The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Side Story (3)

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Unable to receive any news from Linghu Chong and his wife at the foot of the mountain, Tian Boguang knew something must have happened to them, so he quickly rode to Shaolin and Wudang for help.

Ten days later, Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin, Daoist Qingxu of Wudang, Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, Master Bujie, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and Tian Boguang attacked Jianxing Peak of Hengshan Mountain. In front of Wuse Nunnery, Lin Pingzhi's six men were engaged in a fierce battle with the group. Lin Pingzhi remained calm and showed no sign of panic. Seeing that the enemy forces were all gathered there, Lan Fenghuang quietly broke away from the battle and sneaked into the nunnery to rescue Linghu Chong and his wife.

Inside the dungeon, Linghu Chong had been suffering from the aphrodisiac of the Extraordinary Aphrodisiac Powder for more than ten days. He had been having frenzied sexual intercourse with Yilin and others, and his internal energy had been reduced to less than one-tenth. He was on the verge of death.

Lan Fenghuang found Linghu Chong lying naked on the ground, but Yingying was nowhere to be seen. Seeing that all the Hengshan disciples were delirious, and unable to find Yingying, Lan Fenghuang had no choice but to help Linghu Chong leave the dungeon.

After a prolonged battle in front of the Wuse Temple, Lin Pingzhi's six henchmen were showing signs of defeat. At this moment, Lin Pingzhi shouted, "All of you, retreat!"

The six men hurriedly withdrew from the fight. Master Fang Sheng said, "Amitabha! Lay down your weapons and you will become a Buddha. Benefactor Lin, please release them as soon as possible, and we will show you mercy."

Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "You are no match for me. Today, I will show you what truly invincible martial arts are!"

Lin Pingzhi thrust his sword into the ground. Suddenly, everyone felt a strange energy enveloping them. The sword embedded in the ground suddenly sprang up like lightning, stabbing towards them. Master Qingxu of Wudang, with quick eyes and hands, deflected the sword's force with a single, graceful movement. However, the flying sword seemed to possess a life of its own, attacking them again.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in alarm, "Everyone, be careful! This is sword flight!"

Everyone was shocked. A legendary technique used only by sword immortals was now in Lin Pingzhi's hands.

Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "That's right! It's flying on a sword! If you know what's good for you, submit to me and you might escape death."

The monk Bujie, enraged, punched Lin Pingzhi. A flash of cold light, and a flying sword pierced Bujie's chest. Tian Boguang, shocked, hurriedly embraced Bujie, only to see blood gushing from his chest.

Bujie, barely breathing, cried, "Ah...Lin, Father...is useless...unable...to...save you...ah..."

After saying this, Bujie breathed his last. Everyone was filled with grief, especially the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, who wailed as if they had lost their parents.

Lin Pingzhi sneered, "What are you crying about? I'll send you down to see him later."

Fang Sheng knew Lin Pingzhi's skill was so high that even with everyone's combined strength, they probably couldn't match him. Their only option now was to escape as many as possible.

Fang Sheng said to Qingxu, "Brother Qingxu, let's combine our strength to block Lin Pingzhi's flying sword so the others can escape!"

Qingxu said to the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, "Six brothers, Master Fang Sheng and I will join forces to block the flying sword. You and Benefactor Tian should escape down the mountain."

The Six Immortals of Peach Valley interjected, "Do you think we're afraid of death?"

"You'll see how powerful we are soon enough." "

Tear that brat into six pieces to avenge that bald thief, Bujie."

Qingxu knew that they wouldn't listen to any further persuasion, so he secretly increased his power to prepare to block the flying sword.

Lin Pingzhi sneered, "None of you will escape today."

As his internal energy increased, the flying sword became faster and faster. Fang Sheng knew that if he didn't act now, he would have no chance. He shouted and struck the flying sword with his Vajra Finger. The flying sword's attack was blocked. At this moment, Qingxu seized the opportunity to use the Tai Chi Circle from the Yin-Yang Sword Technique to restrain the flying sword.

Seeing their opportunity, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley attacked Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi sneered, "Do you think this will stop me?"

He unleashed a powerful burst of energy, forcing the Six Immortals back three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Just then, Qingxu knocked their flying swords down with a Tai Chi circle.

