The Legend of Condor Heroes: The Three Immortals of the Martial World [The End]

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On a desolate, ancient mountain ridge, sparsely populated, sat an old monk with a long beard, well past his hundred years, and a robust middle-aged monk, both seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, remaining silent for a long time.
Suddenly, the mournful cawing of crows echoed outside the temple. The old monk slowly opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged monk, and said,
“A calamity! My time has come. The one thing I worry about most in this world is you, young man. I have passed on all my hidden skills to you. If it weren’t for this old man keeping you in check all these years, with your personality, you would have turned the martial world upside down.”
After speaking, the old monk closed his eyes again, as if his words had not come from him, completely like a sleeping man.
At this moment, the middle-aged monk, after the old monk closed his eyes, immediately revealed a cunning expression. He pouted and, looking like a mischievous child, said to the old monk,
"Old man, you're making me sound like a jinx! I've been with you since I was a child. What earth-shattering events? I only punished a few petty thieves, and you make me sound like a demon king. Alright, considering you're about to leave, I won't hold it against you. Speak, what other nonsense do you have to say? I'll just bear with it and listen until you're done. After you're gone, I'll pack you up with some straw mats and throw you into the back mountain to feed the dogs!"
Good heavens! What kind of language is this? Is this what a disciple should say to his master? The old monk seemed not to respond to the middle-aged monk's words at all. The two sat facing each other for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before the old monk opened his eyes again.
"Compassion, salvation, and the benefit of the martial arts world; South China Sea, Zhang Sanfeng, and the annihilation of Yin and Yang." The old monk uttered these two nonsensical words before closing his eyes forever. The middle-aged monk, who had
previously appeared carefree and cynical, now had tears streaming down his face. Who says men don't cry? It's just that they haven't reached the point of deep sorrow. Although Tianjie Monk's words were so disrespectful, in his heart, the old monk was like his own father. He felt he hadn't done enough to love and respect him, and his words were simply to appease the old monk's habits.
At this moment, Tianjie slowly stood up, his strong arms lifting the deceased old monk, placing him in the coffin he had prepared beforehand. After closing the coffin lid, Tianjie gently lifted the hundred-pound coffin onto his shoulder, step by step walking out the door towards the grave he had already dug for his most beloved master.
Having finished handling his master's funeral arrangements, the monk Tianjie donned the only robe his master had left him, grasped a hundred-pound demon-subduing pestle, and left the ancient temple, heading towards the Central Plains martial arts world he had never set foot in before.
Xiangyang City, a crucial border town, was bustling with people fleeing their homes due to the war during the early Song Dynasty. The general in charge of the defense was surnamed Zhao, a distant relative of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. As the saying goes, "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," and this Zhao general thus secured a lucrative position on the border. The way the soldiers at the city gates extorted money from the returning civilians revealed just how much he had amassed.
To return home, the people, though resentful of the soldiers' insatiable demands like bandits, mostly swallowed their anger and contributed their remaining possessions in order to enter the city sooner.
Just then, a fight broke out at the city gate. A dozen soldiers, armed with swords and spears, surrounded a man, a woman, and a little girl. The surrounded man shouted,
"Why should we give you our possessions? Is there no law? We are Han Chinese, your compatriots! Why should we be extorted by you scum when we want to enter the city? Your actions are even more despicable than the bandits beyond the Great Wall! You want me, Wang Dawang, to give you money? Don't even think about it!"
After speaking, Wang Dawang drew his sword, showing he was also skilled in martial arts.
At this moment, a high-ranking officer stepped out from among the soldiers. He gave Wang Dawan's beautiful wife a sinister look, then, in a shrill, murderous voice, said to Wang Dawan:
"You little rascal, you've got some nerve, trying to break the rules here! You can enter the city, but first leave your valuables behind. This is General Zhao's order. Judging by your disobedience, you might be a spy sent by the enemy. Men! Seize them! We're going to interrogate them properly."
As soon as the officer finished speaking, a dozen soldiers rushed forward. Even a fierce tiger can't fight a horde of monkeys; in no time, Wang Dawan and his wife were captured. Then the officer who had spoken earlier said again:
"Guards, take this spy to the dungeon to await my judgment. As for this woman, bring her to my residence; I'll have a thorough interrogation of her. Hehehe..." After speaking, the general revealed a lewd smile as he looked at Wang Dawan's wife.
And so, Wang Dawan and his wife were taken away separately, leaving only Wang Dawan's daughter sitting in the crowd, wailing loudly. Although the people in the crowd felt very sad, no one wanted to suffer the same fate as Wang Dawan, so they could only let the little girl cry alone.
The monk Tianjie quickly arrived outside Xiangyang City. He saw a long line of people at the city gate and, just as he was wondering what was going on, his keen ears caught the sound of a girl crying: "You bad people, give me back my parents! Waaah...waaah...my parents...you bad people...waaah..."
Hearing the little girl's cries from inside the city gate, but seeing no one comforting her, Tianjie, driven by curiosity, used his "Shrinking Shadow" lightness skill. In a flash, he was inside the city, beside the little girl... What changes will Tianjie's appearance bring to Xiangyang City? Will he rid the people of this scourge and rescue Wang Dawan and his wife? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.
(2) In the room of the Deputy Marshal's mansion, Wang Dawan's wife, Yan Yuhua, was found with her hands and feet bound tightly. Standing in front of her was Deputy Marshal Lao Zhuge, who was naked from the waist up and lewdly staring at the only thing Yan Yuhua was wearing: a bodice and underpants. Yan Yuhua's face was covered with tears, and her mouth was bound between her lips with a white cloth, preventing her from crying out. This white cloth was also used to prevent her from biting her tongue and committing suicide.
