Inside story of Bright Peak

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Forty-five years after the fall of the Song Dynasty, in a secret chamber deep within the secret passage of the Ming Cult's Bright Peak headquarters, a few oil lamps were lit. A naked man was thrusting violently into a naked woman, his penis rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. The sounds of their bodies colliding were incessant. The woman seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her hands scratching his back muscles until they were covered in claw marks.

"Ahhh—good senior brother, harder, harder—" the woman ecstatically tossed her long hair, while the senior brother raised the Hunyuan Thunderclap Energy in his dantian to its peak, making his penis hard enough to withstand swords. He wanted to satisfy his junior sister with all his might, to prove to her that he was far superior to her husband.

"Ahhh—Junior Sister, I'm here—" The senior brother finally ejaculated all the semen locked in his seminal sac into his junior sister's delicate flower, making her moan with pleasure throughout the secret passage. Her body convulsed more than a dozen times before collapsing. The two naked bodies were pressed tightly together, enjoying each other's caresses.

Just then, the hidden door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes slowly walked down the steps. He looked at the naked couple on the bed in disbelief and said, "Madam, you—you and—him, you are—."

"Ahhh—Dingtian, it's—it's my fault, don't kill my senior brother—" Although the woman was exhausted after her orgasm, she still managed to get up and use the quilt to cover her body in front of her senior brother.

"Junior sister, don't beg him, Yang Dingtian. You forced my junior sister to marry you back then. It was never her wish, and she never loved you. The person she loved has always been me. You married her but neglected her to practice superior martial arts. All these years, I've been having secret rendezvous with her in this secret passage. Hehe, you didn't expect that, did you? If you have the guts, come and kill me! If you're a man, you should grant my and my junior sister's wish and let us leave—" The senior brother spoke righteously at first, but his last sentence was still an attempt to provoke the husband into letting him and his junior sister go.

"Hahaha, enough is enough. I, Yang Dingtian, thought myself the best in the world, yet I didn't even know that the person beside me never loved me. I got your body but never your heart, Cheng Kun, you win—" The husband laughed three times, then two lines of bloody tears streamed from his eyes as he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"Dingtian, Dingtian, what's wrong with you?" The woman was stunned and wanted to go over, but her senior brother Cheng Kun pulled her behind him and leaned in, staring intently at her husband Yang Dingtian for a long time before laughing loudly, "It's fate, junior sister! Even the heavens are granting our wish! Yang Dingtian actually made us so angry that he died! Hahahaha, Yang Dingtian, Yang Dingtian, you actually made me wear a green hat and you died of anger! It's hilarious!" Cheng Kun laughed maniacally, clutching his stomach.

"Dingtian, Dingtian, you—you're dead?" The woman stopped covering herself with the blanket and rushed over naked, shaking her husband's body, but he was unresponsive.

"Dingtian, it's my fault that you died! I—I deserve to die! Get up, hit me, scold me! It's all my fault!" The woman hugged her husband's body and cried bitterly, but her husband could no longer hear her confession.

"Junior sister, what are you doing? That villain Yang Dingtian has held you captive for years and never treated you well. Now even Heaven is punishing his evil deeds, and we've actually angered him to death. This is called 'after the storm comes the calm.' Let's quickly pack up and leave this place to live a secluded, immortal life!" Cheng Kun said ecstatically.

"Senior brother, I'm the one who killed Dingtian, it has nothing to do with you. Go, I want to stay with my husband forever," the woman cried, refusing to look back at Cheng Kun.

"Junior sister, you told me that you loved me, not him, in this life. You never loved him at all. He deserved to die, why are you torturing yourself like this?" Cheng Kun took two steps forward to persuade her, looking at his junior sister's snow-white body lying on Yang Dingtian's corpse, her crotch constantly leaking the semen he had just injected into her, which made his already limp penis hard again.

"Junior sister, you're too emotional right now. Let your senior brother help you calm down." Cheng Kun picked up the woman and threw her onto the bed. He thrust his erect penis between her legs. Her secret place was already incredibly lubricated, and the easy penetration made her gasp repeatedly.

