[Urban] The Legend of the Condor Heroes H Version (Complete) - 28-30

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Chapter 1 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms "

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

That fat Liu has really had enough! He actually dared to report me to the authorities—he really doesn't take me, 'Blood Knife' Wu Kun, seriously at all!

Those few fattened soldiers aren'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.

*************** 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 martial arts world 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. Because her father cherishes her dearly, she remains unmarried.

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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 maintained good relations with the government, immediately reported the incident 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 spread quickly, 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 massive 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 servants. Now, suddenly 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 down her neck, 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 exerted a little force, squeezing into the 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. "Hey, Liu, I'm going to fuck your daughter!"

With a "heh," he thrust his glans deep into the tender membrane, penetrating the girl's tight, moist vagina. Miss Liu felt a sharp pain in her lower body, as if an iron rod had pierced through 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 delicate 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, she was being brutally violated and ravaged to the point of near death. Her body felt as if it had been severed at the waist, her entire abdomen seemingly ravaged 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 laughed 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 the 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 springing 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 forward, his lower abdomen pressing down on her soft mons pubis, then his penis throbbed, ejaculating deep into the girl's sacred womb.

The Liu mansion remained as noisy as ever, servants and soldiers rushing to the steps, all bringing back the same 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 violated and humiliated. She stared blankly with her beautiful eyes, thinking with utter despair: How can I face my parents again?

Wu Kun shook his limp penis, smearing the remaining semen on the girl's tender flesh between her legs. Gazing at the girl's beautiful body, a cruel smile appeared on the thug's face. "Little bitch, I fucked you good, didn't I? It'll feel even better in a bit—I'll make sure that fat bastard surnamed Liu never forgets me, Wu Kun the Bloodthirsty Blade!"

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Wu Kun picked up a thick, slanted branch, chopped off all the leaves and branches with his bloodthirsty blade, then measured it, trimmed off the tip, leaving only a three-foot-long, smooth section of trunk. He then shaved the cut into a sharp, four-sided wedge shape. Miss Liu stared blankly at his actions, wondering what this ruthless man's intentions were.

Wu Kun wrapped the broken branch with the light gauze and threw it onto the branch. Then, embracing the young girl, he said, "You little bitch, I'm going to put your cunt on this, so everyone can see the pretty face of the Liu family's daughter dying with her genitals exposed. Fuck, you dare mess with me!"

Miss Liu was stunned for a moment, then immediately began to struggle frantically after realizing what was happening. 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 were of varying thickness, but Wu Kun stood on them as if 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 his hands, and spread her legs apart as if holding a baby to urinate, aiming his bleeding vulva at the tip of the branch, and slowly thrusting it out.

Miss Liu's upper body was half-lying in Wu Kun's arms, her white, jade-like legs twisting desperately. But she was just a weak woman; how could she withstand the infamous and ruthless Wu Kun? A sudden coolness touched the tip of a branch in her throbbing, aching secret place.

The wooden wedge, dripping with sap, entered her vagina, instantly staining it crimson with blood. Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, his fingers gripping her snow-white thighs like iron hoops, as steady as a rock. The wooden wedge was about three inches long; the delicate petals, just beginning to bloom, were stretched into a square shape by its hard edges. Above the flattened vulva, a small bud, smooth as red jade, was incredibly alluring.

The flesh in his hand sank slightly; the tip of the branch had reached its limit. The three-foot-long branch had only penetrated five inches before the vaginal opening was completely filled. The branch stuck at the entrance was as thick as a child's arm, and even the curled petals were being pulled further inside by the bark.

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

The smooth jade body convulsed, the 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 spun around Miss Liu's snowy buttocks, letting the sharp edge of the branch churn her tender orifice 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 being squeezed out. Her red lips parted wide, her snow-white throat arched back, and she let out a gasping wail.

"How does it feel to have your cunt pierced?"

Wu Kun grinned maliciously close to Miss Liu's ear and pushed her hard. The branch pierced through the uterine wall and entered deep into her abdominal cavity.

Wu Kun released his hand and released Miss Liu's other orifices except for her mute orifice. Miss Liu immediately closed her legs, tightly clamping the branch, her slender hands covering her abdomen, blood splattering from the jade gate pierced by the branch. Her beautiful face was contorted in agony, a pitiful sight.

Wu Kun admired her for a moment, then, seeing her stuck on the branch, he twisted her fair wrist and pushed her above her head. Miss Liu raised her arms high, writhing on the branch like a mermaid. The excruciating pain weakened her legs, making it impossible for her to grip the blood-soaked tree trunk. As she twisted, the rough bark seeped deeper and deeper into her thighs, splitting her round, white buttocks apart. The

wealthy man, Master Liu, paced frantically like an ant on a hot pan, frequently lashing out at the servants. Madam Liu, bent over her desk, wept bitterly, repeatedly crying out, "My daughter, my daughter..." A

gentle evening breeze carried the stench of blood, but it was quickly diluted by the burning pine torches and the sweat of the crowd before it reached the steps.

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

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Wu Kun said, toying with Miss Liu's fragrant breasts. "What a waste of such beautiful flesh..."

Wu Kun smacked his lips, sniffing the dying girl's body with lustful desire. Miss Liu's body was still slowly descending, and her beautiful eyes, like water, 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.

**********

At dawn,

everyone in the Liu household, exhausted from running around all night, suddenly cried out, "Blood! Blood!"

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

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

Miss Liu, the renowned lady of a prominent family, hung precariously from a branch, completely naked, her delicate body fully exposed in the rising sunlight. A thick branch, its bark still intact, pierced through her jade gate, penetrating her entire delicate body, leaving her suspended in mid-air. The wedge-shaped tip of the branch protruded an inch from her cherry lips, blood dripping onto her tongue. The base of the branch was as thick as a bowl; not only was her jade gate shattered, but her mons pubis was also torn apart, her entire genitals ravaged beyond recognition. The blood flowed from here, trickling down to the ground. Her round, snowy buttocks, like a split pink dumpling, were softly wedged between the branches. The branch's large diameter forced her two jade legs apart diagonally, dangling like swallowtails beneath her body.

Miss Liu's arms were stretched straight, pinned to the tree on either side. Because the branch was 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, their white skin etched with six bloody characters: "Wu Kun was here." (From "After the

Rain, Peach Blossoms" by Zi Kuang, Chapter 2)

At noon, on the winding mountain road of Siming Mountain, two riders and a carriage slowly made their way.

"Madam Yan, after passing the mountain pass ahead is Shaoxing Prefecture, and in five days we'll reach Lin'an,"

said a man in his forties on horseback.

A corner of the carriage window's blue curtain was lifted, revealing a beautiful face like a lotus blossom. "Uncle Yu, what are the sights of Shaoxing Prefecture like?"

Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's.

"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. Can 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 seriously when he strikes. I heard he even stole treasures from the 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 rose to his feet, stood on a rock, and shouted, "I'm Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade! Lay down the valuables, and I'll spare your life!"

Old Yu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he straightened his chest as if he were a different person, reaching for a short spear from 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 spread his arm to block Old Yu, stared at Wu Kun for a long time, then untied the bundle from his back and threw it to the side of the road.

"There's more!"

Wu Kun said nonchalantly, clutching his Bloodthirsty Blade, 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 bundle.

Zhao Zhenchuan threw down the bundle, "The valuables are all here."

In a fleeting glance, that delicate hand had 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 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 like 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, dragged her out of the carriage, and examined her closely in the sunlight. The beautiful woman had snow-white skin and a flower-like face, with a plump figure and delicate bones. Although she was filled with fear, her eyes still held a charming and graceful allure. She clung to Wu Kun's legs, pleading with tears in her eyes, "Sir, spare me! Sir, spare me!" Wu Kun wrapped his arms around 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. Wu Kun ignored them, throwing Madam Yan to the ground. He 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 buttocks, 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 lips, her underpants hanging down 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, only the sight of it tumbling in and out along with the bright red flesh was visible, but there was no sound. Half an hour later, the vaginal opening 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 moment's respite. Meiji felt a sharp pain in her abdomen from his fierce impacts, her clitoris sliding back and forth in front of the glans, without any peace. If the penis hit her squarely, the vicious glans forcing its way into her clitoris, it would cause an excruciating, tearing pain. 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. Meiji 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..." ********** ...

