Sword's Hatred and Passionate Love Sequel: The God of Fire Worship

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Liu Zhaoji stared blankly at the crumbling south gate wall, a wave of despair and helplessness washing over him. Yangzhou was finished! Although he had long been prepared to perish with Yangzhou, he never imagined that the inner and outer walls would be breached in just one day. How did the Tartars know that the south gate wall was the weakest point? There was a traitor! There must be a traitor!

Liu Zhaoji closed his eyes in anguish. Why wouldn't Heaven even give the people of Yangzhou a few more days to resist? Once the city fell and close combat ensued, the Ming army, numbering no more than ten thousand, would certainly be no match for the ferocious Qing army. Although the Yangzhou civilians outnumbered him, how many of them had ever held a sword and fought a battle? It would simply be a massacre with a vastly unequal strength.

"We can't give up like this! Even if we die, we'll take as many Tartars as possible down with us!" Liu Zhaoji rallied his spirits and shouted, "All soldiers, listen to my command! Return to the South Gate immediately! If the South Gate cannot be held, use firearms and swords to fight the Tartars in the streets and alleys, and protect the people!"

Liu Zhaoji led his soldiers down the city wall and headed straight for the South Gate, only to find Shi Kefa lying limp on the ground, his neck covered in blood. Shi Dewei stood beside him, a look of grief on his face, holding a knife and crying, "General, the Minister just adopted me as his son. He wanted me to kill him to die for the Ming Dynasty, but I—I trembled when I struck him, and—"

Liu Zhaoji went forward to examine Shi Kefa. His wounds were not fatal, but Shi Kefa had lost a lot of blood and had fainted. He sighed and said, "Take care of him. Actually, we may all meet in the underworld soon." With that, he turned and led his soldiers straight for the South Gate. This was the last time Shi Dewei would ever see him.

Reports of victory poured in from Dodo's camp. The south gate had fallen, and Li Guodong's troops were engaged in a bloody battle with the Ming army at the south gate, quickly gaining control of the situation. The Ming army had been pushed into the inner city, and the Qing army opened the south gate from the inside. He led

a large contingent of troops into the south gate as well. At this time, the city was filled with shouts of battle. Under the stimulating slogan of "ten days to seal the sword," the Qing army displayed their fighting spirit and bestiality to the extreme. What could be more delightful than being given ten days of freedom to indulge in murder and rape in the decadent world of Yangzhou? Many people in Yangzhou were wealthy, which gave them enough time to plunder the rich. After ten days, every Qing soldier could probably be considered a millionaire.

Dodo gazed at the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou: small bridges, flowing water, willow trees, and rows of exquisite high-rise buildings. It was a collection of the best of Jiangnan scenery, something he had never experienced after living in the north for so long. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It was indeed a pity to destroy this prosperous city. But then his heart hardened. All of this was for the eternal glory of the Qing Dynasty. After massacring the city, the resistance of the Han people would be greatly reduced. If all the people in the city were killed, more Han people could be found to move here in the future. In a few decades, who would remember those dead people of Yangzhou?

"Li Chengdong did a good job. He captured Yangzhou in one day. Good! Let his lads have their fun. Tell the Eight Banners soldiers to avoid conflict with Li's men if they encounter them. Don't let a few women or a few pieces of money ruin the harmony," Dodo ordered with a smile.

"Your Highness, we have just captured Shi Kefa and a Ming general. Shi Kefa has a neck injury and it seems he attempted suicide but failed!" Deputy General Tong Tulai escorted the two forward. One of them, wearing an official robe, had a bleeding neck injury; it was Shi Kefa.

Gao Qifeng stepped forward and said, "Minister Shi, surrender! Yangzhou has fallen, what's the use of your persistence? You've done your best. It's not worth dying for such a corrupt and treacherous ruler as the Hongguang court. Surrender to the Qing and you can display your talents."

Shi Kefa was already dazed, but upon hearing Gao Qifeng's words, he struggled a few times and angrily shouted, "Shut up! You traitor! Although I die today, it is for the millions of people of the Ming Dynasty. You willingly become lackeys of the Tartars, harming your own compatriots, and you will be infamous for eternity. The people of the Ming Dynasty will eventually drive you back to your homeland. You will ultimately suffer the same fate as the Mongols. Hurry up and do it, don't offend my ears!"

Gao Qifeng knew that persuasion was useless and could only sigh. Dodo smiled faintly, "So you are Shi Kefa. Indeed, you are a scholar with backbone in the Hongguang court." "It's a pity you don't understand the general trend of the world. Now you are the thieves. You have always looked down on us Manchus, thinking we are barbarians and beasts. But we don't need to learn your Han people's poetry, calligraphy and painting to defeat you and make you flee in a sorry state. In the end, we can enter the pass, become emperors and replace you. You may have backbone, but you are just an incompetent pedant. Compared with Hong Chengchou, you are as incomparable as clouds and mud. My Great Qing has no use for you. Guards, send him on his way."

Shi Dewei, bound like a dumpling, saw his adoptive father about to be killed and shouted angrily, "Tartars, don't kill my adoptive father—"

Shi Kefa said without fear, "Fine, I was prepared to die for the Ming Dynasty. Do it. I have a few letters in my arms. One is for you, and a few are for the Emperor and my family. If you want to kill, kill me alone. Don't kill the people of Yangzhou indiscriminately."

"Oh, you've already written your will? You're definitely going to kill them, but the people of Yangzhou will inevitably have to die with you. You have no right to bargain with me anymore. If you had surrendered, they could have lived. Blame yourself. Do it!" Dodo was too lazy to say anything more to Shi Kefa. Shi Kefa was furious that he refused to give up the massacre and was about to curse when a Qing soldier slashed down with his sword. The blow was swift and decisive, and Shi Kefa's head fell to the ground, blood gushing from his severed neck.

"Father, father, damned Tartars, kill me too!" Shi Dewei cried out in grief.

Li Qifeng stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, this boy—kill him—kill him too."

Dodo glanced at Shi Dewei and thought for a moment, then said, "No need. Spare his life to bury his father's body!" With that, he turned and led his troops into the city without looking back.

