister the next day, his life would be in danger, and if his junior sister were implicated...

With a heavy heart, Chen Xuanfeng sneaked into the inner room, stole the half-scroll of the *Nine Yin Manual*, and fled the island with Mei Ruohua that very night.

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Wu Kun hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

In the middle of the night, Huang Yaoshi discovered the *Nine Yin Manual* was missing and was instantly enraged. He summoned all his disciples and mute servants to the hall and demanded an explanation.

Actually, there was no need to ask. Qiao Yong had seen Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua leave the island by boat at night, and he assumed they were acting on their master's orders, so he didn't dare stop them.

Huang Yaoshi's face was ashen. He smashed Qiao Yong's skull with a single palm strike, then grabbed his bamboo staff and broke the legs of Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, and Wu Mianfeng one by one, cursing as he did so: "I never thought I raised a bunch of ungrateful traitors! From now on, I, Huang Yaoshi, have no more disciples! All of you, get out!"

Their master was furious, and Qu Lingfeng and the others had no way to argue, only gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, their hearts filled with hatred for Chen Mei and the other's betrayal of their sect.

Feng Heng tried desperately to persuade them, but how could a frail woman who knew no martial arts withstand the extreme rage of Huang Yaoshi?

The youngest, Feng Mofeng, was only twelve years old, terrified by her master's actions, tears streaming down her face, but dared not utter a sound. Feng Heng stood in front of him, shouting, "Stop hitting them!"

"Aheng, step aside, let me break their legs!"

Feng Heng shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, "Don't hit them..."

Huang Yaoshi raised his arm and snapped Feng Mofeng's leg, then shattered his bamboo staff and strode away. After a long while, a furious howl echoed from Finger Flicking Peak.

The mute servants were all terrified, their faces pale. Wu Kun, sandwiched in the crowd, was also covered in cold sweat. In an instant, all the disciples had their legs broken and were expelled from the sect—Huang Yaoshi was truly wicked. Luckily, he was just a mute servant, and a cook at that, so he didn't have to worry about the boat...

Thinking about it again, he felt a chill run down his spine. Chen Mei and the other two were so bold; if it hadn't been so sudden, they would probably have killed him first before running away.

Feng Heng finished bandaging all the disciples, sighed, and then ordered Du Dan to prepare a boat to take everyone away at dawn. Then he called Hu Lin to go to Finger Flicking Peak to find Huang Yaoshi. She was seven months pregnant and quite cumbersome. Hu Lin, the island's gardener, knew the roads well and was skilled in martial arts; he could protect her. Hu

Lin hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed her out, his sleeves trembling slightly, clearly overjoyed. Eight out of the ten mute servants gritted their teeth as they watched his retreating figure . Wu Kun glared at Hu Lin and cursed inwardly, "You little monkey, you'll suffer a terrible death!" ＊... Wu Kun was greatly puzzled and wanted to ask Hu Lin what was going on, but Hu Lin had his hands behind his back and couldn't even make a gesture. ************ Last night, Feng Heng went to Finger Peak to find her husband. She was heavily pregnant and walked slowly, so Hu Lin had to help her up the mountain. Halfway up, Hu Lin became restless. Taking advantage of the rugged path, he casually kneaded Feng Heng's forearm, feeling the fullness of her flesh. Feng Heng was very perceptive and immediately saw through Hu Lin's frivolous behavior. She was angry inside, but her face remained expressionless. Near Qingyin Cave, Feng Heng suddenly stopped and pointed to a huge rock, gesturing, "What a beautiful rock..."

Under the moonlight, that jade-like hand shone with a pearl-like brilliance, even whiter than the silk handkerchief in its hand. Its slender, boneless fingers were like blooming magnolias, breathtakingly beautiful.

Hu Lin swallowed hard, nodding frantically, not even seeing the stone.

Feng Heng continued, "I heard you're very skilled in martial arts—can you carry such a large stone?"

Hu Lin finally snapped out of his daze, his eyes darting around for a while before he spotted the stone, taller than a man, and immediately nodded vigorously.

Feng Heng smiled slightly, "Carry it into that cave, I'll wait for you here, okay?"

Without a word, Hu Lin grabbed the boulder, shook it to loosen the soil, and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

Feng Heng then asked with concern, "How long can you carry such a heavy stone?"

Hu Lin tested its weight, holding out a hand.

"Oh..." Feng Heng nodded, her round belly bulging, and winked with a grin, seemingly greatly admiring his superhuman strength.

Hu Lin felt a wave of dizziness, straightened his back, hoisted the boulder, which weighed seven or eight hundred pounds like a small mountain, onto his shoulder, and excitedly headed towards Qingyin Cave. He stumbled and bumped his way into the cave, walked for about ten feet, and turned a small corner before the cunning fox realized something was wrong.

Qingyin Cave was not very high to begin with, and it was extremely winding and narrow. The boulder on his back was blocking the cave ceiling in front and the stone wall behind, making it impossible to move forward or backward. To make matters worse, he couldn't even put the boulder down. He had already crouched down to get into the cave, and now he was stuck inside, unable to move any further.

By this time, Hu Lin had been stuck for two hours. He was already thin and small, and carrying this huge rock was like an ant carrying a walnut; he was so exhausted that veins bulged on his forehead, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, almost to the point of collapse. It seemed his boast of five hours was mostly an exaggeration.

Wu Kun, arms crossed, his eyes darting around, suddenly leaped up and slammed his feet against the rock. Hu Lin groaned and fell to his knees with a thud, the huge rock on his shoulders teetering precariously.

Wu Kun, enraged, used both hands and feet to climb onto the rock, squatted on top, and then braced his shoulders and back against the cave ceiling, channeling his strength into his legs.

Hu Lin's body was pressed inch by inch to the bottom of the cave until he disappeared from sight. Suddenly, a series of cracking and banging sounds rang out, and the huge rock fell, crushing the lustful fox to pieces, leaving no trace of his body.

Wu

Kun rushed to the hermitage, where Feng Heng was combing her hair by the window. He held a shoe in his hand, gesturing that when he arrived, the man had been crushed, leaving only the shoe.

Feng Heng's slender hand trembled, and the ivory comb fell to the ground, her jade-like face turning pale. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old; she had only acted out of momentary anger, wanting to quietly teach that man a lesson, never expecting it would cost a life.

Wu Kun took the opportunity to feast his eyes on her beauty, taking in every detail from her hair to her toes. He stared at Feng Heng's seven-month pregnant belly, imagining the soft, smooth texture of her body, and his penis throbbed painfully.

Feng Heng weakly waved her hand, dismissing him. She stood by the window, hands clasped together, head bowed, her expression somber as she softly confessed. After a long while, she opened her eyes, still feeling a profound sense of loss.

Huang

Yaoshi, having driven away his disciples, was still filled with resentment. He had sworn an oath: he would not leave Peach Blossom Island until he had mastered the Nine Yin Manual. Therefore, although he wished he could capture his two rebellious disciples and skin them alive, he could only curse the heavens and the earth on the island, his hatred never ceasing. Feng Heng saw this and felt heartache, trying her best to comfort her husband.

One day, Wu Kun was busy in the kitchen when Feng Heng suddenly entered. She gestured for Wu Kun to step aside, then rolled up her sleeves and personally prepared two side dishes.

Wu Kun stared at her back, his heart burning with desire. Feng Heng's fair neck was lowered, her hair styled in a bun according to a young woman's attire. A few slender strands of black hair fell behind her snow-white neck, like wisps of smoke. Her two jade-like arms were smooth and beautiful, her jade-like fingers delicate and flawless. A gentle fragrance wafted from the steaming heat, intoxicating the senses.

Wu Kun had never been so close to her before. His heart churned with conflicting emotions. One moment he felt ashamed and wanted nothing more than to hide in a corner and secretly watch her; the next he longed to stand beside her, like a married couple, cooking and preparing meals; but the next he yearned to pounce on her, strip this goddess naked, and ravage her, making her weep, scream, and kneel before him, begging for mercy…

Feng Heng was oblivious to the beast-like gaze behind her. Wearily straightening her back, she picked up the food box and slowly left the kitchen.

Huang Yaoshi was practicing his palm techniques under a flowering tree. This "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm" was his prized skill. After the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he abandoned his sword and incorporated sword techniques into this palm style. The palm technique was undeniably sharp as a sword, yet its execution was exquisitely beautiful. The energy swirled everywhere, creating a flurry of flying energy and shimmering floral shadows.

Feng Heng stood at a distance, smiling as she watched her husband, her heart filled with both pride and affection.

After finishing a set of palm techniques, Huang Yaoshi raised his green sleeve, scattering petals like raindrops before the steps. Feng Heng's soft hand took her husband's hand, and they slowly walked to the table. She said gently, "Brother Huang, aren't you happy?"

Huang Yaoshi was still angry. "I, Huang Yaoshi, have roamed the world my whole life. When have I ever suffered the slightest loss? I never expected that my own disciple would steal my scriptures!"

"It's just a book after all," Feng Heng gently rubbed Huang Yaoshi's furrowed brow. "I'll write another one for you. Brother Huang, don't be angry anymore."

Huang Yaoshi was both surprised and delighted. "Ah Heng, you still remember?"

Feng Heng smiled slightly. "I'll give it a try."

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (VIII)
From then on, Feng Heng pondered deeply every day, writing down the scattered sentences in her mind one by one. She knew nothing of martial arts and had no understanding of the meaning of the text; she had only managed to memorize tens of thousands of words of scripture by relying on her innate intelligence. Now, almost a year had passed, how could she possibly remember it?

She wrote intermittently for several days, recording seven or eight thousand words, but they were all disjointed. Feng Heng's mind was exhausted, but to ease her husband's worries, she still forced herself to persevere, putting on a brave face in front of Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi, fearing to distract his wife, dared not disturb her further.

That night, Huang Yaoshi went alone to Flicking Finger Peak to play the flute, while Feng Heng pondered the scripture alone under the lamp.

Wu Kun brought a late-night snack to the hermitage and saw a glass lamp on the table. Feng Heng, dressed in white, with her arched eyebrows furrowed, held the flute in her delicate hands, deep in thought. Under the lamplight, her beautiful face appeared even more radiant, her skin as white as snow.

Wu Kun put down the food and was about to leave when he suddenly saw Feng Heng put down her pen, her starry eyes closed, her hands gently rubbing her temples, clearly exhausted. After a while, she took out a fragrant handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped behind her ears and on her neck. Under the lamplight, her fair skin glowed with a delicate blush, exuding a subtle fragrance.

Wu Kun's mind went blank for a moment, and the fire within him could no longer be suppressed, instantly burning his eyes red. He suddenly leaped up and tightly embraced Feng Heng from behind.

Feng Heng's beautiful eyes widened in shock. She had been writing silently for several days and was already mentally and physically exhausted. She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth,

as if to call for help. Her red lips moved, but a large hand was already heavily covering her mouth. Only then did Wu Kun realize what he had done. He had embraced this woman countless times in his imagination and in his dreams, ravaging her soft body, but he had never thought he would actually do it.

Thinking of Huang Yaoshi, Wu Kun trembled. But with such a beautiful woman in his arms, Huang Yaoshi's long-suppressed ferocity surged forth. Wu Kun pressed Feng Heng's acupoint to silence her, then pinned her to the ground.

Feng Heng stared in terror at the ugly, mute servant, frantically gesturing with her hands: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, and suddenly he opened his mouth wide, biting Feng Heng's finger and sucking on it forcefully.

Feng Heng felt as if her fingers were about to be swallowed by that filthy mouth, and she trembled with fear. The half-eaten tongue scraped against her hand, both disgusting and terrifying. She desperately pounded on Wu Kun's face and shoulder with her other hand, twisting her body to try and escape his weight. But her hands were powerless; her blows to Wu Kun's face were like hitting wood or stone, while her own palms throbbed with pain.

Wu Kun thought to himself, "I'm already doomed, might as well just go for it!" He opened his mouth and spat out that snow-white hand.

Feng Heng didn't bother wiping the disgusting saliva off her hand and immediately gestured, "Let go! My husband will be back soon!"

Wu Kun grinned sinisterly through gritted teeth. He knew Huang Yaoshi wouldn't be back for at least another hour, which was plenty of time to do many things.

"If you don't let go, my husband will kill you when he gets back!"

Wu Kun suddenly looked up and glanced outside, only to remember that the guy who had been spying outside all night was already dead. The Peach Blossom Island disciples who originally lived nearby had either fled or been chased away; there wasn't a soul left within a two-mile radius.

Wu Kun released his grip and sat up. Although Feng Heng's acupoints had been pressed, her limbs were still mobile. She forced a smile, her slender hand trembling as she brushed her hair aside. Taking advantage of Wu Kun's inattention, she immediately scrambled to her feet and ran outside.

She had only taken two steps when she suddenly felt a chill beneath her, then her legs tripped, and she fell heavily to the ground. Although she protected her lower abdomen, the fall still hit her abdominal bulb, causing a sharp pain in her abdomen.

Wu Kun had already decided to slowly toy with this beauty. He moved with lightning speed, tearing off Feng Heng's belt, loosening her undergarments, and tripping her to the ground. Then, he slowly walked over and used his toes to lift her clothes.

Feng Heng's undergarments slid down to her knees, revealing two sections of her smooth, alabaster thighs. As her clothes were lifted, more and more skin was exposed, glistening in the candlelight. She clutched her lower abdomen with one hand and pressed the hem of her clothes with the other, turning to the side, sobbing as she shook her head at Wu Kun, silently begging him to stop.

Wu Kun chuckled, opened his mouth wide, stuck out half of his tongue, pointed to his ear, then extended his middle finger, making a thrusting motion towards her crotch.

Feng Heng's face turned pale, her hands gripping the clothes under her belly tightly, tears streaming down her face. No matter what, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl who knew no martial arts; even if she were ten times smarter, she was powerless against a beast-like thug.

Wu Kun raised his fist and swung it towards her abdomen. Feng Heng let out a low growl, biting her red lips tightly, believing he had already punched her in the stomach.

"If you want a child, then listen to me obediently," Wu Kun gestured.

Raping Huang Yaoshi's wife was one thing; getting Huang Yaoshi's pregnant wife to obediently bend over and let him fuck her was quite another. His life as a notorious thief had taken him to many women, and threatening them with children almost always worked; even the most virtuous woman would submit.

Feng Heng understood his intention, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Wu Kun sat casually on the round stool still warm from Feng Heng's body, pointed to her rosy lips, and then to his crotch.

It took Feng Heng a while to struggle to her feet; she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her legs weak and powerless. Wu Kun impatiently pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his hairy legs, and pulled out his bulging, veiny member.

Feng Heng stood up unsteadily, and as soon as she straightened up, she suddenly pulled up her underpants, turned, and ran.

Wu Kun, who was expecting her to lick his lips, was completely taken aback. He angrily kicked off his pants, chased after her naked from the waist down, grabbed Feng Heng's hair, dragged her back, and then punched her in the stomach.

Feng Heng collapsed to the ground, clutching her cramping abdomen in agony, her legs trembling. Her underpants, which she had just pulled up, slipped down again, revealing her snow-white, plump, and smooth buttocks.

Wu Kun gripped Feng Heng's jaw and shoved his thick, dark penis into her mouth. The nauseating stench nearly suffocated Feng Heng; she struggled a few times before finally opening her red lips.

Wu Kun, overjoyed, immediately thrust inside. His penis had barely penetrated an inch when Feng Heng's jaw snapped shut, biting down with all her might.

Wu Kun tensed in pain, but thankfully he had anticipated this move; at the same time, he had also inserted his two thumbs.

Wu Kun pried open Feng Heng's mouth, and with a slight force, pulled her chin away, then thrust his hips forward, his glans slamming against Feng Heng's throat. He held Feng Heng's head, pressing her delicate face against his abdomen and kneading it forcefully. His ugly penis rubbed against her beautiful lips, thrusting incessantly into her warm, moist mouth.

Feng Heng's breath caught in her throat, her jaw throbbed with pain, and the salty, foul-smelling penis in her mouth nearly numbed her tongue. She struggled desperately with both hands, refusing to yield even after being punched several times in the abdomen and trembling in pain.

Wu Kun hadn't expected this seemingly fragile woman to be so resilient. He grabbed Feng Heng's shoulders, hooked her arm, and thrust it upwards with a sharp crack. Her struggling arm immediately went limp. Wu Kun did the same with her other arm, dislocating it as well. Then, with a sinister smile, he twisted Feng Heng's hair and began to slowly and deliberately thrust in and out.

At this point, wisdom was futile. Feng Heng's dislocated arm hung limply at her side, frozen in place as he continued his humiliation.

Wu Kun hadn't touched a woman in years, let alone a beauty like Feng Heng. After only a few thrusts, he ejaculated, a thick stream of semen shooting deep into Feng Heng's throat.

Feng Heng's robes were half-undone, and she lay limply on the ground, weakly coughing, specks of her cloudy semen splashing onto her cherry lips, her expression pitiful.

"You little bitch, I haven't even fucked your cunt yet, what are you pretending for?"

Wu Kun grabbed Feng Heng's soft waist and placed her on a round stool. Her silk underpants trailed down to her ankles. Feng Heng's waist and hips were supported by the stool, her upper body drooping, her hair scattered on the ground. Her upper body was still intact, but her lower body was completely naked. Her fair belly bulged high, forming a round ball, her two jade-like legs spread diagonally, bent into a smooth, snow-white rhombus. At the top of the rhombus was a peach-leaf-shaped patch of tender, red flesh.

A layer of soft, fine hair covered her fair, tender mound, neatly arranged as if combed. Below, two petals, engorged with blood from pregnancy, gently parted, their vibrant red dazzling. A sweet, feminine fragrance wafted through the damp air, causing Wu Kun's still-erect penis to become erect once more.

He plunged between Feng Heng's thighs, opening his mouth to bite and suck at her delicate vulva. Feng Heng's mute point was sealed, her jaw dislocated, she could only let out weak cries of pain. Wu Kun couldn't hear her, nor did he care. He released her mouth, his two thumbs, bearing the marks of teeth, extending to pry open the petals. The smooth, tender flesh gently parted, revealing a small, closed opening below. The entire secret place was pure red, without a trace of other color, smooth as ruby. Wu Kun raised his middle finger, pressing the tip against the opening; the warm, tender sensation made him shudder involuntarily.

Tears welled in Feng Heng's eyes as she frantically looked around, searching for a way to escape. But she couldn't speak or move, so even the most ingenious plan was useless. Just as she was panicking, her lower abdomen tightened, and a finger had already penetrated her.

"Damn! This little bitch's cunt is really tight!" Wu Kun muttered to himself, thrusting forcefully.

The slippery flesh was unusually warm and moist, the increased secretions of pregnancy causing a warm sensation. Thinking of Huang Yaoshi's child inside her, Wu Kun became even more excited. "Huang Yaoshi! Watch how I fuck your pregnant wife!"

Feng Heng's lower body was raised high, her entire vulva like an offering on an ivory stool, meticulously displayed under the light.

Wu Kun lifted his penis, pressing it against the erect, red mound, the saliva-covered glans easily squeezing into the fragrant flesh.

Feng Heng felt a chill run through her. She had been immersed in boundless happiness. She met the best man in the world, became his wife, and was pregnant with his child… However, this happy period lasted less than a year before being shattered. What will happen next?

Wu Kun held down Feng Heng's waist and hips, his penis thrusting wildly inside the young woman, his lower abdomen slapping against her swollen belly with a slapping sound. The warm, tender flesh was smoother and more delicate than lips and tongue, the layers of flesh painfully wrapped around his glans, bringing him immense pleasure. "What's so great about Huang Yaoshi? I, Wu Kun, have fucked the same cunts he fucked, haven't I? I've played with all his women, from head to toe, haven't I?"

Wu Kun stripped off Feng Heng's underpants, hoisted her snow-white legs onto his shoulders, and began another round of fierce thrusting. The white skirt flipped down from her waist, obscuring Feng Heng's heartbroken face. A pearl hairpin slipped from her hair, glittering and lying horizontally beside her hair.

His monstrous penis thrust forward suddenly, then throbbed and ejaculated thick streams of semen. This ejaculation was even more violent than the first, the semen gushing out, sliding over her delicate red flesh, and pooling on the ivory round stool.

Her white dress was lifted, and Feng Heng found the light from the glass lamp so blinding. Defiled without cause, she wouldn't rest in peace even in death.

With her intelligence, she knew Wu Kun would kill her to silence her. And then? Her husband would kill everyone on his island and then commit suicide.

Poor Huang Ge… no one could understand him; people treated him like a heretical demon. She had once wanted to spend her life with him, to protect him, to comfort him. Now that was impossible.

Most pitiful was the child in her womb, the child due next month, who would die with her without even knowing if it was a boy or a girl.

Her clothes were pulled open, and hands reached into her bosom, roughly squeezing her breasts. Feng Heng winced in pain; was he going to continue torturing her?

Wu Kun first picked out the silk handkerchief Feng Heng had used to wipe her sweat, then lifted her up by the shoulders. Feng Heng's delicate neck drooped, her dislocated arm dragging on the ground. Her bodice was open, revealing breasts smoother than silk. Half a month ago, she had begun to produce milk, her breasts swollen with fluid, making them appear even whiter and fuller. Her slightly upturned nipples, like two cherries, stood proudly atop her breasts. Her areolas were slightly swollen, tinged with a shy, delicate red.

Wu Kun grinned smugly, muttering a few words before remembering that his tongue had been cut out. He gestured with one hand, saying, "Didn't you say I was ugly? I've fed your two little mouths, now I'm going to drink your milk to replenish myself."

A layer of intense resentment flushed across Feng Heng's pale face.

Wu Kun haphazardly stuffed a silk scarf into Feng Heng's body, then opened his mouth, biting down on her nipple and sucking hard. Feng Heng's

delicate neck twisted to the side, her jade-like body trembling with humiliation, a blush spreading across her skin. The overflowing fluid in her breasts rippled gently, spurting out from her tightly closed nipples.

Wu Kun gulped down the fragrant colostrum, feeling even more triumphant than Huang Yaoshi had been when he first married Feng Heng.

Before long, both breasts were completely emptied. The soft, fragrant breasts hung limply on her chest, a few drops of milk still clinging to the nipples.

Wu Kun licked the remaining milk clean with his tongue. The rough coating of his tongue scraped against the nipples, causing the tender red tips to tilt to one side.

Feng Heng shuddered, slowly opening her eyes and looking at him with pleading eyes.

Wu Kun knew what the young woman wanted to say. He raised his hand, making a grasping motion in the air, "I haven't had enough of your cunt yet! He killed my wife, and today I'm going to play with his wife's cunt until it's rotten! I'll make sure the bastard in your belly comes out!"

Feng Heng's jaw trembled violently, her fragrant tongue quivered desperately, and her two white thighs struggled like dying fish.

