The First Chapter of "Beautiful Stories of the Martial World: Lan Jinluo"

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Xing Yang had been at Wei Family Fort for three days and still hadn't seen the fort master. Even with his naturally calm and collected nature, he was starting to get impatient. Just then, his maid, Xing'er, lost her footing and bumped into him, spilling tea all over him. Enraged, he slapped her to the ground and yelled, "What are you doing!"
Xing'er, ignoring the burning pain on her face, immediately knelt down and said urgently, "This lowly servant is clumsy and has offended Young Master Xing. Please punish me."
Seeing the guilt in her eyes and no resentment whatsoever, Xing Yang thought to himself that Wei Family Fort truly lived up to its reputation as a prestigious family in the Southern Martial World; even their maids were so well-trained. For the past few days, he had been preoccupied with the matters his master had entrusted to him, and hadn't paid much attention to her. Now, looking closely at Xing'er's appearance, although she lacked the air of a noble lady, she was slightly plump with a curvaceous figure, and there seemed to be a hint of allure between her brows, making her quite charming. He didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he said, "Never mind, come inside with me and let me change my clothes."
Xing'er, however, knelt on the ground and refused to get up, timidly saying, "This lowly servant begs for your punishment, young master. Young master Xing, you don't know, but if you refuse to punish me, and the master finds out and enforces the family law, this lowly servant will lose half her life."
Xing Yang's heart skipped a beat. He had long heard that the Wei family lord was decisive and ruthless, and his rewards and punishments were clear. It turned out that he was also very strict in managing his household. Although his master and the lord had some connection, the young lady was being held captive by the Wei family, and she would inevitably suffer some punishment. He couldn't help but worry.
"Please, young master, have mercy and save this servant!" Xing'er said again, her voice choked with sobs.
Xing Yang couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Such a method of rescue was unheard of. Thinking of the frustration he'd been feeling these past few days, he figured taking it out on this maid wouldn't hurt. So he said, "Then change my clothes first, then kneel by the bed."
Xing'er was overjoyed and quickly got up to serve him. After dressing Xing Yang, Xing'er obediently knelt by the bed. Before Xing Yang could speak, she had already bent over, lifting her skirt and slightly parting her legs. Xing Yang looked closely and saw that under her skirt was only a bodice covering her body; once lifted, her lower body was completely bare, her snow-white buttocks gleamingly exposed before him.
Unlike those who practiced martial arts, Xing'er's buttocks were rather plump and round. Even kneeling, she didn't expose her anus, but her private parts were vaguely visible. Xing Yang hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and seeing this, his lust flared. He grabbed her hard, leaving five finger marks on her snow-white buttocks. Xing'er let out a soft moan, but her body remained still.
After playing with her for a while, Xing Yang said, "How do you know I'm not a violent person who would punish you worse than the family law?" Xing'er turned her head, a hint of coquettishness in her eyes as she looked at Xing Yang's actions. She said, "Young Master Xing is gentle and refined, unlike such a cruel person." "
Oh?" Xing Yang said with a wicked smile, "So you mean that Lord Wei is such a cruel person? How dare this audacious servant speak ill of the Lord! May I inform him?"
Xing'er realized her mistake and turned pale with fright, begging for mercy repeatedly, "How dare this lowly servant! Young Master Xing, spare my life!
Young Master Xing, spare my life!" Seeing her so terrified, Xing Yang secretly chuckled. In the eyes of his servants, Lord Wei was truly like the King of Hell. Ignoring her, Xing Yang swung his hand and struck her buttocks heavily. Xing'er let out a soft groan, seemingly already used to the pain. Seeing her lack of reaction, Xing Yang used both hands, her white buttocks flying back and forth in his grasp, gradually turning pink. Xing'er's breathing grew heavier, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her body.
Xing Yang felt that beating her like this wouldn't quell his anger, so he wandered around looking for tools, finally picking up a rattan beater used for beating quilts from outside. Xing'er looked at the object in his hand with fear, pleading, "Young Master Xing, this thing hurts terribly. There's a ruler on the table, would you like to use that?" Xing Yang had no intention of showing any mercy to this little maid; hearing her words only fueled his anger. He swung the rattan beater a few times in the air, the whooshing sound of it cutting through the air was quite frightening, and chuckled, "This is just what I want."
Xing'er felt resentful and bitter; she had experienced the power of the rattan beater before and knew that this beating would be severe.

"Smack!" Xing Yang showed no mercy, flattening Xing'er's left buttock with a single blow. The rattan paddle seemed to embed itself into her flesh before bouncing back, leaving behind bright red ridges from the paddle's pattern. Xing'er's legs bounced back from the blow, her face showing pain for the first time.