"Gather the gunpowder, prepare more muskets and bows and arrows, and completely blockade this street!" Liu Zhaoji ordered his remaining Ming soldiers to concentrate their forces and defend the streets of Yangzhou to the death. In addition to his soldiers, there were thousands of volunteer militiamen. In front of this street was a stone arch bridge seven or eight zhang long and one zhang wide. If the Qing army tried to cross the bridge, they would be killed by the various firearms and arrows of the Ming army on the other side of the street.

The Qing army had just entered the city, and apart from a few scattered soldiers who had not yet assembled and were unfamiliar with the terrain, he still had some time to prepare. However, Liu Zhaoji knew very well that this was nothing more than a desperate struggle like that of a cornered beast. At most, they could only drag some more Qing soldiers down with them. Even the natural barrier of the Yangtze River could not stop the Qing army's attack. How long could a small river and a stone arch bridge in Yangzhou stop them?

Although death was inevitable today, Liu Zhaoji resolved to die a glorious death, making his life worthwhile. Soon, the streets and alleys across the bridge transformed into fortresses. Ming soldiers and militia piled up whatever they could find to form makeshift defenses; even artificial rocks were used to build artificial walls and windowsills. They still possessed hundreds of muskets of varying lengths, hundreds of longbows and crossbows, and tens of thousands of arrows, along with three old Shenwu cannons, six lighter Huzuo cannons, and a number of rockets—enough to inflict considerable casualties on the Qing army.

He wondered how posterity would judge him. After Yangzhou fell, the Qing army could march straight to Nanjing. What would Nanjing choose? Would they fight to the death like him, or would they be terrified by the bloody massacre in Yangzhou and surrender?

Liu Zhaoji's mind conjured up the image of the obese emperor in the Nanjing palace, who resembled a fat pig and often snored loudly during court sessions. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. If he wasn't mistaken, there should only be the second option, right?

Oh well, what future generations would say about him was a matter for later. He only wanted to fight this final battle of his life well. For a warrior, death was a choice between fighting and dying.

"Swoosh!" "Ah—" A sharp arrow rang out, and a Ming soldier on the rooftop tumbled down, struck in the neck. The Qing vanguard had already reached the other side of the stone bridge!

"Don't panic, everyone! Conserve your arrows and ammunition! Don't let the Qing army get close!" Liu Zhaoji shouted. Before he finished speaking, a large number of Qing soldiers surged onto the bridge like a tide. What was even more infuriating was that, judging from their accents, these guys were clearly Han Chinese!

"Fire arrows! Open fire!" In fact, the Ming army had already begun firing arrows and opening fire before Liu Zhaoji even gave the order. Because the Qing soldiers were all crowding together and rushing onto the bridge, even the one-zhang-wide bridge surface suddenly became extremely crowded.

Perhaps they thought that they had already won by entering the city, so they relaxed their vigilance and only thought about seizing the time to kill, rob, and seize women. As a result, as soon as they rushed to the middle of the bridge, they were cut down like straw by the arrows and muskets fired from the opposite bank.

"Damn it, don't push me, back up—ah—."

"Damn it, you stepped on me, oh my god—I'll fuck your mother—."

Dozens of Qing soldiers in front were either dead or wounded and lay on the ground, blocking the middle of the bridge. The Qing soldiers behind could not squeeze through and became live targets, suffering terribly from being shot. Some Qing soldiers tried to climb over the bodies of their fallen comrades, but they were immediately hit by arrows and guns and fell down, making the pile of corpses in the middle of the bridge higher and higher, making it even more difficult to pass.

"Retreat! All of you retreat!" a Qing officer shouted from behind, ordering his men to withdraw from the stone arch bridge. The heavy casualties finally brought a dose of cold water to the feverish soldiers. Although women and wealth might make them fearless, if they were to die on this bridge in such a muddle, there would be nothing left for them to enjoy. The Qing soldiers at the back desperately pushed backward, and quite a few managed to escape back to the other side. However, over a hundred Qing soldiers died on the bridge. Some, though not dead, were severely wounded and unable to get up, or were pinned down by their comrades and unable to move. For a time, screams of agony filled the air.

"Old Wang, save me—I'm not dead yet, my leg is stuck, save me—."

"Third Brother, it's me, Fourth Brother, I've been shot in the stomach, I can't move—save me—" The Qing soldiers who were still alive on the bridge cried out for help to their comrades, but the massacre on the bridge just now had made the Qing soldiers on the other side realize that rushing onto the bridge would only lead to the same fate as them. Although many Qing soldiers couldn't bear to see their comrades suffer, they were unwilling to risk their own lives.

"You traitorous dogs, weren't you so fierce just now? How come you've turned into such a coward now?"

"Bastards, didn't you want to kill us all to curry favor with the Tartars? Now call your Tartar grandpas to save you! Call them now!"

"Hmph, don't waste any more words with these traitors, one arrow will send them to their deaths."

"No, that's too easy on them. Let them die slowly. This is

the fate of being a lackey of the Tartars." The Ming soldiers on the other side of the stone bridge were extremely excited and gratified at the sight of the Qing soldiers who were dying and being wounded on the bridge. After all, the previous battles had been too humiliating, with the Qing army always chasing and beating them. Now, they had finally made the other side suffer a considerable loss.

"Don't be careless. They won't fall for it so easily after suffering a loss. Watch the other side carefully and don't give them any chance to take advantage. Be careful of them diving across the river." Liu Zhaoji was not happy about this small victory. He had only been able to beat the enemy when they were down because of their underestimation of him. Soon, an even fiercer offensive would be coming.

"Sir, these traitors are quite a nuisance, why don't we set them on fire and roast them?" suggested the adjutant beside him. Having fought for many years, he was hardened and knew countless torture methods, having massacred countless prisoners.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you," Liu Zhaoji agreed without objection. Since death was inevitable, seeing these scoundrels burned to death in the most cruel way before dying would be satisfying. The fire would also further hinder the Tartars from crossing the bridge.