Wu Kun stepped on Feng Heng's hip bones, grabbed her smooth, jade-like legs with both hands, twisted and pulled, ripping her legs off as well.

Feng Heng's limbs hung limply, a section of her snow-white flesh draped over the ivory stool, her violated private parts covered in semen, a corner of a silk scarf peeking out from her jade gate, trembling slightly between the tender flesh.

After the rain, the peach blossoms (nine)
Wu Kun picked up the brush Feng Heng used to memorize the "Nine Yin Manual," looked at it, and tossed it onto the table. Then he took the thickest wolf hair brush from the shelf, held it in his hand like a brush, and stroked it back and forth on Feng Heng's white, smooth belly. Beneath the

glossy black wolf hair brush, a layer of fine flesh rose on her snow-white skin. Feng Heng watched his movements in fear, her chest heaving with blood and qi. The sharp wolf hair brush swept past her belly and slid into her tender petals. The wolf-hair brush was nearly a foot long and thicker than two fingers, its handle made of bamboo, carved with a gnarled plum branch. Wu Kun pulled out a silk handkerchief stained with semen and thrust the brush in. The sharp wolf hair, like a cluster of needles, pierced into her incredibly tender secret place, the tips sticking to the flesh walls, spreading out like an umbrella, rounding up the red, tender opening.

Feng Heng's eyebrows furrowed, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. She was both shocked and in pain, her jade gate involuntarily clenching tightly, gripping the brush tip.

Wu Kun pressed down on her round belly, using force to push the large wolf-hair brush in more than six inches. Between Feng Heng's two round thighs, a bamboo tube extended straight out, the plum blossom on it as red as blood. The other end of the bamboo tube was deeply inserted into a patch of delicate, tender flesh, the wolf hair scraping bloody marks on the flesh walls, all the way to the clitoris, causing excruciating pain.

Wu Kun gripped the brush handle, grinning maliciously as he thrust it forcefully. Tiny specks of blood splattered, staining the bench and the floor. He was always bloodthirsty, and the smell of blood only fueled his ferocity.

Feng Heng trembled violently, writhing in agony. The pitiful expression of her strained throat, unable to utter a sound, gave Wu Kun immense pleasure—Huang Yaoshi, you cut off my tongue, and today I'll play with your wife like this, she won't be able to scream!

Half an hour later, Wu Kun pulled out the wolf-hair brush. Half a brush handle was now completely blood-red, the sharp tip shattered and mangled, its original shape gone. Feng Heng's delicate vulva had been pounded into a bloody, mangled hole; the outer petals remained intact, but the inside was devoid of any healthy flesh. The

already exhausted young woman, further tormented, was now barely breathing. Even with her jaw still clenched and her mute point still sealed, she could no longer utter a sound. Her once lively and beautiful eyes froze, unblinking for a long time, only occasionally turning with difficulty. Yet her round belly remained calm, showing no sign of agitation despite the severe damage to her womb.

Such brutal violence, yet still without achieving its goal, made Wu Kun panic. He steeled himself, took another long pen from the shelf, and forcefully thrust both ends into Feng Heng's body, pulling hard.

The bloodied vaginal opening suddenly gaped open, a wide and long slit torn open. Feng Heng, nearly unconscious, was awakened by the tearing pain. She struggled to sit up, her eyes fixed on her ravaged lower body.

The hard pen shafts, crossed and separated, pierced her body like a sharp triangle, even revealing her hidden core. Wu Kun exerted force, forcing the pen shafts into her core, tearing a bright red gash in her cervix.

A ripple of clear amniotic fluid gushed from her smooth, white belly, instantly filling the entire ivory stool and flowing down the smooth surface to the floor. Then, the abdomen trembled slightly, and the sleeping fetus awoke, impatiently struggling to move its limbs, slowly sliding out of the uterus.

Wu Kun was overjoyed. He pressed down on the abdomen, pushing it downwards until the fetus's head emerged from the cervix. He pulled out his pen and helped Feng Heng to her feet.

Feng Heng's legs, pulled loose, were weak and powerless. Her face was pale, her clothes had slipped down to her elbows, revealing her bare, snow-white breasts. Half of her white skirt had fallen down, and the fetus had sunk between her thighs, its mound high and fleshy.

Although it was a forced labor, the contractions came as expected. Feng Heng's eyes were unfocused, only a blur of pain remaining, reminding her that her premature fetus was about to be born.

Wu Kun reluctantly pinched her breast, then wiped the semen from her mouth, helped her straighten her clothes, carefully buttoned them, then closed her chin, arms, and legs, finally pulling up her underpants to cover Feng Heng's already spread lower body and fastening the belt. Her bodily fluids immediately soaked through the underpants, dripping onto the ground. The fetus had already descended between her thighs, spreading the young woman's legs.

After straightening her clothes, Wu Kun placed Feng Heng on the ground, then raised his hand and slapped her on the back of the head. Feng Heng twisted weakly on the ground, then her fingers loosened, and her soul vanished.

Wu Kun concealed the semen-stained handkerchief, tucked the two pens into his robes, and carefully cleaned away all traces before slipping away.

As he ran, Wu Kun laughed inwardly. Never before had he been so smug about raping and murdering women. This time, he had not only raped and murdered a woman of unparalleled beauty, but also a heavily pregnant young woman—and, moreover, Huang Yaoshi's wife! Huang Yaoshi, no matter how powerful you are, your flower-like wife was still played to death by me, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade! This blood-stained green hat must be so satisfying! He had just reached the bamboo grove when a wild scream echoed from inside the hermitage. But Wu Kun couldn't hear it.

If he could, he would be even happier.

********** ... The next morning, Wu Kun hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to deliver food to the hermitage. The once exquisite and elegant residence was a mess, as if swept by a tornado. All the furniture was smashed to pieces, and pools of blood covered the floor—a horrifying sight. Only the glass lamp, a witness to all the bloodshed, remained intact. The previous night, Huang Yaoshi returned to the hermitage to find his wife lifeless. He cried out and embraced her. Seeing that her body was still warm, he immediately poured his inner energy into her. After a long while, Feng Heng's eyelashes fluttered, and she weakly moved her red lips, asking, "Boy...girl..." Huang Yaoshi then realized that his wife's lower abdomen had flattened, but a bulge had appeared between her legs. He ripped open her wet undergarments and saw the fetus lodged between her legs, only its wrinkled little face visible. Huang Yaoshi removed the fetus, glanced at it hastily, and said in a trembling voice, "A girl...it's a girl..." The fetus then let out a loud cry. However, Feng Heng could no longer hear him. Huang Yaoshi mechanically wrapped the fetus, then let out a long howl, a sound that was both a song and a cry, vomiting up a bucket of blood. When Wu Kun entered the hermitage, Huang Yaoshi was holding his wife, sitting on the ground like a piece of stone, oblivious to everything around him. This was a perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but just seeing that back view made Wu Kun's heart falter. Three days later, Huang Yaoshi gradually resumed eating. He used the ancient cold jade he had collected from the seabed to carve a jade coffin to preserve his wife's body. Then he summoned Du Dan and ordered him to capture skilled shipbuilders and a wet nurse from the mainland. A beautifully decorated pleasure boat was quickly built. Huang Yaoshi believed that his wife had died from a miscarriage due to excessive worry, and therefore vowed to die for her. He knew that if he died on the island, his body would inevitably be defiled by the mute servants, so after much thought, he built this pleasure boat. The keel of this ship was the same as other ships, except that its hull was held together with raw rubber ropes, meaning it would shatter into pieces when hit by the waves at sea. Huang Yaoshi originally planned to take his wife's jade coffin with him, sail out to sea, and as the waves surged and the ship broke apart, play the "Song of the Rising Tide of the Azure Sea" on his flute, burying him with his wife in the vast blue waves. Only in this way could he uphold the status of a grandmaster of martial arts. However, just before setting sail, he couldn't bear to let his daughter die with him. After delaying for many days, Huang Yaoshi exhausted his energy and ingenuity to build an incomparably magnificent tomb for his wife, waiting only for his daughter to grow up before he himself would join her in the sea. Wu Kun committed countless crimes; although he loved the limelight and was accustomed to leaving a name, he was extremely swift and decisive. Even though he left some clues, the horrified and maddened Huang Yaoshi failed to notice them. Huang Yaoshi was exceptionally intelligent, but intelligent people are often arrogant, and he never imagined that his wife would be tortured and murdered by a mute servant. Wu Kun spent several months in suspense, finally breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't given himself away. Whenever he recalled the tragic beauty of that day, he would take out the silk handkerchief and the two brushes stained with Feng Heng's blood, savoring the memory. A year passed quickly, and before the tomb was even completed, several uninvited guests suddenly arrived at Peach Blossom Island. ******************* ... Huang Yaoshi, tilting his head back and rolling his eyes, coldly said, "Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi always keeps his word. I said I would never even glance at your scriptures, when have I ever looked at them? The *Nine Yin Manual* I read was copied by my wife, not yours!" Wu Kun thought to himself, "So that's it, the real culprit has come knocking." Wang Chongyang was famous throughout the land, but his junior brother was unremarkable in appearance, with a round face and a chubby, rather comical build. Now, his face was full of anger, pouting like a child, exuding innocence and carefree charm—he certainly didn't seem like the uncle of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Zhou Botong angrily retorted, "If you hadn't tricked me out of my scriptures, could your wife have written the *Nine Yin Manual*? Where is your wife? Let her judge!" Huang Yaoshi's face darkened, and he swept his sleeves and went into the back hall. The hall was entirely white, with incense, candles, and a memorial tablet on the central table. Behind it was a jade coffin, adorned with countless flowers—it was a mourning hall. Zhou Botong was taken aback by the unexpected early death of Madam Huang, who was in the prime of her life. Huang Yaoshi coldly said, "Old Urchin, you don't need to pretend. If you hadn't been showing off your so-called 'true scriptures,' my wife wouldn't have left me." "What?" Zhou Botong was greatly surprised. Huang Yaoshi stared at him angrily, then suddenly burst into tears, recounting how his wife had been so engrossed in studying the scriptures that she had become mentally exhausted, and how she had miscarried and died as a result. Zhou Botong grinned and said, "You're a martial artist, yet you value marital affection so much. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Huang Yaoshi said, "My wife is different from others." Zhou Botong said, "Now that your wife is dead, you can concentrate on your training. If it were me, I'd be more than happy! The sooner my wife dies, the better. Congratulations, congratulations!" Huang Yaoshi flew into a rage and swung his palm at Zhou Botong. The Old Urchin moved like a child, but his martial arts skills were truly remarkable. He parried with his left hand and flicked his toes, returning the blow with unparalleled speed. Both were highly skilled martial artists, and their fight was evenly matched. Wu Kun was witnessing Huang Yaoshi's full power for the first time, and he was utterly terrified, unable to believe such martial arts existed. He had been standing outside the house, but the force of their attacks forced him to retreat. Such a duel between masters was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and Wu Kun, a martial artist himself, didn't want to miss it, hoping to learn even a single move for future benefit. However, Zhou and Huang's attacks were incredibly fierce, and he feared that their battle would engulf him, so he retreated to the edge of the lotus pond. While the fight raged inside, a slight movement suddenly occurred in the nearby flowerbed, almost imperceptible to Wu Kun unless he had exceptional eyesight. He glanced sideways and was immediately terrified. Hidden among the flowers were Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua, who had betrayed their master and fled the island. Over a year had passed, and Chen Xuanfeng's complexion had turned sallow, with prominent veins. Mei Ruohua's face also had a strange dark aura, no longer the youthful beauty she once was. The two, one yellow and one dark, had skin with a faint metallic sheen, clearly indicating significant progress in their martial arts. Peach Blossom Island's martial arts were inherently unorthodox, distinct from both Buddhist and Taoist arts. Furthermore, the lower volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* lacked internal energy cultivation methods. Chen and Mei's forced practice had led them down a wicked path. Fearing they would cause him trouble, Wu Kun, no longer able to watch the battle, quickly slipped away. Fortunately, Chen Mei, focused intently on the hermitage, failed to notice the culprit who had forced them to betray their master. Wu Kun hid under the kitchen wall for half a day until five peach blossoms bloomed on the wall before heading to the hermitage to receive his orders. On the way, he encountered Du Dan. Du Dan, with a hawk-like glint in his eye, brazenly cut in his way. Wu Kun, carrying Chen and Mei, simply ducked past them. Upon arriving at the hermitage, Huang Yaoshi was holding his one-year-old daughter, Huang Rong, teaching her to babble. He instructed Wu Kun to deliver food and water to Zhou Botong, who was imprisoned in the cave behind the mountain, every day, but not to do anything else. Huang Rong stretched out her little hands, imitating her father's gestures, and surprisingly, she learned them quite well. Her nose and eyes were exactly like Huang Yaoshi's, but her face was like Feng Heng's, with distinct red and white features, and she was exquisitely beautiful.

Later, Wu Kun learned that Zhou Botong's legs had been broken by Huang Yaoshi, and he had made a solemn vow that if he could not defeat Huang Yaoshi, he would obediently offer the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual as soon as he stepped out of the cave, so that Huang Yaoshi could burn it as a sacrifice to his deceased wife. Huang Yaoshi was prone to taking his anger out on others, and he blamed Zhou Botong for his wife's death. Therefore, he ordered Du Dan to guard the ships strictly, and if the old rascal broke his vow, he would rather destroy the ships than allow him to leave the island alive. After the rain,

the peach blossoms (10)
It was early winter in a flash. Peach Blossom Island was deep in the sea, and the climate was warm. Although there was a slight chill, there was no bitterness of wind and frost.

Feng Heng's tomb had been built. A clearing was set up next to the green bamboo forest and planted with countless rare flowers. They were all white flowers. From a distance, it looked like a small lake made of flowers. The flowers bloomed all year round and the fragrance was constant.

Huang Yaoshi spent his days teaching his daughter and fighting with Zhou Botong to force him out of the cave. Every evening, he would visit the tomb, sometimes with a woman, sometimes alone, playing a tune on his flute to ease his deceased wife's loneliness.

Wu Kun was both shocked and puzzled, and somewhat admiring. He thought that with Huang Yaoshi's martial arts skills, any beautiful woman in the world would be at his beck and call; such devotion was truly rare.

Chen Mei and Huang Yaoshi exchanged a fleeting glance and then vanished without a trace. Wu Kun, unknown on Peach Blossom Island, would never know that a ruthless and wicked couple had been added to the martial arts world. The "Black Wind Duo" rose to fame, surpassing the long-lost "Eagle Fiend," "Cunning Fox," and "Crimson Blade."

Dozens of mute servants remained on the island. Without the restraint of disciples like Qu Lu, the servants, though not daring to offend the Huang family's power, engaged in more private brawls. Du Dan and Ding Baipeng formed their own factions, constantly clashing with each other. However, no one was killed, and Huang Yaoshi paid no attention to these thugs.

Wu Kun dutifully tended the fire in the kitchen, avoiding any trouble from either side, lest he slip up in his drunken state and give himself away.

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From the kitchen, it took less than fifteen minutes to reach Zhou Botong's cave. Aside from relieving himself, Zhou Botong spent his time in the cave practicing martial arts, catching insects and ants, quite content.

Remembering Huang Yaoshi's instructions, Wu Kun put down the food and turned to leave; after all

, Zhou Botong was deaf and mute, so even if the Old Urchin was anxious, there was no way he could chat with him to relieve his boredom. An hour later, Wu Kun went back to the cave to collect the dishes. Zhou Botong's broken legs had fully healed, and he was sitting on the ground, playfully punching and slapping each other.

Wu Kun assumed he was just bored and didn't pay much attention. After taking his food and leaving the cave, he stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up. He saw the sea was as smooth as a mirror, without a single ripple, but in the distance, a small black dot was quietly approaching the island. Under the moonlight, the dark dot was clearly visible—a small boat. Wu Kun was secretly surprised

. Could it be that Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua, still harboring treacherous intentions, had come to spy on the island again? The boat drew closer, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen, her physique quite different from Mei Ruohua's. Wu Kun's curiosity was piqued. He hid the dishes and stealthily made his way to the shore three miles away.

The woman didn't choose a harbor where it was easy to moor, but instead quietly approached the shore from a secluded spot on the west side of the island. She tied up the small boat, then lightly leaped behind a rock. Her movements were clean and swift, revealing

a surprisingly strong martial arts skill. She was petite, with fair skin, seemingly a woman from the south. She wore an expensive fox fur coat, its black color contrasting sharply with her snow-white neck. Beneath the coat, a lake-blue tight-fitting garment was faintly visible, highlighting her rounded, shapely hips.

Judging from her attire and appearance, she was most likely a member of a wealthy family. What could have driven her alone through the vast ocean in the dead of night to such a dangerous place as Peach Blossom Island? Wu Kun grew increasingly suspicious. Without reporting to Huang Yaoshi, he quietly hid in the bushes, his eyes fixed on the woman.

The woman, her hand on the long sword at her waist, surveyed her surroundings while cautiously making her way towards the island, using the rocks and trees as cover.

"Sneaky movements, either a villain or a thief!" The thought of the word "villain" ignited a burning lust within Wu Kun. The murder of Feng Heng had been a year and a half ago; he had been holding back for so long, and now a beautiful woman had suddenly appeared on the island—it was like a gift from heaven!

Just as his lust was aroused, the woman suddenly lowered her head, revealing a strand of gray hair from beneath her blue cloth veil. Wu Kun's heart sank. She was an old woman!

Enraged, Wu Kun leaped up, pouncing like a hungry tiger. Hearing the whoosh, the woman turned around in horror. Wu Kun felt a blur before his eyes and nearly fell onto the rocks.

The woman's hair was already gray, but her face was like smooth jade, making her appear no more than twenty years old. She had long, arched eyebrows, bright, star-like eyes, and an exceptionally beautiful face. She stepped back two paces, crossed her hands, and formed a defensive stance, demanding in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Wu Kun paused for a moment, then suddenly grinned menacingly, licking his lips with his tongue. This was his usual habit, but now his tongue was missing half, scraping against his gaping maw, making him look like a demon in the moonlight.

The woman was terrified, her face turning pale. She leaped into the flower bushes, no longer caring about fighting. She had only taken a few steps when she found herself surrounded by winding paths, leading nowhere. The woman stopped in horror, turning back to find herself also surrounded by flower paths, with clusters of wildflowers blooming out of season, a riot of colors. Not only could she not discern where she had come from, but even the sea that had been so close had vanished without a trace.

The woman, driven by courage, came to rescue the man. Upon reaching the island, she realized Peach Blossom Island lived up to its name; every flower and tree was exquisitely arranged, possessing the subtleties of yin and yang, and the reversal of heaven and earth. Thinking of the hideous demon she had just witnessed, cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Listening intently, she heard no sound; the vast island seemed to be inhabited only by her.

In her moment of panic, a long, dark blue rope swept across the ground, tightly binding her ankle. The woman was terrified and leaped up, her slender legs swiftly pulling back. The black rope tightened with a "snap," followed by a powerful surge that pulled the young woman's body through the air, involuntarily dragging her into the flower bushes.

Wu Kun, having succeeded in his attack, was about to seal her pressure points for some pleasure when he saw the woman slightly raise her middle finger, aiming directly at her vital point—a swift and skillful technique.

Wu Kun blocked with his elbow and then thrust his knee sharply into the woman's abdomen. The woman flipped sideways, drew her longsword with a backhand, a flash of green light, severed the rope, and fell to the ground. Then, with a feint of her left hand pressing down, she thrust her sword forward with her right, executing a move called "Stabilizing Yang Needle"—a move from the Quanzhen Swordplay.

Wu Kun's belt had already been cut; he immediately removed his green robe and covered the woman's head with it, secretly kicking up a puff of fine sand. The woman's martial arts were not weak, but her understanding of the ways of the martial world was far shallow. Her eyes stung, blinded by the sand. She immediately lost her composure, her sword flailing wildly, unaware of her enemy's direction. After a moment, a sudden numbness shot through her ribs , and her

delicate body collapsed limply among the flowers. Wu Kun carried the curvaceous woman's body, weaving east and west, until he reached the back of the Finger-Flicking Peak and the Qingyin Cave at its foot. Two years ago, Hu Lin had perished here; the boulder had remained wedged inside the cave, making it much shallower.

He climbed the boulder, squeezed through a crevice into the cave behind it, and threw the woman onto the damp stone slab. Normally, the mute servants were all busy with their duties, and few came here. Even if they did, they wouldn't notice the cave behind the rock. This place was closest to Wu Kun's residence, but at least five li away from Huang Yaoshi's hermitage and the Old Urchin's and servants' quarters. Even if she shouted, no one would hear her, especially since most of the servants on the island were mute and couldn't hear her.

Once the pressure point was released, the woman immediately asked repeatedly, "Who are you? Who are you?"

Wu Kun smiled sinisterly, stuck out his tongue, pointed to his ear, and shook his head.

The woman was stunned for a long time, seemingly unable to believe that this fierce man was deaf and mute. In her surprise and doubt, the fierce man stretched out his two large hands, grabbed the collar of his fox fur coat, and pulled it open. With a few soft clattering sounds, the gold buttons fell one by one onto the damp stone, swaying slightly. She screamed and struggled to get away, but the pressure points under her ribs were not released, and she couldn't even lift a finger. Seeing that the man was grabbing her tight-fitting clothes and about to tear them open, she cried out, "Let me go! Go and call Huang Yaoshi out, I, Liu Ying, have something to say!"

Wu Kun didn't care about her; he was ready to take advantage of her, even if she was a phoenix, he would rape her first.

The woman, upon arriving on the island, was inexplicably subdued by this strange man dressed as a servant. Now, facing further humiliation, her fear seemed about to explode. Her clothes ripped open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. In her desperation, the young woman cried out, "Let go! I...I am the Imperial Consort of Dali!"

Liu Ying: Twenty-one years old, Imperial Consort of Dali, had a son with the Old Urchin. After the incident, Zhou Botong left Dali, and her son was killed by Qiu Qianren, turning her hair white overnight.

Wu Kun was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He had slept with countless women, but had never tasted the pleasures of an imperial consort, let alone the concubine of the Southern Emperor. Dali was a small kingdom in the southwest, but its ruler, Duan Zhixing, was renowned in the martial arts world, known as the "Emperor of the South," and was considered one of the top masters of his time, alongside the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Northern Beggar, and Central Divine.

Of the Five Greats, only Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing had ever been married. Now, having raped both of their wives, he could boast in the martial world, "What Five Greats? All the married ones have been raped by me, Wu Kun the Bloodthirsty Blade!" How glorious that would be!