Madam Yan, her long hair cascading to the ground, curled up naked in a ball, lying obediently at their feet like a cat. She sang a soft, delicate song.

Guan Wei nestled against Wu Kun's chest, murmuring, "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, clicking his tongue, "This bitch is quite rich."

Guan Wei shoved him, angrily saying, "Did you hear me?"

"What are you yelling about!"

Wu Kun angrily raised his hand, as if to strike her.

"You dare hit me!"

Guan Wei pointed at Wu Kun's nose, shouting, "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 terrified, lying on the ground, not 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 left.

Wu Kun stepped forward to block her path 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 torrents.

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 at the age of sixteen, she had just left the mountain when she was captured by her sect’s enemies 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 quarreled 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's wrong?"

"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, a goose leaves a shadow. What did that guy say? Either you'll be fragrant for a hundred years, or you'll be stinking for ten thousand!"

Guan Wei chuckled softly, reaching out to straighten Wu Kun's clothes, her eyes glancing at Madam Yan on the ground. "You filthy bitch, come and serve Master Wu!"

(Chapter 3 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms" by Zi Kuang

) This was an ancient temple in the mountains, long abandoned and rarely visited. After discovering it, Wu Kun and Xue Baihe settled here to avoid trouble.

As the sun set, Madam Yan knelt on the ground, her pretty face buried between Wu Kun's legs, diligently sucking and swallowing. Her black hair cascaded down her jade-like back, almost completely covering her body, her slightly upturned snowy buttocks appearing and disappearing with the movement of her head.

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. Xue Baige chuckled and raised her head, now holding a three-inch-long iron hook. 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 the anus, 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 massive boulder.

"We have no grudge against each other, please kill me... It hurts..."

Madam Yan's delicate 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 me."

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 and said, "Tomorrow I'll send these things to the Xu residence and let them know that it was I, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade, who fucked Lord Xu's wife half to death and then ripped her intestines out clean!"

As he spoke, his hand tightened, and the intestines were pulled out to their limit. 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 long been diluted by the abdominal fluid, leaving only a layer of glistening mucus between her plump, white buttocks; everything else remained the same.

Wu Kun released his foot, and Mei Ji immediately collapsed to the ground. She trembled as she gathered her limbs, her right hand tucked between her legs to cover her genitals, seemingly still unable to believe that her intestines had been forcibly removed.

Blood Lily stepped on her knee, parted Madam Yan's two fair legs, then bent down, grabbed the 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 into Madam Yan's warm jade gate like a blade.

The delicate petals writhed softly around her fair wrist. Madam Yan's face was ashen, and she painfully propped up her waist. After pulling out her intestines, her empty waist and abdomen became even more slender, as if she could be grasped with one hand.

Blood Lily pressed on the slightly protruding flower core, spread her five fingers, grabbed all the tender flesh in her hand, and then pulled it out forcefully.

Madam Yan's throat tightened, her jade legs stretched ramrod straight. The flesh walls, cervix, uterus, and ovaries connected to her flower core

were all stretched and deformed.

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

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

The slippery flesh walls then turned inside out, each layer of delicate flesh folds being flattened. From the outside, it looked as if a blood-red cone of flesh was slowly emerging from between the beautiful woman's thighs, the tip of the cone being the twisted flower core, and below it, the bright red flesh walls, turning over layer by layer from the inside out.

"Look, there's also what you shot out,"

Blood Lily said with a chuckle, pointing to the faint white liquid on the flesh walls.

Wu Kun took it and, with a casual tug, saw that the tender, red flesh of Mei Ji's genitals had completely turned 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, like turning over a sack, he flipped the flesh back to its original position. The elastic, tender flesh immediately returned to its original shape, except this time the entire vaginal canal, along with the uterus, was exposed to the air. Mei Ji's exposed lower abdomen was left with only a fist-sized black wound.

"You filthy bitch, have you never seen your own cunt before?"

Wu Kun threw the bloody flesh onto Madam Yan's face and laughed wickedly, "Take a good look."

The dripping blood clung to her eyelashes, seeping into Mei Ji's bright eyes. She was no longer able to open her genitals; she could only wait for death to bring her relief.

Wu Kun grabbed Madam Yan's crimson nipple and, with a greasy knife, sliced it off like cutting through a lump of fat, severing the entire round breast. "These breasts are plump and tender, so smooth and delicate, perfect for stewing in soup. And let's also stir-fry a beautiful woman's cunt..."

The actual meal consisted of just these two dishes; the initial disembowelment was merely for amusement.

As her two snow-white breasts were cut off and placed upside down on a plate like jade bowls, Madam Yan breathed her last. The blood in her eyes flowed like a string of tears down her temples. This gentle and submissive beauty never understood, even in death, why they would be so cruel to her, a mere stranger...

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Flames rose, and an enticing aroma wafted from the pot. Wu Kun, crude and uncultured, cruel and bloodthirsty, possessed excellent culinary skills. Although salt and vinegar were scarce in the mountains, this jade breast soup was still exquisitely prepared.

Seeing the broth in the pot turn milky white, its aroma incredibly rich, Wu Kun was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands together and shouted, "Woman! Come and taste my cooking!"

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

The man 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 stiff as wood or stone—a dead head on a living body.

Guan Wei felt a chill run down her spine upon seeing him. Even though she was a ruthless woman who had killed countless people, she quickly looked away when her eyes met his face, her heart pounding.

Not hearing Guan Wei's reply, Wu Kun turned around in surprise. Even with his ruthless nature, he was startled by the sight.

The strange figure moved swiftly, and before Wu Kun could see what he was doing, he was standing before the pot. Wu Kun was so close, yet he heard no 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, and directly lifted the pot lid. When he saw the jade-like breasts rolling in the broth, his eyes widened in shock.

"Monster! Take this!"

Wu Kun unleashed his full power, the blood-stained blade whistling as it cleaved towards the strange man's neck.

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

Wu Kun's blade struck empty air, his heart filled with utter horror. He quickly sheathed his sword 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, then 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, calmly asking, "Who did this?"

Blood Lily didn't answer, but with a flick of her wrist, she scattered a handful of fine needles. The strange man caught them with a flick of his sleeve, saying in a deep voice, "Was it you?"

Blood Lily's ferocity flared, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "So what if it was!"

She unleashed two Buddha tooth beads with a swift whoosh, sending them hurtling through the air.

These Buddha tooth beads were rare treasures she had acquired by chance, 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.

The handful of fine needles, tucked into the strange man's sleeve, suddenly shot out, one of them flying like lightning towards the Buddha tooth beads. With a loud "bang," the Buddha tooth beads, harder than metal and stone, were shattered by the light, fluffy needle.

The strange man seemed somewhat surprised as well. His eyes flashed, and his slender, smooth left hand emerged from his sleeve, deftly picking up another 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 tooth bead pierced through her shoulder with ten times the initial speed.

Guan Wei screamed and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. This blow had crippled her right arm and severely injured 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. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he passed a finger across Wu Kun's arm, sealing his Quchi acupoint. Then he snatched the blood-soaked sword from Wu Kun and cleaved his arm in two.

Wu Kun clutched his arm, cold sweat pouring down his back. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Are you the Green-Robed Man?"

The Green-Robed Man's name wasn't widely known in the martial arts world, mainly because very few had actually seen him. Legend had it that seven years ago he had infiltrated the palace and stolen over a hundred paintings, calligraphy, and antiques—all treasures of the Forbidden City—as if entering an empty palace. At the time, the martial arts world was abuzz with the story, but it was ultimately forgotten.