The adjutant ordered several barrels of oil to be brought and poured onto the pile of Qing soldiers' corpses in the middle of the bridge. Then they were set ablaze, instantly turning the center of the bridge into a massive inferno.

"Ah, kill me, ah—!"

"It's so hot, ah—no—help me—" Some Qing soldiers who were still alive were squeezed in the pile of corpses and couldn't move, screaming in agony as they were burned. A smell of meat steamed out, which made the Ming soldiers on one side of the bridge cheer loudly, while the Qing soldiers on the other side cursed.

"Damn it, a bunch of idiots, I told you not to be careless." Li Chengdong was shocked and furious when he arrived with his troops and saw this scene. Although the Ming army's small victory could not change the situation, it still made him very angry. "

General, it seems that these guys will not surrender. If we attack them head-on, we will probably suffer heavy casualties. Prince Yu probably ordered us to charge ahead to reduce their casualties." His deputy general Huang Can whispered.

"Hmph, do you think I don't know? But this is the only way to show our loyalty to them. Moreover, the more casualties we suffer at the front, the more we can seize. What is a mere bridge? If they refuse to surrender, we will kill them all." Li Chengdong said through gritted teeth.

"General, the leader of the Zoroastrian Church proposed to join forces with us. What do you think—" Before Huang Can could finish speaking, Li Chengdong shook his head repeatedly and said, "What qualifications do these barbarians from the Western Regions have to join forces with us? I can easily take this place without them. Ignore them. We don't necessarily have to cross the bridge. We can just have some brothers who can swim carry shields and swim across."

The Zoroastrian Church is a group of experts from the Western Regions who recently surrendered to Dorgon. Their leader, the Zoroastrian Church leader, has mastered a peerless fire-based divine skill that can burn gold and melt stone with immense power. The Demon Lord once fought with him and the result was even within a hundred moves. However, it is said that the Demon Lord looked very unwell at the time. His fat face was covered in sweat and his hands were red and swollen. If the other party had not shown mercy, he would have lost very badly.

Dorgon also highly valued this Zoroastrian leader, bringing the Zoroastrian sect with him on this southward journey. The Zoroastrian leader, eager to prove himself, sent someone to discuss a joint attack with Li Chengdong before the fall of Yangzhou, but Li refused.

"Hmph, what use are martial arts masters on the battlefield? Even if they can take on ten men in the martial world, they might not be able to take on five on the battlefield. Battlefield combat and martial arts brawls are completely different," Li Chengdong thought with a cold laugh.

"You stubborn fools who obstruct the heavenly army, today I will tear you to pieces to avenge my sons—" Li Chengdong shouted, spittle flying, as he yelled at the opposite bank of the river while simultaneously directing his troops. The fire in the middle of the bridge was too intense to cross immediately, so hundreds of Qing soldiers, carrying newly found wood and branches, shields in one hand and swords on their backs, jumped into the water and swam towards the other side. The Qing soldiers on the shore provided cover with arrows and bullets.

The Ming army, of course, wouldn't allow the Qing army to use their stone fortifications to block the fire and arrows from the opposite bank. The Ming army unleashed a barrage of arrows and bullets at close range. Although the Qing soldiers were fearless, their movement in the water was hampered. Despite their shields, dozens perished in a short time, their blood staining the water red. However, a dozen or so had already swum to the other side and were climbing back up.

"Pour the oil!" Liu Zhaoji sneered, seeing the triumphant smiles on the Qing soldiers' faces. Dozens of barrels of oil were quickly poured into the river, instantly freezing the smiles of the Qing soldiers in the water—a few torches thrown into the river ignited the oil floating on the surface, turning the already red-stained water into a sea of fire that quickly engulfed the Qing soldiers.

"Ah, fire! Help me!"

"Swim back, swim back!" Water and fire are merciless. No matter how brave the Qing soldiers were, they lost all courage in the face of the fire and frantically swam back. Some were already engulfed in flames and desperately swam back to shore, jumping ashore and rolling around on the ground. But how could this fire be easily extinguished? Even with the help of their comrades, they used mud to put out the fire, but they were already burned to the point of being half dead. For a time, the Qing army camp was filled with cries of despair, while the Ming army's morale soared.

"Damn it, these shameless bastards actually used oil to start a fire!" Li Chengdong was furious. It seemed that it was impossible to take the bridge immediately. With the advantage of numbers, victory was inevitable, but the bridge and the water were now a sea of fire. He could only break through after the fire burned out. Although he had thought of using cannons to bombard the other side, all the heavy cannons were left outside the city because he was in a hurry to enter the city. Where could he find cannons in a short time?

Damn it, if Dodo and his gang saw me in this pathetic state, wouldn't they laugh themselves to death? Although Li Chengdong had wholeheartedly pledged allegiance to the Manchus, deep down he still considered them barbarians. He wouldn't have gone to them unless he was forced to. Now that the Manchus were the strongest, if he wanted to become a high-ranking official and enjoy wealth and glory, his only option was to join them. The Southern Ming, on the other hand, was lifeless and had no chance of winning. He had sacrificed thousands of elite troops to capture Yangzhou, and now he was going to suffer heavy losses on this mere stone bridge. It pained him to see this.

"General Li, this river is not easy to cross. I think you should reconsider my previous suggestion!" A deep voice came from behind Li Chengdong, startling him so much that he drew his sword and turned around.

The first thing he saw was a golden, ferocious mask. Behind the mask was a head of fiery red hair. The person was wearing a fiery red cloak and was at least eight feet tall, exuding a scorching aura. It was none other than the leader of the Fire Worship Cult.

"You—when did you get behind me?" Li Chengdong sheathed his knife, somewhat displeased.

"General Li, please forgive me. I've only just arrived. With your abilities, General Li, you certainly won't be troubled by this mere fire. However, Prince Yu and the others are watching from behind. If they find out about this, I'm afraid—General Li, you won't be able to save face. I'm willing to help General Li break through the defenses quickly," the Fire Worship Cult Leader said in a deep voice.

"Then what do you want?" Li Chengdong didn't believe the other party would be so kind as to help him, so he asked about the other party's conditions directly.

"Heh, General Li, we're not greedy. We only need you to share one-tenth of the spoils with us."