"Senior brother, please stop! I—I don't want to—don't do this—oh oh oh—" The woman frantically tried to push Cheng Kun away, but the man, burning with lust and even more excited, was unwilling to stop now. His most hated rival had just died, and his junior sister's love of her life finally belonged to him completely. He felt full of strength, enough to kill even a tiger.

"Hahaha, Yang Dingtian, did you see that? It's a pity you didn't see the scene of my junior sister and I having a wild and exciting time. But I'll be merciful and give you a good show right now. You piece of trash can't even satisfy my junior sister, but now I can satisfy her and let her enjoy herself. Get up, you piece of trash! Get up and kill me! Aren't you invincible? Hahahaha!" Cheng Kun became more and more smug and laughed wildly.

"Senior brother---ahhhh---please stop---ahhhh--ohhhh--ahhh--" The woman was in great pain and extremely resisted Cheng Kun's forced intercourse with her, but her body was still feeling waves of pleasure. She took out a dagger from under her pillow, gritted her teeth and plunged it between her breasts, then pulled it out forcefully.

"Spit—" A spurt of blood sprayed all over Cheng Kun's face, instantly snapping him back to reality, just like a dog in heat. He opened his eyes to see a bloody gash between his junior sister's high breasts, blood gushing out like a fountain, and a strange smile on her face.

"No, no, no—this isn't real—this isn't real—" Cheng Kun frantically pressed his hand against the wound on the woman's chest, but blood continued to gush from between his fingers. With his martial arts skills and knowledge, he knew his junior sister was beyond saving; she was dead!

But Cheng Kun still desperately hoped for a miracle. However, when the smile on the woman's face completely froze and her complexion began to turn pale, he could only face reality. Cheng Kun sat on the edge of the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the secret chamber, as if he had lost his soul. Heaven had truly played a cruel joke on him. First, it had allowed him and his junior sister to successfully anger their archenemy, Yang Dingtian, to death, and then, in the blink of an eye, it had caused his junior sister to commit suicide while they were making love. Between extreme joy and sorrow, a strange smile gradually appeared on his distraught face.

"Hey, Yang Dingtian, even in death you caused my junior sister to commit suicide out of guilt! You damned demon, your worthless life wouldn't be enough to atone for my junior sister's death even if you died ten thousand times! I will utterly destroy the Demonic Cult and slaughter every single one of its villains to vent my hatred!" Cheng Kun's face was twisted with a smile, as if he were possessed by a demon.

Cheng Kun put on his clothes, looked sadly at the woman's corpse on the bed, and turned to leave. "Let my junior sister stay with Yang Dingtian for now. After I destroy the Ming Cult, I will proudly return here and tell Yang Dingtian that I am the victor in this war, and I will honorably take my junior sister's body from Yang Dingtian's side." He left the secret chamber, closed the hidden door, and walked down the stairs for a while. Suddenly, he heard footsteps descending the secret passage. The person's footsteps were very light, but his hearing was excellent, and he still recognized them. He thought to himself, "This is bad!" and quickly hid behind a stone pillar. After a moment, a person carrying a tinderbox slowly descended.

"Huh, is that her?" Using the light from a tinderbox, Cheng Kun glimpsed the woman as the Purple-Robed Dragon King, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Demonic Sect! He heard that her name was Dai Qisi, a spies sent from the Persian Demonic Sect's headquarters. She possessed exceptional martial arts skills, especially in the water, and her extraordinary beauty had caused many leaders within the sect to fight over her. Later, when Han Qianye, an enemy of Yang Dingtian, challenged him to a water duel, Dai Qisi, impersonating Yang Dingtian's woman, defeated him. The two, after their fight, became husband and wife, and Yang Dingtian adopted Dai Qisi as his goddaughter.

Cheng Kun had also met Dai Qisi once before, but while he cared for his junior sister, he had no improper thoughts about this stunning beauty. However, it now seemed that this Persian beauty had come to the Central Plains Demonic Sect with ulterior motives. This secret passage was forbidden to anyone but the sect leader; Yang Dingtian had violated the rules by bringing his junior sister in, and now this Persian woman had also infiltrated—what was her purpose?