The Green-Robed Man peeled a piece of human skin off his face, revealing a lean and handsome figure, elegant and refined, with a serene and composed demeanor. The man coldly said, "You don't even recognize the Finger Flicking Skill and 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 and painting, music, mathematics and 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 White Camel Mountain, Hong Qi, leader of the Beggars' Sect, and Duan Zhixing, ruler of Dali, at the summit of Mount Hua, vying for the *Nine Yin Manual*. He is a staunch opponent of Confucianism and deeply despises traditional etiquette. His actions are unpredictable, earning him the nickname "Eastern Heretic."

Guan Wei, knowing she was doomed, steeled her heart and lunged at Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi raised both hands, grabbing her left wrist and shoulder like an eagle catching 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 in agony. Wu Kun's face turned ashen; his usual ferocity had vanished, replaced by a cold sweat.

Huang Yaoshi calmly tossed away his 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 replied, "You two have committed countless evils. It's no wonder you die at my hands today."

"Spare me, spare me..."

Wu Kun begged repeatedly. Seeing Huang Yaoshi's grim face, he suddenly cried out, "This wretched bitch did all this! I'm willing to kill her myself, to make her suffer a agonizing death, to avenge Madam Xu!"

In this life-or-death situation, he no longer cared about marital affection; he only wanted to kill Guan Wei to appease Huang Yaoshi's anger. (

Chapter 4 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms")

Huang Yaoshi arrogantly wiped the blood from his hands, ignoring the two men. Wu Kun desperately hoped for a life spared. He mustered his strength, his legs trembling, and dragged the blood-soaked Guan Wei to the table, stripping her naked.

Guan Wei was petite with fair skin, but years of sadistic life had made her body exceptionally developed. Her two large, fleshy breasts were like balls of flesh on her chest. The areolas, the size of a palm, were purplish-black, just like the nipples, clearly from being played with by countless men. Her genitals were also 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 only on self-preservation, immediately pressed Guan Wei to the ground, her jade-like body kneeling upright against the wooden table. He then took out her large 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 while pinching her nipples. Guan Wei's arms were broken, leaving her kneeling stiffly beside the table, helplessly watching her husband nail her breasts firmly to the table. On the mottled lacquer, 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, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She suddenly felt a surge of absurdity; her cunt, used and played with by countless men, was now being gouged out by her husband's own hands—it was perfectly deserved.

Wu Kun glanced at Huang Yaoshi, who was expressionless and indifferent, clearly unconcerned about their lives. Wu Kun gritted his teeth, picked up the sharp ox-ear knife from the kitchen cabinet, and plunged it straight into Guan Wei's perineum. The two orifices tightened simultaneously, causing her white buttocks to tremble 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 open, 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 deep, 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 skin splattered with blood, like a lily soaked in blood. She lay there blankly on the table, her round buttocks, now stripped of their genitals, staring blankly at Wu Kun. "Brother Kun..."

Wu Kun lowered the dagger and knelt 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 back. He had a full beard, a rugged expression, and two blood-red eyes that 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 faint blue shadow moved before his eyes, 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 cowered 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. Dumb Servant: A servant of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi once said, "I am not a gentleman, and as the 'Eastern Heretic' of the martial world, I naturally disdain associating with 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, capturing them and bringing them to the island to serve him. ********** ... The island was a riot of color, a vibrant tapestry of reds, yellows, crimsons, and purples, an endless expanse of exotic flowers. Peach trees, lush and verdant, were planted among the blossoms, promising a breathtaking display of blossoms every early spring.

A small boat entered the harbor and anchored in the bay. On the dock, three men and one woman bowed respectfully to Huang Yaoshi. The first man was tall and elegant, radiating confidence. Behind him followed a man and a woman; the man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding a heroic air, while the woman possessed bright eyes and red lips, her beauty as exquisite as a flower. Finally, a tall young man. All four were remarkably intelligent and spirited, like dragons among men.

Wu Kun, being both deaf and mute, could only see the four bowing and greeting each other with utmost respect, but could not 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.

Stepping onto the island, he found it crisscrossed by a dense network of winding paths, a labyrinthine web stretching to the east, west, south, and north. After walking only a dozen or so paces, Wu Kun felt dizzy and disoriented. He dared not look back, keeping his head down and closely following the others.

After walking several miles, they rounded a hill and came to a meadow. To the north of the meadow was a bamboo grove. 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 entertain any fantasies.

They hadn't gone far when Chen Xuanfeng caught up from behind and walked alongside Mei Ruohua. They exchanged a few words of laughter, then Mei Ruohua became playful and scolded him. Chen Xuanfeng grinned, hooked his arm around a tree branch, and with a nimble leap, flipped several feet. 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 smattering of martial arts, yet their skills already surpassed his own. What kind of skill must Huang Yaoshi possess?

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

After a while, Mei Ruohua returned to the woods, her face still flushed, as beautiful as a peach blossom. Wu Kun followed closely behind, picking a rose from a branch and carefully plucking each petal with a thoughtful expression, a look of both reproach and delight.

************ 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 of them benevolent. These people were all gloomy and ruthless villains; 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 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 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 their mute servant, made up dozens of people on the island, including masters and apprentices. 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 their brushes, each one elegant and dashing.

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 in the depths of the peach blossoms, carefree and content, like immortals.

Wu Kun, whose martial arts skills were still intact and whose knowledge was vast, could naturally discern the varying levels of skill among the disciples. The two younger disciples, who had only recently joined the sect, were of little consequence, but 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 imagined.

************ Qu Lingfeng: The first disciple of Peach Blossom Island, later living in seclusion in Niujia Village, Lin'an Prefecture, selling wine to make a living, known as "Crippled Qu San." To return to his master's school, he repeatedly broke into the imperial palace to steal paintings, calligraphy, and antiques, ultimately dying together with the martial arts doctor Shi Yanming due to his crippled legs. He left behind a daughter, who later returned to Peach Blossom Island.

Chen Xuanfeng: After leaving the island, his martial arts went astray, becoming famous in the martial world for his Heart-Shattering Palm and Nine Yin White Bone Claw, known as "Copper Corpse," before dying in the desert.

Mei Chaofeng: Originally named Mei Ruohua. After leaving the island, she killed countless people to practice the Nine Yin Manual, known as "Iron Corpse." She and Chen Xuanfeng were known as the "Black Wind Duo," before dying in Niujia Village, Lin'an, only returning to their master's school on their deathbed.

Lu Chengfeng: Later, he lived in seclusion at Guiyun Manor in Taihu Lake, and was able to rejoin his master's sect sixteen years later.

Wu Mianfeng: After leaving the island, he was depressed, 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, Peach Blossoms Author: Zi Kuang Chapter 5

In the early summer of that year, Wu Kun was cooking "Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms" in the kitchen. This dish was made by combining one lamb rump, one pig's ear, and one calf kidney with strips of meat kneaded together with venison leg meat and rabbit meat. With each chew, there was a different taste, sometimes rich and tender, sometimes sweet and crisp, with a variety of flavors, just like the endless and unpredictable moves of a martial arts master.

The aroma wafted from the pot, and Wu Kun suddenly remembered a dish from long ago—a milky white broth, with plump, round breasts exuding a rich fragrance, their swollen nipples red and tender, 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 hard 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, slammed his head against the wall, his forehead banging against it repeatedly, his teeth clenching so hard they cracked. The burning lust subsided slightly, but the flames in his eyes still burned brightly.

Suddenly, a peach blossom on the wall burst into bloom. Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly straightened his clothes, staring intently at the blossom.

Since the mute servant was both deaf and mute and unable to use the copper bell to send messages, Huang Yaoshi had specially crafted this mechanical peach blossom to transmit messages.

More and more peach blossoms bloomed. When all twelve blossoms were in full bloom, Wu Kun dared not delay and rushed towards the harbor.

The full bloom of all twelve peach blossoms meant that the island's master, Huang Yaoshi, was about to return.

Huang Yaoshi left 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 a word. His disciples were extremely anxious, but their master was strict, and none dared to leave the island. Finally, Chen Xuanfeng, the most impatient of them all, couldn't resist and left the island alone to investigate. He was gone for over a month without any news.