Liu Ying hadn't expected that revealing her identity would only excite the thug even more. She begged and threatened. But Wu Kun was deaf to her words, his hawk-like eyes gleaming with ferocity. He hooked his hand on the torn fabric, but instead of parting it, he ripped it straight down. With a "rip," a piece of the sturdy silk was torn from her chest.

The lake-blue silk slid down her sides, revealing a bright red bra. Beneath the bra, her round, fragrant breasts stood high, trembling incessantly. Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with greed. He spread his hands, grabbed the two plump mounds of flesh through the bra, and began to knead them roughly.

Liu Ying trembled in pain, her pretty face drained of all color. The sand in her eyes hadn't been cleared; her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her face, making her look pitiful. "Please...don't touch me..." Her initial courage had vanished, and the beautiful concubine pleaded tearfully.

Wu Kun grinned maliciously and released her. Liu Ying felt a sense of relief, but then saw him grab her fox fur coat and tear it to shreds in a few swift movements. Before Liu Ying could react, Wu Kun's fingers, like hooks, ripped her bodysuit, bra, and undergarments into strips. In the blink of an eye, those gorgeous clothes were reduced to a pile of rags. Small items from her pockets fell to the ground.

Now Liu Ying understood; he would never let her go...

The pale moonlight filtered through the cracks in the rocks, illuminating the beautiful female body in the cave. Liu Ying was the Southern Emperor's favorite concubine, and at this time, she was of youthful beauty. Although not as stunning as Feng Heng, she was still a rare beauty.

Wu Kun grabbed her ankles, spread them apart, and pushed them upwards, folding her soft body over. Liu Ying had recently given birth, her body plump, her fair mons pubis covered in thick hair, plump and pleasing. Between the glossy black hair, two thick labia, a smooth, vibrant red, contrasted beautifully with her snow-white skin. Her breasts, nestled between her legs, resembled two mounds of white, oily fat, swaying slightly, almost overflowing.

Wu Kun bent over, pressing his penis against the woman's body, his shaft pressed between her labia, and without hesitation, thrust it in forcefully.

Liu Ying's delicate neck arched back, her head resting on the stone slab, tears streaming down her face. Her dry, tight vagina felt like it had been stabbed with a dull knife, every inch burning with intense pain. She gasped for breath, her neck swaying weakly, as if pleading, or perhaps in disbelief.

Wu Kun thrust all the way in, then began to pump wildly. Her vagina, constricted by the pain of childbirth, tightened, the tender flesh clinging tightly to his penis, giving him a pressure no less intense than that of a virgin.

After thrusting for a while, Liu Ying's lower body involuntarily secreted a honeyed fluid, becoming a tantalizingly slippery liquid. Wu Kun's thrusting became increasingly smooth; he embraced the young woman's full, snowy buttocks, his penis relentlessly moving in and out between her red,

tender petals, until Liu Ying's eyes rolled back, and she cried out incessantly, "Ah ah!" Half an hour later, Wu Kun thrust hard in the lower abdomen, and a thick stream of semen shot out. He pulled out his penis, hooked his hands around her petals, spreading them wide, and brought his oily, ugly face close.

Liu Ying's vagina was spread wide open, revealing a rounded entrance between the red, tender flesh, opening and closing with a panting motion. A stream of cloudy white semen flowed continuously from within, filling the cave with an atmosphere of debauchery.

Back

at his lodgings, Wu Kun hadn't slept all night. Before dawn, he prepared breakfast, first sending a portion to Zhou Botong. Finally, daybreak arrived. He carried the food box to the hermitage, served breakfast to the Huang family father and daughter, and then hurried off to Qingyin Cave.

Reaching the Sword Testing Pavilion, he saw over thirty mute servants divided into two groups, each with a fierce expression. Leading them were Du Dan and Ding Baipeng. Each group had seven or eight skilled martial artists of varying levels; the rest were ordinary people. Du Dan was the strongest among the servants, but he was arrogant and disdainful of others, surrounded by his terrified henchmen. In terms of strength, he was outnumbered by Ding Baipeng's men.

Wu Kun was also a well-known figure in the martial arts world, and both sides wanted to recruit him. However, he preferred to protect himself and keep a low profile. He pretended not to see them, avoiding the crowd and slipping into the flower bushes.

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (XI)
Wu Kun circled around to make sure no one was behind him before quietly slipping down the mountain.

The Qingyin Cave remained dimly lit. Liu Ying, her acupoints sealed, lay sprawled on the cold stone floor, staring blankly at the cave wall. Her throbbing vulva had closed, but traces of dried semen remained on the petals.

Wu Kun inserted two fingers into Liu Ying's body, stirring them wildly until the vulva was slightly wet, then thrust in.

Liu Ying had been abducted for six hours and was now freezing and hungry, unable to even cry out. She deeply regretted her recklessness, which had led to her current predicament, being humiliated by the servants of Peach Blossom Island. She didn't know how much longer she would be tortured, or if she could ever leave this place alive.

After a few moments of thrusting, Wu Kun felt that the vulva was no longer as tight as yesterday, loose and tasteless. He impatiently pinched the young woman's breast hard. Liu Ying's body tensed slightly, but before she could contract her vaginal muscles, she stopped moving.

Wu Kun wrapped his arms around Liu Ying's soft waist and turned her over into a kneeling position. Then he grabbed her two snow-white buttocks and spread her plump, round buttocks flat. The cleft of her buttocks was slightly red, with a few specks of white semen inside. Between her plump thighs, a cluster of red, tender flesh turned downwards, like a blooming flower. Along the cleft of her buttocks was a light brown fleshy opening, surrounded by dense anal veins.

Wu Kun pressed his middle finger against the anus and pushed it inwards. The anal flesh sank in easily, incredibly smooth. Liu Ying's anus had never been invaded by a foreign object before. Her beautiful eyes widened, terrified. Wu Kun raised his penis, which was covered in semen, and thrust it hard into her anus. The glans was much thicker than his finger, and his movements were rough, instantly tearing Liu Ying's anus apart. He dabbed a streak of crimson blood, raised his finger, and smeared it on Liu Ying's lips, laughing triumphantly.

The young woman's clear, jade-like face lay pressed against the ground, her gray hair disheveled like a pile of withered straw. Her gaze wandered, then suddenly stopped on a brightly colored object. It was a brocade handkerchief, cut into the shape of a child's bib, embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, their white heads intertwined, deeply in love. Between the two ducks was a gruesome knife wound, splattered with blackened blood. Liu Ying was instantly stunned—it was the keepsake of the child she had stabbed to death with her own hands.

The penis mercilessly tore through her anus, plunging deep into her plump, white buttocks. The writhing intestinal walls seemed endless, allowing the penis to penetrate infinitely. Wu Kun launched a fierce attack, tearing the young woman's virgin anus to pieces. When he withdrew, Liu Ying's round buttocks were wide open, as if they could not close, her small anus suddenly ripped open, bleeding profusely.

Liu Ying seemed oblivious to the pain, raising her bloodied, plump buttocks high, her expression blank and motionless. Wu Kun kicked her to the ground, fastening his pants and grinning maliciously, "I'll fuck you seventy or eighty times, then send you to your death. But I'll keep those tits and that ass..." **********

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A figure flashed in the distance, and a lean, slender man walked slowly towards them. Wu Kun quickly stepped aside, hands clasped, bowing respectfully, not daring to even breathe loudly. If Liu Ying had seen this scene, she would never have believed that the fierce-looking man could act so subserviently.

In the entire world, only this one person could command such awe from Wu Kun.

Huang Yaoshi was holding a little girl who looked like a pink dumpling. Huang Rong was not yet two years old, her bright black eyes sparkling, her small face like a handful of spring snow, exquisite and beautiful beyond compare.

Huang Yaoshi ignored the bloodstains in the pavilion, only pointing a finger at Wu Kun. Wu Kun was flattered and hurriedly followed behind, wondering to himself—Huang Yaoshi always looked down on lowly people like them, so why was he suddenly calling him over?

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Passing the Jicui Pavilion, a vast expanse of white flowers appeared before them, lush and verdant, each flower exuding its own fragrance, layer upon layer, resembling a sea of blossoms. Amidst the white flowers, something rose high—a large tomb entirely constructed of white marble, the tombstone inscribed with "The Burial Tomb of Lady Feng, the Mistress of Peach Blossom Island."

Huang Yaoshi put down his daughter, pushed the tombstone three times to the left, then three times to the right, and then pulled it forward. The tombstone slowly moved aside, revealing a stone-paved tomb passage. Entering the passage, after three turns, a mechanism was activated, opening a stone door and leading into the tomb chamber.

Huang Yaoshi lit a tinderbox and lit a glass lamp before the spirit tablet. The walls and tables in the chamber were filled with antique treasures, famous paintings and calligraphy, each a priceless masterpiece. Even Wu Kun, a criminal with countless crimes, was secretly astonished. Huang Yaoshi, in his heyday, roamed the land, infiltrating imperial palaces, wealthy households, and bandit strongholds. Wherever rare treasures lay, he would seize them, whether by open force or stealth, until he had them in his grasp. His martial arts were superb, and his eyesight exceptional; the number of treasures he collected was countless, now enshrined in his deceased wife's tomb.

A pure white felt curtain hung in the tomb, and on the altar before it sat a portrait of a woman with snow-white skin and a beautiful face, lifelike and vivid. Her remains lay quietly behind the curtain in a cold jade coffin.

Huang Yaoshi, holding his daughter, sat before the curtain, recounting the trivialities of their life together. He spoke freely and eloquently, even about small matters, with an air of unparalleled elegance.

After a long while, Huang Yaoshi rose and instructed Wu Kun to come daily to clean the tomb and replace the flowers before the altar. Wu Kun nodded repeatedly, his eyes darting around, plotting how to steal the treasures from the tomb and then escape back to land in Liu Ying's small boat.

Suppressing

his lust, Wu Kun waited until the afternoon before sneaking to Qingyin Cave to find the woman who claimed to be a concubine of the Southern Emperor. He planned to have sex with her a couple more times, then kill her tonight to cover his tracks and escape. After all, Huang Yaoshi had sworn never to leave the island again; in less than two days, the Bloodthirsty Blade Wu Kun could be back in the martial world!

Excitedly rushing to Qingyin Cave, Wu Kun squeezed into a crevice and nearly vomited in fright. Bloodstains were still visible on the stone, but the beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen!

A chill ran down his spine, and Wu Kun shivered. He had been so engrossed in sex that morning that he had forgotten to re-seal her acupoints. Now that the woman's acupoints had released themselves, she had most likely already escaped. Without hesitation, he immediately ran towards the sea to see if the small boat was still there. If Liu Ying were to flee the island now, all would be well; but if she went to find Huang Yaoshi on her own, her own life would be in danger. The only option was to escape by boat immediately.

Entering the peach grove, he saw a group of mute servants standing shadowy in the woods, led by a burly man—Eagle Fiend Du Dan. Wu Kun hesitated, quietly tightening his clothes and lying in wait in the woods.

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An hour earlier, Liu Ying's acupoints had released themselves. Her clothes had been torn to shreds by Wu Kun, so she had no choice but to take the brocade handkerchief, barely covering her lower body, and crawl out of the stone cave, running towards the sea by instinct.

The mechanisms on Peach Blossom Island were ingenious; as soon as she stepped into the flower bushes, she immediately lost her way again. Liu Ying was naked, hungry, and cold, and her groin was throbbing with pain. The more she walked, the more panicked she became, unknowingly stepping into a death trap.

Fortunately, this was only the outer perimeter of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi, fearing someone might mistakenly land on the island and unwilling to harm the innocent, hadn't laid any traps.

Liu Ying, in her panic, lost her footing and was suddenly caught off guard, her ankle tightened by a rope noose. After a night of torment, her martial arts skills were reduced to less than ten percent. Caught off guard, she was now hanging naked upside down in mid-air, her feet and head exposed. Without thinking, she quickly pressed her legs together and her hands firmly against her abdomen. The trees weren't very tall; her hands were only about a foot off the ground. But Liu Ying had been in a hurry and hadn't even brought her sword. After struggling for a moment, she could only bend over and try to untie the noose around her ankle with her fingers.

She had only managed a couple of tries when a sudden pain shot through the back of her head; her hair was being violently grabbed. Liu Ying turned around in horror to see more than ten thugs dressed like the man who had attacked her, dozens of eyes fixed on her beautiful body, burning with lust. Liu Ying felt dizzy and nearly fainted.

A burly man with a thick beard grinned, grabbed the young woman's hair, straightened her delicate body, and then pried her knees apart. Liu Ying's martial arts skills were inferior to Du Dan's, and now her limbs were weak; with just a slight struggle, her legs were spread wide.

Du Dan ripped off the brocade handkerchief covering Liu Ying's body, his large, hairy hand gripping her private parts and forcefully thrusting into her tender flesh.

One of Liu Ying's jade-like legs was raised straight up, suspended from a branch by a rope, while the other leg stretched out flat, one vertical and one horizontal, smooth and slender. It was as if a captivating jade frame was suspended in the air. She cried and screamed, but all her sounds could only be heard by herself. The mute servants grinned, their mouths agape, silently snarling; each of them had only half a tongue left, like a group of demons.

Du Dan and the others had been sullen on the island for a long time, and their fierce battle with Ding Baipeng had not yielded any advantage; they had been bottling up their anger with nowhere to vent it. Upon seeing a naked woman, he disregarded everything else. He immediately grabbed Liu Ying's legs and pulled them down until they touched the ground, then stomped down, firmly pressing his foot into the young woman's snow-white sole.

Liu Ying's two jade-like legs were stretched into a straight line, her right ankle raised high in the air, while her left foot was pressed into the mud. A sharp pain shot through her groin, as if it were being torn apart, but what tormented her even more was her humiliating position. Her buttocks were spread wide, her private parts completely exposed to everyone. The two smooth, tender labia minora were rolled up among her pubic hair, every tiny fold clearly visible. Her perineum bulged, like a smooth jade ridge, separating her vulva from her anus. Her injured anus was stained with blood, like a weeping chrysanthemum trembling slightly in the sunlight.

Someone nearby had already bound her arms behind her back, the ropes tightening inwards as they bound her, causing her chest to thrust forward. Liu Ying's upper body slumped, her two plump breasts hanging heavily from her sides, as if they would break her slender waist.

Liu Ying's red lips parted, murmuring to herself, but no one paid any attention to what she was saying.

Du Dan took the lead, grabbing her upright thighs and thrusting hard. After he finished, Wu Jian, standing beside her, didn't give Liu Ying a moment to catch her breath before immediately inserting himself into her. The surrounding mute servants all took off their lower garments, their erect penises groping and fondling Liu Ying's full body.

Liu Ying felt as if she were in a nightmare she couldn't wake from. Having lived a life of luxury and pride, she never imagined that upon arriving on Peach Blossom Island, without even seeing Huang Yaoshi, she would fall into the hands of a group of deaf-mute servants, at their mercy. **********

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Once out of Du Dan and the others' sight, he ran towards the hermitage.

Huang Yaoshi was teaching Huang Rong to recite poetry; the girl's little red mouth opened and closed, looking utterly adorable.

When Wu Kun gestured what he had seen, Huang Yaoshi's face immediately darkened. These mute servants were so lawless, daring to privately detain and rape women! Although Peach Blossom Island was considered a heretical place, Huang Yaoshi had always been upright and honorable; how could he tolerate such beastly behavior on the island!

Seeing Huang Yaoshi raise an eyebrow, Wu Kun knew he was plotting murder and was secretly delighted. He had long disliked Du Dan and wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. Huang Yaoshi was stern and never listened to reason; he would likely kill them all before they could even speak.

Hearing the sounds from the forest, Huang Yaoshi lightly leaped into the air, arriving at the scene in a few bounds. There, he saw a mute servant straddling a plump, white buttock, his penis protruding from between his legs, erect and inserted into the swollen, red anus, enjoying himself immensely. Huang Yaoshi flicked his sleeve, covering the mute servant's head. The servant froze abruptly, stopping in a bizarre posture.

Huang Yaoshi grabbed the man's collar and tossed him aside as if discarding an insignificant object, then coldly swept his gaze across the entire scene. The mute servants' knees buckled, and they all knelt down with a thud. Several of the more timid ones even soiled themselves, terrified out of their wits.

The woman remained prostrate on the ground, her round buttocks raised high, assuming a lewd posture of surrender.

Huang Yaoshi frowned, picked up a mute servant's lower garment and covered her, asking, "Who are you?"

The woman slowly turned her head, and Wu Kun, who had arrived from behind, was immediately startled. In less than half an hour, Liu Ying's gray hair had turned completely silver. One side of her jade-like face was covered in mud as she murmured, "Zhou Botong..."

Huang Yaoshi's expression immediately changed.

"...I am the concubine of the Southern Emperor..." Liu Ying said blankly, her tone as if she were talking in her sleep.

Huang Yaoshi's face showed a look of disdain. He was not a man of propriety and had never looked down on virtuous women. Although Liu Ying's lewd behavior was unacceptable to the world, Huang Yaoshi did not care. However, he had a good relationship with the Southern Emperor and harbored deep hatred for Zhou Botong. His wife had died because of Zhou Botong, and he wished he could kill his wife to avenge her death. But seeing her being humiliated as a noble concubine, he felt he had avenged himself and was quite satisfied.

Huang Yaoshi left, making a few hand gestures before leaving and instructing his mute servant to send her away at sunset. After

the rain, the peach blossoms (12)
were able to escape Huang Yaoshi's clutches, which was truly a blessing from their ancestors. Du Dan and the others, still shaken, caught sight of Wu Kun and knew that he had betrayed them. They were filled with hatred. Wu Kun did not expect Huang Yaoshi to handle things this way. He had tried to steal a chicken but lost more than he gained: the boat he used to escape was gone, and he had also made enemies with Du Dan and the others. It was truly a loss. Seeing the fierce glint in Ying Sha's eyes, Wu Kun quickly fled.

Du Dan waved his hand angrily, telling everyone to continue.

Wu Jian, still shaken, gestured, "The island lord ordered her to leave the island."

Du Dan walked behind Liu Ying, grabbed her protruding buttocks, and thrust into her anus, gesturing as he fucked her hard, "The island lord said sunset, there's still an hour left."

The mute servants grinned, completely forgetting their companion who had just died tragically, and rushed to swarm her, taking turns raping her.

Liu Ying felt her two orifices being relentlessly pounded by one hard penis after another, her buttocks feeling as if they had been pierced in two from the center, her whole body wracked with excruciating pain from her hands to her feet, wishing she could just die to avoid further torment.

By the time the mute servants had ejaculated all their semen into her body, Liu Ying had endured dozens of rapes. She lay stiffly on the ground, her lower abdomen filthy, covered in yellow and white semen. Thick hair clung tightly to her mons pubis, her labia swollen and swollen. The tear in her anus was at least two fingers wide, the anal sinuses protruding, almost pulling out the intestinal wall as well. Her two snow-white breasts were covered with intertwined blue and red teeth marks and pinch marks, a horrifying sight. The bright red nipples looked as if they had been ripped off, lying limply to one

side. With a little time left before sunset, Du Dan thrust his fingers into Liu Ying's genitals, and with a soft "squeak," overflowing semen splattered out, mixed with bright red blood, landing on the smooth inner thighs. Du Dan hooked her hips and lifted, raising the young woman's mons pubis high, then stretched out his huge hand and grabbed her pubic hair, pulling it off.

The snow-white mons pubis rose up as if about to be ripped off, then fell back down, the pubic hair gone, leaving only a few drops of blood on her snow-white skin.

Du Dan vented all his hatred on Liu Ying, not only plucking all the hair from her genitals but also burning off the silver hair on her head. Only then did he drag her towards the sea.

Having lost her hair, Liu Ying resembled a pretty little nun. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she stumbled along, her calves scratched and bleeding from branches and grass. Upon seeing the azure sea, all her strength seemed to drain away; her legs gave way, and she knelt on the beach, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

The mute servants found her small boat but didn't let her board easily. None of the servants were kind; they had just been thankful to have escaped with her life, but now they felt it was truly unpleasant to let this once-imperial beauty leave.

Du Dan pulled the rope from the bow, passed it between Liu Ying's legs, and then pointed to the small boat, telling her to walk over herself. Wu Jian even broke off a branch about an inch thick, wrapped the brocade handkerchief around it, and forcefully stuffed it into her anus. Her

plucked lower abdomen was covered in dripping blood, not an inch of good flesh remaining. With a hard object inserted in her anus, Liu Ying couldn't straighten her back; she could only crawl towards the small boat, her buttocks sticking out, as if crawling on a rope. At this moment, she was willing to pay any price to get her on the boat and leave Peach Blossom Island.

The boat rope was as thick as a thumb, made of hemp rope. Du Dan flicked his wrist, and the rope immediately cut into her secret place like a blade, embedding itself deeply in her petals. Liu Ying staggered, almost falling. She struggled to steady herself, her hands behind her back, limping as she tried to take steps. She had been raped with her left foot stepped on until the mute servant, who knew no martial arts, could no longer hold her down, and her foot was already severely injured.

The branches inside her anus scraped against the rope from time to time, sending waves of pain through her. Liu Ying had to lower her head and chest, trying her best to stick out her round buttocks. From behind, her secret place was fully exposed. Her anus was stretched full by the branches, the wound had just opened, and blood was flowing incessantly. A corner of a brocade handkerchief was exposed inside her anus, like a small red flag fluttering between her snow-white buttocks.

The two petals below were ravaged and loose, like two lips helplessly holding the rope. Her delicate vulva was already red and swollen, and now, chafed by the rough boat rope, it tore and ripped open. With each labored step, blood mixed with semen gushed from her vagina, flowing down her jade-like legs and into her footprints on the sand.

Liu Ying gasped for breath, staring blankly at the small boat ahead, her scarred breasts swaying like mottled bells. The boat rope seemed to be pulling longer and longer from her body, every inch dripping with her blood. The setting sun sank into the blue sea, leaving only a blood-red glow.

When Liu Ying reached the boat, she could no longer support herself and collapsed heavily into the cabin, unconscious. A deep bloodstain was left on her lower abdomen, from her mons pubis to her perineum, piercing through her vulva. Her clitoris seemed to have been rubbed to pieces by the boat rope, leaving no trace.

Du Dan threw the rope onto the boat, grabbed a wooden oar, inserted the handle into Liu Ying's bloodied vulva, and then pushed the small boat out to sea. Although the mute servants were reluctant to part with this beautiful woman, none of them considered disobeying the island lord's orders. Even Eagle Fiend dared not kill her or throw her body into the sea.

The tide rose and fell, and the small boat carrying the abused beauty drifted further and further away.

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The next day, Huang Yaoshi cut off one hand of each of the mute servants who participated in the rape as a warning.

This time, Wu Kun and Du Dan's gang were now sworn enemies. He became even more cautious, cooking and delivering food and cleaning the tomb every day, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Although Du Dan was furious, he dared not cause trouble without cause. After half a year, both sides became somewhat complacent.