At this moment, Lao Zhuge groped and kneaded Yan Yuhua's body, leering at her as he said, "Sister-in-law Wang, seeing you with tears streaming down your face breaks my heart. Besides, Wang Dawan's life is in danger now. Why don't you come with me, Sister-in-law Wang? I'll definitely take good care of you. Heh...heh...oh, look at your smooth, tender skin, it's making my heart itch, heh...heh..."
Lao Zhuge leered at Yan Yuhua, forcing her to come with him, his hands never stopping. Even though Yan Yuhua kept trying to dodge, she couldn't escape his lecherous advances. Yan Yuhua shook her head violently, strongly indicating that she would never go with Lao Zhuge.
Seeing Yan Yuhua's stubbornness, Lao Zhuge's anger flared. He grabbed the only thing Yan Yuhua was wearing—her undergarment—and with a "whoosh," tore it open. Her breasts, hidden within the undergarment, sprang out, making Lao Zhuge's lustful eyes nearly bulge out, and his mouth water. In the dark,
damp torture chamber, the pitiful Wang Dawan was bound to the wall, covered in blood. The tendons in his hands and feet had been severed, his eyes gouged out, and his glans cut off. If it weren't for the slight movement in his body, one could easily think he was dead.
At this moment, the jailer, who was administering the torture, said viciously to the barely recognizable Wang Dawan, "Wang Dawan, don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for being blind and angering our inhuman and lecherous deputy marshal. Besides, your little wife is so beautiful, there's no way you can live. If you feel wronged, go complain to the King of Hell!"
As soon as the jailer finished speaking, the short blade in his hand plunged into Wang Dawan's heart. Poor Wang Dawan died unjustly in this merciless torture chamber.
A dark figure flew into the military camp. The guards shouted loudly, and more than a hundred soldiers armed with spears surrounded the newcomer. They then saw that the newcomer was a fat monk.
"You audacious bald thief, what brings you into the military camp in the middle of the night? Surrender and capture him at once!" the leading officer shouted at the fat monk.
This fat monk was none other than the righteous and courageous Tianjie Monk himself. He gripped his hundred-pound demon-subduing pestle in his right hand and held Wang Dawan's daughter, "Wenwen," in his left, facing the hundreds of soldiers with the imposing presence of an Arhat, showing no fear whatsoever.
At this moment, the monk Tianjie spoke up: "I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm just here to help this little girl find her parents. If you're willing to reunite her family, then I'll spare her life. Hey! Leader, quickly bring the little girl's parents to me. Do you hear me?"
The monk Tianjie's voice, as loud as a bell, deafened the soldiers present. Even the leading officer was forced to take several steps back, hastily retreating behind the soldiers. He then ordered all the soldiers to seize the monk Tianjie. So all the soldiers drew their swords and spears and surrounded the monk Tianjie, who swung his demon-subduing pestle to meet the attacking soldiers.
And so, a bloody battle began... Tears welled up in Yan Yuhua's eyes, and a "woo-woo" scream escaped from her tightly bound mouth. Her body was now helplessly pushed onto the table by Lao Zhuge, and her snow-white buttocks were tightly gripped by Lao Zhuge's hands from her waist. Lao Zhuge had already inserted his lewd penis into the forbidden area reserved for Wang Dawan, indulging his bestial desires. No wonder Yan Yuhua let out a "woo-woo" scream.
Just as Lao Zhuge was vigorously venting his lust on Yan Yuhua, a sudden, urgent knocking sounded at the gatehouse, accompanied by a messenger's voice: "Vice Marshal, Vice Marshal, something terrible has happened! A monk has come to the camp, saying he's looking for Wang Dawan and his wife, and he's already engaged in combat with the spearmen. Vice Marshal, what should we do?
If the Marshal finds out, it will be disastrous."
The messenger's urgent report caused Lao Zhuge's lustful manhood to soften. Lao Zhuge knew what kind of person his Marshal Zhao was; compared to him, he was utterly insignificant.
Speaking of Marshal Zhao, besides being ruthless and lecherous, he was also insatiably greedy, especially when it came to women he desired—he would relentlessly pursue them until he got them. So, if Marshal Zhao found out that he was secretly keeping a beautiful woman, his official position would likely be in jeopardy.
Thinking of this, Lao Zhuge completely lost his appetite and hurriedly told the messenger outside, "Wang Lai, immediately go and invite my two senior brothers and the two Taoist priests of the Changqing Sect to provide support. I will go shortly."
Wang Lai responded with "Yes" and then left. Lao Zhuge glanced at Yan Yuhua, then reluctantly put on his military uniform, took his sword, and headed to the training ground.
A massive, earth-shattering massacre unfolded on the vast training ground. Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, the monk Tianjie was like a demon, inspiring fear in all who beheld him. Tianjie's demon-subduing pestle was striking a soldier. With a loud "bang," the soldier's body seemed to explode, leaving him a bloody mess, a gruesome sight. The other soldiers were too frightened to advance and attack, giving Tianjie a moment to catch his breath.
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, four middle-aged men suddenly appeared from a distance. Two of them were dressed as Taoist priests, and the other two were dressed as warriors. The four of them quickly appeared in front of Tianjie and surrounded him from four directions... Could Tianjie, the monk, save Wenwen's parents? Would the sudden appearance of these four experts hinder Tianjie's rescue efforts?