"One-tenth? Only one-tenth?" Li Chengdong asked, somewhat puzzled.

"That's right, only one-tenth. Of course, our Fire Worship Cult also wants to make General Li a friend," the Fire Worship Cult Leader's tone sounded very sincere.

So that's how it is. These Western Region barbarians want me as their backer, Li Chengdong immediately understood.

Although the Zoroastrian sect boasted numerous skilled fighters, their joining the Qing army came too late. The existing Qing forces, however, were clearly hostile towards these newcomers. The three demonic leaders, the Lustful Demon, the Enchanting Demon, and the Blood Demon, were the three disciples of Zhang Ruoshui, the Qing dynasty's Grand Preceptor. They were on good terms with the Qing royal family and nobility. While the Zoroastrian leader's defeat of the Lustful Demon demonstrated his strength, it also offended the narrow-minded fat man, leaving the Zoroastrian sect without a reliable patron.

Unfortunately, Li Chengdong and his group of surrendered generals were also newly recruited into the Qing army. Therefore, the Zoroastrian sect decided to recruit them. After all, Li Chengdong commanded tens of thousands of desperate men, making him a formidable force. Befriending them would give the Zoroastrian sect more leverage in its future missionary work in the Central Plains.

"Alright, Master, you're a man of few words. Today, I, Li, will consider you my friend." Li Chengdong originally looked down on martial artists, but now he considered his own situation. Having the Zoroastrian masters on his side would be beneficial, and cooperation was the best outcome. Even if they turned against each other in the future, that was a matter for the future.

"I'll first remove this fire obstacle from General Li's path," the Zoroastrian Master said, then slowly walked onto the bridge, stepping into the raging flames, leaving the Qing and Ming soldiers stunned.

"Haha, is that Tartar crazy? He's actually walking into the fire!"

"Is he in a hurry to be reincarnated, or has he gone mad with fear? Does he think he's indestructible?"

The Ming soldiers laughed and cursed, clearly having no doubt that the idiot walking into the fire was doomed.

However, at that moment, a strange thing happened. The flames on the bridge seemed to come alive and all converged towards the center. The flames were continuously compressed, revealing a large pile of charred corpses in the middle of the bridge. Finally, the flames transformed into a fireball with a diameter of ten feet, and within the fireball, the figure of a person appeared!

Then, something even more incredible happened: the flames on the water below the bridge were also sucked into the fireball on the bridge. This strange sight left the Ming and Qing troops on both banks dumbfounded.

"Sorcery! It's sorcery! There's a sorcerer on the Qing side!" a Ming soldier shouted.

"Use the muskets! Use the muskets to kill him!" Liu Zhaoji was also stunned by the sight before him, but he quickly recovered and ordered the firing. Bows and arrows were probably useless against this guy, but he still believed that flesh and blood could not withstand the power of muskets. He had once easily killed a Qing army expert who had practiced the Iron Shirt Thirteen Bodyguards with a musket.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Ming soldiers, still shaken, managed to control their fear and opened fire with their muskets at the figure in the firelight. Hundreds of iron bullets were aimed directly at one person, which would normally have torn that person to pieces.

However, the iron bullets, initially barely visible to the naked eye, slowed down as they approached the fireball surrounding the Fire Worshipper. By the time they were three feet away from him, they were crawling like tortoises, and by the time they were a foot away, the hundred iron bullets had completely stopped moving.

Suddenly, the flames protecting the Fire Worshipper turned white, and the hundred bluish-black iron bullets instantly turned bright red. Then, the round, bright red iron bullets rapidly turned into a bright red liquid, began to gather together, writhing and changing shape, sometimes elongating, sometimes rounding!

"Sorcery! He's an unkillable monster!" The Ming soldiers, who had just been in high spirits, were almost driven to the brink of mental collapse by this bizarre scene. How could they possibly fight against a monster that even muskets couldn't kill and that could turn hundreds of iron bullets into molten steel?

"Die!" The leader of the Fire Worship Cult roared, and the molten steel in front of him transformed into countless scorching fireballs that shot straight at the Ming soldiers. The fireballs were incredibly powerful and had already pierced through dozens of men in an instant. The morale of the Ming soldiers immediately collapsed.

"Run! Run! It's a monster!" The Ming soldiers threw down their weapons and fled in panic. Liu Zhaoji killed several deserters, but to no avail. In truth, at this desperate point, the Ming soldiers had little fighting spirit left. Their morale had only been rekindled by the near-massacre at the stone bridge. But after encountering this monstrous Fire Worshipper who displayed invulnerability to weapons and was engulfed in flames, their fighting spirit crumbled like a fragile stack of blocks.

It was over. The anticipated fierce battle seemed impossible. Liu Zhaoji smiled bitterly, drew his sword, and no longer blocked the deserters, heading straight for the Fire Worshipper.

The Fire Worshipper, recognizing the Ming general, naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to kill him. With a flick of his right hand, a fiery serpent shot towards Liu Zhaoji.

At this moment, two swordsmen dressed as Ming soldiers suddenly leaped out from behind Liu Zhaoji. Their swords clashed, creating a screen of light that shattered the fire snake. However, the two men were also forced back several steps, their sword-wielding hands trembling.

"Oh, you two are quite capable to withstand one of my attacks without dropping your weapons. May I ask who you two are?" The Fire Worship Cult Leader was quite surprised that his attack, though only using half his strength, had been withstood.

"Hmph, you are not worthy to know who we are. You dog thief, if you want to harm General Liu, you'll have to get past us first," the swordsman on the left sneered. He was a cold-faced young man in his thirties, while the swordsman on the right, who appeared to be in his twenties with delicate features, was actually a woman upon closer inspection.

"Gentlemen, you should leave quickly. Alliance Leader Qi ordered you to protect me, but now the situation is hopeless, so you don't need to worry about me anymore," Liu Zhaoji shouted. These two were Wang Jie and Zhao Yanling, the "Diancang Twin Swords" under Qi Yun'ao. Their combined swordsmanship was very famous in the Southern martial arts world. Qi Yun'ao once said that it would take him at least fifty moves to break their combined swordsmanship. This time, he sent the two disguised as Ming soldiers to protect Liu Zhaoji. Seeing that the Fire Worship Sect was going to take Liu Zhaoji's life, the two naturally stepped in to save him.