After striking her right buttock in the same way, the patterns on both buttocks became symmetrical, a rather amusing mix of red and white. Xing Yang had a sudden thought, recalling how, during his childhood training to sharpen his eyes, he was required to drive five walnuts into a tree trunk. Once the first walnut was in place, the remaining four had to be smashed open at the same angle and position to be considered successful. Today, he would use this poor buttock to practice his aim.
Xing Yang swung the paddle continuously, each strike landing precisely on the previous wound, with perfect angle. The rattan pattern on Xing'er's buttocks changed from bright red to purplish-red to dark red, finally oozing drops of blood. Xing Yang enjoyed his training, but Xing'er suffered terribly. Each blow struck the wound, causing immense pain. Xing'er dared not block the blows and could only beg for mercy.
Seeing the bleeding, Xing Yang realized he had gone too far and stopped, beginning to gently stroke her.
Xing'er's face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with tears, her lips bitten until they bled, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she gasped for breath, sobbing, "Young Master Xing, are you venting your anger on your young lady because the Lord of the Fortress detained her? Did you beat me to death?"
Xing Yang's hand slowly moved towards Xing'er's delicate area between her legs, but he said, "How did a maid like you know about this?"
"A few days ago, Young Master Wei captured a pretty girl dressed as a man. Everyone in the fortress knows, ha~ ah," Xing'er gasped, continuing, "They say she cheated at the casino and injured the guards. Later, some people spread rumors that this girl is Sikong Tong, the daughter of Sikong Jian, the leader of the Cold Sword Sect."
"You two are certainly well-informed and knowledgeable," Xing Yang said, inserting a single finger into her honeypot, which was already a muddy mess. "So you already knew who I was?"
Xing'er groaned, "Young Master Xing is a prominent figure in the martial world these days. How could I not know? He's the closed-door disciple of the Sikong Sect Master. A few months ago, he single-handedly wiped out more than forty bandits from Black Cloud Stronghold. What a young hero!"
"A young hero, huh! He hasn't even seen your sect master in three days." Xing Yang was annoyed by this, and his fiddling unconsciously intensified.
"Ah~ um~ ah~" Xing'er couldn't help but moan, but still managed to say, "I heard that Young Master Xing has been staying at home, cultivating the Cold Sword Sect's secret techniques for eight years. His martial arts are already above the old sect leader's. I wonder if it's true or not, ah!"
Xing Yang wasn't in seclusion; rather, his adoptive father had taken him away to teach him superior mental techniques and martial arts. This didn't need to be explained to the maid. Xing Yang felt that Xing'er knew too much and asked too many detailed questions, which displeased him. He thrust his thumb directly into her anus. Xing'er, unprepared, screamed.
"If you keep asking questions and spoiling the mood, I'll spank your ass!" Xing Yang said slowly.
Xing'er was so frightened that she could only remain silent. Xing Yang withdrew his nectar-covered finger and wiped it on her buttocks. Just as he was about to mount her and penetrate her, someone outside suddenly shouted, "Young Master Xing, the Lord of the Fortress invites you!"

There were five people in the hall. The first person Xing Yang saw was not the imposing Lord Wei, but a woman, a woman whose beauty could not even be described as heavenly, a woman whose beauty could make clouds yearn for her clothes and flowers yearn for her face.
That was the first time Xing Yang had seen Wei Qingman.
Xing Yang had been with a few women before, but compared to the woman before him, they all seemed insignificant. He had always thought that women as beautiful as fairies in paintings were just legends, and that there could never be a beauty in the world who could captivate him. But at this moment, he was stunned, as if bewitched, forgetting where he was.
"Young Master Xing has come from afar, and I have failed to receive you in time. I apologize for my inconvenience!" The powerful voice of Lord Wei brought Xing Yang back to his senses.
"Lord Wei is too kind. Everyone knows that you are extremely busy. I am but a junior, and it is only right that I have been so intrusive. I should have waited a few more days." Only then did Xing Yang focus his gaze on his master. This man had a square face, thick eyebrows and a bushy beard, and his eyes shone brightly. He exuded an air of authority without being angry.
Wei Tiangang, the master of Wei Family Fortress, was a lay disciple of Shaolin in his early years. Later, he mingled in the Southern Martial Arts World, making his fortune by running casinos and brothels. He is skilled with a steel whip and created the Heavenly Might Subduing Demon Whip Technique. In recent years, he has rarely fought with others, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable.
"Haha, Young Hero Xing, your demeanor is extraordinary, but it was my negligence after all. I will punish myself with three cups first." Wei Tiangang said and drank. After finishing the three cups, he said, "I heard that you single-handedly destroyed Black Cloud Village. Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. It is a blessing for the martial world. I will toast you again."