Wu Kun sometimes wondered: Could something have happened to Huang Yaoshi? But he immediately dismissed his thoughts as absurd and laughable. Regardless of martial arts or cunning, who in this world could harm a single hair on Huang Yaoshi's head?

A small boat sped towards them, a man in a green robe and square scarf at the bow, radiating brilliance—it was none other than Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic.

Wu Kun's eyesight had greatly improved since becoming deaf and mute. Looking up, he saw Huang Yaoshi beaming, 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. "He wasn't this smug even when he stole the 'Duck Head Pill' from the Celestial Master Temple last year."

Having spent many years on Peach Blossom Island, Wu Kun was no longer the same as before. Although he lacked formal learning, his experience was vastly different. The paintings and calligraphy he, a mute servant who cooked, had seen were enough to make even renowned connoisseurs envious.

A moment 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 again, and for a long while, he still felt slightly dizzy.

The woman was dressed in white, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like clouds and waterfalls. She seemed to be two years younger than Mei Ruohua, with unparalleled beauty, bright eyes, red lips, and eyebrows like paintings. 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 only smiled casually, supporting his beautiful wife and 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 in his heart, an unexpected surge of jealousy arose: How could there be such a perfect person in the world—not only elegant and composed, radiant and charming, but also exceptionally intelligent, with unparalleled insight. 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, she later died from a miscarriage, leaving behind a daughter.

************************** 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 not concerned with formalities, 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 brows were filled 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 instantly fell in love. What kind of person was Huang Yaoshi? Always free-spirited and unrestrained by worldly etiquette, he would find a way to bring his beloved to Peach Blossom Island to wait for her to grow up, regardless of whether she was already of marriageable age or a few years younger. 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. Feng Heng first 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 copy, 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 filled with admiration, 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 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.

********** Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng left hand in hand, their demeanor intimate and close. Clad in green robes, their beautiful faces and laughter filled the air, a sight to behold, envied by all.

The disciples dispersed, Mei Ruohua gestured to him, and Wu Kun quickly went to the kitchen to fetch tea and snacks, which he brought 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 Peak, Qingyin Cave, Sword Testing Pavilion, and Green Bamboo Forest... Although she did not speak, the tenderness and affection in her eyes were evident.

Wu Kun, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed that Feng Heng's slightly protruding belly indicated she was several months pregnant. Not daring to linger, Wu Kun put down his cup and saucer and retreated. 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, and the branches were laden with green peaches, with only a few facing the sun, already turning red and hanging heavily on the branch. 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 still move freely. He walked out of the bushes, listless, and sat on a rock, staring blankly at the sea.

The azure water appeared even deeper in the twilight. The endless waves rose and fell, vast and boundless, making one feel incredibly small. Wu Kun lowered his head, burying it in his knees, clenching his teeth and panting heavily. "

I've been a legend in the martial arts world for half my life, how could I have fallen to this state? Huang Yaoshi is just a man, why should I be his servant?"

The more Wu Kun thought about it, the more resentful he became. 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-tongue.

His resentment gradually subsided, replaced by a feeling of utter humiliation. Wu Kun, head drooping, slunk into the peach grove.

What a ruthless Wu Kun, a master of Jiangnan, on Peach Blossom Island—he was nothing but a dog. Even eagles like Du Dan and foxes like Hu Lin... aren't they all obediently serving as slaves here? It's getting late, I'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 snow-white hands, and he kept swallowing.

After scolding her, Mei Ruohua said that her master had instructed her that her master's wife didn't like greasy food, and that she should carefully prepare some vegetarian dishes. With that, she turned and left.

"Damn it, walking so fast, in such a hurry to cheat on her husband?"

Wu Kun cursed inwardly, but his hands dared not slack off. He obediently washed his hands and face, tidying himself up thoroughly, before finally focusing on preparing a few delicate dishes.

Passing through the bamboo grove, a lotus pond came into view, with a small stone embankment winding through it. Lotus leaves stretched out on both sides, and the pond was filled with snow-white lotus blossoms, their fragrance refreshing and invigorating. On the opposite bank stood a house built entirely of unpeeled pine trees, its exterior covered in climbing vines, exuding an elegant and refined charm. This was Huang Yaoshi's abode.

The bright moon was rising, and a gentle breeze blew. The windows of the abode were open, and on the platform overlooking the pond, a stone table sat, where the newly arrived mistress of the house was playing chess with Huang Yaoshi amidst the flowers.

Her slender, jade-white fingers 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 a small dish beside him, then took out a bottle of fine 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.

Walking past the lotus pond, a slight movement came from beneath a clump of ivy, where a person lay prone. Wu Kun looked up and recognized him as the cunning fox, Hu Lin. Hu Lin held a small flower hoe in his hand, 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 and saw Hu Lin staring blankly at the platform.

"Bah!"

Wu Kun cursed inwardly, "What kind of monkey are you, daring to set your sights on the lady?"

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 descending from the moon. Huang Yaoshi, in his blue robe, was upright and heroic, his spirit unyielding. The two were like rare flowers and exotic blossoms, like ancient pines and sacred trees. 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.

However, long ago, he had his breasts and genitals cut open in front of Huang Yaoshi to show his loyalty...

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

Thinking of Blood Lily's white flesh and plump genitals, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. He crawled into the bushes, took out his thing, and vigorously stroked it. Finally, he lay exhausted on the grass, gazing at the starry sky, letting jealousy and hatred gnaw at his heart.
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After the Rain, Peach Blossoms Author: Zi Kuang Chapter 06

Half a month later, Chen Xuanfeng returned to the island. Huang Yaoshi was newly married and in a great mood. His disciple was kind-hearted, so he just waved his hand and didn't pursue his mistake of leaving the island without permission.

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

Wu Kun had just returned from the beach when he saw Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua walking hand in hand into the woods. A thought struck him, and he followed at a distance.

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

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

Having not seen a woman's body for three years, Wu Kun was gritting his teeth, wanting nothing more than to rush up and knock Chen Xuanfeng down, hold Mei Ruohua down, grab her round, plump ass, and fuck her to death...

Just as he was getting frustrated, Chen Xuanfeng suddenly moved, and Wu Kun's eyes widened. Chen Xuanfeng leaped up and plucked the largest, reddest peach from a 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 looked up, glancing shyly and happily at her senior brother.

Chen Xuanfeng could no longer suppress the love in his heart; he 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 had been lying there for half an hour, waiting so long he felt like vomiting blood. "What kind of old evil spirit is Huang Yaoshi? He raises all these saints! In this sweltering heat, he's been holding her for half an hour and still won't let go!"

Helpless, Wu Kun had to get up, deliberately making his footsteps heavy. Hearing the noise, 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 happen to run into you, I'll make sure you get a share!"

************ Huang Yaoshi was extremely strict with his disciples and was also unpredictable in his temper. 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 fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and the moonlight was alluring. The young lovers were captivated and their passion surged.

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

The two were inseparable, entwined all night long, until dawn, when they reluctantly parted. Mei Ruohua's clothes were scattered all over the ground. 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, leaving 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 grave taboo within 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 and gestured several times as she recognized the person. "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, sniffing 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. His arm, slightly bent, undulated like waves—it was 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 indeed. 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, secretly thought they must be afraid of Huang Yaoshi finding 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 was filled with shame and indignation.

Blinded by lust, Wu Kun gestured again, saying, "Tonight you'll go 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 as if inserting and withdrawing, Mei Ruohua gritted her teeth in anger. Taking advantage of the despicable man's enthusiastic gestures, she suddenly thrust her elbows forward, unleashing the Peach Blossom Island's signature move, "Ling'ao Step," and darted in front of Wu Kun. Then, she formed a knife with her fingers and slashed at his waist.

Wu Kun barely managed to dodge, a sharp pain shooting through his abdomen—his undergarment had been ripped off by Mei Ruohua, 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 her. She turned and ran away, angrily tearing her filthy undergarment to shreds as she went.