The four men surrounding Tianjie made him suddenly feel a sense of oppression. Tianjie knew that these four were all top-notch experts, and he couldn't help but become vigilant in the face of the impending scene.
At this moment, one of the four Taoists, the thinner one, spoke to Tian Jie:
"Who are you, you thieving monk? How dare you trespass into a military stronghold and kill soldiers! Surrender now, or don't blame this Taoist for showing no mercy."
This Taoist was sent by the leader of the Changqing Sect to assist Marshal Zhao. The thin one was named Yuan Hua, and the fat one was named Yuan Yue. The two were skilled in the Demon-Subduing Sword Technique and were two of the ten masters of the Changqing Sect. Yuan Jing, the leader of the Changqing Sect, had followed Zhao Kuangyin to conquer the world and was appointed as the National Preceptor by Zhao Kuangyin. Therefore, his disciples were naturally sent to guard this important town.
The other two middle-aged men were the senior brothers of Vice Marshal Lao Zhuge, disciples of the White Sand Sect. Their master was Wu Shanlong, known in the martial arts world as "Waves Washing Away Sand," whose Iron Sand Palm was unmatched. Lao Zhuge was his most beloved disciple and had received his true teachings. The White Sand Sect also rose to prominence because of Lao Zhuge's position as Vice Marshal. Driven by their love for their disciple, they sent two of their disciples, "Mountain Piercing Palm" Zhu Shiqi and "Heart-Shattering Palm"
Wu Shanlong, Lao Zhuge's eldest and second senior brothers, to help. So when the Heavenly Tribulation came to demand someone, these four men stepped forward without hesitation to help him.
"Haha... I say, Daoist priest, your tone is far too arrogant. In my entire life, apart from my old man, I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you. Besides, I'm not someone who's looking for trouble. I had to come here to find the parents of this little girl. As long as you release her parents, I'll leave without a word. What do you say, Daoist priest?"
Tianjie showed no disdain for Yuan Hua's arrogance, and even more so... The arrogant attitude of the Taoist priest was even more infuriating than that of Yuan Hua. Yuan Hua was about to retort when his senior brother Yuan Yue stopped him. Yuan Yue then spoke up: "Amitabha Buddha, fellow Daoist, your words puzzle me. This place is a border military stronghold serving the people. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter. I am also unaware of such kidnapping. Perhaps you have misunderstood?"
Yuan Yue spoke calmly to Tian Jie, making Tian Jie realize that this Taoist priest's cultivation was higher than that of the skinny Taoist priest beside him. Just as Tianjie finished listening to Yuanyue's words and began to doubt whether he had gone to the wrong place, Lao Zhuge's urgent shout came from afar: "Daoist Master, Senior Brother, this bald monk is a wanted criminal, ordered to be killed without mercy. Please cooperate fully to kill this fiend and do not let him escape!" As
soon as Lao Zhuge finished speaking, he attacked Tianjie with a palm strike, forcing Tianjie to quickly swing his demon-subduing pestle to counterattack. Seeing that Lao Zhuge had taken the lead in attacking Tianjie, the others also joined the attack, making Tianjie feel flustered.
Although Tianjie was suddenly surrounded, a master's skill is evident from the first move. Tianjie quickly blocked the five attackers one by one, and his demon-subduing pestle caught Lao Zhuge and the other five off guard, causing them to flee. Innocent soldiers became their shields as they escaped. And so, cries of agony filled the air, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and nearly a hundred soldiers had perished under the Heavenly Tribulation Demon-Subduing Pestle, turning the entire training ground into a purgatory that was terrifying and horrifying to behold.
This endless massacre raged from dusk till sunset, from night till sunrise. Tianjie remained as fierce as ever, battling until everyone's hands were almost numb, until no one dared to advance. Suddenly, a scream rang out. Tianjie's demon-subduing pestle had smashed Yuanhua's skull, brains splattering everywhere, a truly horrifying sight. Seeing her junior brother killed, Yuanyue disregarded the danger and leaped towards Tianjie. A barrage of sword shadows enveloped Tianjie, aiming straight for his vital points. Tianjie, unperturbed, unleashed his ultimate technique to counterattack. The two figures clashed repeatedly, the sounds of weapons clashing echoing, as if both were using their utmost power to destroy the other.
A flurry of figures, swords and staffs flashing across the sky—all this happened in a flash. A resounding crash and a flying figure brought the fierce battle to an end. The flying figure didn't even have time to cry out before its soul departed, leaving everyone present trembling with fear and unable to fight any longer. "
Master, we surrender! Please have mercy and grant us a chance to live! I will bring the little girl's mother to you. Please stop!" Lao Zhuge pleaded with Tian Jie, his voice trembling.
Because this battle had nearly wiped out the entire battalion, continuing the fight could also result in the complete annihilation of the entire battalion, and he himself might lose his life as well. Even if he managed to escape, such heavy losses would be a death sentence if the marshal found out. Therefore, Lao Zhuge proposed a truce and hurriedly ordered someone to bring Wenwen's parents to the training ground.
Just as Lao Zhuge was sending his men to retrieve them, a large, well-equipped army marched in from afar and entered the drill ground. Leading the army was none other than Marshal Zhao Buzhu. It turned out that Zhao Buzhu had been informed by his confidant that a massacre had occurred at the drill ground, with hundreds of soldiers killed by a monk. Enraged, he had brought his elite troops to eliminate the wicked monk who had destroyed his army, thus restoring discipline.