Before Xing Yang could speak, Wei Tiangang reached out and touched a cup of wine. The movement seemed gentle, but the wine cup shot straight at him like an arrow. Xing Yang was prepared for this. He gathered his energy with his middle and index fingers and held the cup firmly. He felt a soft, yin-like force pass through his fingers and enter his meridians. He sneered in his heart, "Wei Tiangang really gives me face." He used his skillful strength to rotate the wine cup between his five fingers several times, dissipating the soft, yin-like force.
A flicker of surprise crossed Wei Tiangang's eyes, but he said, "Indeed, excellent skill! I'll drink to that first!"
Xing Yang also downed his wine in one gulp and exclaimed, "Good wine!"
"I know why you've come, young hero." After probing, Wei Tiangang got to the point. "I have a long-standing friendship with Chief Sikong, and his daughter, Wei Family Fortress, will certainly not make things too difficult for her. However, Miss Sikong cheated first and then injured someone, violating a cardinal rule of gambling. I must give my men an explanation." "
Miss Sikong is unruly and has caused trouble for the Fortress Master," Xing Yang said politely.
"Young Hero Xing, do you know what the Wei family's rules are for dealing with someone who cheats and injures someone in a gambling den?" The one who spoke was not Wei Tiangang, but a young man sitting next to him, presumably the young master Wei who had captured the person. He then said, "Those who cheat will have their hand bones broken and their hand veins severed, and will also receive a hundred lashes; those who injure others will receive a hundred lashes for each person injured."
"My son, Wei Qingyan, is the one I entrust with handling the gambling affairs," Wei Tiangang said. "As for Miss Sikong, our fortress will naturally be lenient, only punishing her with three hundred lashes, to be carried out over five days. Today is the last day, and that's why we're keeping Young Master Xing for three more days."
That's sixty lashes a day. Xing Yang felt much more at ease. The young lady could use her inner energy to protect herself, so sixty lashes shouldn't be a big deal.
"Madam, please invite Miss Sikong out," Wei Tiangang said, turning to the woman beside him.
"Yes."
Just that one "yes" was spoken with a thousand charms. Xing Yang looked at her; her makeup was simple yet alluring. Her temperament was unlike that of the fortress lord's wife, but more like that of a top courtesan. It seemed that since the young master managed the gambling den, the brothel must be in the hands of this lady.
Madam Wei beckoned a maid and whispered a few words to her, then waved her away. About half an incense stick's time later, a pretty woman, supported by two maids, emerged. Upon seeing Xing Yang, tears welled in her eyes, and with a leap, she used her lightness skill to crash headfirst into Xing Yang's arms.
Xing Yang let her cry against his chest, gently patting her back and softly saying, "Tong'er, Brother Xing is late."

After leaving Wei Family Fort, the two boarded the carriage for their return journey. Sikong Tong, claiming her bottom couldn't withstand the carriage's jolting, lay sprawled on Xing Yang, playfully whipping her legs while cursing everyone in Wei Family Fort, young and old.
"That damned Wei Qingyan, daring to injure me, I'll poke a few holes in his crooked face one day, then cut off his nose and feed it to the pigs!"
"That dog Wei Tiangang, I'll pluck out every single hair on his beard, crush it, and stuff it into his anus!"
"That slut Wei San Niang is the most perverted. She's in charge of the punishment hall, and she's the one who comes up with all the weird and lewd methods. This kind of woman should be made to experience every kind of torture before being thrown into the camp to be gang-raped!"
"Miss Wei brings me medicine every day. She's a nice person, but her mistake is that she's from the Wei family. Let her be Brother Xing's beautiful dog!"
"Be what?" Xing Yang had been listening to her cursing and found it funny when he suddenly heard a new word.
"Beautiful dog, huh? I heard from my junior brothers that in Japan, there are female slaves who are trained like dogs, always naked, with tails stuffed in their asses and wagging back and forth." Sikong Tong said with a smile.
Xing Yang was taken aback; he himself might not be able to bring himself to say such a thing. Apart from Tong'er, the eldest daughter of the Cold Sword Sect, there were no female disciples. Tong'er spent her days fooling around with her junior brothers, frequenting brothels and gambling dens, speaking without restraint and showing no trace of femininity.
"My butt hurts, brother, put some medicine on it for me. I still have some in my clothes," Sikong Tong said, twisting her body.
"Tong'er, didn't you
circulate your internal energy to resist when you were being beaten? Why does it hurt so much?" Xing Yang asked. "It's all because of that perverted Wei San Niang. Every time before the punishment, she seals my acupoints with silver needles, preventing me from gathering my internal energy, so I can only endure the beating," Sikong Tong said indignantly.
This Wei San Niang must be the Madam Wei he had seen, Xing Yang mused. Being in charge of the brothel business in Wei Family Fortress, this woman must be a master of torture; after all, there are many places in brothels where torture is used.