Wu Kun spent several days in fear and trepidation. 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. Having spied on the two of them making love that night, he could no longer suppress the pent-up desire of three years. He had finally gotten a chance; 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 what's the point if you can't have it?" Passing through the stone embankment, he saw Huang Yaoshi and his wife 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 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's arms were around his wife's fragrant shoulders, his jade flute held beside her face, playing a soft melody.

The setting sun bathed the beautiful woman, the white dress, the flute… everything in a warm, orange-red hue. The round window seemed like a picture frame, 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; he almost didn't even see what his wife was saying.

There were actually people in the world who could "speak" sign language so beautifully… Wu Kun suddenly felt: being a mute was also a kind of happiness. "

Do you understand?"

Feng Heng asked.

Wu Kun nodded vigorously, almost throwing his little blue cloth hat to the ground. Feng Heng

smiled sweetly, looked up, and said something to her husband. Although Wu Kun couldn't hear it, he saw it clearly, and instantly felt as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone. Feng Heng said: This person is so ugly… ********** ... Du Dan, Ding Baipeng, and Qiao Yong, three highly skilled mute servants, were the leaders of the boatmen on Peach Blossom Island. They were responsible not only for sailing but also for guarding the ships in the harbor. The island's mute servants were all treacherous and cunning, constantly plotting to steal boats and escape. 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 added to the mix, he was no match and had to abandon the idea. Du Dan and the others were no exception, but they were all poisoned by Peach Blossom Island's unique hidden weapon: the "Bone-Piercing Needle." With a light tap, this needle would penetrate deep into the flesh, firmly anchoring itself in the joints of the bones. The needle was coated with poison, the effects of which were slow to develop. Six times a day, it traveled along the bloodstream, causing excruciating pain that was difficult to describe. 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's effects. 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 ship with utmost care. At dusk, Mei Ruohua had just arrived on the island and hadn't even reached the Sword Testing Pavilion when she was stopped by Wu Kun in the peach grove. Wu Kun hadn't given up his lecherous intentions; after all, Mei Ruohua was more afraid of being discovered than he was, and even if he couldn't have his way with her body right now, teasing her a few times would be fine. "You stinking woman, come and have some fun with me!" Mei Ruohua raised her eyebrows, waving her hand dismissively, telling him to "get lost." "Your senior brother can play with your cunt, but I can't?" Wu Kun lewdly grinned and gestured, "It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh. You'll know once you try it; my skills with my dick are far superior to your senior brother's..." Mei Ruohua 's face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, drawing a long sword from her waist in mid-air and thrusting it straight at Wu Kun's brow—a deadly move. Wu Kun rolled away, scrambling to the side. Enraged, he brandished his sword, yelling, "You filthy woman! If I can't have anyone else, I won't have anyone else either! Tomorrow I'll make sure everyone on Peach Blossom Island knows you're cheating on me!" He then 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 her, 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. He immediately wanted to find that bastard and settle the score. Mei Ruohua grabbed him, saying anxiously, "Settling the score with him is a small matter, but what if Master finds out?" Mentioning Master, Chen Xuanfeng's heart tightened. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's go and tell Master… most likely Master won't blame us…"

He hesitated, clearly unsure of his master's attitude.

The two remained silent, their brows furrowed in worry, for a long while. Suddenly, Mei Ruohua's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "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've seen Master's wife, I'll go and inform Master. I'll take full responsibility for whatever punishment you give me!"

With that, he dashed off 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, around forty years old, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had an arrogant expression and a rather unfriendly face.

Mei Ruohua was astonished. Over the years, few had dared to come to Peach Blossom Island, and such an arrogant figure was practically unheard of. What were they doing on the island?

After another half hour, the group returned, looking disheveled. Du Dan continued walking at his own unhurried pace, and the others 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 was severed at the wrist, the wound a jumbled mess of flesh, as if ripped off.

A while later, Chen Xuanfeng rushed into the peach grove. Mei Ruohua, who had been waiting anxiously, rushed to meet him. Upon seeing her senior brother's face, her heart trembled violently.

Chen Xuanfeng's lips were pale and his teeth chattered, as if he had suffered immense shock and couldn't 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.

(Chapter 7 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms")

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 beaming with joy as he gestured for him to come in.

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

Two months ago, he set sail to find his master. During the voyage, he had a verbal altercation with this lay disciple of Shaolin, which escalated into a fight. To be fair, Chen Xuanfeng was in the wrong, but being young and hot-blooded, he beat the lay disciple badly, earning him the reputation of Peach Blossom Island. Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, the disciple had invited reinforcements to the island to settle the matter.

"Island Master Huang is a senior figure in the martial arts world. How can you condone your disciple's violent acts?"

the man in tight-fitting clothes said bluntly.

Huang Yaoshi sneered, "Whatever wrong my Peach Blossom Island disciples may have done, our sect will handle it. We don't need outsiders to worry about it!"

The burly man slammed his hand on the long table, jumped up, and shouted, "Huang Yaoshi! Everything boils down to reason! My nephew was unjustly beaten and seriously injured by your disciples. Let these friends judge!"

Huang Yaoshi raised an eyebrow, his expression changing drastically. "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, Huang Yaoshi, have ever been reasonable? Get lost!"

The burly man shuddered, looked back, 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 fall down. 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.

**********

...

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.

************ 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 furious. 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 and shouted, "Stop hitting them!"

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

Feng Heng shook her head with tears 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 came from Finger Flicking Peak.

The mute servants were all terrified, their faces ashen. Wu Kun, caught 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, a cook, and didn't have to worry about the boat…

The thought sent chills down his spine. Chen Mei and her companion were so audacious; 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 instructed Du Dan to prepare a boat to send everyone away at dawn. Then she called Hu Lin to go to Flicking Finger Peak to find Huang Yaoshi. She was now seven months pregnant and quite cumbersome. Hu Lin was the island's gardener, familiar with the roads, and skilled in martial arts; he could protect her.

Hu Lin was taken aback, then quickly followed, 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!"

************ One unexpected event after another, Wu Kun never expected his curse to come true so quickly.

Just as dawn broke, a mute servant hurried to Wu Kun's quarters next to the kitchen, gesturing, "The madam ordered you to hurry to Qingyin Cave and rescue the man carrying the stone."

Wu Kun was bewildered, quickly threw on his clothes, and ran to Qingyin Cave.

Upon entering, he saw a boulder the size of a small mountain leaning precariously inside. Hu Lin was crouching beneath it, his face flushed red, gritting his teeth and struggling to stay upright.

Wu Kun was greatly puzzled and wanted to ask Hu Lin what was wrong, but Hu Lin's hands were behind his back, and he couldn't even make a gesture.

Last night, Feng Heng went to Finger Peak to find her husband. Heavily pregnant, she walked slowly and had to be helped up the mountain by Hu Lin.

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, being very perceptive, immediately saw through Hu Lin's frivolous advances. She was inwardly angry, but her face remained impassive.

Near Qingyin Cave, Feng Heng suddenly stopped, pointing to a huge rock and gesturing, "What a beautiful rock..."

In the moonlight, her jade-like hand shone like a pearl, whiter than the silk handkerchief in her hand. Her slender, boneless fingers were like a magnolia in full bloom, radiant and incomparably beautiful.

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

Feng Heng then asked, "I heard you're very skilled in martial arts—can you carry such a big rock?"

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

Feng Heng smiled slightly, "You 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 rock?"

Hu Lin tested its weight, holding up 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 dizziness, straightened his back, and hoisted the seven or eight hundred jin (approximately 350-400 kg) boulder, like a small mountain, onto his shoulder, excitedly heading towards Qingyin Cave. He stumbled and bumped his way into the cave, walked about ten feet, and turned a small corner before the cunning fox realized something was amiss.

Qingyin Cave was not very high to begin with, and it was extremely winding and narrow. The huge 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.

Hu Lin had been stuck for two hours now. He was already thin and small, and carrying this huge boulder was like an ant carrying a walnut. He was so tired that the veins on his forehead were bulging, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his legs were trembling. He was almost exhausted. It seemed that his five hours of work was mostly an exaggeration.

Wu Kun hugged his shoulders, his eyes darting around, and suddenly he leaped up and kicked hard on the boulder with both feet. Hu Lin groaned and knelt down with a "thud," the boulder on his shoulders teetering.