"Brother Jie, you should protect General Liu and leave first. I'll hold him off." Zhao Yanling knew that she had already barely managed to withstand one of the Fire Worship Cult Leader's attacks. The twin swords they used were peerless divine weapons forged from North Sea cold iron and the essence of five metals, but that clash had left her feeling the sword hilts burning hot, almost unable to hold them. At the same time, she felt her internal organs burning and her arms aching and numb. She knew that the difference in skill between her and her opponent was too great, and she only hoped that her husband could escape with Liu Zhaoji.

"Yanling, what are you saying? You should take General Liu away. I can withstand twenty of his attacks without any problem." Although Wang Jie said this, he knew in his heart that even if the two of them joined forces, it would be very difficult to withstand twenty attacks from the Fire Worship Cult Leader.

"Cult Leader, kill this man, but don't kill that woman. Leave her for us." Li Chengdong's lewd laughter came from behind the Fire Worship Cult Leader.

Li Chengdong was truly astonished by the fact that the Fire Worship Cult Leader's martial arts were so superb. Even muskets seemed like toys to him. This man was as strong as a demon, and forming an alliance with him would be of great benefit to his future. However, upon seeing that Zhao Yanling was quite beautiful, he was immediately overcome with lust.

"Bah, you traitorous dog!" Zhao Yanling was a chaste young woman and could not tolerate such an insult. She gritted her teeth and thrust her sword at the Fire Worship Cult Leader like a storm. Wang Jie, not wanting his wife to face this powerful enemy alone, dodged to the left and thrust at the Fire Worship Cult Leader from the side. Although Liu Zhaoji's martial arts were not high, he was prepared to die and naturally would not back down, swinging his sword straight at his opponent.

"Fine, none of you are afraid of death, I'll grant your wish." Two beams of red light shot from the eyes beneath the Fire Worship Cult Leader's mask. His palms unleashed a torrent of scorching white light that rushed towards the three. The swords in the hands of the Wang couple quickly turned crimson, gradually bending and melting under the intense heat of the white light. Liu Zhaoji couldn't even get close; he felt as if a giant furnace was burning him, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. His beard and eyebrows seemed to be on fire, and his armor seemed about to melt away.

With a deafening roar, the powerful white flames completely engulfed the three. Before the flames swallowed him, Wang Jie hoarsely shouted, "Phoenix Undying Body—!"

After the white light faded, the Fire Worship Cult Leader was seen clutching the unconscious Zhao Yanling. A large, circular crater, about ten feet in size, lay before him, surrounded by scorched, dark red earth. Wang Jie and Liu Zhaoji had vanished without a trace.

The Phoenix Undying Body was the unparalleled divine skill of the Sword God Feng Wutian, who used it and his peerless swordsmanship to dominate the world. But why has this unparalleled skill appeared on the body of the Fire Worship Cult Leader today? Regardless, the last organized resistance of the Ming army in Yangzhou has collapsed. With the help of the Fire Worship Cult Leader, Li Chengdong quickly broke through the Ming army's defenses at the stone arch bridge and killed Liu Zhaoji, causing the Ming army's morale to collapse. The Qing army surged across the stone bridge like a tide and began to slaughter and rape indiscriminately. No one could stop their "Ten-Day Sword Sealing" anymore.

"Hmm—" "Hmm—" Ziyan on the bed was still in a semi-conscious state, moaning softly. The strong aphrodisiac was taking effect in her body, making it impossible for her to gather internal energy. The unbearable itching on the soles of her feet made her kick desperately.

"You little slut, your hooves are really strong!" Ruoguo cursed through gritted teeth, one hand gripping the toe of Ziyan's boot tightly while the other lifted her heel, pulling upwards. Finally, the boot began to loosen and slide upwards little by little.

With a "thud," one of Ziyan's snow-white boots finally left her jade-like foot and landed in Ruyi's hand. Her bare foot, without socks, had its five toes curled up and pulled back.

"What are you trying to do, you little slut?" Ruyi cursed, grabbing Ziyan's bare foot and pulling it back forcefully. She felt it was soft and boneless, but she didn't notice that the sole of her foot was covered with red spots. The medicine applied inside the boot had seeped into Ziyan's foot. If she used the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill," she could force the poison out, but now that the lustful poison in her body was acting up, how could she possibly use her skills to expel it?

At this moment, Ziyan seemed to have entered a state of intense sexual arousal. Saliva kept dripping from the corners of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and her small hands frantically scratched at the sheets. Gushes of lustful fluid gushed from between her legs as if out of control. Her originally crystal-clear face had turned blood red, and she was moaning lewdly, "I want—Brother Qin—give it to me—please give it to me—."

"You little slut, you're so damn slutty. You always pretend to be a chaste heroine, but now that the city has fallen, aren't you just going to let the Tartars fuck you to death? I might as well teach you a few tricks to please them and maybe you can survive and get more rewards." Ruyi heard the shouts of killing in the city getting louder and clearly understood that the situation was hopeless.

"Damn it, Shi Kefa is such a good-for-nothing, all he does is boast. And yet, Yangzhou fell into the hands of these Tartars so quickly. Before, some people said he had extraordinary talent, that as long as he guarded Yangzhou, we'd be safe. I actually believed them!" Ruyi cursed as she stripped off her white robe, half-undone trousers, and boot from her other foot.

Ziyan's naked skin was as white and tender as a peeled egg, making Ruyi a little jealous. Just by looking at her, Ruyi could tell Ziyan hadn't suffered much hardship. And what about herself? Although she dressed quite well on the surface, she was still tortured to death by unpleasant guests. Even if some high-ranking official took a liking to her and redeemed her to become their concubine, others would always see her only as a prostitute. Who would truly respect her?

"You slut, you wanted to be wild? I'll let you have your fill!" Ruyi jumped onto the bed, forcefully spreading Ziyan's jade legs apart. One hand began to vigorously dig into her overflowing vulva, pinching and twisting the fleshy bud, which was already as thick as a little finger, with two fingers.