Every day, Wu Kun would clean the tomb before Huang Yaoshi arrived. The work was not heavy, just a bit tedious. Wu Kun was not an expert in calligraphy, painting, or antiques; his eyes were only on gold and silver. Unfortunately, there were very few gold and silver inlaid items in the tomb, but some pearl and jade ornaments looked quite valuable and could be exchanged for silver on land.

He arrived a little late today. The flowers before the coffin had just been replaced when Huang Yaoshi entered, hands clasped behind his back. He hadn't brought his daughter with him; he sat alone before the felt curtain, playing a soft tune. After a long while, Huang Yaoshi put away his jade flute, lifted the curtain, and stroked the jade coffin, his expression somber. He had lived a lonely life, without a single soulmate in the world. He had finally found a loving wife, a woman who understood him perfectly, but now they were separated by death—what use was his martial arts prowess? Huang

Yaoshi let out a long howl, releasing all the pent-up emotions in his heart, and then left the tomb without looking back.

Wu Kun's face was deathly pale. Although he couldn't hear the sound of that howl, the internal energy it contained still stirred his own true qi. He threw off his towel, plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the portrait before the coffin.

In the painting, Feng Heng still gazed at him with captivating eyes and a charming smile. A faint fragrance wafted through the air, seemingly her unique scent.

Before his blood and qi could recover, Wu Kun leaped up and slipped behind the felt curtain.

A chill rushed towards him; the jade coffin glowed with a bluish-green light, like ice. The coffin's surface was smooth as a mirror, without any decoration, just as naturally beautiful as Feng Heng had been in life.

Wu Kun's heart pounded, and his hands trembled as he gripped the coffin lid. The jade coffin, without nails or pegs, slid open with a gentle push.

Inside, a layer of pearls shimmered, reflecting a flawless, beautiful face. Feng Heng lay quietly inside, as if fast asleep. She wore her favorite white robes, radiant and spotless.

Wu Kun involuntarily held his breath, as if afraid to wake the sleeping beauty. After a long while, he exhaled heavily and carefully extended a finger to touch the tip of her small nose. His finger entered the coffin like touching ice water, chilling him to the bone. Feng Heng's nose was cool to the touch, yet still supple.

Wu Kun touched her slightly pale lips, finding them as smooth and tender as when she was alive, and his lust was instantly aroused. If there was no living one, the dead would do!

The jade coffin was made of jade from the bottom of the sea, aged for millennia, and a corpse placed inside could remain intact for ten thousand years. Feng Heng had been dead for over two years; not only could her limbs bend, but her skin was still as smooth as ever, feeling like a cool, smooth piece of silk to the touch.

Wu Kun clumsily unbuttoned Feng Heng's clothes, removing her garments one by one. He usually raped women; this tenderness was unprecedented in his life.

Wu Kun jumped into the jade coffin and bent down. After a moment, two jade feet suddenly emerged from the coffin, tilted slightly upwards. Then they swayed gently back and forth, like a pair of jade branches.

The secret place, shattered by the wolf-hair brush, had been cleaned up; the umbilical cord and placenta had been removed, leaving only a clean, fleshy orifice. Wu Kun embraced the cold female body and thrust in effortlessly. His glans felt as if it had entered an ice cave, so cold it almost froze his blood. He quickly channeled his inner energy to resist the chill.

After a few moments of thrusting, Wu Kun gradually began to feel the wonder of the orifice. The tender flesh was as smooth as ever; although it was a bit cold, it was still a woman's body. Especially the drooping uterus, suspended shallowly within the orifice, the glans pressing against that soft flesh, an indescribable pleasure. The only flaw was that the orifice was slightly loose and did not contract or writhe—but for a woman who had died from a miscarriage, it was already perfect.

Wu Kun continued thrusting his lower abdomen, his hands cupping Feng Heng's delicate face and licking it up and down. His blood-red, severed tongue felt like a sharp blade scraping against the young woman's brows and lips, yet her jade-like face remained unmoved. Feng Heng's eyes were slightly closed, a faint, melancholic smile lingering on her lips. She hadn't told her husband the truth before her death, fearing his rage would drive him to madness and harm himself. Unexpectedly,

this led to another round of humiliation. But this time, she would feel no pain. After a long while, Wu Kun climbed out of the jade coffin, carefully dressed her in her fine clothes, wiped the saliva from her face, closed the coffin, and quietly left. That

evening, Huang Yaoshi brought his daughter to the tomb chamber, where he sighed deeply before the coffin. He was unaware that his beloved wife's body contained the semen of a mute servant. ********** ... Two months later, Wu Kun, having grown tired of Feng Heng's vagina, sneaked into the tomb at night, intending to taste the island lord's wife's anus. Just as he crawled into the coffin, the lid suddenly trembled slightly, indicating someone had activated the tomb door's mechanism. Wu Kun was terrified, his heart leaping into his throat, almost fainting. He quickly closed the lid, lay down on Feng Heng's cold, soft body, and dared not breathe. A flash of fire lit the glass lamp before the coffin. A dashing, handsome silhouette appeared on the felt curtain—it was Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. He had been unable to sleep and had come to his wife's coffin seeking solace. However, upon arriving, he found himself speechless. Huang Yaoshi departed quietly at dawn. This left Wu Kun in a terrible predicament; he had been frozen all night, and even with his exceptional martial arts skills, his lips had turned blue from the cold. Exhausted, he crawled out of the jade coffin, panting for a while, then angrily dragged out the corpse and threw it onto the coffin. Feng Heng's toes were still about a foot off the ground, her two pink legs, even more translucent than the jade coffin, draped over the sides, supporting her rounded, snowy buttocks. Her upper body was folded inside the coffin, so from behind, only her jade legs and snowy buttocks could be seen. Her buttocks were as white as snow, shaped like a round mirror, with a thin slit running straight down the center, dividing her pink buttocks into two halves. The slit widened from narrow to wide, splitting into two arcs near the base of her thighs, outlining the shape of her buttocks. At the junction of the two arcs, a soft, smooth mound rose slightly, which was the location of her mons pubis. Prying open the slit, one could see a tiny hole, about the size of a little fingertip, embedded in the center of the bottom, with fine lines branching out from within, like a pale red flower. Although Feng Heng's body was well preserved, once damaged, it could not be repaired. Wu Kun, contrary to his usual rudeness, pulled out a bottle of grease from his pocket, dipped his fingertip in a little, and applied it around Feng Heng's anus. Feng Heng's anus was tight and narrow, pink in color, clearly unused. Wu Kun hadn't expected to beat Huang Yaoshi to the punch, and almost laughed out loud. He held the corpse down with one hand and spread the slippery buttocks with the other, tentatively inserting his penis into the anus. The glans went in slightly, the anus opening widened, and the weakened sphincter muscles acted like a small, elastic band. The grease-covered opening resisted for a moment, then finally opened its entrance helplessly, expelling the glans and enveloping it. Feng Heng's anus was even more exquisite than Liu Ying's, tight, slippery, and soft in every way, especially the anal band, which seemed like a small hand tightly gripping the penis, opening and closing with each thrust, as if it were alive. The light from the glass lamp had gone out, and in the darkness, only two snow-white jade legs could be seen dangling in mid-air, spread apart. An ugly black shadow stood between the legs, arching his back and thrusting violently. A faint pearly light shone from the coffin, illuminating a round, jade-like buttocks, and inserted into these buttocks was a blurry black rod. Only the area near the buttocks, illuminated by the jade-white skin, revealed the bulging veins of the rod. Feng Hengzhen's head hung quietly in the coffin, her jade-like face expressionless. Like a sleeping fairy, she was completely unaware of the defilement she was suffering. Wu Kun thrust wildly, as if possessed. The lewd pleasure made him want to shout, wishing the whole world knew that he was fucking Huang Yaoshi's wife's asshole. In his heart, he cried out: Huang Yaoshi! I, Wu Kun, the Blood Blade, will never be your slave forever! One day, I'll let you know how I played with your wife to death and ruined her—that bitch Guan Wei is dead, but your wife is dead and I played with her asshole! After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (Thirteen) Winter has passed and spring has come; it has been ten years since Jiading. Wu Kun has been on Peach Blossom Island for twenty years. The once strong and muscular man now has graying temples and a desolate face, no longer possessing his former ferocity. The reputation of Blood Blade Wu Kun has long been forgotten by the martial arts world. Even if he meets an old acquaintance on a narrow road, he will not recognize this old servant in blue clothes and a small hat as the infamous bandit who roamed the lakes and seas.

Time flies, and most of the mute servants are now old and frail. Wu Kun has watched Huang Rong grow from an infant into a beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth, while even the once-powerful Huang Yaoshi has graying temples. The only things that remain unchanged are the blooming and fading of flowers on Peach Blossom Island and the rolling blue waves beyond.

Life in seclusion is not without its challenges. Since the feud with Du Dan and the others fourteen years ago, Wu Kun has tried every means to avoid them, yet he has still been injured several times. Fortunately, Wu Kun is the island lord's cook, and the others, fearing Huang Yaoshi's power, dare not take his life. Wu Kun is also skilled in martial arts and extremely alert, which is why he has survived until now. Huang

Yaoshi doesn't care about these servants at all. On the entire island, he only cares about two living people: his daughter and Zhou Botong.

That autumn, a momentous event occurred on Peach Blossom Island, which had been quiet for many years—the young lady suddenly ran away from the island.

At the time, Peng Laosi, one of Du Dan's men, was guarding the boats. Huang Rong arrived at the harbor at dusk, kicked Peng Laosi to the ground, seized a small boat, and set sail. All the mute servants knew Huang Rong was clever and eccentric, and Huang Yaoshi cherished her dearly; none dared to stop her. Unexpectedly, she didn't return until the next day.

The servants were all astonished, but Wu Kun knew the truth.

A few days earlier, Huang Rong had happened to see him delivering food to the back mountain and insisted on going with him. She ended up encountering Zhou Botong, imprisoned in a cave. Having grown up on the island, surrounded only by her father and a group of deaf and mute servants, she chatted happily with the childlike old man.

Huang Yaoshi blamed Zhou Botong's *Nine Yin Manual* for his wife's death, and the two had been locked in a stalemate for fifteen years, neither gaining the upper hand. Seeing his daughter laughing and talking with her enemy, he was furious and reprimanded her severely. Huang Rong, who had never suffered any injustice since childhood, angrily left the island.

After three days of waiting without Huang Rong returning to the island, Huang Yaoshi's expression grew increasingly grim. The mute servants were filled with apprehension, fearing that some trivial matter might provoke Huang Yaoshi's wrath and cost them their lives.

When Wu Kun delivered the meal, Huang Yaoshi stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, his face dark and silent. He set out the dishes and quietly withdrew from

the hermitage, only breathing a sigh of relief after passing the lotus pond. It was still early, and seeing no one around, Wu Kun went directly to the tomb chamber.

He had come here every day for over ten years, more often than Huang Yaoshi and his daughter, and was already quite familiar with the place. He closed the tomb door, shut the mechanism, and when he turned around, his hunched back was straight, the obsequious expression gone, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, clearly indicating a significant improvement in his martial arts skills.

Wu Kun flung open the coffin lid, revealing a woman kneeling inside, her pink, snowy buttocks raised high, her hands parting her flesh to reveal a pink entrance about half an inch thick. Looking through the anus, not only were the tender red intestinal walls clearly visible, but a layer of white semen could also be seen inside.

This was Feng Heng, Huang Yaoshi's beloved wife. The cold jade coffin, painstakingly placed by Huang Yaoshi, had now become Wu Kun's place of pleasure. For fourteen years, he had embraced the corpse countless times within the coffin, indulging in debauchery.

Wu Kun leaned down and thrust, his penis making a squelching sound as it entered the slippery anus. A chill rose, and Wu Kun circulated his inner energy, simultaneously committing the act of rape and cultivating his martial arts. In recent years, he had been detached from worldly affairs, and his martial arts progress was equivalent to thirty years of ordinary cultivation, largely due to the benefits of the cold jade coffin. The

corpse slid limply forward, Feng Heng's pretty face turned to the side, her beautiful eyes closed, her hands sliding down from behind her buttocks to her knees. Her raised, round buttocks resembled a soft snowball, sometimes flattening, sometimes rounding under the thrusts of the mute servant, a sight of exquisite beauty.

Her two fragrant breasts, pressed beneath her, rubbed against the cold jade as her delicate body slid, one slipping out, its nipple a delicate, bright red. With each thrust of the penis, pearls of semen rolled from her clenched orifice, falling into the jade coffin with a wet, clear sound.

Having satisfied his lust, Wu Kun still held Feng Heng's jade body, playing with it in various lewd and obscene positions. In the darkness, his eyes shone with a ghostly light, seemingly reminiscing about his carefree past, or perhaps venting his resentment and jealousy towards Huang Yaoshi. Half

a month later, Huang Yaoshi could no longer restrain himself. He had sworn never to leave Peach Blossom Island, but this time, for his daughter, he had to break his vow. After

Huang Yaoshi left, Du Dan became even more arrogant, engaging in several fierce battles with Ding Baipeng and others within two days. Wu Kun simply retreated to the tomb, spending his days embracing beauties and raping Feng Heng thoroughly.

That June, Huang Yaoshi, who had been away from the island for over four months, returned alone. A few days later, Huang Rong gracefully returned, accompanied by a simple-minded young man.

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Wu Kun continued to deliver meals to the back mountain every day. That simple-minded boy named Guo Jing somehow found the cave and became very close with Zhou Botong. He not only swore brotherhood with the Old Urchin but also learned some extraordinary skills.

Watching the boy tear and pull at the stone wall with his bare hands, his moves fierce and powerful, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. If only he had known Zhou Botong was so easy to talk to, he should have tried to curry favor with him more and learned some skills. Even if he was still far inferior to Huang Yaoshi, being able to kill Du Dan and steal a boat to escape would have been a good thing.

After returning to the island, Huang Rong became much more obedient, no longer as spoiled as before. She even cooked for her father several times to please him. Wu Kun, watching closely, noticed everything – from the wax-ball message to the steamed bun markings – nothing escaped his notice. Seeing Huang Rong, as delicate as a flower petal, so devoted to that simpleton Guo Jing, Wu Kun felt deeply sorry for her. How could the daughters of such brilliant men as Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng fall for such a fool? It was like giving a good cunt to a dog…

Thinking of Huang Rong's fragrant skin, Wu Kun couldn't suppress his lust. That very night, he sneaked into the tomb and brutally raped her. Although he was incredibly lecherous, he dared not show Huang Rong the slightest disrespect. Let alone Huang Yaoshi's murderous aura, Wu Kun wasn't confident he could control Huang Rong, a girl not yet sixteen. Making a move on her would likely only lead to a quick death.

Ten days later, two messengers suddenly arrived on the island, saying that Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain wanted to personally come to Peach Blossom Island to propose marriage for his nephew.

Wu Kun had long heard of Ouyang Feng's reputation; in the twenty-five years of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, Ouyang Feng was one of the top masters in the world, a veritable pillar of the martial arts world. Wu Kun had been out of touch with the martial arts world for a long time, and now that he was older, although his desire to compete had faded considerably, the thought of fleeing was always on his mind, so he paid extra attention to Ouyang Feng's arrival.

That night, the sky was clear and the moonlight illuminated the island's sea. Wu Kun had just finished clearing the dishes when six peach blossoms suddenly bloomed on the wall. In twenty years, this was the first time six blossoms had appeared; Peach Blossom Island had another distinguished guest. **********

...

More than a dozen men in white robes, wielding long poles, drove the snakes, constantly drawing back any stray green snakes that had escaped the procession. When the snake procession reached Jicui Pavilion, a man in white put a bamboo whistle to his lips and blew it. One by one, green snakes coiled in the grass, raising their heads.

The snake procession continued to surge forward, no longer consisting of green vipers, but strange snakes with large heads, long tails, and shimmering golden scales. After the golden snakes passed, black snakes arrived, followed by giant pythons and long serpents of various colors. On the vast lawn, thousands of snakes twisted and turned, their tongues flickering wildly. Under the moonlight, countless forked red tongues flickered and coiled, a truly terrifying sight.

The snake drivers divided the snake procession into east and west sections, leaving a path in the middle. Then, dozens of women in white robes, carrying red gauze palace lanterns, arrived gracefully. Wu Kun observed them closely; there were thirty-two women in total, each with a slender waist and round hips, incomparably beautiful.

Several feet apart, the two men approached slowly. The one in front, around thirty years old, dressed in white satin with gold embroidery, held a folding fan. Behind him was a tall man with long, flowing hair and a gloomy face; this was presumably Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. He carried a thick, curved black staff, clearly forged from steel, with a grinning human head cast at its top, revealing sharp, white teeth—a truly ferocious sight. Two small, silver-scaled snakes coiled around the staff, constantly undulating and unpredictable.

After a moment, Huang Yaoshi, hand in hand with Huang Rong, came out to greet them. Wu Kun glanced sideways and noticed Guo Jing had also crept over. He stood outside the pavilion with his hands at his sides, dressed as a servant, unnoticed by anyone. Only Du Dan, who had been leading the guests, glared at him fiercely before going to wait at the port.

After exchanging a few words with Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng smiled and waved his left hand. Thirty-two women in white, carrying gauze lanterns, gracefully stepped forward and knelt on the ground. Wu Kun stared intently at Ouyang Feng's lips as he said, "These thirty-two virgins were purchased from various places by my men as a small gift for my old friend. They were trained by renowned masters and are quite skilled in singing, dancing, and playing instruments. However, these are women from the Western Regions, and their beauty is far inferior to that of the beauties of Jiangnan."

Wu Kun was overjoyed. Apart from Huang Rong, whom he could only look at but not touch, there were no other women on the island. Now, with thirty-two virgins, it was truly a wonderful thing.

But Huang Yaoshi said, "I have never been fond of this kind of thing. Since the death of my first wife, I have regarded all the beauties in the world as dirt. Brother Feng, your gift is too generous; I dare not accept it."

Wu Kun was furious, his eyes blazing with anger. Such inhumanity! Tonight, I'll spread your wife apart and fuck her!

Ouyang Feng laughed, "Let's just enjoy the sights and sounds to while away the day; what harm is there?" He clapped three times.

Eight women took out musical instruments and began to play, while the remaining twenty-four danced gracefully. Wu Kun, however, paid no attention to the music, his gaze fixed solely on the dancers.

These women were all fair-skinned, tall and slender, some with blonde hair and blue eyes, others with high noses and deep-set eyes—quite different from women of the Central Plains. Yet, their beauty was alluring, their movements captivating. The women moved with incredible suppleness, bending forward and backward, twisting left and right, each one tightly connected to the one in front and behind, like a long snake. After a moment, one could see that each woman stretched out her arms, twisting and turning from fingertips to fingertips, also like a winding, undulating snake.

This was Wu Kun's first time seeing such alluring women from the Western Regions. He stared intently at the leading beauty, whose skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as cinnabar, and her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, undulating like waves as she danced—utterly captivating. Her beautiful, azure eyes held boundless tenderness, radiating brilliance with every glance. She wore a thin white dress, her firm breasts standing tall, their shape fully revealed with every movement. With a twirl, her white dress billowed, revealing two smooth, white thighs, their skin translucent and straight as jade. She turned and smiled at Wu Kun, her long eyelashes fluttering, almost bewitching him. Wu Kun's

throat tightened; he longed to pounce on her and hold this vibrant, fragrant woman tightly in his arms.

Moments later, the women's dance intensified, displaying a myriad of seductive gestures, changing endlessly. Then, they feigned loosening their clothes and offering themselves to him, their hands seemingly caressing their breasts and buttocks. The snake-driving man had already tightly closed his eyes, afraid he would lose control if he saw this. Wu Kun stared intently at the women, his heart pounding, his groin throbbing painfully. But with Huang Yaoshi standing before him, he could only force himself to remain calm, feigning indifference. Fortunately, his wrinkled face concealed his true feelings.

Huang Yaoshi smiled and watched for a while, then placed his jade flute to his lips and played a few notes. Suddenly, all the women trembled simultaneously, their dance steps faltering. A few more notes from the flute, and the women were dancing to the music.

Seeing the situation was amiss, Ouyang Feng took out his iron zither, plucked it a few times with a sharp, clear sound, toning down the soft, seductive tone of the flute, and then shouted, "Everyone, plug your ears! Huang Yaoshi and I are going to play music!"

The people who had come with him looked terrified, tearing off pieces of their clothing to first plug their ears, then tightly wrapping their heads, afraid of letting in even a sound.

Huang Yaoshi said, "Your snakes can't have their ears covered." He turned and gestured to Wu Kun, signaling him to lead his snakes away.

Wu Kun nodded, waved to the leader of the snake-driving men, and pointed into the distance. The man waited for Ouyang Feng's nod, then quickly drove away the snakes. Wu Kun then pointed to the lead dancer, signaling her to leave with the snakes.

Ouyang Feng's dancers were highly sought after, trained extensively, and he readily waved for them to leave.

The snakes slithered through the grass, following the path to the Sword Testing Pavilion, tens of thousands of them completely filling the open space. Wu Kun and the dancers avoided the snakes, standing in the woods. Two snake-driving men stood guard nearby, holding poles to prevent the snakes from harming anyone.

Wu Kun stared intently at the lead dancer. She turned, smiled, and her smile was like a blooming flower, dazzling and captivating.

Wu Kun's heart pounded, and he involuntarily took a step forward. The dancer, seeing his vulgar appearance, frowned slightly, then quickly smiled again. Wu Kun gestured twice, asking if she wanted some tea. The dancer, unfamiliar with sign language, simply smiled. She had been taught for a long time, and every smile and gesture was charming and gentle. Wu Kun gestured again, but his sleeve was tugged.

Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's duet of the xiao and zheng had already begun. This place was far from Jicui Pavilion, and only a faint sound could be heard, posing no threat.

The leader of the snake-driving men smiled and pulled Wu Kun aside, drawing a few lines on the ground with a long pole. Wu Kun's eyes flickered, and after a while, he turned and walked into the dense forest. The man put away the long pole and quietly followed behind. After the rain,

the peach blossoms (14)
The sky was about to brighten, and the turmoil at Jicui Pavilion was gradually subsiding. Last night, before Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi finished their song, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong suddenly arrived on the island, claiming to be proposing marriage for his disciple Guo Jing. Huang Yaoshi set out three questions to test Ouyang Ke and Guo Jing. Unexpectedly, Guo Jing, that foolish young man, was incredibly lucky, winning all three rounds. The most remarkable was the final round: Huang Yaoshi took out the *Nine Yin Manual*, which his deceased wife hadn't finished writing, and had the two men read and recite it. Guo Jing, as if divinely inspired, recited almost ten times more text than the book itself.