Wu Kun became ferocious, using both hands and feet to climb onto the boulder, squatted on it, 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 as a huge boulder 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 up a shoe, gesturing that when he arrived, the man had been flattened, 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, and had only acted out of momentary anger, wanting to quietly teach that guy 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, fantasizing about the soft, smooth texture of her body, and his penis throbbed painfully.

Feng Heng waved her hand weakly, 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 expelled his disciples, was still seething with anger. He had sworn an oath: he would not leave Peach Blossom Island until he had mastered the Nine Yin Manual. Therefore, although he desperately wanted to capture his two rebellious disciples and skin them alive, he could only curse and rage on the island. Feng Heng saw this and felt a pang of pain in her heart, 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 small dishes.

Wu Kun stared intently at her retreating figure, his heart burning with desire. Feng Heng's delicate neck was bowed, her hair styled in a bun in the manner of a young married woman. A few wisps of slender black hair cascaded down her snow-white neck, appearing and disappearing like wisps of smoke.

Her two jade-like arms, as white as snow, were smooth and beautiful, her delicate, spring-scallion-like fingers exquisite and flawless. A gentle fragrance wafted from her, 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 unworthy, wanting only to hide in a corner and secretly watch her; the next he wanted to stand beside her, like a married couple, cooking and preparing meals; but even more, he wanted to pounce on her, strip this goddess naked, and ravage her, making her weep, cry, 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 technique under a flowering tree. This "Falling Blossom Divine Sword Palm" was his prized skill. After the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he abandoned the sword and incorporated its techniques into this palm style. The palm technique was undeniably sharp as a sword, yet its execution was also exquisitely beautiful. The energy surged everywhere, sending heroes flying and petals swirling like a tapestry.

Feng Heng stood at a distance, watching her husband with a smile, her heart filled with both pride and affection.

After finishing the palm technique, Huang Yaoshi flicked his sleeve, scattering petals like raindrops before the steps. Feng Heng gently took her husband's hand and led him slowly to the table. She said softly, "Brother Huang, aren't you happy?"

Huang Yaoshi was still furious. "I, Huang Yaoshi, have roamed the world my whole life, and I've never suffered a loss! I never imagined that my own disciple would steal my scriptures!"

"It's just a book,"

Feng Heng gently rubbed Huang Yaoshi's furrowed brow. "I'll write another one for you. Brother Huang, please don't be angry." Huang

Yaoshi was both surprised and delighted. "Aheng, you still remember?"

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

(From Chapter 8 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms" by Zi Kuang)

From then on, Feng Heng racked her brains every day, writing down every fragment of text that came to mind. She knew nothing of martial arts and understood nothing of the meaning of the text; she 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, her brows 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 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 countless times imagined embracing this woman in his mind and dreams, ravaging her soft body, but he had never thought he would actually do it.

Thinking of Huang Yaoshi, Wu Kun trembled. But with the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, Huang Yaoshi's long-suppressed ferocity surged. 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. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and bit Feng Heng's finger, sucking hard.

Feng Heng felt as if her finger was about to be swallowed by that filthy mouth, and she trembled with tension. The half-eaten tongue scraped against her hand, both disgusting and terrifying. She desperately struck 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 secretly reasoned, now that he was doomed, he might as well finish her off first! He opened his mouth and spat out that snow-white hand.

Feng Heng, ignoring the disgusting saliva on her hands, immediately gestured, "Let go! My husband will be back soon!"

Wu Kun grinned sinisterly, knowing Huang Yaoshi wouldn't be back for at least another hour, enough time to do many things.

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

Wu Kun suddenly looked outside, only to remember that he had killed the guy who had been spying outside all night. The Peach Blossom Island disciples who used to live nearby had either fled or been chased away; there wasn't a soul in sight within two miles. Wu Kun released

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

After only two steps, she suddenly felt a chill beneath her, then tripped and fell heavily to the ground. Although she protected her lower abdomen, the fall still hit her uterus, 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 strolled 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 skirt was lifted, more and more skin was exposed, glistening in the candlelight. She covered her lower abdomen with one hand and pressed the hem of her clothes with the other, turning to the side, crying and shaking 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 and pointed it towards her crotch, making a thrusting motion.

Feng Heng's jade-like face turned pale, her hands tightly pressing against the clothes under her uterus, tears streaming down her face. No matter what, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl who knew nothing of martial arts. Even if she were ten times smarter, she would be powerless against a beast-like thug.

Wu Kun raised his fist and swung it towards her stomach. Feng Heng let out a low growl, biting her red lips tightly, thinking he had 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, but getting Huang Yaoshi's pregnant wife to obediently bend over and let him fuck her was another matter entirely. In his life as a bandit, he had fucked many women, and as long as he used a child as a threat, it was almost always successful; even the most virtuous woman would obediently comply.

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

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

Feng Heng struggled to her feet after a long while, seemingly exhausted, 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 staggered to her feet, and as soon as she straightened up, she suddenly pulled up her underpants and turned to run.

Wu Kun, who was waiting for 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 fell to the ground, clutching her cramped abdomen in pain, her legs trembling. Her underpants, which she had just pulled up, slipped down again, revealing her snow-white, plump, and smooth buttocks.

Wu Kun twisted Feng Heng's jaw and shoved his thick, dark penis into her mouth. The nauseating stench nearly suffocated Feng Heng. After struggling for a few moments, she finally opened her red lips.

Wu Kun was overjoyed and immediately thrust inside. His penis had barely penetrated an inch when Feng Heng suddenly clenched her teeth and bit down with all her might.

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

Wu Kun pried open Feng Heng's mouth, and with a slight force, pulled her chin away. Then, with a thrust of his hips, his glans slammed into the back of 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, relentlessly thrusting inside 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, refusing to yield even after being punched several times in the stomach and trembling in pain.

Wu Kun hadn't expected this seemingly frail woman to be so resilient. He grabbed Feng Heng's shoulder, hooked her arm, and thrust 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 useless. Feng Heng's dislocated arm hung limply at her side, frozen in place as he violated her.

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; she lay limply on the ground, coughing weakly, specks of her cloudy semen splashing onto her cherry lips, her expression one of sorrow.

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

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

Her fair mons pubis was covered with a layer of soft hair, as if it had been combed neatly. Below, the two petals, engorged with blood due to pregnancy, gently opened, dazzlingly red. In the damp air, a woman's fragrance wafted, causing Wu Kun's penis, which had just ejaculated, to become erect again.

He plunged his head between Feng Heng's thighs, opened his mouth and bit down on her delicate vulva, licking and sucking. Feng Heng's speech acupoints were sealed, and her jade jaw was dislocated, leaving her only able to let out weak cries of pain. Wu Kun couldn't hear her and ignored her. He released her mouth, extending his two thumbs, bearing teeth marks, and pried open her labia. The smooth, tender flesh gently unfolded, revealing a small, closed opening below. The entire secret place was a pure, flawless red, smooth as jade. Wu Kun raised his middle finger, pressing the tip against the opening. The warm, tender sensation made him shudder involuntarily.

Feng Heng's beautiful eyes filled with tears as she desperately looked around, trying to find a way to escape. But she couldn't speak or move her hands; any clever plan was useless. Just as she was in despair, her lower abdomen tightened, and his 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 caused by pregnancy. Thinking of Huang Yaoshi's child in her womb, 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 as clearly as an offering placed on an ivory stool, 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 in her heart. She had been immersed in boundless happiness. She had met the best man in the world, become his wife, and was pregnant with his child... However, this happy period lasted less than a year before being shattered. What would happen next?

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

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

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 skin, pooling on the ivory stool.

Her white skirt was lifted from her face, and Feng Heng found the light of the glass lamp so blinding. Defiled without cause, suddenly and unexpectedly, she wouldn't die in peace.

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

Poor Brother Huang… 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.

The most pitiful thing was the child in her womb, the child due next month, who would die 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 toying with her?