"Ugh—" The usually dignified and virtuous Ziyan was now completely surrounded by the fire of lust. The desire in her lower abdomen felt like it was about to burst out. She arched her body and convulsed desperately, while Ruyi's finger was already inserted straight into her vagina, the tip of her nail scraping against the vaginal wall, bringing her both ecstasy and pain.

"Haha, is it fun, you slut? Oh, still a virgin? Hmph, that's rare. You really are a lady from a good family. Your life is better than mine. My first time was taken by a butcher. If you had your virginity taken by a Tartar, you would have been in unbearable pain. I'm soft-hearted, so I'll break it for you first." Ruyi's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she forcefully inserted her finger to pierce Ziyan's hymen.

"Hmm—hmm—" Ziyan felt a sharp pain in her lower body. She felt her life was threatened. Suddenly, her internal energy surged, and a stream of vaginal fluid shot out, forcefully pushing Ruyi's finger out of her vagina.

"Ouch, what happened—" Ruyi felt an intense pain in her fingertip and before she could understand what was happening, another stream of vaginal fluid spurted out, hitting her chest and knocking her against the wall behind her. She fainted on the spot. If Ziyan's internal energy hadn't weakened at this moment, that blow would have been enough to break several of her sternums.

"Oh—oh—oh—" Ziyan moaned wantonly on the bed, spurting out more than a dozen streams of semen. The intense lust within her seemed to gradually subside, and her mind seemed to recover somewhat.

What just happened? I—I think I was ambushed by that bitch Li Pan'er, and then what happened?

Ah! My clothes! Ziyan suddenly realized that she was completely naked, her vulva swollen and painful. She was shocked and angry, but her whole body was weak as if her bones had been removed. To make matters worse, the soles of her feet were itchy. Fortunately, there was no bleeding from her crotch, so she should still be a virgin.

Oh no, I'm poisoned! I—I have to force the poison out quickly and leave here. The shouts and screams of battle in Yangzhou City were deafening. Ziyan understood that the Qing army had already entered the city. Even if she forced out the poison now, where could she escape to? But she was unwilling to give up and wait for death. She struggled to sit up and barely managed to use the remaining internal energy in her dantian to expel the poison from the soles of her feet.

Ziyan had originally wanted to die with Qin Wen in Yangzhou, but now Qin Wen had betrayed Alliance Leader Qi and sided with the Tartars. The reason he did this was that he wanted to live with her. Thinking of this, Ziyan felt a pang of sorrow. Had she harmed both him and herself? Her master, now devoid of emotion and desire, single-mindedly seeking immortality, had suffered too much emotional pain. Was her choice ultimately wrong?

Ziyan had originally wanted to die with Qin Wen, but his betrayal had utterly disappointed her, and also her own love. Yan'e didn't care that Qin Wen had betrayed his country and sided with the succubus Li Pan'er; did this mean her love for Qin Wen was deeper? Perhaps she should just let them be together.

Thinking this, a strong will to live surged within Ziyan. She didn't want to die here. Looking back, her initial desire to die with Qin Wen seemed utterly ridiculous. She had to leave Yangzhou alive and return to Xingyue Palace; that should be her home!

Except for a few Ming soldiers still putting up a last-ditch effort, most of the resistance within the city had ceased. Qing soldiers began to pounce on the lambs to the slaughter like wolves. Screams, women's screams, and maniacal laughter echoed through the streets and alleys. In a forest a hundred miles away from Yangzhou, two masters were engaged in a fierce battle. Several corpses lay on the ground, clearly the victims of their earlier clash.

"Tang Feibao, I'm going to Yangzhou today to kill the Tartars! Why are you, you mad dog, bothering me? Do you think Tianque Fort is without men?" roared a middle-aged man wielding a long sword.

"Xin Li, I'm also going to Yangzhou to kill the Tartars today. Others may fear your Tianque Fortress, but I don't. Three years ago, you severed both arms of my second brother. Today, I'll take your dog's life first before I go kill the Tartars!" Tang Feibao, dressed in black with bloodshot eyes, launched various hidden weapons incessantly. Some flew straight, some curved, and some even spun, displaying a dazzling array of techniques. However, Xin Li wielded his sword flawlessly, like a halo, blocking all the hidden weapons outside his sword circle.

"Hmph, your second brother is all talk and no action, daring to offend me. I've already shown him great mercy by sparing his life. Today, you dare to ambush me here and kill my fellow disciples. I'll cut off your limbs and make you crawl back to Sichuan bit by bit!" Xin Li's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his sword unleashed a series of rapid thrusts. Tang Feibao's martial arts were clearly inferior to his opponent's, and in the blink of an eye, he was struck by several swords, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ah—" Tang Feibao staggered back several steps, his face deathly pale. Xin Li grinned smugly, suddenly Tang Feibao flicked his wrist, a silver-white light slashing straight at Xin Li.

"Still trying to struggle in your death throes?" Xin Li sneered, waving his sword to deflect the white light, but unexpectedly, several steel nails shot out from the center of the light, striking him squarely in the chest.

"Ah—" Xin Li screamed, clutching his chest and doubled over. Tang Feibao laughed loudly, "You dog, you've been hit by my Soul-Chasing Nails, even a god couldn't save you. Today, I'll make you pay for this in blood—ah—."

Just as Tang Feibao was feeling smug, he suddenly felt a chill on his right arm. His entire right arm had been severed by his opponent. Xin Li's movements were lightning fast, showing no signs of poisoning. Then, three more sword strikes chopped off Tang Feibao's other three limbs, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Ah—you—you've been hit by my Soul-Chasing Nails—why—why—" Tang Feibao's face contorted in pain, but he still couldn't understand why Xin Li was unharmed after being hit by his deadly poisonous Soul-Chasing Nails.

"Hahaha, you bunch of rats only know how to scheme against others, but I was prepared, so I'll let you die knowing why—" Xin Li pulled open his front of his robe, revealing a red inner armor.