"Brother, help me apply it!" Sikong Tong pleaded.
"Why don't we have the coachman stop at the town ahead, and I'll find a female doctor to help you apply it?" Xing Yang hesitated, thinking about undressing her.
"No! I want you to apply it for me, brother. Are you really going to be embarrassed?" Sikong Tong wasn't having any of it. She said, "I've known you since I was three. We've even played naked in the river together. Haven't you seen my butt or I haven't seen yours? What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Hearing her say that, Xing Yang stopped being so insistent. He lifted Sikong Tong's skirt and pulled down her panties. Only then did Xing Yang realize that Tong'er's claim that she couldn't ride in a carriage wasn't just being coy. The two large, purplish-red bruises on her buttocks were quite alarming. He then took out some medicine from her bosom and slowly applied it.
"Tong'er, when did you learn to cheat? Did you learn it from your junior brothers?" Xing Yang asked.
"Why would I cheat? It was strange that day; I kept winning, whether I bet on small or big. I thought I was just incredibly lucky. Then someone rushed out, grabbed my arm, and accused me of cheating. This guy somehow produced a pair of dice and insisted they fell from my sleeve," Sikong Tong recounted. "Then the guards surrounded me, saying they wanted to take me to Wei Family Fort. How could I let them? I beat them all down in a few punches and kicks." "And
then Wei Qingyan came out and subdued you?" Xing Yang picked up the thread.
"Yes, that bastard. I couldn't beat him," Sikong Tong said.
"It was clearly a setup!" Xing Yang then thought of the maid Xing'er's actions, which seemed to be trying to find out his secrets. He felt that Wei Family Fort was indeed very strange, but he couldn't understand their motives.
Sikong Tong had practiced martial arts since childhood, so his buttocks were very firm and incredibly elastic. Xing Yang applied the ointment back and forth, his mind unsettled, when he heard a splashing sound. He knew exactly where the sound came from. With any other young woman, Xing Yang might have acted without restraint, but Tong'er was someone he'd grown up with and always considered like a sister. This situation made him feel awkward, and he stopped what he was doing.

"Brother, why aren't you moving?" Sikong Tong asked, wiggling her bottom.
"I'm done applying it." Xing Yang straightened her clothes, composed himself, and said, "Having caused such a serious incident, I'm afraid you'll still be punished when you return to the Cold Sword Sect."
"Punishment is punishment," Sikong Tong said indifferently. "Even if I'm beaten to death at home, it's better than being locked up outside, especially with Mother here."
His master's wife was indeed gentle and soft-hearted; whenever a disciple committed a crime and was punished, she would plead for them, let alone this time it was her precious daughter. Thinking of his master's wife, Xing Yang was filled with countless thoughts. In his youth, he rarely left the Cold Sword Sect, and the only woman he ever saw was his master's wife. Her gentle and charming nature had always been Xing Yang's object of admiration. Being held in her arms and inhaling her unique, faint fragrance were the happiest moments of his life. His master's wife's original name was Bai Yanru, a renowned beauty in the martial arts world. She married his master at the young age of nineteen, and although now nearing forty, she remained remarkably beautiful and well-preserved.

As soon as they returned to the Cold Sword Sect, several disciples greeted them. Leading the way was their junior brother, Zhang Youde. "Senior Brother and Senior Sister, you're finally back! Master and Mistress are waiting in the main hall."
Having suffered for many days, Sikong Tong was overjoyed to finally be home. She strode inside, but Zhang Youde stopped Xing Yang, saying, "Master's face is grim; Senior Sister is likely to suffer. Senior Brother, please try to persuade her." Xing Yang understood and nodded.
"Slap!" Just as they entered the hall, Xing Yang heard a sharp sound. Sikong Tong pitifully knelt on the ground, covering her face. Master Sikong Jian, his face full of anger, raised his hand to strike her, but was restrained by Mistress Bai Yanru.
"You still have the nerve to come back, you good-for-nothing! It's one thing to run wild outside all the time, but to come to Weijiabao's territory and cause trouble and get caught and punished, where do you expect me to put my old face!" Sikong Jian got angrier and angrier, shoving Bai Yanru away and "slap!" another hard slap. Sikong Tong was knocked to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he began to sob softly.
Xing Yang quickly knelt down beside her, saying, "Master, please calm down. There seems to be something fishy about this. Wei Family Fortress deliberately set a trap; it's not solely my junior sister's fault."
Bai Yanru hurriedly helped her daughter up, also advising, "My daughter has just returned from suffering outside. We can discuss punishment later; let her rest and recuperate first."
Seeing this situation, Sikong Jian knew he couldn't afford to lose his temper any longer. He pointed at Sikong Tong and said, "Go back to your room and reflect on your actions. Tomorrow I will announce your punishment, and I'll skin you alive!"