Wu Kun first picked out the silk handkerchief Feng Heng had used to wipe her sweat, then lifted her up by her shoulders. Feng Heng's delicate neck drooped, her dislocated arm dragging on the ground. Her clothes were open, revealing breasts smoother than silk. Half a month ago, she had begun to produce milk; her breasts were full of 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, uttering a few hoarse 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 you both my little mouths, now I'm going to drink your milk to make up for it."

A flush of extreme resentment rose on Feng Heng's pale face.

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

Feng Heng twisted her delicate neck to the side, her body trembling with humiliation, a blush spreading across her skin. A gentle ripple of liquid overflowed from her breasts, spurting from her tightly closed nipples.

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

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

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

Feng Heng shuddered, slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Wu Kun knew what the young woman wanted to say at this moment. He raised his hand and made a grabbing 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 to rip the bastard in your belly out!"

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

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

Feng Heng's limbs went limp, a section of her snow-white flesh draped on the ivory round stool, her violated private parts covered with semen, and a corner of a silk scarf still peeked out from her jade gate, trembling slightly between the tender flesh.

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms Author: Zi Kuang Chapter 9

Wu Kun picked up the brush Feng Heng used to memorize the "Nine Yin Manual," examined it, and tossed it onto the table. Then, he plucked the thickest wolf-hair brush from the shelf, holding it like a brush in his hand, and began to stroke it across Feng Heng's fair, smooth belly.

Beneath the glossy black wolf-hair, 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 grazed her belly and slid into her delicate petals. The wolf-hair brush was nearly a foot long and thicker than two fingers, its handle made of nan bamboo, with a gnarled plum branch carved on it. Wu Kun pulled out a silk handkerchief stained with semen, and the brush slid in. The sharp wolf-hair brush, like a cluster of needles, pierced into her incredibly tender secret place, the tips of the hairs sticking to the flesh walls, spreading out like an umbrella, rounding up the tender red opening.

Feng Heng's brows furrowed, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. Shocked and in pain, her jade gate involuntarily tightened, gripping the brush tip tightly.

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

Wu Kun gripped the brush handle, grinning maliciously as he thrust harder. Tiny specks of blood splattered onto the floor between the stools.

He was always bloodthirsty, and the smell of blood made his actions even more ferocious.

Feng Heng's body trembled violently, writhing in agony. That poignant expression of stretching out one's throat but being unable to utter a sound brought Wu Kun immense pleasure—Huang Yaoshi, you cut off my tongue, and today I'll play with your wife like this so she won't be able to scream!

Half an hour later, Wu Kun pulled out the wolf-hair brush. Half of the brush handle was blood red, the sharp tip shattered and broken beyond recognition. Feng Heng's delicate vulva had been pounded into a bloody, mangled hole; the outer petals remained intact, but the inside of her body was completely devoid of healthy flesh. The already exhausted young woman, further tormented, was now barely breathing. Even with her jaw still clenched and her mute point unsealed, she couldn't utter a sound. Her once bright and beautiful eyes were frozen, unblinking for a long time, only occasionally twitching with difficulty. Yet her round belly remained calm, showing no sign of agitation despite the severe injury inflicted on her mother.

Such brutal violence had not yet achieved its goal, and Wu Kun couldn't help but panic. He steeled himself, took another long brush from the shelf, and forcefully thrust both ends into Feng Heng's body, pushing them apart.

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

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

smooth, white abdomen rippled like water, clear amniotic fluid gushing out, instantly filling the entire ivory stool, then quickly flowing down the smooth surface and pooling on the floor. Then the abdominal ball trembled slightly, the sleeping fetus waking impatiently struggling, slowly sliding out of the uterus.

Wu Kun was overjoyed. He pressed down on the abdominal ball, pushing it downwards until the fetus's head emerged from the cervix. He pulled out the pen shaft and helped Feng Heng stand up.

Feng Heng's legs, pulled loose, gave way, her face pale and ashen. Her clothes had slipped down to her elbows, revealing her bare, snow-white breasts. Half of her white skirt had fallen down, revealing the baby in her womb, its breasts high and fleshy.

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

Wu Kun reluctantly pinched her breast, then wiped the semen from her mouth, carefully fastened her clothes, then closed her chin, arms, and legs. Finally, he pulled up her underpants, covering her already spread legs and securing the belt. Her bodily fluids immediately soaked through the underpants, dripping onto the ground. The baby had fallen between her legs, spreading the young woman's legs wide.

After adjusting her clothes, Wu Kun placed Feng Heng on the ground and then slapped her on the back of the head. Feng Heng writhed on the ground with difficulty, then her jade-like fingers loosened, and her soul vanished.

Wu Kun hid the silk handkerchief stained with semen, tucked the two pens into his robes, carefully cleaned up all traces, and then slipped away through the door.

As he ran, Wu Kun laughed wildly to himself. 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! Isn't this blood-stained green hat comfortable to wear?

He had just reached the bamboo grove when a wild scream came from inside the hermitage. But Wu Kun couldn't hear it. If he could, he would be even happier.

********** That night, Wu Kun couldn't sleep a wink. He savored the soft, fragrant skin and trembling of Feng Heng, while also feeling uneasy, fearing that Huang Yaoshi would suddenly appear before him and tear him to pieces.

The long night finally ended. The next morning, Wu Kun hesitated for a long time before finally mustering his courage to deliver food to the hermitage.

The once exquisite and elegant hermitage was now a mess, as if swept by a tornado. All the furniture was smashed to pieces, and there were horrifying pools of blood on the floor. Only the glass lamp that had witnessed all the bloodshed remained intact.

Last night, when Huang Yaoshi returned to the hermitage, his wife had already stopped breathing. He cried out and hugged his wife. Seeing that her body was still warm, he didn't think twice and 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..."

Only then did Huang Yaoshi realize that his wife's lower abdomen had flattened, but there was a bulge between her legs. He tore open her wet underpants and saw that the fetus was stuck between his wife's legs, only a wrinkled little face showing. Huang Yaoshi took out the fetus, glanced at it hastily, and said in a trembling voice, "A girl...it's a girl..."

As he spoke, the fetus 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 sitting on the ground, holding his wife 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. This ship's keel was different from other ships, except its hull was held together with raw rubber ropes. Once at sea, it would shatter into pieces under the force of the waves.

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 her with him in the vast blue waves. Only in this way could he uphold the dignity of a grandmaster of martial arts. However, just before setting sail, he couldn't bear to part with his daughter. After many days of delay, Huang Yaoshi exhausted his ingenuity to build a magnificent tomb for his wife, waiting only for his daughter to grow up before he himself would join her in death at 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 possessed extraordinary intelligence, but intelligent people are often arrogant; he never imagined that his wife would be tortured to death by a mute servant.

Wu Kun spent months in suspense, finally relieved to find no trace of his true intentions. Whenever he recalled the tragic events 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.

************ That summer, Wu Kun arrived at the hermitage and saw a Taoist priest arguing with Huang Yaoshi. The priest had his sleeves rolled up, his mouth agape, looking extremely indignant. Wu Kun was secretly puzzled, wondering which mad Taoist priest dared to be angry in front of Huang Yaoshi.

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, chubby and rather comical. At this moment, his face was full of anger, pouting like a child, innocent and carefree, not at all like the uncle of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

Zhou Botong angrily said, "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 filled with pure white, with incense and a memorial tablet on the table in the center, and behind it was a jade coffin, surrounded by countless flowers—it was a back hall. Zhou Botong was taken aback by the unexpected death of Madam Huang at such a young age.

Huang Yaoshi coldly said, "Old rascal, you don't need to pretend. If you hadn't been so boastful about your so-called 'true scriptures,' my wife wouldn't have left me."

"What?"

Zhou Botong was greatly surprised.

Huang Yaoshi glared at him angrily, then suddenly burst into tears, recounting how his wife had been so engrossed in studying scriptures that she had become mentally exhausted, and how she had suffered a miscarriage 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 replied, "My wife is extraordinary."