"Ah—this is—Tianque Fortress's—Fire Scale Armor—" Tang Feibao glared at Xin Li with resentment. This Fire Scale Armor was said to be a precious armor made from the scales of a beast from the Western Regions, killed by a senior of Tianque Fortress. It was impervious to swords and spears, and water and fire. He never expected that Xin Li would actually wear this armor. Although Tang Feibao knew that Xin Li was the beloved son of Xin Wanlei, the lord of Tianque Fortress, he never expected that Xin Wanlei would give him his personal ancestral armor.

"You scoundrel, now you understand? You think you can fight me with your bunch of Sichuan barbarians? I originally only wanted to break your limbs and spare your dog's life, but now I've changed my mind. Today I'm going to eliminate you completely so you can't crawl back to the Tang Clan in Sichuan and come looking for trouble again." Xin Li stepped forward, pointed the tip of his sword at Tang Feibao's heart, and shouted, "Alright, what else do you have to say? Speak up now, or I'll send you to your death."

"I—I—go to hell—" Tang Feibao unexpectedly opened his mouth and shot a dozen teeth covered in black blood straight at Xin Li's face. Although Xin Li's martial arts were high, he never expected that Tang Feibao, with all four limbs broken, could use such a move. He couldn't dodge in time and was immediately shot into his face by several poisonous teeth.

"Ah—no—ah—ah—" Xin Li's face turned purplish-black in an instant. He felt the poison rapidly invading his brain, and everything went black before his eyes. His heart was filled with extreme resentment and regret. If he had killed Tang Feibao with a single sword strike earlier, he wouldn't have been ambushed by him in this final move. Although he could no longer see, he still reached into his robes and frantically pulled out some antidote pills, throwing them into his mouth, hoping to suppress the poison.

"Hahaha—now you know how powerful our Tang Clan is in its 'last glorious moment,' right? Don't even think about being able to cure this poison. There is no cure for this poison—hahaha—Second brother, I—I have avenged you—" Tang Feibao saw Xin Li's pathetic state as he sat cross-legged on the ground, his face purplish-black, desperately trying to expel the poison. He felt a surge of pleasure, then his body convulsed, and a spurt of black blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

He had already committed suicide. At this moment, Xin Li was in unbearable pain. Black blood began to seep from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Although he had taken a large amount of the sect's antidote, he was still unable to suppress the spread of the poison. Death from the poison was only a matter of time.

"I—I don't want to die—I don't want to die here—I still want to go to Yangzhou to kill the Tartars and become famous throughout the world—I—I—" Xin Li tried to stand up but found that his limbs were numb, and the long sword in his hand had fallen somewhere.

Just then, a large rock a dozen feet away suddenly turned around, and a gray-clad youth carrying a piece of cloth tiptoed over. The large rock was actually a disguise he had made with the cloth!

The youth walked up to Xin Li, picked up his long sword, and saw that the blade was completely free of blood and exuded a chilling aura, clearly indicating that it was a superior sword. He couldn't help but swallow, then looked at Xin Li sitting on the ground, trembling and bleeding from all seven orifices, and with a swift stroke, beheaded him.

"Hero Xin, Hero Tang, you both wanted to go to Yangzhou to kill the Tartars, but unfortunately you've already turned on each other before even reaching Yangzhou. Now look at this mess. Sigh, anyway, you don't need all these weapons, armor, and hidden weapons, so you might as well let me have them. At least I can use them to help you kill a few more Tartars. Once I kill that Tartar prince, Dodo, hehe, I'll be famous throughout the world. My senior sister will love me to death!" The young man excitedly collected what he needed from the corpses on the ground, while a long, rectangular box was slung over his back, its contents unknown.

As night fell, the young man buried several corpses and then lay reclining on a tree trunk, deep in thought.

Today I've learned something new. No matter how long I spend in the Star Moon Palace or how many classic texts I learn, nothing compares to experiencing the bloody realities of the martial world firsthand. If Tang Feibao had shot Xin Li in the face earlier, he could have killed him. Xin Li, protected by his armor, could have survived, but he was too overconfident and underestimated his already crippled opponent, resulting in him being poisoned. In the martial world, the worst thing you can do is talk too much and act too slowly before killing. Often, a moment of overconfidence gives the opponent a chance to retaliate. This is a lesson I must learn. After all, you only have one life, and there's no going back. My Five Elements Eight Trigrams Formation and the Qiankun Reversal Formation should have been broken by my senior sister by now, right? She'll probably catch up in half a day. I'll rest here for an hour before leaving. Thinking this, the young man closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature plummeted. The young man shuddered and abruptly opened his eyes, only to see a white figure standing six zhang away from him, like an ice and snow sprite.

"Ah—Senior Sister Liu—you—you—" The boy was so shocked that he jumped more than three feet high, but then several acupoints on his body felt cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body seemed to be frozen stiff.

A delicate silver boot stomped heavily on his chest, causing him to roll his eyes back and scream in agony: "Senior Sister Liu—uh—have mercy—!"

"How dare you leave the palace without permission and set up so many formations to deal with me! I am now the acting sect leader; I have the right to take your life on behalf of my master." A cold, almost emotionless, clear voice rang out.

The young man trembled as he raised his head. Before him stood a woman in a plain white dress, veiled in a white gauze. Even through the veil, her beautiful facial features were faintly discernible, but her ethereal, moon-goddess-like aura prevented any thought of desecration.

Seeing his dream lover appear, the young man was filled with both joy and fear. He was joyful to see his beloved again, but fearful that she was about to unleash her "trampling technique."

"No—Senior Sister Liu—listen to me, I actually want to broaden my horizons. I've been in the palace for so many years and learned so many skills. The Tartars are coming south to destroy the legitimate Han dynasty. We, the martial arts practitioners— ugh—" The young man seemed full of enthusiasm, but he only felt a slight pressure on his chest from the silver boot and was immediately in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Enough nonsense. You call yourself a martial arts practitioner? You can't even cultivate internal energy and you want to kill Tartars? I'm afraid you'll lose your life as soon as you encounter a Tartar. Rather than let you disgrace our Star Moon Palace, I'd rather finish you off here today so you don't suffer in the hands of those Tartars," the woman in white sneered.