Sikong Tong had never seen her father so angry, and she was so frightened that she forgot to cry. Xing Yang quickly picked her up and ran away.

As night fell, muffled thuds and screams echoed from the underground torture chamber of Wei Family Fortress.
The maid Xing'er was naked, her hands were tied, her toes barely touching the ground, her body taut, and her breasts were being whipped up and down by green bamboo sticks. The executioner was Wei San Niang, while Wei Qingyan, the eldest son of the Wei family, sat to the side watching with great interest.
"I told you to investigate Xing Yang's background, but you knew nothing." Wei San Niang said as she roughly pulled up Xing'er's nipple and ground it hard. Xing'er cried out in pain and could only tiptoe forward, but a heavy slap landed on her thigh, and she immediately screamed.
"Who gave you permission to move!" Wei San Niang shouted, "Spread your legs."
"San Niang, please have mercy on me!"
"Slap!" Xing'er had barely finished speaking when she received a slap on the face, leaving a red mark a finger wide.
"I hate it when people being punished talkative!" Wei San Niang pinched Xing'er's thigh hard, and Xing'er, unable to bear it, had no choice but to spread her legs.
The bamboo stick struck the tender flesh on Xing'er's inner thighs, each strike sending shivers down her spine. After a dozen or so blows, Xing'er urinated. Wei Sanniang quickly withdrew, but Wei Qingyan, sitting there, was delighted. "Hehe, interesting, interesting!"
After Xing'er finished urinating, Wei Sanniang rubbed the stick back and forth across Xing'er's private parts a few times, then shoved it into her mouth. Xing'er was suddenly hit in the mouth by a hard object, mixed with the strong smell of urine. She felt incredibly miserable, and tears streamed down her face.
Wei Sanniang knew all along that this little maid was useless; this torture was just to satisfy her sadistic desires.

Wei Qingyan smiled and walked over, running his hand over Xing'er's swollen cheeks, bruised breasts, and heaving belly, finally probing into her secret thicket. He flicked her clitoris with a flick of his fingertip. Xing'er convulsed, let out a long sigh, and gasped for breath.
"Not bad for a masochistic type." With that, Wei Qingyan pulled a leather whip from his waist, lifted Xing'er's leg, and accurately lashed her private parts. A sudden, sharp pain shot through her; Xing'er's body writhed violently, and she screamed.
This was just the beginning. Thirty consecutive lashes landed on that most delicate spot, and Xing'er was already barely breathing, without even the strength to struggle.
"If you damage someone's little sister, you won't have any fun anymore," Wei Sanniang chuckled.
"Sanniang, you don't know this, do you?" Wei Qingyan said, pulling out his penis and penetrating her honeyed orifice in one swift motion. "The more swollen this thing is, the more... umm, the tighter it is, so good!"
Having no interest in a live sex act, Wei Sanniang added, "Remember to have Old Zhao clean up after you're done," before getting up and leaving the torture chamber.

"You mean Xing Yang only spanked the maid's buttocks but didn't use her?" Wei Tiangang asked.
"Yes, maybe that's his taste." Wei Sanniang was fanning her husband and said, "It's just that he killed a bunch of bandits, does Master really need to care so much about this person?" "The
bandits in Black Cloud Stronghold are not ordinary bandits. The leader is called Wang Zong, who was the former leader of the southeastern branch of the Demonic Sect. After the Demonic Sect was destroyed, he became a mountain king, and those who joined him were all desperate criminals, none of them easy to deal with." Wei Tiangang said slowly, "Black Cloud Stronghold has been rampant for many years, committing rape and plunder, and its cruelty attracted the attention of government troops who besieged it. As a result, two thousand elite soldiers entered the mountain and were almost all wiped out. After that, no one dared to provoke them." "
So, Xing Yang must be a top-notch expert?" Wei Sanniang asked curiously.
"Even a top-tier expert might not be able to do it," Wei Tiangang said with a smile. "And even if someone could do it, they wouldn't necessarily be a top-tier expert."
"This servant is foolish; please enlighten me
, my husband." "At least an inside man and a plan are needed. Without an inside man, they wouldn't even be able to find their way into the mountains; without a plan, facing dozens of desperate criminals, including a first-rate expert like Wang Zong, even Master Yuanzhen and Daoist Qingxu would find it difficult to escape unscathed. Therefore, this matter was definitely not accomplished by Xing Yang alone, but rather a long-planned operation to close the net." Although Wei Tiangang had considered this point, he couldn't figure out who or what kind of powerful force was behind Xing Yang.
"Could it be Sikong Jian?"