When he arrived at the drill ground, he was so horrified by the scene of carnage that he nearly fell off his horse. The wicked monk, covered in blood, was particularly terrifying, like a demon, and Zhao Buzhu almost couldn't contain himself.
Upon seeing the marshal arrive with his troops, Lao Zhuge knew he was doomed. He rushed to Zhao Buzhu to confess his crimes and recount what had happened. Zhao Buzhu, enraged, drew his sword and beheaded Lao Zhuge. Lao Zhuge never imagined he would die such a gruesome death, but he had no chance to plead his innocence.
Just after Zhao Buzhu severed Lao Zhuge's head, the soldiers sent to retrieve it brought in two corpses—Wang Dawan and his wife. Wenwen, nestled in Tianjie's arms, was overcome with grief upon seeing them.
Wenwen's cries enraged Tianjie even more. Before Zhao Buzhu could speak, he roared, "Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and kill you bunch of corrupt officials who oppress the people and act without any regard for the law!"
As soon as Tianjie finished speaking, his demon-subduing pestle descended upon Zhao Buzhu's troops like a death knell. With each strike, screams and wails echoed across the training ground. Blood and flesh rained down like a fountain, unleashing a bloody and devastating battlefield... From then on, a new era began in the martial arts world... There was a fat monk who specialized in killing corrupt officials. His appearance excited the righteous people and terrified the underworld. The martial arts world also honored this monk as the demon-slaying master "Master Tianjie". Until a great demon "Yin Yang Demon" appeared in the martial arts world, he and two other Taoist friends joined the demon-slaying cause. After that, he was named one of the three immortals of the martial arts world... "Master Tianjie" has come to an end. Next time, we will introduce one of the three immortals of the martial arts world, "Master Sanfeng". Please look forward to it! Thank you!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Volume 2 Master Sanfeng (1) A spiritual mountain full of spiritual energy, with deep clouds and mist all year round. At this moment, several silver rainbows were seen flying back and forth in the clouds and dust, like several shooting stars, which made the mountain even more immortal.
Suddenly, several silver streaks plummeted down, heading straight for the chest of a Taoist priest standing on the mountain ridge. Their speed was indescribable. The Taoist priest, however, remained calm and composed, seemingly unafraid of the fierce onslaught. He even straightened his chest to meet the incoming silver streaks. Strangely, the silver streaks all pierced the Taoist priest's chest, yet he remained unharmed. It turned out that these silver streaks were the result of the Taoist priest's sword-controlling technique, specifically one of his most powerful skills, the "Heart Sword Technique." It was puzzling that the Taoist priest was unharmed.
This Taoist priest, though middle-aged and possessing an air of otherworldly refinement, exuded extraordinary charisma. His eyes revealed his arrogance and self-confidence. The priest, known as "Sanfeng," had lived in this mountain since beginning his Taoist studies. His obsessive love of martial arts led him to believe himself invincible. Had he not kept his promise to his deceased master, Sanfeng would already be the number one martial artist in the world. The reason he unleashed his Heart Sword today was because his master's time was up, and to vent his frustration, he was releasing the full power of his sword energy to dispel his resentment.
Just as Sanfeng was about to emerge from the martial world, he heard the cacophony of birds. Intrigued, he used his "Sky-Crossing" lightness skill to fly towards the direction of the noise.
A dozen or soaring birds of prey relentlessly attacked a large eagle. The eagle, however, seemed to offer no resistance, silently enduring the relentless assault. Given its size, dealing with these birds would have been a piece of cake, yet for some reason, it stubbornly endured their attacks. The Taoist Sanfeng
, who had arrived nearby, was intrigued by the eagle's behavior. With a flick of his robe, he easily defused the eagle's predicament. Seeing intervention, the birds of prey wisely flew away, leaving the eagle alone to tend to its wounds.
The Taoist Sanfeng quickly arrived at the giant eagle's side. Upon seeing Sanfeng, the eagle lowered its head, as if thanking him for saving its life. Looking at Sanfeng with great delight, the eagle exclaimed, "What a spiritually gifted eagle! With your abilities, you can easily drive away any raptors that attack you, yet you can withstand such an assault. Do you wish to cultivate the Tao and escape the animal realm?" As
soon as Sanfeng finished speaking, the eagle seemed to understand, nodding vigorously at him. Sanfeng, even more amused, said, "What a daring eagle! Today was originally the day I entered the mortal world, but we have met. It is fate. If you wish to cultivate the Tao, I will stay a few more years and guide you into the Tao." "I will help you escape the path of the beast. But you must also know that with your current cultivation level, to escape the path of the beast, you must go through many tribulations and trials, and these are very difficult to convert. Are you mentally prepared?"
When the eagle heard that Sanfeng was willing to guide it into the Dao, it happily flapped its two large wings and nodded vigorously to Sanfeng. So Sanfeng asked the eagle to return with him to his cultivation place, and the eagle began its cultivation path... Time flew by, and twenty years passed in an instant. A man and an eagle walked out of the cave that had been made of mountains. The eagle was even more full of spiritual energy, and the Daoist Sanfeng was still as handsome as ever, as if he had not changed due to the passage of time.