The boy's face paled instantly. His dantian, damaged since childhood, was nearly incurable, preventing him from cultivating any internal energy techniques. Every attempt to circulate his qi in his dantian brought excruciating pain. Although the Star Moon Palace possessed countless miraculous pills and top-tier medical texts, and despite his extensive reading and advanced medical skills, he could not cure himself—his greatest regret.

"Alas," he thought, "though I cannot cultivate internal energy, my skills in divination, traps, and hidden weapons are not useless. Why does my senior sister always ignore me and treat me so coldly? She was so kind to me when we were little. It's all because of that monster master, Liu Aoxue, who didn't want to be human but wanted to ascend to godhood, and ended up raising my senior sister to be like her. She's always cold and hurtful, saying things that wound one's self-esteem. But once I kill Senior Sister Duoduo, she'll understand that I am the true hero, and she'll naturally throw herself at me and offer her virginity."

"Senior Sister Liu, you—you may do it. To die beneath your jade feet, I—I would die content." Tears streamed down the young man's face, but he was certain his senior sister wouldn't kill him. He was confident his superb acting skills would warm her cold heart. Sure

enough, the woman in white lifted her jade feet, gazed at the young man, and then bent down to remove his shirt. The young man was overjoyed. Could it be that his senior sister had finally succumbed to her lust and wanted to give herself to him right here? Haha, his long-held dream was finally about to come true. What was so great about being the sect leader? It would be better to wander the world with me and be a pair of immortal lovers, making that old hag Liu Aoxue furious.

Just as the young man was lost in his daydreams, the woman in white suddenly flicked the Fire Scale Armor on his chest with her jade-like finger and coldly said, "No wonder it feels different when you step on it. So you're wearing a precious armor. It's the Fire Scale Armor from Tianque Fortress?

I didn't expect even the experts from Tianque Fortress would fall into your hands?"

"No, no—Senior Sister Liu, I didn't harm the people from Tianque Fortress. They were fighting with the Tang Clan, and I just picked up some scraps for self-defense. How can this Fire Scale Armor compare to the 'Hundred Battles Immortal Robe' that Master passed down to you?" The young man looked at the beautiful, slender feet encased in silver boots and imagined how perfect his senior sister's soft, jade-like feet were. If only he could hold them in his hands and caress them—this thought had surged into the young man's mind countless times. Unfortunately, he didn't have the courage. These jade feet that haunted her dreams always brought him endless pain and trampling.

"Since you have no ability, why did you sneak out of the palace? Master is in seclusion practicing martial arts, and I am acting as the sect leader. Junior Sister Ziyan secretly left the palace to help resist the Qing in Yangzhou. Originally, I didn't want to get involved, but if she falls into the hands of the Tartars and is raped by them, it will greatly damage the reputation of my Star Moon Palace. In order to protect the reputation of my palace, I have no choice but

to leave the palace and capture you and him. Don't have any illusions that you can trap me with a few peach wood flag formations. I have seen through these tricks." The woman in white was still as cold as ice, but she was thinking to herself: I heard that the leader of the Western Region Fire Worship Cult has surrendered to the Qing army, and the divine skill he uses can melt gold and boil stone. It seems to be the divine skill of the Phoenix's immortal body. That person has been missing for many years. I wonder if Master still remembers him. Perhaps I can find out the whereabouts of that person from the Fire Worship Cult leader. And the mystery of my own background can only be solved by finding him.

With a "smack!", a book fell from the boy's arms. The woman in white, startled, instinctively used her strength to pull the book into her own. Seeing the words "Yin Yang Harmony and Essence Absorption Technique" on the cover, she froze, her body trembling slightly.

"Junior brother, you've made great progress! You're actually practicing such an evil technique that the world cannot tolerate, one that harms women? Do you intend to use this method of absorbing women's yin essence to cure your incurable dantian disease?" The woman in white laughed, but her laughter was chillingly menacing.

"Ah—, Senior Sister Liu, I recently killed a scoundrel from the Harmony Cult and got this from him. I was just curious; I wanted to find the flaws in this shameless and evil technique to rid the martial world of these shameless lechers—I—" The boy's face changed drastically as he tried to explain, but the price he paid was a hard slap across his face with the entire "Yin Yang Harmony and Essence Absorption Technique" manual, followed by three consecutive heavy kicks to his face.

"Ah—Senior Sister Liu, spare me—" A pitiful cry echoed through the forest—the boy, bruised and battered, lay sprawled on a rock, his pressure points sealed, while the woman in white sat seated on a large rock, meditating intently. Watching her sacred and dignified beauty in meditation, the boy, still rekindled by the brutal kicks, felt his lust rising again.

Heh heh, a beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love; the closer the affection, the harder the kicks. Senior Sister kicks me so hard because she loves me. Senior Sister Ziyan is quite beautiful too, though not as much as Senior Sister Liu, she's still a great beauty. If I can be a hero and save her this time, maybe she'll repay me with her virginity, and I'll marry Senior Sister Liu, with Senior Sister Ziyan as my concubine. The other senior and junior sisters in the palace are quite nice too, heh heh. That worst, most vicious old hag, Liu Aoxue, only deserves to be his youngest concubine, preferably stripped naked and whipped every day—how satisfying!

Imagining a future filled with beautiful women and boundless happiness, the young man chuckled lewdly, and soon a small tent pitched between his legs.

The woman in white flicked her middle finger, and a blast of icy energy shot out, striking the young man's bulging "treasure" directly in the crotch, instantly freezing the burning flesh into an icicle.

"Ugh—Senior sister, spare me—I'm frozen—" The young man's screams became even more shrill, but a faint smile appeared on the woman in white's lips, which she quickly suppressed.

With her lightness skill, it would only take her a day to reach Yangzhou with him, but would taking this boy with no internal energy be a burden? And leaving him here after sealing his pressure points wouldn't be appropriate either. Well, she could only take it one step at a time, hoping that this trip to Yangzhou would rescue her junior sister Ziyan and find the Fire Worship Cult Leader.

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