"Hmph, since they're members of the Demonic Cult, I'll kill them all on sight." Cheng Kun unleashed his unique skill, the Illusionary Yin Finger, preparing for a surprise attack. While Dai Qisi's martial arts were decent, she was still a notch below the three Great Dharma Kings and the Left and Right Guardians of Light. His own martial arts were no less than these Demonic Cult leaders, and with a sneak attack, killing her wouldn't be difficult. However, seeing Dai Qisi's stunning face and devilish figure

, his penis hardened again. It would be a pity to kill this Demonic Cult enchantress so easily. Although she wasn't a virgin, she was newly married—hehe, before killing her, I'll have a good time with her so she has no regrets before she dies. At this moment, Cheng Kun's wicked thoughts turned to Dai Qisi.

Dai Qisi descended the steps step by step. She had waited for this opportunity for a long time, and she couldn't miss it. She had traveled thousands of miles from Persia to steal the divine skill, "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth." Legend had it that mastering the first three levels made one a first-rate master, the sixth level a peerless master, and the seventh level granted the ability to summon the Bright Lord, possessing unparalleled power, invulnerability to swords and spears, and immortality. The Zoroastrian Church in Persia had been fighting against the Mongol court for years and had achieved some success. If they could bring back this peerless skill, they could revitalize the people's spirit.

However, Dai Qisi knew very well that she could no longer bring the skill back to Persia. Several years ago, she had been ambushed by a Yuan army expert and almost lost her life. She was only saved by that person, but the price was that she would be under that person's control for life. The thought of that person's strange and terrifying nature made her skin crawl. Only by obtaining the skill and offering it to her could she save her own life. If the Zoroastrian Church came to punish her in the future, only that person could protect her.

Just as Dai Qisi was distracted, she suddenly felt a chill between her legs and knees, and one leg went completely numb. Startled, she leaped up and kicked at the person who had ambushed her. At the same time, she twisted her body and unleashed a strange move, throwing out several golden flowers. Unfortunately, she had already lost the initiative; Cheng Kun's martial arts were superior to hers. Her kick was caught mid-air, and a surge of yin energy seeped into her slender foot, instantly numbing both legs.

Cheng Kun used his full power to knock down all the golden flowers, then unleashed several more finger strikes. Dai Qisi couldn't withstand the onslaught and collapsed to the ground with a scream. She cried out, "Who are you? I am the cult's adopted daughter! How dare you ambush me?"

Cheng Kun didn't bother with words; what he wanted to do now was to have his way with her. He grabbed one of her feet, feeling a soft, boneless slender foot in a silk shoe. He bit down hard on the toe of the shoe.

"Ahhh—stop, it's going to break—" Dai Qisi screamed in agony, feeling unbearable pain in her toes. Her entire life had been filled with flattery and adulation from countless men, and she had always held herself to extremely high standards. Even after marrying the aloof Han Qianye

, he treated her with utmost respect, never daring to offend her. She never imagined she would encounter such a mad and rude lecher who was viciously biting her toes. Cheng Kun, filled with hatred for the members of the Demonic Sect, showed no mercy whatsoever. While biting Dai Qisi's jade-like foot and sucking the blood seeping from it, he simultaneously pounded her body with his fists, the sounds of bones breaking and tendons snapping echoing. He swung his hand, slapping Dai Qisi's face repeatedly, the sound of teeth falling to the ground echoing.

"Ahhh—please stop hitting me—it hurts so much—no, no—please—" Dai Qisi couldn't believe she was being beaten like a dog, and the other person was just using her as a tool for venting their anger without holding back. Cheng Kun naturally wouldn't kill her easily. He grabbed the fabric of her skirt between her legs and ripped it open, bringing it to his nose. He smelled a Persian incense mixed with the stench of urine from a woman's genitals, which stimulated his penis to its peak state.

"I'll fuck you to death, you stinking bitch—" Cheng Kun thrust his penis straight into Dai Qisi's secret hole, which hadn't been touched at all. The moment he didn't penetrate, she cried out in pain. Cheng Kun also felt a tingling pain in his glans. Enraged, he gripped her hips and used his penis to forcefully penetrate her opening. The slow penetration of his penis made Dai Qisi wince in pain, but she dared not scream again for fear of angering her rapist.