At this moment, the Taoist Sanfeng spoke earnestly to the giant eagle: "Eagle, all good things must come to an end. Twenty years have passed since I introduced you to the Tao, and your cultivation is already close to that of a half-immortal. However, the path to immortality is not so easy. As the saying goes, 'The master leads you through the door, but the cultivation is up to you.' I have already passed on the method of entering the Tao to you; the rest is up to your destiny. Our shared destiny has been fulfilled, and we must part ways to avoid hindering your cultivation. But you need not worry, for I have already calculated for you. In the years to come, besides the tribulations you are destined to endure, you will also meet a new master, and this new master will be your ally." You are destined to become an immortal, and I hope you can live well with him. I hope to see you soon, so that my efforts in cultivating you will not have been in vain. Go, you foolish bird, take good care of yourself. I will be waiting for you there.
After Sanfeng finished speaking, he gently sent the general to the sky with both hands. The eagle looked back at Sanfeng from time to time and cried softly. The scene of parting made the Taoist who was about to become an immortal shed tears of reluctance. (2) At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the world was still in chaos, and the lives of the people were even more miserable. In particular, the corrupt officials who had been recruited by the previous dynasty made the people suffer. The founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, was originally from the Green Forest, which made the underworld rampant and made the martial arts world dirty. When the righteous people saw that the martial arts world was in such chaos, they all protected themselves and swept the snow in front of their own door. No one was willing to contribute their efforts to the martial arts world.
Seeing the state of the world, the Taoist Sanfeng, having entered the martial arts world, realized he couldn't single-handedly reverse the situation. Therefore, he decided to use martial arts to make friends and awaken righteous individuals to contribute to the martial arts community.
Sword Fortress, as its name suggests, is a fortress housing all the world's finest swords. Its master, Ximen Jian, is a highly skilled swordsman, renowned for his "Sinking Wave Sword Technique," and a peculiar individual obsessed with swords and martial arts. Today, a Taoist carrying a heavy, unsharpened sword arrived at the gates of Sword Fortress. After the gatekeeper inquired about his purpose, he went inside to seek permission. Within moments, the Taoist was invited into the fortress.
Upon entering, the Taoist immediately recognized the fortress's architecture as belonging to no ordinary person. While browsing, he heard a deep, resonant laugh approaching from afar. The newcomer was none other than Ximen Jian, the master of Sword Fortress.
Why was Ximen Jian so cheerful? He was overjoyed to learn from his disciples that someone had come to challenge him to a martial arts duel. Ximen Jian was a martial arts enthusiast, and since his challenge to various sects with his Chenlang Sword Technique ten years prior, no one had dared to spar with him. This led the martial arts fanatic to become a nobody, and he, feeling isolated and invincible, declared himself unrivaled. Therefore, knowing that someone had come to challenge him was more exciting than receiving a million taels of gold.
When Ximen arrived at the arena, Sanfeng politely greeted him. Ximen Jian immediately recognized that this Taoist priest would be a worthy opponent and warmly chatted with him, as if they were old friends. The two thus began their impromptu duel. The two exchanged words, leaving the disciples standing around the examination hall utterly bewildered. Little did they know that this literary contest was far more dangerous than the martial arts contest. Besides demonstrating their skills, they were also subtly testing their internal strength. The sight of them, swords drawn and backs drenched in sweat, revealed the immense effort they were putting in.
Time ticked by, yet Ximen Jian and Sanfeng remained motionless, like statues frozen in place. They fought for three days and three nights, from sunrise to sunset, from night to day, leaving Ximen Jian's disciples utterly astonished.
Suddenly, Ximen Jian let out a muffled groan, staggering back three steps before regaining his footing. Sanfeng, however, merely shrugged and calmly watched Ximen Jian.
"Ha, ha, ha, I haven't felt this good in a long time! Thank you for your mercy, Daoist Master. If you hadn't stopped in time, I, Ximen Jian, would be a cripple by now. However, I haven't had enough of the literary test yet. Why don't you stay at this fortress and I'll host a welcome feast for you? Three days later, we'll have a martial arts test. What do you think?"
Ximen Jian, having met his match, was unwilling to let this Daoist with extraordinary skills leave so easily. So he had his disciples take Sanfeng to the VIP room to rest, while he himself returned to his room as if he had found a treasure.
As Ximen Jian walked to his most beloved concubine's room, he felt no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, he felt even more refreshed and energetic, as if he were full of vitality. Of course, Ximen Jian knew this was a gift from Zhang Sanfeng. During their duel, Sanfeng had indirectly refined the impure internal energy within him, subtly elevating his cultivation. This made Ximen Jian think of his beloved concubine, a young woman in her prime, hoping to rekindle his former virility.
Gently pushing open the door, Ximen Jian intended to surprise his concubine, Xiao Jing. However, the scene before him left him speechless. Xiao Jing lay half-naked on the bed, one hand kneading her snow-white breasts, the other holding a two-inch-wide dildo, thrusting it back and forth between her legs. She moaned softly, her alluring demeanor captivating, her phoenix eyes half-closed, panting heavily. This sight revived Ximen Jian's half-broken member, causing it to bulge like a roused lion in his trousers.
Ximen Jian quietly approached Xiao Jing's bedside. His clothes were already removed at some point. He climbed onto the bed, one hand kneading Xiao Jing's other breast, the other grasping her hand placed on her genitals, and began to manipulate her already weakened vulva.
This sudden action startled Xiao Jing. Opening her eyes and recognizing Ximen Jian, her face flushed red. She playfully accused him of sneaking to scare her, and her alluring expression caused Ximen Jian's penis to throb violently, striking Xiao Jing's snow-white, smooth body. When Xiao Jing saw Ximen Jian's throbbing, hot penis, her surprised expression only fueled Ximen Jian's urge to pull out the dildo still inside her. He flipped over and pressed himself against her, aiming his penis at her wet opening, thrusting deep inside her. Xiao Jing was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she babbled incoherently and cried out incessantly.