Huang Yaoshi believed his deceased wife had chosen this young man as her son-in-law, feeling both joy and sorrow, and immediately promised the marriage.

However, things took a turn for the worse. Provoked by Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi revealed that Zhou Botong had been imprisoned on the island for fifteen years. Zhou Botong, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, treated it lightly, leading Huang Yaoshi to mistakenly believe that Guo Jing had stolen the second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* from Mei Chaofeng. A fierce battle ensued at the foot of Finger Peak. Zhou Botong, having mistakenly learned the Nine Yin Manual, refused to use both hands simultaneously and was beaten by Huang Yaoshi, leaving him wounded and vomiting blood.

Feeling guilty for imprisoning him for fifteen years without cause, Huang Yaoshi politely sent Zhou Botong away from the island.

Upon receiving the signal, Wu Kun led a group of dancers and snake charmers to the shore, where they saw the Old Urchin rolling around on the ground, tugging at his beard and crying, "I want to ride the new boat! I want to ride the new boat!"

A middle-aged beggar beside him laughed and said, "Brother Yao, this old beggar has had a life full of bad luck. Let's ride this ominous boat with the Old Urchin. Let's fight fire with fire and see if the Old Urchin's bad luck is heavier or if your ominous boat is more powerful." He had a long face, a light beard on his cheeks, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were patched but clean. He carried a bright green bamboo staff and a large vermilion gourd on his back. He was clearly Hong Qigong, the Nine-Fingered Beggar, the leader of the Beggars' Clan who was famous throughout the world.

Huang Yaoshi's earnest persuasion failed, and he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. He coldly snorted, "Both of you are highly skilled; I was overthinking it. You brat surnamed Guo, you may go too."

Guo Jing said, "Father-in-law..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Yaoshi shouted sharply, "You cunning and greedy brat, who is your father-in-law? If you ever set foot on Peach Blossom Island again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" He then struck a mute servant in the back with a backhand, shouting, "This is your example!"

The mute servant's tongue had already been cut out, and he let out a low hiss. His internal organs were shattered by the force of the palm strike, and he flew into the waves, disappearing without a trace. Wu Kun, who was watching from the side, saw it all clearly; it was Ding Baipeng who suffered this undeserved calamity. But he couldn't care less about the fate of his fellow servants—from now on, none of the mute servants could stand against Du Dan.

Huang Yaoshi grabbed Huang Rong and left. A group of snakes slithered down the deck and into the ship, coiling in rows at the bottom of the cabin, followed by more than thirty dancers. Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and Guo Jing boarded the pleasure boat. Ouyang Feng smiled slightly, boarded his own large boat, and they each set sail.

Ding Baipeng's seven or eight mute boatmen departed with the pleasure boat, while the remaining dozens of mute servants dispersed, and Peach Blossom Island returned to tranquility.

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Wu Kun silently prepared the meal and delivered it to the hermitage, only to find Huang Rong's door tightly shut, refusing to open it no matter how much Huang Yaoshi knocked. In a fit of rage, Huang Yaoshi had driven Guo Jing onto the pleasure boat, but now knowing he was in grave danger, he felt a pang of guilt towards his daughter. After knocking several times without success, he waved Wu Kun away.

Wu Kun returned to the kitchen, washing dishes while gazing at the lush greenery of Finger Peak. Suddenly, a porcelain bowl in his hand shattered in two. He paused for a moment, then, with his fingers together, broke the shards into tiny pieces the size of rice grains. With a clasp of his hands, the shards turned to dust.

After a long while, Wu Kun scattered the porcelain dust on the ground, his back hunched, and returned to his quarters.

Pushing open the door, a beautiful woman knelt gracefully, saying in a seductive voice, "This servant, Bu Xuelun, greets Master."

Wu Kun's gaunt face remained expressionless, but his eyes shone brightly.

Ouyang Feng, scheming to dominate the world in the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament, first seized the Nine Yin Manual after Wang Chongyang's death, then colluded with Qiu Qianren to severely injure Liu Ying and Zhou Botong's illegitimate son. When that failed, he injured a disciple of the Southern Emperor, forcing Duan Zhixing to intervene and heal him, greatly depleting his own internal energy.

This trip to the island to propose marriage would ideally lead to a union with the Eastern Heretic, but Ouyang Feng secretly instructed Snake Slave to keep an eye on the mute servants on the island, to see who could be used by him.

Wu Kun, who had long harbored rebellious intentions, readily agreed to the arrangement. Snake Slave, seeing that Wu Kun coveted the beauty of the dancers, secretly informed Ouyang Feng. How could the Western Poison be stingy with a dancer as a gift? He immediately kept the most beautiful woman as a sign of sincerity.

A pair of jade-like hands, as white as snow, encircled his waist, loosening his belt with gentle and graceful movements, like a spring breeze. Wu Kun closed his eyes, seemingly forgetting his blue robe and cap, and instead, like Huang Yaoshi, high above, looking down upon all living beings.

The servants' quarters contained only a bed and a small table, both made of rough wood, extremely simple. The bamboo pillow was shiny and soaked with sweat, the blue cloth sheet had not been washed for days, wrinkled and full of creases, revealing a corner of rough wooden plank underneath.

However, a stunningly beautiful woman lay obediently on the bed, like a ray of sunshine illuminating the dilapidated room. Her slender, jade-like body almost exceeded the narrow bed frame, her golden hair spread out, her snow-white cheeks framed two tender blue eyes, and her full lips were as red as roses. Although still a virgin, her breasts were exceptionally full, heavy, round, and large. Below her supple waist, a curve swayed, outlining her rounded hips. Her two jade-like legs were long, shapely, and stretched straight.

Bu Xuelun had never expected her master to give her to such an ugly and crippled servant, and had secretly cried several times. But in front of Wu Kun, she still tried her best to feign joy, fearing to anger her master.

Wu Kun raised his head and gestured with his hand. The beautiful woman lowered her head, obediently parted her belt, took off her white robe, spread her jade-like body, and lay down on the dirty bed without complaint. Her skin possessed the unique whiteness of a woman from the Western Regions, smooth as if powdered.

Wu Kun pointed to her inner thighs and spread his hands apart. Bu Xuelun shyly arched her jade-like legs, her toes touching the bed, her knees slightly apart. She had learned how to please her master, and although her mind was in turmoil, she still extended two slender white fingers, gently pressing the edges of her petals and spreading them apart.

Between her smooth thighs, her fair mons pubis rose high, covered with a layer of soft, golden hair, the same color as her hair. Her vulva opened roundly under his fingers, like a bright red flower blooming between her thighs, the layers of petals wide and thick, plump and pleasing.

Wu Kun took off his blue robe, revealing a strong body that contrasted sharply with his face. His penis between his legs was as thick and long as ever, showing no signs of fatigue.

Abandoned on a foreign island, Bu Xuelun was filled with fear and trepidation at the prospect of a strange master. She forced a smile and whispered, "Please, Master, enjoy my body..."

Wu Kun stared at her lips, slowly climbing onto the bed, his erect penis between her legs. Bu Xuelun waited a moment, and seeing he made no further move, she reached out her delicate hand and grasped her master's penis. The moment they touched, her wrist trembled; the penis was as hot as fire. She gritted her teeth, guiding it towards her private parts. The

burning glans made the tender flesh inside her vagina tremble. Bu Xuelun glanced timidly at her master, held her breath, parted her labia with one hand, grasped his penis with the other, and then arched her back, struggling to insert the glans.

Wu Kun remained expressionless, his dark body as still as iron. Meiji didn't know if she had done something wrong, nor did she dare to ask. She only wanted to offer her virginity to her master as quickly as possible to please him.

She took a deep breath, arched her lower abdomen, allowing the glans to barely enter her vagina. Then, supporting her snowy buttocks with both hands, she struggled to lift her vulva and forcefully thrust it towards the hot, hard penis.

The glans had barely entered her vagina when it was blocked by a thin, supple membrane. Bu Xuelun gritted her teeth, her large blue eyes misting over. She swayed her round hips from side to side, thrusting her waist forward with all her might, using her tender, virgin vulva to swallow the penis inch by inch.

In the sunlight, the blonde, blue-eyed Meiji resembled a jade butterfly pinned to a needle, writhing pitifully, grinding her delicate vulva against the rock-hard penis. Relying solely on Meiji's own movements of intercourse only prolonged the pain of losing her virginity. After a long struggle, Bu Xuelun used all her strength to arch her slender waist and thrust forcefully towards the penis. Meiji's body trembled, an indescribable pain spreading from the deepest, most delicate parts of her body. Her lower body arched, frozen from head to toe, too painful to move.

A trickle of blood oozed from her raised, tender orifice, forming a crimson ring around the deeply embedded penis. Wu Kun grinned cruelly, ripping the bamboo pillow from behind Meiji's head and propping it upright under her buttocks, then thrusting his hips forward violently.

Bu Xuelun cried out in pain, her slender hands quickly covering her abdomen. Wu Kun raised his hand and struck her beautiful face heavily. Bu Xuelun covered her cheek, not daring to cry out, only biting her lip, letting her master pound into her bleeding vulva.

The bamboo pillow creaked beneath her snow-white, round buttocks, the thick, dark penis stained crimson with virgin blood, dripping blood with each thrust. Wu Kun grasped her beautiful breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers and twisting them roughly. The two tender red nipples, like cherries clamped in iron pincers, were flattened.

Bu Xuelun was in pain and fear, tears streaming down her face. Wu Kun roughly pried her wrists away, slapped her several times, and then hooked his finger at the corner of her lips, lifting it upwards. Meiji understood, and a pained smile appeared

on her face. The humid air, carrying the scent of the sea, rushed into the small room. Meiji, from the Western Regions, endured the pain of being deflowered while smiling through her tears. An old servant with a wrinkled face lay on her beautiful body, wantonly ravaging her.

Outside the window, a ripe red peach fell from the branch with a thud, hit the stone, and shattered, its sweet flesh scattering everywhere.

Wu

Kun sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, a tall, snow-white body kneeling between his legs, her buttocks raised as she carefully licked the bloodstains from his penis. Between her raised white buttocks were countless drops of blood; her once virginal opening was now a pitiful, bloody hole.

Twenty years of lowly servant life, Bu Xuelun's obedience and submissiveness had brought Wu Kun immense satisfaction. As noon approached, Wu Kun kicked Bu Xuelun aside, put on his clothes, and went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Ouyang Feng offered the beautiful woman, not explaining what he needed her for, only saying that if she ever came to the island, he should help guide him. Wu Kun secretly calculated that if Ouyang Feng didn't come, all was well; but if he did, he would surely eliminate Huang Yaoshi with overwhelming force. Even with Huang Yaoshi's extraordinary abilities, with inside help, he might not escape this calamity. Although Ouyang Feng was infamous, he valued his status and always kept his word. As long as Wu Kun offered to let him leave with Bu Xuelun, he figured everything would be fine.

Wu Kun was burning with anticipation, wishing Ouyang Feng would arrive immediately so he could return to the mainland as soon as possible.

Huang Rong still hadn't left her room. Wu Kun knocked on the door, only to feel a jolt from inside, as if a vase had smashed against it.

Later that evening, Huang Yaoshi grew impatient and ordered him to bring the meal to the room. Wu Kun steeled himself, used his shoulder to break the latch, and immediately covered his head. Sure enough, Huang Rong's fists and kicks rained down on him, sending him tumbling several times before he finally broke free.

In terms of martial arts, Wu Kun was naturally not afraid, but this girl had been incredibly spoiled since childhood. If he didn't take a few punches to vent her anger, there would be much more trouble later.

Huang Yaoshi waved his hand impatiently, telling Wu Kun to get lost. Wu Kun adjusted his hat, lowered his head, and hurried away.

At this time in the past, Wu Kun would go to the tomb chamber and, before Huang Yaoshi, ravish Feng Heng's corpse for pleasure. Today , however, a beautiful woman was hidden inside, so he no longer needed to penetrate that cold, fleshy orifice. ****************

... Bu Xuelun's face was ashen, her hands tightly clutching her groin, her lower abdomen arched, watching helplessly as the finger distorted her fair mons pubis. After a while, Wu Kun pulled out the blood-stained finger and placed it near Bu Xuelun's mouth. The beautiful woman trembled, opening her red lips to take the blood-stained finger into her mouth, carefully licking it clean with her tongue. She feigned a charming demeanor while serving her master, but inwardly she was terrified. Wu Kun played with the beautiful woman's smooth tongue, a cold smile playing on his lips. Bu Xuelun spat out the finger, knelt up, and said with a seductive smile, "How will you enjoy this servant tonight, Master?" Wu Kun lifted her chin, slightly prying open her red lips with his fingertip, then beckoned with his finger. Bu Xuelun hesitated, sticking out her tongue, only to see her master take out an iron hook. After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (15) Out of fear, Bu Xuelun subconsciously resorted to all sorts of coquettish gestures, hoping to win her master's favor. However, she overlooked the fact that this master was not the dashing young master of White Camel Mountain, but a deaf-mute servant. Her seductive words not only failed to move Wu Kun, but instead fueled his hatred. Wu Kun placed a porcelain bottle on the table, picked up an iron hook, and silently hooked Bu Xuelun's incredibly smooth tongue, pulling it outwards. A muffled scream escaped the beautiful woman's throat. Her bright red tongue writhed in terror on the iron hook, and her large, bright blue eyes instantly filled with mist. Her long, black eyelashes trembled like startled wings. A moment later, she felt the pain. The iron-smelling hook tore at her tongue like fire, and the clanging sound of the hook striking her teeth echoed throughout her body, shattering her heart and soul. Bu Xuelun trembled violently, her pierced tongue trailing outside her cherry lips, blood gushing out like a spring from the iron hook. The mute servant touched Bu Xuelun's exotic face, then picked up a sharp, thin blade from the table and slowly severed her tongue. The beautiful woman clutched the ground, her throat stretched out, emitting a series of incoherent, blood-curdling cries. The blade slowly sliced through, the iron hook suddenly loosening, the tender tongue neatly severed in two. Wu Kun poured the entire bottle of medicine into Bu Xuelun's mouth, then seized her delicate neck and pushed her to the ground. Bu Xuelun's mouth was full of blood, her hands covering her mouth, her whole body trembling violently. Wu Kun's large hand slipped between her legs, twisting her fair mound upwards, then slapping open her snowy buttocks, and thrusting into her. Peach Blossom Island under the moonlight was filled with the fragrance of flowers, tranquil and peaceful. In a simple servant's quarters at the foot of Finger Peak, a hideous old servant embraced a beautiful woman, her tears flowing freely, and ravaged her like a beast. Just then, a small boat shot away from the harbor like an arrow. When she returned, Peach Blossom Island was unrecognizable. **************** ... Time had left no trace on Feng Heng's body; her jade-like form remained as smooth and white as if she had just been placed in the coffin, lifelike. She bent her legs, knees apart, in a lewd pose, her lower abdomen slightly protruding, as if she were several months pregnant. Bu Xuelun, suppressing her fear of the corpse, crawled into the jade coffin. The icy chill seeped into her bones, and the beautiful woman trembled uncontrollably. Feng Heng's body was turned over; she was bowing her head, her buttocks raised, her exposed vulva rolled up, and a strange glow emanated from within. Her anus, after two days of rest, had returned to normal, but the slippery layer of semen still clung to the anal flesh as if it had just been ejaculated. Bu Xuelun, much taller than her, also bent over on top of her cold body, trembling as she raised her round buttocks. The two buttocks, one plump and white, the other translucent and pink, one with a beautiful vulva, the other small and alluring. Wu Kun first thrust in and out of Yan Ji's body for a moment, then inserted himself into Yan Shi's anus. The two orifices, one warm and slippery, the other cold and tight, were strikingly different, indescribably wonderful. In the empty tomb chamber, a hoarse, strange laugh suddenly echoed, like the cawing of a night owl. After the long, arduous rape, Bu Xuelun was almost frozen stiff by the cold, her blood stagnant, unable to move her limbs. The corpse, which should have been stiff, was unusually soft, like a ball of spring snow, lying quietly in the jade coffin. ****************************************** Wu Kun, immersed in the alluring body of Yan Ji of White Camel Mountain, engaged in sexual intercourse for days. Every corner of the cramped servant's quarters was soaked with their semen and vaginal fluids. Bu Xuelun, tormented by his arousal and insatiable demands, became weak in the limbs, her whole body withering rapidly like a flower deprived of water. It wasn't until the evening of the third day that Wu Kun remembered something. Bu Xuelun straddled her master, legs spread wide, and vigorously began to thrust. As the sun set, her skin seemed coated in honey, sweet and alluring. In the throes of ecstasy, the wooden door suddenly shattered, and a domineering figure strode in. The dissipating dust revealed a pair of astonished eyes. Du Dan paused, his eyes flashing with greedy and lewd light. With Ding Baipeng dead, his mute servants either joined Du Dan or fled into the dense forest. For two days, Du Dan had tirelessly searched the entire island, subduing the remaining thirty-seven mute servants before finally seeking trouble with Wu Kun. Wu Kun straightened up, shoving Bu Xuelun aside, and leaped out the window. Du Dan raised his massive hand, grabbing Bu Xuelun's delicate neck, while his other hand reached for her wet vulva. Several mute servants skilled in martial arts surrounded them outside the window; two of them were missing their left hands, their severed limbs attached to iron hooks—clearly Du Dan's henchmen. Before Wu Kun even landed, he smashed the window frame and knocked one of them down with a flick of his wrist. These mute servants, with their mediocre martial arts skills, were no match for Wu Kun, who was desperate to escape. After only three moves, two of them were struck in the chest and waist, vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground. The other, Lu Xiong, was a master of external martial arts, his arms like iron. Wu Kun parried two blows, his wrists tingling with pain. Seeing Lu Xiong's iron fist aimed straight at his face, Wu Kun raised his palm to block it. As their fists met, he suddenly shifted his force, pulling Lu Xiong's fist to the side with the Empty Fist technique he had stolen from Zhou Botong. But Wu Kun's attack was extremely ruthless. Taking advantage of Lu Xiong's open defense, he delivered a vicious and cunning kick to the side. Lu Xiong was struck under the armpit, his ribs shattered, and he tumbled to the side. Wu Kun didn't even bother to look back; naked, he scurried into the flower bushes and fled. Outside, a fierce battle raged, but Du Dan had no interest in even glancing at it. He threw Bu Xuelun onto the bed, pulled out his penis, and began to rape her. Wu Kun fled naked and disheveled into the mountains, his teeth clenched in hatred the whole way. Last time, he had only managed to have sex with Liu Ying twice before Du Dan took advantage of him, leaving him with nothing; this time, he had finally managed to get a beautiful and charming concubine, but after only three days, Du Dan snatched her away again. This grudge could not go unavenged! In the servants' quarters behind him, the beautiful concubine with her tongue cut out kept whimpering and screaming. She looked at the group of mute servants who surrounded her like zombies, her face pale with fright.

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The surrounding campfires, each as tall as a person, roared and illuminated the area as if it were daytime. The seven men in the inner circle all carried iron hooks on their left hands. The one in the lead, with a full beard and a bare, shiny black chest covered in hair, was none other than Ying Sha Du Dan.

Among the group of wicked servants, a blonde, blue-eyed exotic beauty lay sprawled, caressing her breasts and genitals, making various erotic and lewd gestures.

Bu Xue Lun, with her slender and graceful figure, lay on the lush green grass like a seductive serpent. Her snow-white body was incredibly supple, seemingly able to bend and turn at will. She swayed her large, round breasts, arched her back, and then raised one leg straight up, drawing a bright white arc in the air before landing behind her shoulder. The flickering firelight seemed to flow like water over her smooth legs. A sliver of light landed on her left toe, gliding effortlessly

across her fair skin, swirling slightly at the secret place at the base of her thigh, before flowing down to her right toe, leaving a luminous curve in its wake.

The mute servants craned their necks, watching intently. Du Dan grinned widely, raising his bowl and drinking it down in one gulp. His tongue had been cut, so he could only straighten his throat, pouring the wine down his throat in a rather strange swallowing motion.

Bu Xuelun held her breath for a moment, waiting for the onlookers to finish their spectacle, before slowly closing her legs together, like a smooth, fat candle standing upright in the air, then parting to the sides like an open jade fan. Her tender, red vulva blossomed from her snow-white skin, like a vibrant red flower rising high on the snow, quietly blooming, growing larger and larger, delicate and beautiful in the firelight.

A closer look reveals that Bu Xuelun's already alluring genitals are even more swollen than before, their unusual fullness and vibrant redness clearly a result of prolonged abuse. From evening until now, in just three short hours, thirty-eight mute servants have taken turns enjoying her seductive body, some even ejaculating inside her more than once. If Bu Xuelun hadn't possessed an exceptionally strong constitution, even a woman like Liu Ying, skilled in martial arts, would be on the verge of death by now. Bu Xuelun

's beautiful face is shrouded in shadow, obscuring her expression. Her long, slender legs are spread wide, bent into an arc, her toes touching the ground on either side before stopping. She frees her hands, her index and middle fingers running along her inner thighs to her private parts, like four small, white snakes burrowing into the tender, red flesh, then hooking the vaginal walls and spreading them apart, exposing both her front and back orifices to the public.

Thick, turbid semen gushed from the swollen, red orifice, one stream flowing into the smooth crevice of her buttocks, the other down her groin to her flat stomach.

The mute servants whimpered and cried out in pleasure. Several men in the inner circle reached out and caressed Bu Xuelun's body. Du Dan threw down his wine bowl, his large hand thrusting vertically between the beautiful woman's thighs, groping her wantonly.

Bu Xuelun, as the head dancer meticulously trained by White Camel Mountain, was usually most skilled at seducing people with her alluring voice and seductive words. However, in front of these deaf and mute servants who showed no mercy, her various seductive skills were useless. She could only rely on her pure body to be played with. She endured the pain, pressing her fingers against her tender flesh and spreading it apart, trying to use body language to please them. Unexpectedly, Du Dan found her fingers in the way, shoved them aside, and continued to play with himself with great pleasure.

Wu Kun didn't feel any pity—he hadn't felt any pity when he tortured and killed his own wife. He only hated Du Dan intensely. Aiming for the right spot, Wu Kun grabbed two pebbles and threw them at Du Dan's face and throat. The moment the pebbles left his hand, he pulled out a boning knife and stabbed it straight at Du Dan's abdomen. The pebbles were light, but the knife was heavy. Du Dan saw the pebbles and leaned back to dodge, but the knife had already struck before the pebbles. In his haste, Du Dan caught the knife with his left hand; with a clang, it struck the iron hook on his left wrist.

Seven or eight mute servants who knew martial arts jumped up and swarmed towards the tree where Wu Kun was. The path on Peach Blossom Island was crisscrossed, and Wu Kun, having already planned his escape, deftly slipped to the other side.