Lin Pingzhi sneered, "You've brought this upon yourselves; don't blame me."

He then used telekinesis to retrieve the twin swords from Miyamoto Taro's back.

Lin Pingzhi roared, "Today I'll show you my new move, 'Separation of Flesh and Bone'!"

He doubled his internal energy, causing the twin swords to fly rapidly, creating a fierce whirlwind. The Six Immortals of Peach Valley raised their power to its peak, preparing to unleash their strongest move, "Six Elements Return to One."

The six figures charged towards the blade wind in a straight line, like galloping horses. Their combined palm strikes clashed with the blade wind, creating a deafening roar. In less than half a moment, the Peach Valley Six Immortals' internal energy began to wane.

Lin Pingzhi roared, and the blade wind swept over the Peach Valley Six Immortals. Shreds of flesh and blood rained down from the blade wind, instantly slicing them clean, leaving only their bones on the ground.

Fang Sheng and Qingxu, witnessing Lin Pingzhi's godlike power, were speechless with astonishment. Tian Boguang hurriedly cried out, "Master, let's escape!"

Fang Sheng and Qingxu pushed Tian Boguang towards the bottom of the peak, confident that his lightness skill would allow him to escape. But Lin Pingzhi moved swiftly, appearing before them in the blink of an eye. Fang Sheng and Qingxu were shocked and immediately unleashed their "Great Vajra Palm" and "Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm" upon Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi didn't dodge; the two men's palm strikes vanished like mud oxen sinking into the sea. Just then, Lin Pingzhi unleashed two palms, striking Fang Sheng and Qingxu respectively. The two flew through the air like kites with broken strings, coughing up blood, their fates unknown.

After rescuing Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang helped him head down the mountain. After traveling several dozen miles, she noticed Linghu Chong's breathing was weak, so she found a cave to rest. She saw that Linghu Chong's blood was surging and his eyes were bloodshot.

Lan Fenghuang was puzzled; she was knowledgeable about all poisons but didn't know what poison Linghu Chong had been afflicted with or how to cure him. Little did she know that the "Strange Aphrodisiac Powder" had no antidote; only sexual intercourse with a man could relieve the pain. Suddenly, Linghu Chong, with unexpected strength, grabbed Lan Fenghuang and embraced her. Lan Fenghuang was shocked.

"Young Master Linghu, calm down! Let me go!"

Linghu Chong roared like a wild beast, completely ignoring Lan Fenghuang's pleas. Lan Fenghuang knew that Linghu Chong had lost his mind and that only by restraining his pressure points would he stop. However, Linghu Chong's arms were like iron rings, holding her tightly, and she couldn't move her hands to subdue him.

Linghu Chong began to lightly lick her face with his tongue. Lan Fenghuang was so anxious that she almost cried. Although she was usually promiscuous, she was still a virgin, and no man had ever touched her body like this before.

Linghu Chong's arms began to loosen, and Lan Fenghuang seized the opportunity to knock Linghu Chong away with a palm strike. She took out a poisoned needle coated with anesthetic from her bosom and shot it at Linghu Chong. However, although Linghu Chong was not in his right mind, he still reacted and caught the poisoned needle, reflecting it back at Lan Fenghuang. Lan Fenghuang couldn't dodge in time, and the needle hit her arm, causing her to fall to the ground. Linghu Chong picked her up and placed her on a smooth rock. Because Lan Fenghuang was frequently in contact with poisonous creatures, the anesthetic from the poisoned needles, though potent, only numbed her body, preventing her from fainting. Seeing that Linghu Chong was about to violate her, she cried out,

"No! Young Master Linghu, I beg you, please don't!"

Linghu Chong, however, was no longer listening. With a forceful tear, he ripped off Lan Fenghuang's clothes, revealing a pair of round, firm breasts. He caressed them with obvious pleasure, and tears streamed down Lan Fenghuang's face.

Ignoring her, Linghu Chong removed her skirt. A strange light shone in his eyes; he seemed quite satisfied with the beautiful body before him. His hands roamed over Lan Fenghuang's flesh.

"Ah...no...Young Master Linghu...don't touch there...ah..."

"It hurts...don't lick it...ah...it's so itchy..."