Seeing Xiao Jing's strong reaction and enthusiastic response, Ximen Jian's heroic spirit soared. He thrust wildly and forcefully, each time penetrating deep into Xiao Jing's core, making her blush and pant heavily. Ximen
Jian, who hadn't felt such virility in a long time, not only fucked his beloved concubine Xiao Jing but also felt grateful for the favor bestowed upon him by Zhang Sanfeng. He was also thrilled to have finally regained his masculine prowess, fucking Xiao Jing until she cried out that she couldn't take it anymore.
“Ah…ah…oh…oh…God…uh…uh…wooh…wooh…oh…it feels so good…Master…fuck…fuck me faster…yes…fuck me harder…oh…oh…oh…oh…” “
Master…your big cock…fucks me so well…it feels so good…oh oh…God…when did you become so strong…ah…ah…ah…ah…uh…uh…uh…uh…good…good…you…you make…me…feel so good…uh…uh…uh…uh…yes…yes…yes…that’s…that…I…I…ah…ah…ah…ah…”
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...you...make...me feel so good...so happy...Master...mmm...mmm...it's really great...yes...faster...continue...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah...oh..."
Seeing Xiao Jing's wanton appearance, Ximen Jian continued to fuck her while asking if she felt very good.
Xiao Jing closed her eyes and did not answer, but instead hugged Ximen Jian's body tightly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Seeing that he had finally aroused her so deeply, Ximen Jian felt an unprecedented sense of superiority. He then fucked Xiao Jing even more vigorously. Xiao Jing ultimately couldn't withstand Ximen Jian's intense onslaught, and after experiencing more than three orgasms, she completely passed out. At that moment, Ximen Jian let out a soft moan, ejaculated all his essence, and exhausted, he collapsed onto Xiao Jing and fell asleep contentedly.
-----------------------------------------------------------------（3）The three-day deadline arrived quickly. When Sanfeng saw Ximen Jian arrive at the arena looking radiant, he smiled knowingly. Ximen Jian then knelt down on one knee in front of Sanfeng and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help, Daoist Master. It has allowed me, Ximen Jian, to improve my cultivation. I am truly grateful."
Sanfeng fully accepted Ximen Jian's kneeling gesture and reached out to help him up. He said to Ximen Jian, "Lord Ximen, you don't need to be so polite. I just didn't want to see you unable to improve your cultivation due to impure internal energy. It was just a small favor. You don't need to worry about it. Don't we still have a martial arts competition today? If we continue to be so polite, then there will be no competition."
After Sanfeng finished speaking, the two smiled at the same time and then assumed their fighting stances.
The sword Ximen Jian held at this moment was forged from millennia-old cold iron. It was twelve inches long and two inches wide, a top-tier sword capable of cutting through iron like mud, named "Changhong" (Long Rainbow). Ximen Jian's fingers formed a sword incantation, and a faint sword aura could be seen emanating from the tip. Seeing Ximen Jian's sword stance, Sanfeng also took down his heavy, long, blunt sword from his back, awaiting Ximen Jian's attack.
Ximen Jian let out a soft shout, and the opening move of his Shenlang Sword Technique, "Waves Rise Without Wind," unleashed a powerful sword net that enveloped Sanfeng, engulfing him completely. Seeing the approaching sword shadows, Sanfeng calmly swung his heavy sword. Swords and figures clashed repeatedly in the arena, the clanging of weapons echoing throughout. The sword energy emanating from both fighters affected everything in the arena, leaving nothing unscathed. The disciples who had been standing in the arena also withdrew to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ximen Jian finally lost by a single strike. He was filled with immense admiration and longing for Zhang Sanfeng's unparalleled swordsmanship, and humbly inquired of the Daoist Zhang Sanfeng why his swordsmanship was so superb.
"Lord Ximen," Sanfeng said, "the sword moves with lightness and grace. Though light and long, the sword is still made of iron, which still hinders its speed. If you could transform the tangible into the intangible, your swordsmanship would be even more refined."
Sanfeng explained the essence of swordsmanship to Ximen Jian, who, overjoyed, inquired about how to transform the tangible into the intangible. Sanfeng generously shared his knowledge with Ximen Jian. Thanks to Sanfeng's guidance, Ximen Jian later became the leader of the righteous path, annihilating the underworld.
From then on, Sanfeng traveled throughout the martial arts world, befriending various schools of swordsmanship, fist techniques, and palm techniques. Through Sanfeng's guidance, the martial arts of each school improved significantly. Encouraged by Sanfeng, the various schools finally cooperated, contributing to the martial arts world. In gratitude for Zhang Sanfeng's benevolence, the righteous martial arts world bestowed upon him the title of "Martial Saint"—Daoist Zhang Sanfeng. Daoist Zhang Sanfeng successfully united the righteous to resist tyranny, and he also completed his research into martial arts.
One day, while resting and drinking tea in a teahouse, a disheveled young man, dressed in tattered clothes and carrying an iron sword with a cloth-wrapped hilt and a rusty blade, approached Zhang Sanfeng and challenged him to a sword duel. Zhang Sanfeng, seeing the young man's disheveled appearance, recognized his exceptional martial arts talent and agreed to the duel to test his abilities.