"Roar, roar, roar—" Cheng Kun's penis penetrated deep into Dai Qisi's tight little hole. Clearly, she was newly married and inexperienced in bed. Cheng Kun, this seasoned veteran, had only thrust a few dozen times before her legs were kicking wildly. He thrust forward suddenly, his iron-like penis lifting the Persian beauty's entire body. Could Mu Du really use a penis to turn a wheel? Could he compare to me?

"Ahhh—Qianye—save me—godfather—save—oh oh—god—" Dai Qisi felt like she was going crazy. Normally, even inserting a finger into her secret place was excruciating. On their wedding night, her husband would lubricate her with Persian oil before slowly penetrating her, and even then, the pain of losing her virginity almost made her faint. But now, this violator was inflicting the greatest pain on her with his penis. She felt like her secret place was being destroyed by his penis, but what was even more unspeakable was that she was experiencing intense stimulation and pleasure amidst the pain.

"You slut, are you enjoying this? Hahahaha, I'm going to make you cum to death—" Cheng Kun felt he was venting all the anger, frustration, despair, and pain he had just experienced onto Dai Qisi. He grabbed her body and spun her around on his penis, his iron-like member spinning her rapidly like a windmill.

"Ahhhhh—it's going to break—it's going to break there—" Dai Qisi felt as if her delicate little hole was about to burst, blood seeping from the wound, while waves of hot semen kept shooting into her body. She felt dizzy and nauseous, vomiting, seemingly onto Cheng Kun, which enraged him, causing him to violently pull her off his penis.

Dai Qisi had just begun to feel like she had escaped hell when something even more terrifying happened. Cheng Kun thrust his penis into her anus, screaming, "Ahhh—!" Dai Qisi fainted from the pain. But Cheng Kun's torture had only just begun. The sensation of his penis penetrating her untouched anus was far more intense than any of her vaginal openings.

"You slut, let me show you my 'Poison Dragon Thunder Drill'!" Cheng Kun roared, violently twisting Dai Qisi's body. Her anus tore open, and feces splattered onto Cheng Kun's crotch. But he was already insane and didn't care about any of that. He just wanted to brutally rape this noble and beautiful Persian woman, to make her experience the greatest pain in her life before she died!

Cheng Kun didn't know how long he had been fucking her until the fire of hatred in his chest slowly died down. Then he slammed Dai Qisi's body to the ground, and just in case, he stomped on it a few more times to make sure she was dead before laughing triumphantly as he left. After a long while, Dai Qisi's body stirred and slowly sat up, her bones cracking and popping as her broken neck was slowly put back in place.

Fan Yao was extremely puzzled. He had personally witnessed Dai Qisi running out of the Ming Cult's secret passage, her clothes disheveled, even standing barefoot. After much thought, he decided to go find her and ask her for an explanation. However, when he arrived at her room and knocked on the door, there was no response. Knowing something was wrong, he forced open the door and found that all the maids inside were dead. Dai Qisi and Han Qianye were nowhere to be found!

That day was a disaster for the Ming Cult. The Left and Right Protectors of Light and the two Dharma Kings, the Five Elements Flag Protectors, searched the entire headquarters but could not find the leader Yang Dingtian and his wife. They dared not disobey orders to enter the secret passage, and the Purple-Robed Dragon King and his wife were also missing. Many people suspected that the disappearance of the leader and his wife was related to them. After all, Han Qianye and Yang Dingtian had a blood feud involving the murder of their fathers. Although Dai Qisi had once injured Yang Dingtian for the sake of the cult leader, after they became husband and wife, there was no guarantee she wouldn't succumb to his influence and help him plot against the cult leader and his wife. Rumors quickly spread throughout the Ming Cult headquarters. With no one among the high-ranking leaders to suppress the pent-up internal conflicts and grievances, a fierce battle erupted, and the members scattered in all directions. The once mighty Ming Cult was reduced to fragmentation.

[The End]

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