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 were truly remarkable. Zhou Botong parried with his left hand and countered with a swift, deft flick of his foot. Both were highly skilled martial artists, and they fought fiercely, evenly matched.

Wu Kun was seeing Huang Yaoshi fight with all his might for the first time, and he was utterly terrified, unable to comprehend such martial arts in the world. He had been standing outside the house, but the force of their palm strikes forced him to retreat involuntarily.

Such a duel between masters was a once-in-a-lifetime event, and Wu Kun, being a martial artist himself, was unwilling to miss it, hoping to learn even a move or two that would benefit him immensely in the future. However, Zhou and Huang's attacks were incredibly fierce, and he feared that if the two got carried away in their fight, he would

be caught in the crossfire, so he retreated to the side of the lotus pond. While the fight raged fiercely inside the house, a slight movement suddenly occurred in the flower bushes not far away, almost unnoticed by Wu Kun unless his eyesight was exceptional. He glanced sideways and was immediately terrified.

Hidden among the flowers were two people: Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua, who had betrayed their master and left the island, their whereabouts unknown. Over a year had passed; Chen Xuanfeng's complexion was sallow, his veins prominent, and Mei Ruohua's face was covered with layers of strange black aura, no longer the beautiful young woman she once was. One was sallow, the other dark, their skin faintly gleaming with a metallic sheen. Although their skills had greatly improved, the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island were originally unorthodox, not belonging to the same lineage as the Buddhist and Taoist arts. The second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* lacked internal energy cultivation methods, and Chen Mei and her companion, by forcibly practicing it, had already strayed onto the evil path.

Wu Kun, fearing they would cause him trouble, abandoned his observation duties and quickly fled. Fortunately, Chen Mei, focused intently on the monastery, failed to notice the culprit who had forced them to betray their master.

Wu Kun hid in the kitchen for half a day until five peach blossoms bloomed on the wall before heading to the monastery to receive his orders. On the way, he encountered Du Dan, who, with a hawk-like glint in his eye, brazenly cut in his way. Wu Kun, carrying Chen Mei and her companion, simply ducked past them.

Upon arriving at the monastery, Huang Yaoshi was holding his one-year-old daughter, Huang Rong, teaching her to babble. He instructed Wu Kun: "Deliver food and water to Zhou Botong, who is imprisoned in the cave behind the mountain, every day, but do not 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 just like Feng Heng's, with distinct red and white features, exquisitely beautiful.

Later, Wu Kun learned that Zhou Botong's legs had been broken by Huang Yaoshi, and he had made a solemn vow: if he could not defeat Huang Yaoshi, he would obediently offer the first volume of the "Nine Yin Manual" as a sacrifice to his deceased wife if he stepped out of the cave.

Huang Yaoshi, who was prone to

taking his anger out on others, 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, Peach Blossoms Author: Zi Kuang Chapter 10

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

Feng Heng's tomb had been built. A clearing had been set aside next to the green bamboo forest, where countless exotic flowers were planted. All of them were white flowers, and from a distance, it looked like a small lake made of flowers. Flowers bloomed all year round, and their fragrance was constant.

Besides raising his daughter, Huang Yaoshi spent his days battling Zhou Botong, trying to force him out of his cave. Every evening, he would go to the tomb, sometimes with his daughter, sometimes alone, to play a tune on his flute, hoping 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 met briefly and then vanished, never to be heard from again. The obscure Wu Kun on Peach Blossom Island had no idea 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 "Blood 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, engaged in more private brawls. Du Dan and Ding Baipeng formed their own factions, constantly clashing. However, no one was killed, and Huang Yaoshi paid no heed to these thugs.

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

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ 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.

Wu Kun remembered Huang Yaoshi's instructions, 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 and lightly leaped behind a rock. Her movements were clean and swift, revealing that her martial arts skills were not weak.

She was petite with fair skin, seemingly a woman from the south. She wore an expensive fox fur coat, as black as lacquer, which made her delicate neck appear even whiter than snow. Beneath the coat, a lake-blue tight-fitting garment was faintly visible, highlighting her round and shapely hips. Judging from

the woman's attire and appearance, she was most likely a member of a wealthy family. What could have driven her alone across the vast sea 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 white 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 wonders of opening and closing yin and yang, reversing 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 wrapping around 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 fun 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, and with a flash of green light, severed the rope, falling to the ground. Then, with a feint of her left hand, she thrust her sword forward with her right, unleashing a move called "Stabilizing Yang Needle"—a move from the Quanzhen Swordplay.

Wu Kun's belt had already been cut; he immediately untied 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 footing, 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, arriving at 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 his 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 to silence her 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 clicks, 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 still locked, making it impossible for her to even lift a finger. Seeing the man grabbing her tight-fitting clothes and about to tear them open, she cried out, "Let me go! Go 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 were a phoenix, he'd rape her first.

The woman, upon arriving on the island, had been inexplicably subdued by this strange man dressed as a servant, and now faced with further humiliation, her fear seemed about to explode. Her clothes ripped open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. In her haste, 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 an affair with Zhou Botong and bore him a son. 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 raped countless women, but he had never tasted the pleasures of an imperial concubine, let alone the concubine of the Southern Emperor. Dali Kingdom was a small kingdom in the southwest, but its ruler, Duan Zhixing, was a renowned figure 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, he had raped the wives of two of them, and he could say in the martial arts 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 villain even more. She begged and threatened him. But Wu Kun was deaf to her words, his eagle eyes gleaming with ferocity. He hooked his hand on the torn collar of his robe, but instead of parting it, he tore it straight down. With a "rip," a piece of the tough silk was ripped off his chest.

The lake-blue silk slipped down her sides, revealing a bright red bra. Beneath the bra, her round, fragrant breasts stood high, trembling slightly. Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with greed. He spread his hands, grasping 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 in a sobbing voice.

Wu Kun grinned maliciously and released her hands. Liu Ying felt a sense of relief, but then he grabbed her fox fur coat and tore it to shreds. 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, scattered items from her pockets fell to the ground.

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

The faint moonlight filtered through the cracks in the rocks, illuminating a beautiful female body in the cave. Liu Ying was the Southern Emperor's favorite concubine, and at the prime of her youth, though not as stunning as Feng Heng, she was still a rare beauty.

Wu Kun grabbed her ankles, spread them apart, and then pushed them upwards, folding her soft body over.

Liu Ying had recently given birth, her body was plump, her fair mons pubis covered with thick hair, plump and pleasing. Between the glossy black hair, two thick labia were a smooth, bright red, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin, a captivating sight. Her breasts were nestled between her legs, like two mounds of white, oily substance, swaying slightly, almost overflowing.

Wu Kun bent over, pressing down on the beautiful woman, his penis between her labia, and without hesitation, thrust in forcefully.

Liu Ying's delicate neck arched back, her head resting on the stone slab, tears streaming down her face. The dry, tight vagina felt like it was being stabbed with a dull knife, each stab a searing pain. She gasped for breath, her limp neck swaying weakly, as if pleading, or perhaps in disbelief.

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

After a while, Liu Ying's lower body involuntarily secreted a honeyed fluid, becoming a tantalizingly slippery liquid. Wu Kun's thrusts became increasingly smooth; he held 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 slammed his lower abdomen hard, and a thick stream of semen shot out. He pulled out his penis, hooked his hands around her petals, spread them wide, and brought his oily, ugly face close to hers.

Liu Ying's private parts were spread wide open, revealing a rounded entrance between the tender, red 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 lewdness.

************ Back at his lodgings, Wu Kun hadn't slept all night. Before dawn, he prepared the meal, first sending a portion to Zhou Botong.

Finally, daybreak arrived. He carried the food box to the hermitage, served breakfast to the Huang father and daughter, and then hurriedly rushed 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. Among the mute servants, Du Dan was the strongest, but he was arrogant and disdainful of others, surrounded by henchmen he had beaten and feared. In terms of strength, he was actually outnumbered by Ding Baipeng's men.

Wu Kun was a well-known figure in the underworld, and both sides wanted to recruit him. However, he was cautious and discreet, so he pretended not to see anyone and slipped into the flower bushes.

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