"Impossible." Wei Tiangang had already considered this. "Sikong Jian has neither the courage nor the ability. Just the cup of wine I offered him today—if Sikong Jian had accepted it, he would have inevitably suffered a loss. Xing Yang must have another expert guiding him. I'm afraid the forces behind him are more harmful than helpful to our plan."
The more Wei Tiangang thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He pulled San Niang into his arms and began to rub her vigorously.
"I do have an idea that can restrain Xing Yang, but I don't know if you, sir, are willing to part with your beloved." Wei San Niang said sweetly.
"Speak freely." Wei Tiangang said.
"Xing Yang has taken a liking to our beautiful Wei." Wei San Niang said, gazing at her husband.
"Oh? But the two have no connection. How did you know?" Wei Tiangang asked, puzzled.
"Xing Yang glanced at her."
"Glanced?"
"Yes, just one glance, that glance was truly breathtaking."
Wei Tiangang fell silent. San Niang was an expert at judging men; she was sure she wouldn't be wrong. He slowly said, "Then go and make the arrangements."
"My lord's good daughter is as beautiful as a celestial being. With just a little training, I'll surely bewitch Xing Yang!" Wei San Niang smiled radiantly, her heart filled with uncontrollable joy at the thought that the usually aloof Wei Qingman would soon fall into her grasp.

At the same time, inside the secret chamber of the Cold Sword Sect.
Xing Yang recounted the events of the past few days to Sikong Jian, asking, "Master, in your opinion, what exactly is Wei Family Fort's intention?"
"This is a warning," Sikong Jian replied. "Yang'er, you may not know this, but over a month ago, Wei Tiangang summoned the leaders of major sects in the Southern Martial Arts World to Wei Family Fort to discuss establishing a Southern Martial Arts Alliance to counter the powerful Great River Alliance of the Northern Martial Arts World." He continued, "The Great River Alliance has recently subdued and merged with the Canal Gang and the Pai Gang, firmly controlling the private salt trade on the Yangtze River, seemingly aiming to become the king of the martial arts world."
"Wei Tiangang wants to seize the Great River Alliance's private salt business, doesn't he?" Xing Yang said. "The Northern and Southern martial arts worlds are divided by the Yangtze River. Although there has been discord between them, there haven't been large-scale conflicts. Eight years ago, they even cooperated in the fight against the Demonic Sect. It's not like they absolutely have to fight each other."
Sikong Jian cast an approving glance and said, "The Great River Alliance has monopolized the lucrative private salt trade, disrupting the balance between the Northern and Southern martial arts worlds. Wei Tiangang's proposal is tantamount to starting a war. The various sects of the Southern martial arts world have been idle for the past few years, and the allure of the private salt business is too great, so they have all responded. Only Yan Linglong, the head of the Lanxin Sword Sect, and I have indicated that we will not participate. Alas, I really don't want my disciples to fight and kill for fame and fortune. Moreover, the Lanxin Sword Sect is all women, and their desire to avoid war is even stronger."
"Master, I think that the benefits of Hanjian Sect joining the alliance outweigh the drawbacks," Xing Yang said in a deep voice. "This war is inevitable. After the war starts, the Northern martial arts world will treat us as enemies, and the Southern Alliance will not provide any support. How will Hanjian Sect position itself? If we join, and the Southern Alliance wins, we can get a share of the spoils. If the Southern Alliance loses, we will be left with nothing. Isn't it the same whether we join or not?"
Sikong Jian's face changed several times. After a long silence, he said, "Let me think about it some more."
"Since Master knows that Wei Family Fortress set a trap for Miss, why not be lenient with her?" Xing Yang was still worried about Tong'er.
"No!" Sikong Jian's attitude was firm. "This girl is used to being wild. We should take this opportunity to punish her properly, to instill fear in her, so that she won't cause any more trouble in the future."
Although Xing Yang felt sorry for Tong'er, he knew that his master's words were not wrong, so he stopped pleading.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Yang'er, your godfather asked you to return to your sect so that you can learn the Cold Moon Sword Heart Technique, right?" Sikong Jian brought up another topic.
"Just as Master expected, my godfather gave me three Dragon Blood Saint Pills. I need to learn the Cold Moon Sword Heart Technique to suppress my internal fire." Xing Yang nodded.
"A Dragon Blood Saint Pill is equivalent to ten years of cultivation for a master. No wonder your martial arts have improved so much, Yang'er. Your godfather truly has high hopes for you." Sikong Jian sighed. "
Xing Yang is grateful for your trust and will certainly live up to your expectations." Xing Yang said solemnly.
"The Cold Moon Sword Heart Manual is inscribed on the stone wall of this secret chamber. Yang'er, your talent is exceptional; you can comprehend it on your own." Sikong Jian said as he walked out, adding at the door, "This is the highest martial art within the sect, traditionally passed down only to the sect leader. Once you have mastered it, Yang'er, the Cold Moon Sword Sect will be yours. I, your master, intend to travel the world with your mistress and no longer concern myself with the affairs of the martial world." With that, he was gone.