The winner of the duel was, of course, Daoist Zhang Sanfeng, but he was even more impressed by the young man's skill. Especially after learning that the young man's swordsmanship was self-taught and that he had defeated dozens of skilled swordsmen, he developed a keen interest in him and decided to nurture him into a master swordsman.
Thus, under Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, the young man began his journey to becoming a top-tier swordsman. Zhang Sanfeng even gifted him his heavy sword, which became known as the future legendary swordsman "Dugu Qiubai." This heavy sword later fell into the hands of Yang Guo, and the Divine Condor also encountered him later in life, as if preordained. Later, when the Yin-Yang Demon wreaked havoc on the martial world, Zhang Sanfeng, along with the South Sea Divine Nun and the Heavenly Tribulation Master, joined forces to defeat the demon, and was subsequently hailed as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial World.
The chapter on "Master Zhang Sanfeng" is now complete. Please look forward to the third volume of the Three Immortals of the Martial World series, "The South Sea Divine Nun." Thank you!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Volume Three: The Divine Nun of the South Sea 01-02 (1) Deep within the imperial palace, in the Empress's chambers, a nun dressed in white robes was gazing at the bright moon in deep thought. As she pondered, the Empress, dressed in a phoenix robe, entered from outside and approached the nun. The nun turned around, looking at the Empress with loving eyes.
"Master, what's troubling you? Seeing your furrowed brow makes me so sad."
It turned out this nun was the Empress's master; no wonder she could stay in the Empress's chambers. Seeing her beloved disciple's concern, the nun felt a pang of helplessness and gazed at her only disciple with tender eyes. However, she couldn't reveal her unspoken secret to her, lest she expose the heavenly secret.
“Yan’er, Master is alright. It’s just that our master-disciple bond has come to an end, and Master is about to leave you, so I’m a little reluctant to part with you.” The nun gently told her disciple that she was leaving.
“No, Master, Yan’er won’t let you go. You are Yan’er’s only family in this world. How can Yan’er bear to let you go? Please stay, Master! Let Yan’er be filial to you forever.”
The beautiful and charming Yan’er pleaded with the nun with tears streaming down her face. Her tearful appearance made it even harder for anyone to refuse her. Her beauty would later cause her trouble, but that’s another story, so I won’t go into details here.
Looking at her charming disciple, the nun couldn’t help but recall the past… In a meditation room filled with the fragrance of incense and the antique atmosphere, a nun who was over a hundred years old and a young nun sat facing each other on a futon, having a deep conversation.
“Nanhai, since our sect’s founder established the sect, we have rarely approached the martial arts world, and none of us have ever ventured into it or interfered in its affairs. You, however, are a rare talent in our sect, having successfully cultivated both Buddhism and martial arts over the years. You are truly one of our best. Perhaps it is because of this special connection that you must undergo the tribulations of the mortal world. Given the current situation, the world is embroiled in continuous wars, and the martial arts world is also in turmoil. You have a master-disciple relationship with the wife of Zhao Kuangyin, who led the uprising, and this relationship indirectly leads you to assist Zhao Kuangyin in achieving his great cause. Therefore, I have summoned you here today for this very reason. Go! Cultivation in the world will enhance your skills and help you overcome the tribulations you were born with. Go, my good disciple!”
Following her master’s instructions, the nun from Nanhai finally picked up her baggage and left the place where she had grown up, embarking on a journey to benefit the martial arts world.
The rebel army, composed of outlaws and civilian righteous men led by Zhao Kuangyin, finally stormed the eastern gate of the capital. Here, however, Zhao Kuangyin's army encountered the strongest resistance since the uprising began, suffering heavy losses. Worse still, his beloved wife fell into the hands of the defending soldiers. Faced with the choice of rescuing his wife or retreating, Zhao Kuangyin chose to retreat, awaiting reinforcements. This agonizing decision was known only to Zhao Kuangyin himself… Inside the eastern city defense camp, campfires blazed, and all the officers and soldiers were gathered around a cross-shaped wooden stake, drinking and celebrating. Why were they so excited? A stunningly beautiful woman was bound tightly to a wooden stake. Bathed in the firelight, she appeared even more radiant. Her pitiful and sorrowful face captivated the soldiers, who were completely mesmerized. It was no wonder they were gathered on the drill ground late into the night.
This woman was none other than Bai Yan'er, the wife of Zhao Kuangyin, the leader of the rebel army. Her unparalleled beauty as a prisoner of war aroused the lust of the defending general, Jiang Ba. He decided to rape her, both to free his own penis and to demoralize Zhao Kuangyin's army. Therefore, Jiang Ba had Zhao Kuangyin's wife bound to the drill ground, utterly humiliating her to satisfy his perverse desires.
At this moment, Bai Yan'er was subjected to the "baptism" of the soldiers' hands. Her clothes were torn off, leaving her barely clothed. Her snow-white body, barely visible in the firelight, looked even more alluring, making the soldiers drool. Some even reached into their pants to masturbate. The whole scene was as dangerous as a sheep surrounded by wolves.
Just as the soldiers were about to unleash their lustful desires, Jiang Ba stepped into the crowd, instantly halting everyone's actions. Addressing the group, Jiang Ba said, "Brothers, I, Jiang Ba, have always rewarded those who have rendered meritorious service and punished those who have committed wrongdoing, haven't I? And of course, I've also said that we share good fortune together, haven't I? This woman is the wife of the rebel leader Zhao Kuangyin. Now that she's in our hands, don't you think we should seek compensation from her? Shouldn't she offer herself as an explanation to our fallen brothers? Don't you all agree?"