Du Dan's eagle eyes flashed with malice as he scanned the flowers and trees. The other mute servants, regardless of their martial arts skills, scrambled to their feet and searched the area.

This was the opportunity Wu Kun had been waiting for. He was confident that his skills had greatly improved over the years and that he wouldn't lose to Du Dan in a one-on-one fight. He immediately leaped out of the forest.

Bu Xuelun, clutching her groin and groaning in pain, was suddenly struck by her master's presence, a mixture of surprise and terror washing over her. Back on White Camel Mountain, while the Western Poisoner was ruthless, he was decisive and efficient in his killings. But everyone on this island was incredibly cruel, seemingly finding pleasure in torturing women. Even back in Wu Kun's hands, things might not be much better.

Lost in thought, Wu Kun had already covered more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) and was locked in combat with Du Dan. His cleaver was incredibly sharp and deadly, while Du Dan wielded a sword in his right hand and hooked with his left, his moves powerful and domineering.

Wu Kun grew increasingly impatient with each move. After ten exchanges, Du Dan's left wrist hook snapped open, catching the cleaver, while his right hand thrust a boning knife straight at Wu Kun's abdomen. Wu Kun twisted Du Dan's wrist, released the cleaver, and slammed his palm heavily into the back of Du Dan's hand. At the beginning of his time on the island, his martial arts were far inferior to Du Dan's, but in the past ten years, his progress had been rapid, surpassing Du Dan's. This palm strike, delivered with full force, forcefully knocked the boning dagger from Du Dan's hand. He snatched the dagger, then swung it at Du Dan's waist. Du Dan's left wrist hook, as straight as a hand, reacted swiftly, lowering his wrist to block the dagger and taking a step back.

The mute servants surrounded him, dozens of eyes flashing with ferocity, clearly intending to kill him on the spot while Huang Yaoshi was away.

Wu Kun's eyes darted around, and he suddenly grabbed Bu Xuelun, holding her in front of him. A flash of cold light appeared in his hand, and the boning dagger was held vertically against the beautiful woman's private parts. He made a gesture with his left hand: "Dare to come closer, and I'll tear her cunt apart, so none of you can have sex with her!"

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The mute servants looked at each other, none of them expecting that the man surnamed Wu would use his own woman as a hostage.

Du Dan raised the iron hook on his left arm, pointing it at Wu Kun's nose from afar, while cursing a string of filthy words with his right hand. Wu Kun didn't reply, but tightened his grip, and the sharp tip of the dagger pierced the flesh a little. Six other mute servants, each carrying an iron hook, surrounded Wu Kun, brandishing their hooks and hurling insults at him.

Wu Kun grew increasingly enraged, drawing his dagger and pointing it at Du Dan, gesturing a one-on-one fight with his right hand. He thought Du Dan was merely bullying him; those treacherous villains would only kick him while he was down if they saw he could defeat Du Dan.

Just as he was calculating, Du Dan swung his left wrist fiercely, sending seven iron hooks flying simultaneously. Wu Kun, terrified, released his grip, using his dagger to deflect two hooks and then smashing another away with his left fist. He then slipped through the gap and ran towards the beach. Freed from his restraints, Bu Xuelun collapsed to the ground like limp mud, a warm flow gushing from her genitals—she had lost control of her bladder due to extreme shock.

Du Dan and his men gave chase relentlessly; there was no escape on the beach, and even if Wu Kun had wings, he couldn't escape.

Suddenly, a massive black shadow emerged from the darkness, flashing like a ghost through the narrow gap between the pursuers.

Du Dan and the others, having lived on the island for many years, had never seen such a strange creature before, and were immediately horrified to stop in their tracks. The dark figure leaped lightly and disappeared into the night. The night was as black as ink, and Wu Kun had vanished without a trace. After a long while, they realized it was a horse—the little red horse that the young lady had brought back to the island that day. It hid in the forest during the day and galloped onto

the beach at night, stretching its legs, unexpectedly saving Wu Kun's life.

Unable to catch Wu Kun, Du Dan vented his anger on Bu Xuelun. He put an iron ring around her neck and chained her to a tree like a dog. Anyone who wanted could have their way with her. Every day, Bu Xuelun was raped more than sixty times, even the bedridden Lu Xiong and others would have sex with her several times a day.

At dawn, the light sea mist dissipated, revealing a snow-white female body under the peach tree. Bu Xuelun's shoulders were pressed against the tree, her soft neck lay limply on the ground, her plump white buttocks were raised, and she groaned as she was being fucked. Her golden hair was wet with sweat and mist, strands sticking to her face, the iron chain around her neck rattling with a humiliating rhythm. She didn't know how long she had been raped, nor could she count the number of times she had been raped, she only knew that her genitals had never been penetrated, and could be thrust all the way in at any time.

Bu Xuelun didn't turn around to see who was raping her, to her face, appearance was meaningless. After the mute servant ejaculated, she leaned wearily against a tree root and fell into a deep sleep. Half-awake, a sudden, sharp pain shot through her breasts. Meiji opened her eyes, hastily forcing a fearful, seductive smile.

Lu Xiong leaned forward, pointing to his erect penis. Bu Xuelun obediently turned around, kneeling on the ground with her back to Lu Xiong, spreading her buttocks, and slowly inserted the penis. Once the penis was fully inside her swollen vagina, Bu Xuelun leaned forward, supporting herself on the grass with her hands, her buttocks rising and falling with laborious effort.

After a moment, Lu Xiong inserted his fingers into Bu Xuelun's anus and probed a few times. Bu Xuelun swallowed, gripping her buttocks with both hands, spreading her plump buttocks as wide as possible, tentatively lowering her waist. Her two round buttocks were spread flat, the protruding anal crypts bulging red and swollen, dripping thick semen. Bu Xuelun's brows suddenly furrowed, and she gasped for breath as she laboriously sat down, inserting the penis into her anus.

Bu Xuelun straightened her body, her hands and feet bracing against the ground, like a jade bridge arching across Lu Xiong's waist and abdomen. She gritted her teeth, her plump, snowy buttocks rising and falling like a carpenter's square, laboriously manipulating the thick, dark penis with her anus.

Lu Xiong, with three broken ribs on his right side, hated Wu Kun with a vengeance. His left hand was immobile, but his right hand gripped and twisted Bu Xuelun's body.

Bu Xuelun watched as her full breasts were squeezed out of shape, her blue eyes filling with tears. She endured the pain, straining to tighten her anus, using her tender rectum to give the penis immense pleasure. Lu Xiong lay on the ground, enjoying the softness and tightness of the beautiful woman's anus, his eyes half-closed, panting happily.

Du Dan, arms crossed, his penis erect, emerged from the woods. This time, he had caught Wu Kun red-handed, so there was no need to rush to kill him. He could simply wait for the island lord to return, hand Bu Xuelun over, and that would be irrefutable proof of her collusion with the Western Poison. However, given the island lord's temper, he would most likely kill Bu Xuelun on the spot. Before that, he would enjoy her thoroughly. His penis

throbbed, releasing its semen, and the woman's erect body went limp. Exhausted, the beautiful woman lay on Lu Xiong's body, letting the semen flow deep into her intestines.

A bucket of cold water was poured over her head, and Bu Xuelun coughed as she got up, trembling at Du Dan's feet.

Du Dan plucked a fist-sized peach from a branch and tossed it in front of the beautiful woman. Bu Xuelun picked the peach, hesitatingly bringing it to her lips. Du Dan stepped on Bu Xuelun's shoulder, kicking her so hard she fell backward.

Du Dan pointed to Bu Xuelun's vulva, then to the peach in her hand, gesturing for her to put it in.

The peach was ripe, bright red, and incredibly delicious. Covered in a layer of fuzzy down, it felt slightly itchy to hold.

Bu Xuelun was on the verge of tears, her eyes welling up. Finally, she obediently opened her legs, guiding the fuzzy peach towards her private parts.

Just a few days ago, she was a virgin; in such a short time, her delicate vulva had been ravaged beyond recognition. Her tender flesh was chapped and swollen, a shocking sight. The fuzzy down,

coated with a layer of sticky fluid, glistened. Bu Xuelun felt as if a hairy fist had been inserted into her lower body, an unbearable itch. The slippery flesh parted, opening into a bright red circle. The peach's excessively large diameter caused a tearing pain in her flesh. Bu Xuelun's beautiful face contorted in pain, her rose-red lips trembling.

The petals opened to an unbelievable width, slowly swallowing the fuzzy peach into her warm, moist vulva. Bu Xuelun pushed her fingers in forcefully, the swirling flesh opening and closing abruptly, and the fist-sized pubic hair was already inside her. A round entrance remained in the vaginal opening, and the hairy peach-like body was clearly visible from the outside.

Du Dan twisted Bu Xuelun's neck, turning her slender body over, then grabbed her buttocks and thrust his penis hard into her anus. Yan Ji opened her tongueless mouth and let out a painful cry.

Her vaginal opening was completely filled with the pubic hair; even through the intestinal walls, the round shape of the peach could be clearly felt. With the thrusting of the penis, the open vaginal opening contracted and closed, the peach rotating and rolling inside, the hair rubbing against every sensitive fold of flesh, indistinguishable between itchiness and pain.

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As dusk approached, Wu Kun quietly slipped out of the tomb. This was an unspoken forbidden area of Peach Blossom Island; regardless of whether Huang Yaoshi was on the island, none of the mute servants dared to come here easily. He gripped the dagger and stealthily made his way to the harbor, hiding among the thorny vines.

Bu Xuelun seemed to have fainted, unresponsive to the mute servants' rough handling. Du Dan lifted one of her legs, his left wrist hook plunging into her vulva and stirring it around.

Wu Kun was secretly pleased; he feared that if Bu Xuelun didn't die, she would reveal his secret collusion with the Western Poison. Killing her would eliminate any evidence.

After stirring for a while, Du Dan pulled out the hook, revealing a bright red peach-like opening from her vulva. Bu Xuelun was as still as if dead, her private parts exposed, her vulva gaping open like a fist, unable to close for a moment.

Wu Kun stared at Du Dan's maniacal laughter, gripping the dagger tightly, secretly gathering his strength. Suddenly, a slippery object slid past his foot; looking down, he saw a giant, black snake, its head as big as a fist, as thick as a child's arm, and about four feet long. Peach Blossom Island has never had snakes or ants; this was most likely a strange snake brought by Ouyang Feng and left behind on the island. Wu Kun held his breath, only letting out a sigh of relief after the black snake swam past.

A mute servant ran from the port, gesturing, "Someone has come to the island and wants to see the island master."

The other mute servants looked at each other in astonishment, quickly covering Bu Xuelun's mouth and hiding in the dense forest. Du Dan put on his clothes and went to meet them.

Wu Kun was afraid of being overheard, so he dared not make any rash moves. He secretly peeked out from the thorny vines and saw five men and one woman of varying heights standing on the beach, all dressed in different colors.

The first man leaned on an iron cane, with a sharp face and a sallow complexion, looking quite ugly. Behind him was a disheveled scholar, then a peddler carrying a scale, a farmer carrying a shoulder pole, a round, fat man, and finally a beautiful woman in white. She was slender, with arched eyebrows and large eyes, her skin as white as snow—clearly a woman from the water towns of Jiangnan. Her white dress suggested she was still unmarried, but her expression bore the marks of hardship,

suggesting she was around thirty. Wu Kun's heart stirred; he recalled several figures he had heard of during his travels twenty years ago. Judging from their appearance and demeanor, they were likely the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan residing in Jiaxing. Their martial arts weren't top-tier, but their reputation in the martial world was considerable—the epitome of the most foolish and righteous chivalrous. What were these six doing on the island now? And where was the butcher?

Du Dan, seemingly aware of the situation, wasn't as arrogant as usual. He gestured, indicating that Huang Yaoshi had left the island and they should return another day.

The "Master of the Flying Bats," Zhu Cong, gestured with his folding fan for a while, then spoke a few words to Ke Zhen'e. The six bowed and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a red figure darted out of the forest, leaping lightly over the thorny vines, and ran to the Six Monsters, neighing affectionately. The Six Monsters, seeing the little red horse and learning that their disciple Guo Jing had been there, were overjoyed. They led the horse onto the boat and left the shore.

Taking advantage of Du Dan's momentary lapse in attention, Wu Kun leaped up and rushed towards Bu Xuelun's hiding place. Four mute servants were raping the beautiful woman, Bu Xuelun's mouth stuffed with a peach stained with semen, her azure eyes filled with sorrow and terror.

Wu Kun struck a mute servant in the back with a palm strike, then without hesitation, plunged his dagger into Bu Xuelun's prominent left breast. A direct hit would surely pierce her heart.

In the nick of time, a mute servant kicked out, and a flash of blood appeared on her snow-white breast. Bu Xuelun rolled to the side, her plump, white breast severed in two by the blade; she was clearly beyond saving.

By the time Du Dan arrived, Wu Kun had already vanished into the depths of the peach grove. Bu Xuelun writhed and wailed on the ground, blood gushing from her round, jade-like breast. The clean cut started from the areola, extending to the base of the breast, almost reaching her ribs.

Bu Xuelun clutched her severed breast, rolling and screaming inhuman agony. The group of mute servants gathered around, cursing Wu Kun inwardly. How could they possibly enjoy playing with such a beautiful courtesan now?

After observing for a moment, Du Dan ordered four mute servants to pin down Bu Xuelun's hands and feet, preventing her from struggling. He then grabbed her intact right breast and twisted it with the tip of a hook. Bu Xuelun's limbs were spread out, her crystal-clear body still incredibly alluring. Her left breast was split into two hemispheres, one in front of the other, lying on her chest. The gruesome wound was wide and clean, and amidst the splattering blood, the pulsating flesh of the breast could be faintly seen.

Du Dan cut off Bu Xuelun's right breast cleanly from the areola, then inserted his fingers into the wound to separate the skin and flesh. He then hooked the loose skin and pulled it down, like removing clothing, forcefully tearing the breast skin down to the base of the nipple. In the blink of an eye, the snow-white breast was reduced to a round ball of flesh, trembling slightly on her chest, with tiny blood vessels crisscrossing, a gruesome sight.

Several iron hooks reached out and tore the bloody breast to shreds. Bu Xuelun's limbs were pinned down. Her delicate neck was hunched, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as she watched her breasts being stripped of their flesh, reduced to bloody globs, and then ripped into pieces by the iron hook. She was so horrified she forgot even the pain.

Du Dan thrust his left wrist forward, plunging the entire iron hook, along with his arm, into Yan Ji's lower body. The golden hair on her mons pubis stood on end, then fell back down. A blunt point slowly rose on her snow-white abdomen, growing higher and higher. A moment later, her fair skin twitched, and a gleaming hook emerged from below her navel. Du Dan pulled back, the iron hook tearing through her smooth skin like ripping a sheet of paper. Bu Xuelun's flat abdomen, from her navel to her mons pubis, was ripped open, her uterus and vagina exposed to the twilight sky.

Bu Xuelun's red lips trembled, murmuring something to herself. Her beautiful body was shattered beyond recognition. Her two long, slender legs remained as graceful as ever, but her vulva was completely mangled. She twitched slightly, seemingly obediently and alluringly raising her lower body to allow the brutal servants to penetrate her. Upon closer inspection, however, it was clear that Du Dan's iron hooks had shattered her pubic bone, splitting her mons pubis and genitals in two.

All was quiet. Bu Xuelun gazed silently at the sky, her beautiful face seemingly returning to the serenity of childhood. Her once supple right breast was now nothing but a jumbled mass of flesh, while her left breast was split open at the root, limp and pressed against her chest. Her lower body was mangled and bloodied, the hidden orifice completely exposed, like a ripped tube revealing the swollen, violated walls of flesh.

A group of ugly, ferocious, mute servants surrounded Bu Xuelun's tragic corpse, streams of filthy semen falling onto her split breasts and ruptured uterus.

The crescent moon hung like an eyebrow; these mute servants would rarely see such moonlight again.

After the rain, the peach blossoms bloom (17)
Half a month later, Huang Yaoshi returned by boat, looking quite desolate.

During this voyage, Mei Ruohua died at the hands of Ouyang Feng, and then he saw Qu Lingfeng's remains. Recalling the past, Huang Yaoshi was filled with grief and regret. He realized that he had been too harsh, causing his two disciples, Chen and Mei, to hesitate to express their feelings, ultimately ruining the lives and futures of his entire sect. Of his six disciples, only Lu Chengfeng remained.

He feared his daughter and Guo Jing would suffer the same fate as Chen and Mei, so he finally accepted Guo Jing as his son-in-law. However, another unexpected twist occurred: that foolish boy was already engaged to the princess of the Mongol Khan, making it impossible for him to marry his daughter. It was a pity that his daughter was so devoted; knowing there was no possibility, she still refused to leave Guo Jing. His daughter was not focused on martial arts or literature, but this "devotion" was something she had truly inherited from him.

Huang Yaoshi sighed and returned to Peach Blossom Island with the daughter left behind by Qu Lingfeng, intending to impart all his knowledge to her to make up for his guilt towards his disciples.

The simple-minded girl's intelligence was only that of a four or five-year-old; even with Huang Yaoshi's unparalleled wisdom, he was helpless. Sometimes, in his anger, he wished he could kill her with a single blow. But then, thinking of his other exceptionally intelligent disciples, Huang Yaoshi could only sigh, pat the simple-minded girl on the shoulder, and let her go play by herself.

His six disciples—Qu, Chen, Mei, Lu, Wu, and Feng—were all intelligent and handsome, rare talents indeed, but unfortunately, he had expelled them all before they completed their apprenticeship. Now, wanting to make amends, he had encountered this simple-minded girl; it was truly a case of karma, and retribution was inevitable. Even with Huang Yaoshi's carefree nature, he could only manage a bitter smile.

Seeing Huang Yaoshi earnestly trying to teach the simple-minded girl the arts of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements, Wu Kun and the others couldn't help but secretly chuckle.

With Bu Xuelun dead, there was no way to prove Wu Kun's collusion with the Western Poison, so Du Dan, though unwilling, had no choice but to let him go for now. Just yesterday , Du Dan and the others had been chasing Wu Kun to the death, but as soon as Huang Yaoshi returned to the island, the mute servants immediately quieted down, obediently going about their business as if nothing had happened.

********** ... Huang Yaoshi waved his hand, "I don't receive guests. Tell them to go back." Shortly after the mute servant left, Du Dan entered with a letter—it was written by the Six Heroes of Jiangnan. Huang Yaoshi read the letter and ordered Du Dan to take the simple-minded girl and bring the Six Heroes to his hermitage. He also sent a message to Wu Kun, instructing him to prepare food and drink to entertain the guests. After the Six Heroes arrived, Huang Yaoshi had the simple-minded girl accompany the guests for dinner, while he himself went straight out. Halfway through the meal, the simple-minded girl slipped out to play, leaving only the Six Heroes and Wu Kun serving in the hall. Wu Kun had been away from the martial world for a long time and had never met the Six Heroes of Jiangnan. The Six Heroes didn't recognize this silent old servant as the infamous Blood Blade Wu Kun. The Six Heroes were genuinely trying to resolve the misunderstanding between Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Sect. During the meal, everyone talked about how in half a month it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bet made eighteen years ago with Qiu Chuji, the Changchunzi, would finally be settled. In the past six months, Jing'er's martial arts had greatly improved, and they had already won eighty percent of the bet. When Qiu Chuji finally admits defeat to the Six Heroes at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Jiaxing, it will be a fitting end to their eighteen years of hard work. Overjoyed, Han Xiaoying's eyes welled with tears, and she said in a trembling voice, "If Brother Zhang Wu knew, he would surely be happy too." For over ten years, the desert winds had been like knives; though her beauty remained, she was no longer the youthful girl she once was. The six fell silent, each pouring a cup of wine onto the ground as a tribute to their fallen brother. Han Xiaoying vowed never to marry, remaining chaste for Zhang Asheng for life. Thinking of the hardships of these past years, her heart was filled with turmoil. Wu Kun sneered inwardly, his eyes lingering on Han Xiaoying's slender neck and waist. He thought to himself: This woman has been idle for so many years, what a waste! ************************************** As evening approached, Huang Yaoshi had not yet returned. The Six Heroes, anxious, gestured and urged their old servant to go and find him. Wu Kun left the hermitage indifferently, slowly walking towards the sea. About a mile from the sea, they could see three people moving about among the thorny vines. Wu Kun stopped to look and saw that the one in front was the simple-minded girl, the tall man behind him was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, and the other handsome young man was not Ouyang Ke. Wu Kun was overjoyed and quickly waved to them.

Just as the Six Heroes of Jiangnan were experiencing a mix of joy and sorrow, the Six Masters of Quanzhen had already met with Huang Yaoshi. The Quanzhen sect members, misled by Qiu Qianzhang's rumors, believed that Zhou Botong had been killed by Huang Yaoshi. Furthermore, instigated by Ouyang Feng, they also blamed Huang Yaoshi for Tan Chuduan's death, thus the entire sect came. Huang Yaoshi, disdaining to waste time arguing with juniors, simply sailed ashore to confront Zhou Botong. He left without a word, and apart from the simple-minded girl, no one on the island knew.

Ouyang Feng, having killed Mei Ruohua, had already incurred Huang Yaoshi's wrath. Without hesitation, he took his newly accepted disciple Yang Kang and sneaked onto Peach Blossom Island to see what he could gain. Unable to contact Wu Kun upon arrival, he saw the simple-minded girl playing alone on the beach. He then tricked her into leading him home under the pretense of taking her there.

The simple-minded girl had only lived on the island for half a month; she couldn't even recognize the main roads, let alone the intricate network of paths on Peach Blossom Island. Ouyang Feng was now like a blind man leading a blind horse, following the silly girl for an hour without finding his way out of the thorny vines by the sea. He was a somber man, and although he was seething with hatred, he showed no emotion on his face. Upon seeing the old servant he had won over with the beautiful woman, Ouyang Feng felt a sense of relief and raised his snake staff, shaking it.

His original snake staff had been lost at sea; this one was newly forged. While its form and material remained the same, the two snakes on it were far inferior, one silver and one red, coiling up and down, lacking the liveliness of the original.

After Wu Kun finished gesturing, Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang exchanged a glance, and Ouyang Feng traced with the snake staff, saying, "Is there anything on the island…?"

Wu Kun didn't wait for him to finish, erasing the writing with his foot, carefully glancing around, and gesturing, "You tell me, I can understand."

Ouyang Feng asked, "Is there any hidden place on the island that could attract the Six Heroes of Jiangnan?"

Wu Kun immediately understood, nodded, and led the group towards the island.

Upon opening the tomb chamber, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but marvel. Huang Yaoshi, a man of extraordinary learning, was indeed remarkable. The mechanisms of these two tomb doors were ingenious; without a guide, how could anyone have imagined that the tomb held a hidden world?