Wei Qingman's heart had already died, died eight years ago.
Eight years ago, the Demonic Sect besieged Wei Family Fortress, demanding that Wei Tiangang offer either the Heavenly Might Subduing Demon Heart Manual or Lin Wuxia, the most beautiful woman in the martial world and Wei Qingman's mother, or else they would kill and destroy the fortress, leaving no one alive. Wei Tiangang chose to offer Lin Wuxia without hesitation. Wei Qingman would never forget her mother's incredulous and desperate expression; she couldn't understand why her respected father had become a demon. That very night, Qingman happened to see her father excitedly climbing into Third Sister's bed. She vomited; she felt nauseous, and the entire Wei family felt nauseous.
From then on, the lively little girl disappeared. She became unusually obedient and silent. So much so that eight years later, when Third Sister said she would "train" her and then have her seduce Xing Yang, she agreed without hesitation.
"Xing Yang has a fetish for spanking women. Third Sister will start with light spanking and gradually increase the intensity, letting you experience what it feels like to be spanked. Man'er, are you willing?" Third Sister asked with a smile.
"Qingman will do whatever Third Sister says." Although she knew Third Sister had ill intentions, Wei Qingman still obeyed. Third
Sister removed Qingman's skirt, made her lie face down on the table, and pulled down her panties, exposing her peach-like, lovely snow-white buttocks to the air. The skin of her buttocks was crystal clear and smooth to the touch, like that of a baby, making one's mouth water.
"First, I'll use my hands to warm your buttocks. Man'er, feel it." Wei San Niang said, then began to strike. Her jade-like palms flew, the sound of slapping like pearls falling onto a jade plate, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes continuous in one spot, sometimes covering all sides, without any fixed pattern. Soon, Qing Man's buttocks were tinged with a blush, making them appear even more delicate.
After about a hundred strikes, Wei San Niang stopped, tested the temperature of her buttocks with the back of her hand, and said, "Your buttocks are warm enough now. Now we'll begin properly. Fifty strikes each with the ruler, the whip, and the wooden board. When you're being struck, you can't circulate your breath, your waist can't bend, your buttocks can't be contracted, and your anus can't be lifted, otherwise there will be additional punishment. Does Man'er understand?"
"Yes," Qing Man replied calmly.
First came the ruler. The moment it touched her buttocks, Qing Man felt a pain far greater than before. Her brows furrowed slightly, and after a dozen or so strikes, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"This little brat hasn't been disciplined enough, she can't hold back now, she's in for a rough time," Wei Sanniang thought to herself.
With each slow, deliberate strike of the ruler, crimson marks were left on her buttocks, the color gradually deepening from her waist to her thighs, staining her entire bottom.
Wei Qingman could no longer control herself; her breathing became increasingly rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
After the ruler, came the whip. Wei Sanniang's whip was her personal weapon, about ten feet long, still quite long even with a section wrapped around her hand. "Man'er, be careful, this whip is made of water snake skin, much more powerful than the ruler." She then stepped back a few paces, flicked her wrist, and the whip tip struck her red buttocks.
"Ah!" Wei Qingman realized Sanniang hadn't lied to her; with just one strike, she felt as if her buttocks had split open. Forgetting all about etiquette, she clutched her buttocks and squatted down, tears streaming down her face.
"Man'er, get up and lie down properly," Wei Sanniang said without a hint of pity.
"Yes, Third Sister," Wei Qingman knew begging was useless. She wiped away her tears and returned to her previous posture, concentrating to prepare for the remaining forty-nine lashes.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Each lash from Third Sister Wei whistled through the air, leaving a deep red welt. Qingman could no longer hold back, screaming each time. After more than twenty lashes, Qingman was drenched in sweat, her voice hoarse.
Third Sister Wei didn't want to push her too hard on the first time, so she stopped whipping and gently stroked Qingman's swollen, burning buttocks. She said softly, "Man'er, let's rest for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Third Sister will apply some medicine for you. Remember to adjust your breathing to match the rhythm of the whipping later; it will make it feel better."
The medicine was Third Sister Wei's secret recipe; when applied, Qingman immediately felt an unparalleled coolness and comfort on her buttocks.
The rest time passed quickly. Wei Qingman adjusted her breathing, preparing to face a new round of lashes.
"Snap!" The pain was still excruciating, but Qingman felt a strange sense of pleasure amidst the agony. Little did she know, the medicine Sanniang had applied earlier contained a special aphrodisiac, intended to mold her into a wanton slut who would ignite at the slightest beating.
Sure enough, after a few more lashes, Wei Qingman's face was flushed, and her vulva was dripping wet.