Jiang Ba's speech resonated strongly with the soldiers, making him appear as a good leader and brother in their eyes. Several officers untied Bai Yan'er, lifted her up, and took her to Jiang Ba's tent. Encouraged by the soldiers, Jiang Ba grinned lewdly and happily headed towards his tent, ready to savor Bai Yan'er's fair and tender body… Would Bai Yan'er suffer a brutal violation at the hands of the men? Will Zhao Kuangyin be able to rescue his beloved wife in time? When did the relationship between the South Sea Goddess and Bai Yan'er begin? Please stay tuned! Thank you!
(2) That night, in Zhao Kuangyin's military tent, Zhao Kuangyin was seen pacing back and forth anxiously. He did not look like a genius who could command thousands of troops and was full of talent. At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin looked like a husband who had lost his wife. He was completely out of character.
Just then, a burly man in military uniform entered. Zhao Kuangyin, seeing this man, felt as if he had seen a savior and hurriedly welcomed him into the tent. He said urgently,
"Brother Huang, you've kept me waiting anxiously! You know, I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pan!" "Brother, what's making you so flustered? You've really lost your composure right now! What's troubling you, brother? I'll help you solve it," the burly man said, seeing Zhao Kuangyin's anxiety, and volunteered to share his burden.
"Brother, I only asked for your help because I needed it. To be honest, you know your sister-in-law has been captured by that bandit Jiang Ba and is definitely in trouble. Originally, I wanted to rescue her alone, but as the leader of this group, if something happens to me, our righteous army will fall apart. So, after much thought, I thought of you. I believe you are skilled in martial arts and resourceful; I'm sure you have a way to rescue her. Because you know..." "My sister-in-law is the apple of my eye. I'm sure Jiang Ba will use her as leverage. If this leads to this situation, I really don't know what to do. So please, I'm begging you, please take a risk and help me rescue your sister-in-law!" Zhao Kuangyin pleaded with the big man in a dramatic manner, leaving the big man with no choice but to reluctantly agree. The big man knew this was an impossible task, but seeing Zhao Kuangyin's earnest pleas, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
"Brother, I, Huang Cheng, swear to heaven that even if it costs me my life, I will bring your sister-in-law back to you safe and sound. Brother, I will go and prepare now, and under the cover of night, I will sneak into the enemy camp and rescue her." Huang Cheng finished speaking and stood up to leave the military tent. However, he never expected that Zhao Kuangyin behind him would reveal an incomprehensible smile. What this slightly sinister smile meant, only Zhao Kuangyin himself knew!
After bidding farewell to her master, the South Sea nun used her superb lightness skill to fly tirelessly, as if rushing for some urgent matter. She kept muttering to herself, "Amitabha, I hope someone comes to rescue her, otherwise things will be dire." What was the South Sea nun rushing so anxiously for? And then, her figure vanished into the merciless night sky in an instant.
"Waaah...no...get away...ah...it hurts..." A woman's scream shattered the quiet night. The woman was being pinned down by a gigantic, hairy man whose massive buttocks swayed like a pile driver.
This woman was none other than Bai Yan'er, Zhao Kuangyin's first wife, now finally unable to escape her fate of being violated. The gigantic man on top of her was none other than Jiang Ba, Zhao Kuangyin's nemesis, his face displaying an extremely lewd expression, as if
he were experiencing extreme pleasure. This was understandable; Bai Yan'er had been engaged in countless battles with Zhao Kuangyin and hadn't shared a bed with him in who knows how long. Her snow-white, plump vulva was as tight as a virgin's, which explained Jiang Ba's intense pleasure.
"Ha...ha...I'm dying of pleasure! I haven't even reached Zhao's wife's cunt yet, it's so tight and elastic, it's gripping my cock so tightly, it feels amazing! Especially the center of her cunt, it's like a little mouth, sucking and biting me, I'm almost coming! Ha...ha...it feels so good...brothers, this slut's cunt is a treasure that's only found once in a thousand years...oh...I can't take it anymore...I'm about to cum...ha...ha..." Jiang Ba's lower body was thrusting violently, and Bai Yan'er beneath him had already fainted countless times under his frenzied fucking. At this moment, Jiang Ba's breath hitched, his whole body trembled, his lower body pressed tightly against Bai Yan'er's cunt, which had been torn open and was bleeding, as he kept panting.
Shortly after Jiang Ba ejaculated, in the woods outside the campfire area, a person sighed softly, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were tightly bitten, and his fists were clenched tightly. The man who arrived was Huang Cheng, who had been requested by Zhao Kuangyin. Seeing Bai Yan'er had been kissed by a thief, Huang Cheng was filled with guilt, blaming himself for arriving too late. Even though this had caused his deeply respected and beloved sister-in-law to suffer misfortune, Huang Cheng had only one thought in his mind: to kill Fa Jiangba, slaughter all the bandits, and rescue Bai Yan'er. So Huang Cheng walked out of the woods alone, step by step, towards the camp... Just as Huang Cheng reached the camp, a nun dressed in snow-white robes appeared not far behind him. This was the South Sea Nun. She murmured, "Amitabha! This humble nun is still too late, still unable to stop the madness. Well, let's save her first, Buddha! Today, the South Sea will unleash a great slaughter, slaying demons and monsters. Please forgive me, Buddha!" After speaking, the South Sea Nun followed Huang Cheng, walking towards the camp...

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