Wu Kun glanced at the simple-minded girl beside him, a murderous intent surging within him. Ouyang Feng noticed this and smiled, shaking his head. Though ruthless, he valued his promises. Having promised to escort the simple-minded girl back to Niujia Village in Lin'an, he was unwilling to break his word easily.

After striking the simple-minded girl's pressure point to put her to sleep, the three discussed for a long time and devised a plan: Wu Kun would go to the hermitage to falsely convey Huang Yaoshi's message, inviting the Six Heroes to a meeting. Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang would each guard the inside and outside, killing five of the Heroes, leaving only the simpleton Ke Zhen'e alive to frame Huang Yaoshi. Then they would kill all the mute servants on the island and destroy the evidence.

Wu Kun had no objections, but suggested that the two of them only needed to subdue the mute servants; he would handle the killings.

Ouyang Feng laughed and nodded, and the two clasped hands three times, signifying their promise. The Six Heroes of

Jiangnan

, unsuspecting, gladly followed Wu Kun to the cemetery.

Upon entering the tomb, they found it pitch black, so dark they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces. The six stopped, and Zhu Cong clasped his hands and announced loudly, "The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan request an audience with Island Master Huang."

The tomb was silent, seemingly devoid of any life. A chill ran through them, and they involuntarily turned to look at the tomb entrance.

A figure in green slowly stepped into the tomb. Although the face was unclear, the green robe was extremely familiar—it was Huang Yaoshi's attire.

Ouyang Feng had picked up Huang Yaoshi's green robe from the beach and draped it over his shoulders. In the darkness, he bore a striking resemblance to Huang Yaoshi.

Quan Jinfeng was the first to be caught; he had just offered up his steelyard balance when Ouyang Feng grabbed it. Ouyang Feng exerted all his strength in his arms, and with a bang, snapped the thick iron steel balance in two. Then, with a flick of his wrist, half of the scale rod struck Quan Jinfeng heavily in the chest, shattering his sternum and killing him instantly.

In the darkness, it was difficult to discern the truth, and Zhu Cong and the others assumed it was Huang Yaoshi who had suddenly attacked, intending to kill them all. The Five Heroes, with no way out, could only retreat into the tomb chamber. Ke Zhen'e and Zhu Cong, whose martial arts far surpassed the others, immediately took up their weapons and guarded the tomb chamber entrance. Nan Xiren stood in the middle, holding his iron carrying pole horizontally.

The enemy had killed Quan Jinfeng in one move and seemed to vanish without a trace. A moment later, a strange whooshing sound suddenly rang out, and an iron staff flew out of the darkness, striking the iron carrying pole in Nan Xiren's hand. Nan Xiren's arms trembled violently, and the iron carrying pole flew out of his hands, striking the offering table diagonally. The iron staff flew backward, and Nan Xiren staggered back two steps, panting heavily.

Ke Zhen'e pulled out a poisoned dart and unleashed a series of blows towards the tomb passage. Blindness, ironically, proved invaluable in his use of the darkness. His volley of hidden weapons was flawless in both force and angle, striking every enemy, regardless of their position in the tomb passage. However, the poisoned darts, once launched, seemed to vanish without a trace, failing to hit their targets or even strike the stone walls. Just as

he hesitated, a gust of wind rushed past his ear, and the newcomer charged into the tomb, engaging Zhu Cong in a fierce battle.

After only three exchanges, Zhu Cong sensed something amiss. He had witnessed Huang Yaoshi's attacks several times; this newcomer's skill was comparable to that of the Eastern Heretic, yet their techniques were vastly different. In this life-or-death situation, Zhu Cong couldn't speak, his hands flashing and slashing with all his might.

The Han siblings stealthily retreated behind the curtain. Hearing the urgency, Han Xiaoying, disregarding her own safety, lit a tinderbox, hoping her brothers could unleash their full power.

A flash of light, and a figure leaped out from behind the coffin. Huang Yaoshi always acted alone; none of them had expected an ambush. Caught off guard, the man's five fingers, like hooks, gripped Han Baoju's head.

Han Baoju fell silently onto the coffin, instantly dead. Han Xiaoying's eyes widened in fury, and she drew her longsword, thrusting it towards the man's chest. In a flash, she recognized him as Yang Kang, Guo Jing's sworn brother.

Yang Kang, having mastered Mei Ruohua's skills, possessed claws as sharp as iron, managing to exchange two blows with the longsword before shifting to the side and grabbing at Zhu Cong's waist.

Zhu Cong, already struggling to defend himself, saw the ferocity of Yang Kang's claw and had no choice but to abandon his formidable enemy, passing by Yang Kang and blocking his Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Just as he regained his footing, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if bitten by something.

Zhu Cong struggled to turn his head, only to see a dark iron staff flash by, with a small, silver-scaled snake on it, its mouth open, its teeth bearing visible bloodstains. He tried to speak, but his facial muscles were already frozen, leaving only a strange smile.

In an instant, three of the Six Eccentrics were dead. Wu Kun rushed into the tomb and saw Ouyang Feng repel Ke Zhen'e and force Nan Xiren away with a punch. Han Xiaoying's pretty face was ashen, filled with grief and indignation. Her longsword flashed with a blue light, and she fought with a desperate style. Yang Kang's face was ashen, and his two claws rose and fell

, neutralizing her attacks one by one. Wu Kun leaped forward, his sharp knife deflecting the longsword. Then, his left hand reached for Han Xiaoying's crotch, a move that was extremely vulgar. Han Xiaoying took two steps back, her back already against the stone wall. Seeing the lustful look in Wu Kun's eyes, she knew that falling into his hands would inevitably lead to her being violated. She steeled her heart and cried out, "Big brother, fourth brother, run!" As she spoke, she held the longsword to her neck and slashed hard.

With a clang, a hidden weapon flew out from the snake staff and struck the sword. Han Xiaoying's longsword flew from her hand, followed by Ouyang Feng's iron staff, which suddenly shot out. A red snake darted from the staff's base to its tip with lightning speed, its gleaming teeth flashing as it bit into her fair wrist.

Nan Xiren and Ke Zhen'e desperately broke out of the tomb, with Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang in hot pursuit. Han Xiaoying lay prostrate on the jade coffin, a fine tooth mark imprinted on her slender, white wrist, her breath extinguished.

Upon seeing the jade coffin and imagining the beautiful corpse's current posture, Wu Kun felt a surge of lust. Unfortunately, the Western Poison had acted too quickly, ruining this beautiful piece of flesh. Wu Kun stamped his foot and fled the tomb.

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Nan Xiren, always taciturn, was suddenly struck by this tragedy. He only briefly told his elder brother about the whereabouts of the other brothers before running away without another word. Ke Zhen'e was both shocked and in pain. His ashen face contorted with rage. He shook off Nan Xiren's hand and was about to return to fight Huang Yaoshi to the death.

Nan Xiren said, "Live! Send... He—" His voice suddenly became strange, his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he couldn't utter a single word. Then, a series of loud bangs and crashes erupted as pieces of furniture were smashed to pieces by his bare hands.

Ouyang Feng arrogantly put away his snake staff, letting Nan Xiren and Ke Zhen'e wreak havoc on the hermitage with their fists and staffs. His exotic snakes were extremely difficult to cultivate; two had been lost at sea, and this new snake, though similarly venomous, was far less potent. Having already lost most of its venom to Zhu Cong, Nan Xiren, despite being bitten on the tongue, wouldn't die immediately.

Meanwhile, Wu Kun, standing a few feet behind Ke Zhen'e, made a show of force, chasing him all the way to the port.

Du Dan, idly watching Wu Kun's actions at the port, was puzzled when he suddenly saw Xi Du standing in the distance in the forest. Overjoyed, he ordered someone to report to the island lord while rushing over to capture the traitor Wu Kun.

Wu Kun turned and ran, with Du Dan giving chase. In the chaos, Ke Zhen'e grabbed a small boat and fled Peach Blossom Island at breakneck speed.

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (18)
Ouyang Feng appeared and disappeared in an instant, leaving only Wu Kun, who ran swiftly through the forest and across the stream, his expression panicked.

After passing through the green bamboo forest, the Sword Testing Pavilion, and the lotus pond, a jade-white tomb stood majestically in sight. All around were white flowers like a sea, and the evening breeze made the layers of flowers rise and fall like a tide, the air filled with a captivating fragrance.

Wu Kun ran to the tomb, leaning on the tombstone, panting heavily. At this moment, the remaining mute servants on the island all rushed over upon hearing the news, forming a circle of more than thirty people, slowly approaching. They had lived together day and night for one or two decades, yet there was not a trace of affection between them. Seeing Wu Kun's life hanging by a thread, each of them wore an excited expression, like hunting dogs chasing a cunning rabbit, filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.

Du Dan raised his hand and waved, and all the mute servants stopped. He grinned, his white teeth flashing, revealing a ferocious smile, then extended a finger, arrogantly pointing it at the ground, ordering Wu Kun to kneel down and accept his death.

Wu Kun stroked the inscription on the tombstone, "Tomb of Lady Feng, the Heiress of Peach Blossom Island," his lewd figure slowly straightening.

Du Dan flung off his blue cloth cap, his robes fluttering as he leaped into the air, hooking left and clawing right, his momentum terrifying. Wu Kun raised his sharp knife, clashing head-on with Du Dan's iron hooks. The blade and hooks clashed, and Du Dan's powerful body trembled, realizing that Wu Kun's strength surpassed even his own.

Du Dan was incredibly fierce; he flipped in mid-air, dissipating the force, and then pounced down. This time, he unleashed his signature move, "Seven Killings of the Eagle," his iron hook transforming into a elusive, cold light as it struck down. Sparks flew as the iron hook struck the blade seven times in a row. His technique was exquisite, forcing Wu Kun to remain unprepared. The rapid onslaught left Wu Kun's arm numb and sore. By the eighth move, Du Dan tightened his iron hook, gripping the dagger. With a burst of force, Wu Kun's dagger flew from his hand.

From the moment he made his move until he seized the dagger, Du Dan remained suspended in mid-air. He swung his left palm, exchanging blows with Wu Kun, using the momentum to leap up, then lunged down, intending to capture his enemy of over a decade in one strike. Wu Kun seemed terrified by the ferocity of the Eagle Demon, leaning against the tombstone and forgetting to dodge.

A crooked black iron staff suddenly emerged from behind the tombstone, seemingly casually swung, and with a soft "thud," pierced through Du Dan's shoulder, penetrating his collarbone.

The staff flicked, throwing the battered Du Dan aside, and then Ouyang Feng's tall figure slowly emerged from behind the tombstone. He arrogantly surveyed the entire scene, then raised his palm and cleaved the seven-foot-tall tombstone in two.

The mute servants looked at each other in horror, involuntarily taking a step back. As soon as they moved their feet, the mute servants noticed something beneath their feet. Looking down,

their faces paled instantly. Hundreds of long snakes of various shapes and sizes had appeared on the ground, a mixture of blue, black, gold, and purple, some even multicolored, all clearly highly venomous. The snakes varied in size and length, some no more than a foot long, others as thick as a human leg and over ten feet long, coiling and lurking among the grass, a sight to behold.

Ouyang Feng was cunning and scheming. He had brought a large number of snakes to the island not merely to show off, but to intentionally leave behind a batch of exotic snakes for future use. Just now, he had scattered snakebite to lure the snakes, and the mute servants, oblivious to the noise, hadn't noticed a thing.

One of the mute servants hissed and tried to run away, but a golden snake's tail coiled around his legs, then it raised its fist-sized head and stretched it towards the servant, licking his face with its cold, red tongue. The mute servant's eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted. The remaining mute servants were all weak in the legs, some even defecating and urinating, yet none dared to move.

Ouyang Feng instructed Wu Kun to clean the bodies of the five monsters thoroughly, leaving no trace, then left some snake medicine before setting sail with Yang Kang and the silly girl.

After the three left, Wu Kun kicked Du Dan in the abdomen, shattering the true energy gathered in his dantian. The kick was perfectly measured, rendering Du Dan immobile without killing him.

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tombstone was cleaved in two by Ouyang Feng's palm, but the mechanism remained intact. Wu Kun used the remaining iron rod to open the tomb passage and crawled inside.

Four bodies lay scattered in the tomb chamber. Wu Kun stuffed some pearls and jade into Zhu Cong's arms, then dragged up Han Xiaoying's body, intending to fake a suicide. Unexpectedly, when he touched it, the body was still warm. Just as he was stunned, Han Xiaoying's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.

Wu Kun's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly retreated, leaning against the corner of the room, on high alert. Han Xiaoying didn't move, but just stared straight at him, a layer of black mist between her brows, her gaze vacant, as if she had lost her mind.

Wu Kun waited a moment, then raised his finger and shook it. Han Xiaoying

's beautiful eyes moved, following his finger from side to side. Wu Kun boldly raised his hand, and Han Xiaoying obediently climbed off the jade coffin, like a docile puppet. The red snake that bit Han Xiaoying, though also from White Camel Mountain, was not the highly venomous creature raised by Ouyang Feng, but rather a strange snake raised by Ouyang Ke. Ouyang Ke was arrogant and philandering, and the strange snake he kept was also quite unusual. Once bitten by this snake, even the most virtuous woman would lose her mind, becoming a walking corpse, completely at the mercy of others, and only die from the poison three days later. Ouyang Feng, having lost his twin snakes and grieving the death of his son, had kept the snake with him.

Although Wu Kun didn't know the full story, he could guess from Han Xiaoying's expression and behavior. He chuckled, reached out and loosened his belt, gesturing for Han Xiaoying to do the same.

Han Xiaoying obediently lowered her head and slowly undressed. Although over thirty, she remained chaste, her figure appearing only of a twenty-something, her every movement carrying a girlish shyness.

Her white clothes fluttered down, and Han Xiaoying smiled foolishly, stripping naked before the ugly old servant. Compared to Feng Heng's delicate beauty and Bu Xuelun's allure, Han Xiaoying's body possessed a unique, graceful beauty characteristic of women from the water towns. Her skin was snow-white, her arms slender, her breasts as smooth and lovely as a pair of white peaches. Her abdomen was smooth as jade, her two pink legs pressed tightly together, a tuft of dark hair peeking out from between them.

Wu Kun grabbed Han Xiaoying and reached down to her lower abdomen. At that moment, Han Xiaoying only had her master's command in her mind, and didn't resist at all. She even obediently parted her legs, slightly raising her lower body so her master could touch the evidence of her virginity.

When his fingertips touched that soft, supple membrane, Wu Kun was overjoyed. Such a beautiful woman, having been with a group of men for so long, and still a virgin—the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were truly honest. Wu Kun pulled out his finger and shoved it into Han Xiaoying's mouth, chuckling to himself, "Guarding it all these years, so it was all for me? Today I'll deflower your little cunt!"

Han Xiaoying lay back on the jade coffin, lifting her legs and spreading them apart. Her movements were slightly stiff, but she didn't hesitate at all in response to her master's command.

Between her fair legs, a tightly closed slit gradually opened, revealing two pink, tender labia. All the mute servants on the island were outside the tomb, trapped in the snake formation; several mute servants who knew martial arts had their acupoints sealed. Faced with such beauty, Wu Kun ignored them, lifted Han Xiaoying's thighs, and thrust

forward. His glans slipped, blocked by the tightly closed flesh. Wu Kun exclaimed, "So tight!", then used his two thumbs to pry open Han Xiaoying's tight slit into an oval, revealing the opening. He then pressed his penis against the rosy opening and thrust it in.

A tearing pain shot through her secret place as the untouched flower path was mercilessly thrust into by the thick penis. Han Xiaoying's brows trembled violently, and she cried out like a child learning to speak. Her chastity, guarded for decades, vanished in the final moments of her life with a streak of crimson blood.

The thick penis filled her narrow vagina, her virgin blood dripping and staining the jade coffin. Han Xiaoying cried out in pain as she spread her white legs, allowing her master's penis to brutally thrust into her tender virginity. A sliver of blood-stained flesh rolled in and out of her opening, incredibly alluring.

Wu Kun, who had always looked down on these chivalrous men, now seized the opportunity to commit bestial acts against Han Xiaoying, showing no mercy whatsoever. Han Xiaoying's vagina was shallow and tight, like a highly elastic fleshy band around the penis, each thrust crushing her clitoris. While Wu Kun was thrusting, he also held Han Xiaoying's small breasts, nibbling and biting them, occasionally pinching and pulling her nipples hard. Before long, her peach-like breasts were covered in wounds.

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In the dim light, Zhu Cong smiled as he gazed at the jade coffin. From this angle, Han Xiaoying's face was not visible, only a pair of flat, parted jade legs and a bloodied vulva between them. The fleshy opening, filled with semen, bulged high, and streams of red and white liquid slowly flowed from the wide-open orifice.

Beside him, a black snake over four feet long slithered around the scattered clothes on the ground, its bright red tongue flicking in and out like a forked flame.

Wu Kun remembered the snake medicine in his pocket, so he lifted his clothes, took out a pill, and waved it in front of the black snake. The black snake immediately raised its upper body, its head and neck twisting and stretching, greedily staring at the soybean-sized pill.

Wu Kun hid the snake medicine in his palm, slowly turned on the lamp, and then snapped his fingers together, making a crisp cracking sound. Han Xiaoying rose at the sound and walked blankly to Wu Kun.

Wu Kun pointed to the ground, telling her to lie down. Han Xiaoying obeyed like a puppet, and then, following his gesture, spread her legs. Wu Kun held the snake medicine between two fingers, waved it in front of the black snake, and then deeply inserted it into her newly opened vulva, pushing the medicine into her flower core with his fingertip.

The black snake immediately slithered between Han Xiaoying's thighs, its tongue flicking, licking around her mons pubis. Han Xiaoying was completely unaware, seemingly unaware of the black snake's presence. After licking for a while, the black snake seemed to smell the snake medicine, raised its head, and bravely burrowed into her vagina. The

swollen vagina resembled a crushed flower, the tender flesh turned up to the size of a palm, a patch of red and tender, with traces of blood clearly visible. The black snake was about two inches in diameter, much thicker than Wu Kun's penis, and its triangular head was the size of a fist. Its jet-black scales were clearly defined, its entire body as black as ink. When it burrowed in, its thick body filled the vaginal opening, the scales catching on the injured flesh, causing excruciating pain. Han Xiaoying's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide open, her jade-like face showing a sorrow even more poignant than when she was deflowered.

The slippery, tender flesh turned outwards, revealing a striking black snake snout amidst the red and tender flesh. Han Xiaoying's body tightened, her snow-white abdomen heaving in and out, writhing in agony. Wu Kun, watching from the side, was aroused, wishing his penis could become that black snake so he could burrow into the heroine Han's body and explore.

The fist-sized snake head completely entered the vaginal opening and continued to burrow deeper. The virgin's clitoris was so tight it could only accommodate a fingertip, but the black snake ignored it, relentlessly pushing towards the location of the snake medicine. Han Xiaoying's tender vulva was forcefully penetrated by a sledgehammer-like snake head, causing her delicate body to tremble violently in pain.

From the outside, a perfectly round opening was stretched between Han Xiaoying's snow-white thighs, with the red flesh being drawn into her body, leaving only her fair skin. A long, jet-black snake was half-inserted into her vulva, the other half still dragging below her mons pubis, twisting and turning incessantly.

The smooth, cool snake body stretched the vaginal opening straight, smoothing out all the folds on the tender, supple walls, causing the vulva to curl back, and the entire cervix to feel as if it had been brutally pierced and stretched tight by an iron rod. As the black snake entered, her flat abdomen gradually swelled. Through the skin, one could almost see the snake's contorted posture; it seemed to have used Han Xiaoying's moist uterus as a nest, continuing to enter after swallowing snake medicine, swimming past the spasming cervix, coiling its body in circles, completely stretching open the elastic uterus.

The terrifying sensation of a snake burrowing into one's most tender and secret organ, coiling within the sacred womb, is enough to drive any woman mad. But Han Xiaoying, devoid of consciousness, felt no fear. Her smooth, jade-like legs twisted incessantly against the ground, and Han Xiaoying thrust her lower abdomen forcefully, as if in intercourse, her throat emitting intermittent moans, like a pitiful toy, offering her pain to her master's amusement.

The last part of the tail disappeared between her legs, the thick, long snake's body fully inserted into her body, her snow-white belly swelling up like a pregnant woman. Her limbs spread out, her bleeding vulva slowly closing, and a ripple of movement emanated from her abdomen.

Wu Kun became increasingly enamored with her large belly, remembering that there was still a virginity to be deflowered, so he twisted her nipples and lifted Han Xiaoying up, making her kneel with her snow-white buttocks raised.

Compared to that, the pain of her anus being torn apart was nothing. Han Xiaoying's white, round buttocks were raised, her anus torn to pieces by the penetration. Wu Kun fondled her beautiful breasts and shapely buttocks, occasionally kneading and playing with her round belly.

His glans slid in and out of her rectum, and through the intestinal wall, he could clearly feel the coiled snake-like body inside her uterus. Wu Kun laughed wildly, raping Han Xiaoying like he was playing with the most despicable whore. Blood gushed from her white and beautiful body, Han Xiaoying's hair was disheveled, and her empty eyes stared blankly into the void. Only the trembling of her slender fingers showed her pain.

After the rain, the peach blossoms (19)
When Wu Kun finished venting again, the moon was high in the sky.

The fragrance of flowers flowed in from the open tomb passage, gently floating in the tomb chamber. Han Xiaoying held her writhing belly ball and knelt on the cold and hard stone ground. Her slightly upturned snow buttocks, which were originally tight and flawless, were now so wide open that they could not be closed, revealing a bottomless fleshy hole in the middle. The terrible wound went beyond the edge of her anus, obviously tearing the sphincter muscle. Even if it healed in the future, it would lead to incontinence.

“Her cunt has been idle for so many years, tonight I’ll let you have some fun…” Wu Kun, not caring whether Han Xiaoying understood or not, grinned and gestured. Han

Xiaoying swayed as she got up, clutching her heavy belly, and followed her master step by step out of the tomb passage. Beneath the pair of fair, delicate feet of the Jiangnan woman, a glaring trail of blood remained. ********** ... The black snake inside Han Xiaoying's uterus weighed over ten kilograms; its white, muscular belly swayed from side to side as it walked, making each step difficult. Wu Kun slashed open Du Dan's crotch with a knife, pointed to the hairy phallus between his legs, and then pinched Han Xiaoying's genitals, forcing her to use her vagina to serve Du Dan. Ouyang Feng's blow with his staff, seemingly casual, was actually extremely vicious. Du Dan's face was ashen, his mouth covered in purplish-black blisters. He glared fiercely at Wu Kun, as if to say: When the island lord returns, he will tear you to pieces. Wu Kun smiled sinisterly and gestured, "What is Huang Yaoshi? His wife was played to death by me!" Du Dan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. Meanwhile, Han Xiaoying squatted on Du Dan's waist, one hand supporting her lower abdomen, the other grasping his limp penis, her buttocks raised as she offered it to his private parts. Du Dan, certain he was beyond saving, decided to disregard life and death and simply enjoy himself. His erect penis smoothly entered her vagina, but Han Xiaoying, sitting on top of Du Dan, was oblivious to the movement. Wu Kun kicked her in the stomach, then grabbed her shoulders and pulled and pressed her down. Han Xiaoying winced in pain, struggling to keep up with the heavy movements. Even facing death, Du Dan refused to yield, his mouth moving as if he were cursing. Between curses, he said, "This little slut feels so fucking good, good son, so filial to his father..."