The remaining lashes were then less unbearable. When the torture was over, Qingman's upturned red buttocks were covered with dark welts, while the valley between her buttocks glistened with moisture, a mixture of cruelty and lewdness.
Qingman was bewildered by the change in her body, and in her shock and shame, Sanniang touched that unspeakable place, causing her to tremble.
With a gentle twist of her index finger at the opening, she drew out a glistening strand of water. Wei Sanniang chuckled, "Man'er seems to enjoy this. I was worried she was suffering too much, but now I'm much more at ease. There are still fifty more strokes of the wooden board. The board is thick and heavy; I wonder if Man'er will like it."
"Ugh!" The board was made of sandalwood, very sturdy, and it struck Qingman so hard she couldn't support herself and crashed into the table. After the impact, a wave of intense pain washed over her, even overpowering the aphrodisiac pleasure of the secret medicine.
Wei Sanniang pressed down on Qingman's waist, forcing her to maintain her posture, and the heavy blows came one after another. The welts gradually faded, her buttocks swelled up, and Qingman had lost all her composure, twisting and turning to avoid the blows. If Sanniang hadn't held her down, she probably would have collapsed long ago.
After fifty strokes, Qingman was delirious, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her buttocks a grape-purple-red, her peaks pale. It seemed that one more stroke would draw blood.
Looking at Qingman's miserable state, Wei Sanniang felt a surge of satisfaction. This little girl usually treated her coldly, and she had always dreamed of teaching Qingman a lesson, but she had never been able to find a reason to do so. Today, she finally got her wish.
"Man'er, you weren't very well-behaved when you were being beaten. Sanniang will whip your back fifty times with a willow branch as punishment, do you understand?" Wei Sanniang said.
Qingman was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to answer. She was somewhat relieved to hear that this time the whipping wouldn't be on her buttocks.
Although it lacked the power of a whip or a board, the willow branch, striking her thin-skinned back, still caused Qingman unbearable pain, making her groan involuntarily.
Watching the pink lines spread across her jade-like back, and hearing the seductive whispers, Wei Sanniang couldn't suppress her desire. Her eyes were filled with lust, and her body burned with heat. After the fifty whippings, she actually lay on top of Qingman, licking the marks on her back.
Qingman was powerless to resist and could only follow her movements. The aphrodisiac effects of the secret drug were awakened again, and her lower body was already overflowing with desire.
San Niang covered Qingman's honey hole with one hand, her thumb gently rubbing the bud, her index and ring fingers caressing the lips, and her middle finger sometimes circling and sometimes gently probing the entrance. This was a brothel's method of seducing women, and San Niang's skills were superb. Even a chaste and virtuous woman would probably be driven to ecstasy, let alone Qingman, who was inexperienced and aphrodisiaced by the drug. She was completely unable to resist and soon climaxed, her honeyed fluids spilling all over the ground. Her mind went blank, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into San Niang's arms.

"Ouch, Granny Huang, be gentle, be gentle." Sikong Tong lay on the bench, his limbs and waist bound, unable to move, and could only beg for mercy.
"Miss, it's not that this old servant doesn't want to be lenient, but the master will examine the injuries later. If the beating isn't enough, and you want to increase the punishment, this old servant will also be beaten." As she spoke, Huang Po delivered another blow, flattening her bare buttocks and causing them to bounce back.
The punishment announced by Sikong Jian was fifty strokes of the cane each morning and afternoon for three consecutive days, with the remaining time spent kneeling naked in the reflection room to reflect on her actions. She could only rest after he personally inspected her at sunset. The executioners were two old women who did the rough work in the sect, one surnamed Huang and the other surnamed Sun, while Xing Yang was in charge of supervision. At this moment, he was watching his junior sister being punished with great interest.
Unlike the punishment she received at Wei Family Fort, although it seemed to be more severe, this time Sikong Tong was able to resist with her internal energy and use the Cold Sword Sect's special healing medicine, Cold Jade Ointment. In reality, the damage was not great; it was just that her buttocks looked a bit unsightly.
"Brother, why don't you help me persuade my father!"
"Master is angry, I don't want to lie there with you."
"Hit him, hit him, tell my father he's going to lose his precious daughter!" Sikong Tong said angrily.
"Miss, after the beating, it's time for the rattan cane." Granny Huang said slowly.
The rattan cane whipped his buttocks up and down, his private parts vaguely visible, coupled with Sikong Tong's seductive cries, which aroused Xing Yang's lust but he was unable to move, so he could only leave the reflection room and walk to his room.
"Master." As soon as the door opened, Xing Yang heard a familiar voice. There was only one person in the world who would call him by this title, his maid, his servant, his slave, his possession, his first woman, Zi Yuan.

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