The mute servants, clinging to life under the snake's jaws, stared pleadingly at Wu Kun, begging for their lives. Wu Kun ignored them, his eyes fixed on the erotic scene of the two men's union.

Her round, snowy buttocks rose and fell, diligently swallowing and releasing the erect penis. At this moment, Han Xiaoying was no longer the chaste Yue Maiden Sword, but a plaything, worse than a prostitute, carelessly thrown out by her master for others to toy with.

A moment later, Han Xiaoying's swollen abdomen began to undulate. Suddenly, Du Dan trembled violently, as if suffering indescribable pain. Han Xiaoying stared blankly, her snowy buttocks sinking to the bottom and then rising again. The penis seemed to have suddenly thickened, pulling out a fist-sized bulge from her tender flesh. Han Xiaoying braced herself against the ground, her snowy buttocks arching forcefully, revealing a dark snake's head emerging from her vagina, Du Dan's penis tightly gripped in its mouth.

Han Xiaoying felt an endless, throbbing penis in her lower body. She arched her back, straining to lift her buttocks. From her white buttocks, a thick, black snake stretched longer and longer, until it was perfectly straight. Then, Du Dan let out a hoarse roar as the black snake bit off his penis. The venom flowed into his heart through his excited blood vessels, and in the blink of an eye, Ying Sha lay dead on the ground.

The black snake hanging from his buttocks suddenly sprang forward, darting straight into his vagina. Han Xiaoying let out a muffled groan, her lower body trembling uncontrollably.

Wu Kun laughed silently, lifting Du Dan's body and throwing it towards the largest python. Before the body hit the ground, the python caught it with its mouth, then opened its jaws to four times its own width, swallowing Du Dan's head whole.

Han Xiaoying staggered to her feet, awaiting her master's next command. Her legs could not close, and her ravaged lower body continued to drip blood. That fragility that should have evoked pity only fueled Wu Kun's sadistic pleasure. He gestured to the remaining thirty-odd mute servants, ordering them to take turns serving the others.

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When he awoke, it was already broad daylight.

Gazing at the boundless sea of flowers, Wu Kun momentarily forgot where he was born. After a long while, he gradually remembered: This was Peach Blossom Island. He was Wu Kun. Deafened and mute by Huang Yaoshi, he became a servant on the island.

Overnight, half of the thirty-odd mute servants were gone. The remaining dozen or so were either unconscious or listless, resigned to their fate. These mute servants were all wicked and wicked. Except for a few who knew martial arts but had their acupoints sealed and were unable to move, the rest tried every means to escape. These hairless beasts, however, were utterly devoid of human nature. No matter how clever they were, the slightest movement would cause the snake's body to tighten. Any struggle would result in the snake's demise, its clothes and hat becoming the giant python's snack—these snake grandfathers were terrifyingly ignorant.

Han Xiaoying lay prone in the lush green grass, her legs spread wide. The black snake, seemingly enamored with her moist womb, remained coiled inside her, only its head protruding from between her thighs, looking utterly eerie.

Last night, she had served over ten mute servants with her newly deflowered vulva, but each time, after a dozen or so thrusts, sometimes over a hundred, the black snake would impatiently dart out of her womb before she could ejaculate. Thus, what she had been using was now a thick, long snake. That night, Han Xiaoying felt as if she had been gang-raped by hundreds of men; her genitals were mangled and raw, a gruesome sight.

As soon as Wu Kun approached, the black snake slithered back into its fleshy hole, leaving only a blood-red opening between her jade-like buttocks, thick and round as if pierced by a fist. Even with Han Xiaoying's martial arts skills, the torment of that night had nearly killed her, and the dark aura between her brows had deepened considerably.

When Han Xiaoying awoke, she immediately and obediently spread her round buttocks. In her mind, her master only used her two fleshy holes; she had no value other than being used by her master.

Fearing that the snake might come out and bite him, Wu Kun grabbed Han Xiaoying's hair and led her like a female dog to a mute servant.

The mute servant, named Wu Jian, was Du Dan's right-hand man and had a deep-seated hatred for Wu Kun. He stared at Wu Kun in fear, his heart pounding, but he didn't dare to breathe, afraid of disturbing the giant snake coiled around him.

Perhaps because of the black snake inside Han Xiaoying, the giant snake coiled around Wu Jian did not move. Stunned, she parted the snake's body, tore open Wu Jian's lower garment, and then slipped her round, open vulva over it. Although terrified, Wu Jian's penis hardened under the friction of her tender flesh. Once Han Xiaoying had her penis inside, Wu Kun pushed her forward, making her lie on top of Wu Jian like a frog, her snowy buttocks raised.

The blood on the wound in her anus had already congealed; against the purplish-black, a few strands of pink anal flesh peeked out, contrasting sharply with the white, tender flesh on either side, a scene both tragic and lewd. With her vagina blocked, Wu Kun no longer hesitated, lifting his penis and thrusting it into her rear.

The wound reopened, Han Xiaoying's vagina and anus were invaded simultaneously, and with the venomous snake coiled inside her uterus, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Wu Kun felt his intestines being squeezed and flattened by a foreign object, a tight, throbbing sensation that he found quite amusing. He thought to himself, "What Seven Heroes of Jiangnan? I've fucked them inside and out, I can do whatever I want with them!"

He twisted her pink, snowy breasts, kneading them violently as if to crush them, feeling Han Xiaoying's painful spasms, laughing wildly inwardly. "Don't even mention you, even Huang Yaoshi's wife, Duan Huangye's noblewoman, I, Wu Kun the Blood Blade, have raped and killed. Even the Western Poison gave me his dancers to play with as I pleased—so what if they died?"

The snakes split into more than ten groups, coiling around the remaining mute servants. One mute servant was wrapped from head to toe by a long snake, suffocating him. The more he moved, the tighter the snake wrapped around him, until finally his bones were crushed, leaving only a breath between his mouth and nose. The other mute servants were pale, instead envying their companions who had died beneath Han Xiaoying.

Wu Jian, however, beneath Han Xiaoying, thought differently. His penis was still inside her vagina, and before he could even thrust, the black snake, disturbed by Wu Kun's ministrations, emerged from her womb, passed through her cervix, and bit down on Wu Jian's glans.

The slick, wet shaft was suddenly pierced by the snake's sharp fangs; the sudden, excruciating pain made Wu Jian's hair stand on end, and he couldn't even groan. Han Xiaoying's beautiful face blurred before his eyes, and the last thing he saw was a blue figure. He suddenly felt that his decades of servitude were worth cherishing.

Han Xiaoying dug her hands into the soil beneath the grass, arching her back as she endured Wu Kun's brutal violation of her anus. When the penis withdrew, the bright red anal canal slipped out uncontrollably, swelling softly in her buttocks.

Han Xiaoying was like a tireless butterfly, repeatedly parting her petals to take in the long and short, thick and thin penises of the mute servants, clamping them tightly with her tender vagina, and then letting the black snake inside her womb bite them off one by one.

One mute servant's penis was particularly tough; the black snake bit for a long time without succeeding. Han Xiaoying kept crawling forward until the coiled snake was completely pulled out. Then she spread her vaginal opening, waiting for the black snake to swim back and burrow into her jade gate before continuing to crawl towards the next mute servant.

Wu Kun chuckled as he watched. He had originally planned to dispose of the corpses of the thirty-odd mute servants, but now that Han Xiaoying had sold her body and let the giant python swallow them, it was clean and convenient. By the time Huang Yaoshi returned, they would probably have turned to dust.

Thinking that Huang Yaoshi would return, Wu Kun's heart tightened. He glanced at the sky, turned around, and went into the tomb. The tomb chamber remained dimly lit.

Wu

Kun lit the glass lamp before the coffin and lifted the felt curtain.

The coffin lid slid open, revealing a face as beautiful as jade. Feng Heng's serene expression resembled that of someone in peaceful sleep, but her posture was completely at odds with her expression.

She knelt in the jade coffin, her legs bent and her upper body flat. Her glossy black hair was spread out in a fan shape, and her high, jade-like breasts drooped slightly due to the tilt of her body, her nipples as bright red as cherries in the snow. Her slender waist was soft and graceful, showing no signs that she had died from a miscarriage. More than ten years had passed, and time had changed, but her appearance remained unchanged; she was still that beautiful seventeen-year-old girl.

Her bent knees were spread apart beside the coffin, her delicate feet resting under her buttocks. As if she felt her jade mounds weren't high enough, she also tucked her hands behind her buttocks, holding them on her feet. Inside Feng Heng’s beautiful jade door, a thick, round wooden stick was inserted straight in, with four characters engraved on it: Wu Kun Langjun.

Wu Kun caressed Feng Heng's jade-like body with irresistible affection, every inch of her skin, from her toes to her hairline, thrilling him.

Over the past ten years, he had lost count of the number of times they had been intimate. He adored Feng Heng's obedient nature; whatever he asked, she would do obediently, willingly accepting any lewd position. Whatever was inserted into her body, she showed no reluctance, always smiling as he played with her. Even her anus, which her husband had never touched, Feng Heng gave herself to him without hesitation. Feng Heng

's vulva was a perfect blend of red and white, like a flawless carving of snow-white mutton-fat jade and bright red agate. Wu Kun held the wooden stick engraved with his name, gently thrusting it in and out for a moment, admiring the beauty of the opening and closing petals, then pulled it out and set it aside.

Wu Kun lifted Feng Heng's soft, fragrant body, draped her legs over his shoulders, and gently lifted her round buttocks with his hands. With a slight thrust of his hips, his hot, hard penis slid into her tight anus with a soft squeak.

Feng Heng's rear was his most frequented and exquisite spot; he knew every wrinkle of her anus like the back of his hand. Over the years, Feng Heng's body had neither aged nor become as wanton as an adult woman. Both her vulva and anus remained a tender red.

Her rectum and anus seemed perpetually elastic, moist and slippery, bringing wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure to his penis.

Her snow-white breasts, having been drained by his sucking, were slightly loose, feeling even softer to the touch, as if they could easily spring back to their original shape no matter how they were twisted.

He lifted Feng Heng's head, took her red lips into his mouth, and licked them incessantly. Feng Heng was the only woman he had ever kissed. Even his former wife, Guan Wei, was merely another sexual organ Wu Kun used for pleasure. "

I'm going to take you away from here," Wu Kun thought to himself as he sucked on Feng Heng's cool tongue.

After the rain
, the curtains were drawn back, and the glass lamps were turned up to their maximum brightness, illuminating the tomb chamber. The walls were adorned with dazzling treasures, and the jade coffin glowed with a bluish-green light, like a transparent body of ice.

A pair of hard, large hands reached into the coffin and slowly pulled out a bright, beautiful body. The tender skin was smooth and full, like a peach blossom just picked from a branch, still full of life.

Feng Heng frowned slightly, her face showing a mixture of reluctance and sorrow. Over the years, she had never heard her husband's mournful flute music, and the intimate acts and humiliations seemed to have left no trace. She remained the ethereal figure in the painting, untouched by worldly concerns.

The jade coffin, meticulously crafted by Huang Yaoshi, now served as an altar for his beloved wife. Feng Heng's cool, jade-like body lay gracefully upon it, her smooth, pink back like flawless jade, her snow-white buttocks curvaceous and radiant.

Wu Kun's wrinkles seemed to glow; after more than a decade of waiting, this day had finally arrived. At this moment, only he and she remained on Peach Blossom Island—the prostitute outside the tomb was nothing more than a moving lump of flesh, and the remaining mute servants were immobile, destined to become snakes' prey.

If possible, he truly wished to take the jade coffin with him, but the jade coffin weighed over a thousand pounds; carrying it would prevent even escape or crossing the sea. Therefore, Wu Kun only intended to take Feng Heng's beauty.

The sharp knife hesitated for a moment before finally striking Feng Heng's back. The silky smooth skin split open, a foot-long crack appearing from her shoulder to her waist. A slight ooze of blood oozed from the wound, revealing the fair, white skin beneath, like a handful of fine snow, the contrast between red and white breathtakingly beautiful.

Wu Kun had previously skinned several beautiful women for amusement; each time he made a cut, the women's muscles would spasm and they would tremble uncontrollably, resulting in unevenly thick skins. It was rare to find a skin so still and serene. To preserve the skin's integrity as much as possible, he didn't make the usual head-to-abdomen cut, but instead only sliced halfway down the back, preferring to take the extra effort.

He opened his mouth wide, licked his lips with the back of his tongue, and then, with a gentle, sweeping motion, carefully peeled away the skin and muscle, half-cutting and half-picking.

The smooth skin easily separated from the flesh. Wu Kun reached his left hand into the crevice, embracing the cool, tender flesh as if cradling a fragile lump of cream, and carefully peeled it from the skin. First, the two jade-like shoulders, then the soft, delicate neck.

Feng Heng's fragrant, tender body was as soft as cotton, slipping out of the skin with little effort. Her skin was white yet supple and elastic, like a piece of fine silk slipped down to her shoulders, revealing her entire jade-like back. Without the glaring sight of blood, the exposed flesh remained as white as jade.

Wu Kun put down his dagger and, using only his hands, peeled off the skin from her head, then flipped it downwards, peeling the skin down to her shoulders.

The quiet tomb chamber was chilling. Feng Heng's upper body was now exposed; due to the extremely small incision, her fair skin clung tightly to the upper edge of her breasts, like a half-undone undergarment.

Wu Kun turned the female corpse over, his ten fingers deftly curling downwards. Feng Heng's smooth breast flesh overflowed, trembling as it transformed into a full, soft mass. Reaching the nipple, Wu Kun used the tip of his knife to twist and cut off the entire pink areola, leaving it within the skin. Then, as if removing two half-gloves, the smooth skin of her arms was peeled off completely, falling from her fingertips.

Wu Kun placed Feng Heng's upper body inside the coffin, then grabbed the skin below her chest and pulled it downwards. The snow-white skin silently slid down her slender waist, reaching her buttocks. Half of the skin had been peeled off, leaving only her buttocks, abdomen, and two jade-like legs.

Wu Kun took a breath, held it, and peeled away Feng Heng's round buttocks in a circular motion. Feng Heng's snow-white buttocks were perfectly round, and the skin was extremely tight. Wu Kun had to use a sharp knife to insert into the cleft of her buttocks, peeling away the skin at the bottom of the cleft piece by piece. Reaching her anus, Wu Kun stopped, first peeling the skin past her hip bones, then down to her abdomen, level with her thighs, and finally peeling away both buttocks, leaving only the anal flesh deeply connected to her body.

Wu Kun held the knife horizontally for a moment, then thrust the blade inwards along her tailbone, then made a cut on each side, cutting a triangle inside Feng Heng's buttocks. The smooth, tender flesh hung down like snow, and through the triangular gap, the dark red intestines could be vaguely seen. Wu Kun inserted his fingers into the crevice below the coccyx, grasped the intestines, and pulled them out. A wet, squelching sound followed, and a stream of cloudy white semen flowed continuously from the tender, red anus.

Wu Kun was startled, realizing that the intestines in his hand were bulging and filled with a viscous liquid. He then remembered that all the semen he had ejaculated into Feng Heng's anus over the past ten years had accumulated here, filling the entire intestine. He twisted the intestines and saw thick, cloudy semen gushing out from between her white, tender buttocks, each spurt as if it had just been injected, splashing the tomb floor with a cloud of cloudy white. Feng Heng lay prone in the coffin, her white buttocks overflowing with thick semen, as if she had just been anally penetrated by hundreds of men, now uncontrollably gushing forth.

Wu Kun cut off a foot-long section of intestine, then completely peeled off the skin of Feng Heng's buttocks, and then touched her lower abdomen. Feng Heng's lower abdomen was round and swollen, as if she were several months pregnant. It was not only filled with semen but also stuffed with pearls.

Wu Kun started from above her mons pubis, scraping along her hip bone to remove the entire plump mons pubis. Then he made a large hole in Feng Heng's vulva, running along both sides of her perineum and connecting it with her anus. Next, he inserted the back of his hand into her abdominal cavity, feeling along her vagina to find her uterus. Holding the fullness of pearls, he pulled them out like he was carrying a fetus.

Feng Heng's beautiful secret place between her legs was instantly empty. Her vulva and anus were completely removed, hanging down her abdomen along with her skin. Her uterus was stuffed like a leather bag, hanging heavily between her knees. The closed flesh orifice was like the tightened entrance of the bag, now facing its original location at the opposite angle.

The straight jade legs were the easiest to peel off, straight like two jade bamboo shoots. He peeled them off completely, then slid them down from her toes like removing a silk stocking.

In less than half an hour, the once beautiful and alluring Peach Blossom Island heroine was reduced to a mangled mass of flesh, her flawless skin stripped away from head to toe by the island's servants. Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he

scrutinized the jade-like skin. Finally, he kicked the mutilated corpse into the coffin and closed the lid.

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The mute servants around were nowhere to be seen, all perished in the snake's belly. The larger snakes in the area had long since eaten their fill and fled, leaving only a few dozen smaller snakes lingering.

Wu Kun, carrying his bundle, walked out of the tomb and flicked his fingers. Han Xiaoying blankly raised her head, dragging the black snake from the underworld, and staggered to Wu Kun's side, instinctively raising her snowy buttocks. Her fair face was covered with grass and dirt, which ironically diminished the dark aura between her brows.

Seeing how obedient she was, Wu Kun was truly reluctant to kill her—the thought of using the Yue Maiden Sword from the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan as a dog made his penis hard… But this bitch had been thoroughly used and wouldn't live much longer; keeping her alive wouldn't be useful for more than a few days. Wu Kun

stepped on Han Xiaoying's waist and with a hiss, pulled out the black snake. Han Xiaoying's vulva was exposed, her fleshy opening wide enough to be the size of a fist, unable to close for a long time.

Wu Kun took out the remaining snake medicine, divided it into two handfuls, one inserted into the vagina and the other into the anus.

Dozens of strange snakes of various shapes swarmed in, swimming up Han Xiaoying's jade-like legs to her buttocks, vying to enter. Han Xiaoying's fair buttocks, like a silver plate, were instantly covered with writhing snake bodies. More than ten vipers, golden snakes, and bamboo vipers simultaneously entered the vagina, which stretched open to the size of a bowl, with more than a dozen strange snakes of varying lengths burrowing into the smooth cavity, leaving only their tails protruding and wriggling. Four or five thin snakes also entered her still unhealed anus, twisting and turning, causing the anal opening to open and close repeatedly, an extremely lewd sight.

Han Xiaoying's eyes were glazed over, and she moaned softly, as if she were being fucked unbearably, vigorously thrusting her round buttocks. The black and blue snake tails lashed back and forth in Han Xiaoying's snowy buttocks, slapping against her thighs, legs, and buttocks with a slapping sound.

Wu Kun chuckled, lit a torch, and flicked it over the snake tails. The snakes immediately stirred, desperately burrowing into Han Xiaoying's abdomen. They not only tore apart the delicate flesh walls but also hissed and bit incessantly from within. Unbearable pain shot through her vagina and anus, and Han Xiaoying's fair abdomen writhed violently, even her uterus being torn apart.

Gushing blood gushed from the two vaginal openings as the snakes burrowed into her uterus and intestines, writhing and thrashing within her abdominal cavity. Wu Kun drew his knife and cut off Han Xiaoying's two peach-like breasts, forcefully stuffing them into her vagina and anus.

The soft flesh of the breasts tightly sealed the openings; soon, the snakes would die inside Han Xiaoying's abdomen. However, before the snakes died, not a single organ in her abdominal cavity would remain intact.

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A young man stood respectfully behind, watching the master carve twenty-four round holes into a ham, then carefully shave the slippery tofu into balls and place them into the holes. He stepped forward, took the ham cautiously, and placed it in the steamer, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

A knock sounded at the door, and a young man entered, presenting a piece of plain paper. The young man took the paper, glanced at it, and gestured, saying, "Prime Minister Jia invites the master to the capital."

The wrinkled old man shook his head.

The young man continued, "Grand Commandant Ye will arrive tomorrow, and Prefect Chen is offering one hundred taels of silver, requesting the master to prepare a dish called 'Snow-Covered Tianshan Mountains.'"

The old man shook his head again, then closed his eyes.

The young man handed the paper to the young man, saying softly, "Master Wu only prepares one dish a day; the menu was set before the New Year—it's been this way for many years, no need to say more."

After the young man left, the room was quiet, with only the movement of the sunlight.

The stove burned beeswax, without the slightest trace of smoke. The renowned chef of Jiangnan lay quietly in his chair, seemingly asleep.

Steam rose from the steamer, the aroma growing stronger. Just as the young man was about to wake his master, the old man suddenly raised his hand.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took down the steamer, and hurried to the door, opening it. Two servants immediately came forward, carrying the steamer on a silver tray,

and tiptoed down the stairs. The young man turned around and saw his master had already risen, standing at the window gazing into the distance, a strange look in his eyes. After a long while, his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something, then he slowly climbed the stairs.

When the lock clicked on the upstairs door, the young man went to where his master had been and looked in the same direction. He saw a peach blossom on the street corner, which had bloomed sometime earlier.

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A body as white as mutton fat lay in the brocade quilt, fragrant and soft. Her legs were slightly parted, her lower abdomen high and rounded, as if she were pregnant and about to give birth.

An ugly phallus was inserted into the pregnant woman's lower abdomen, straight into her delicate jade gate. The pregnant woman seemed to be in some pain, her body twitching slightly, then immediately becoming still again, her smile unchanged as she allowed him to thrust in and out at will.

On the tables on either side of the bed were dozens of life-sized wax female figures. These wax figures were either kneeling with their buttocks raised, or lying supine with their legs spread, sculpted in various obscene poses, lifelike. But each one had a rounded lower abdomen. And each one had a two-inch-long round hole at the vulva, anus, and lips.

Wu Kun stroked Feng Heng's red lips, thinking: The peach blossoms are blooming again. When will Huang Yaoshi arrive?

July 5th-30th, 2004

[The End]

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