Linghu Chong stripped off all his clothes, revealing his already erect penis. Seeing Linghu Chong's powerful member, Lan Fenghuang knew she was about to lose her precious virginity, and tears streamed down her face.

Linghu Chong approached and gently opened the gates of her virginity. Lan Fenghuang felt something hard and hot being inserted into her sensitive area. With a forceful thrust, Lan Fenghuang felt a tearing pain.

"Ugh...it hurts...ugh...Young Master Linghu...no!"

The Miao woman's figure was naturally more muscular and elastic than the He family women. Linghu Chong felt his penis being enveloped by a warm, elastic vaginal opening.

"Oh...so good...your pussy is so tight...it feels so good to grip my big cock."

"Ugh...it hurts...don't be so rough...my pussy...it hurts so much from being fucked." "

Don't worry, little sister, let me help you relieve the pain, you'll be in ecstasy in a bit."

Linghu Chong pulled out his penis and gently licked Lan Fenghuang's newly deflowered flower bud with his tongue. Linghu Chong's tongue, like a nimble snake, darted into the juicy flower bud, gently licking the flesh that had just been ravaged. Lan Fenghuang felt the tearing pain in her body slowly disappear, replaced by an itchy sensation.

"Good brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, but my pussy is getting itchier and itchier, it's almost itching my heart."

"Ah........it's so itchy........um..Good brother, use your penis........help me stop the itch."

Linghu Chong inserted his penis again, and Lan Fenghuang was now able to enjoy the pleasure of intercourse. Linghu Chong worked even harder to cultivate and develop this virgin territory on Lan Fenghuang's body, and the small cave was filled with lewd sounds.

"Ah.........um.......harder...um..fuck me harder.....ah"

"Hmph........good brother.....I love your big cock so much........ah........ah"

"Okay........um..From now on.....I want big cock brother.....insert my pussy every day."

At this time, Linghu Chong's mind had recovered somewhat, but the lust in his body had not been extinguished, and he could only release it on Lan Fenghuang's body to his heart's content.

"Good girl, your dear brother is fucking you so good, isn't it?"

"My dear brother is fucking me so good... ah... don't stop... harder."

"Ah... ah... brother is fucking me right to the core... ah... I'm going to heaven... ah..."

The two finally couldn't hold back and reached their climax, their penises ejaculating simultaneously, temporarily relieving Linghu Chong's pain. After this intense intercourse, the two finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.

Inside the dungeon of Wuse Temple, Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin and Daoist Qingxu of Wudang were seriously injured and fell unconscious after being struck by Lin Pingzhi. After an unknown amount of time, the two finally woke up to find themselves imprisoned, with less than half of their martial arts strength remaining. They could only wait for Tian Boguang to notify the leaders of the two sects to bring reinforcements.

One day, as the two were quietly healing their injuries, Lin Pingzhi opened the cell door and walked in. Lin Pingzhi smiled and said, "How have you two been these past few days?"

Fang Sheng and Qingxu didn't reply. Lin Pingzhi said, "It seems our sect has been somewhat negligent in its hospitality. Today, I'm presenting you with a gift; I hope you enjoy it."

Lin Pingzhi clapped his hands twice, and a woman dressed in a thin veil with a seductive expression walked in. Fang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "Madam Linghu!"

Qingxu angrily said, "Lin Pingzhi, what trick are you playing?"

Lin Pingzhi laughed, "Nothing much! I just saw you two were too bored here, so I found someone to serve you. Enjoy yourselves! Her skill in serving men is first-rate, ha..."

After Lin Pingzhi left, Yingying swayed her slender waist and danced gracefully. As she moved, the fragrance wafted from her body, causing Fang Sheng and Qingxu to feel a surge of desire.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "No!"

This was the demonic dance of a heretical cult. The two quickly steadied themselves and focused their minds. They saw Yingying's hands caressing her skin, and waves of seductive moans reaching their ears. Their willpower had been greatly weakened by their injuries, and they couldn't help but open their eyes to glance at Yingying.

They saw her exposed, snow-white thighs, and her watery eyes were smiling seductively at them. Instantly, a burning sensation spread through their bodies. Fang Sheng and Qingxu knew that if they lost control even slightly, they would do something disgraceful to their sect.

Fortunately, their meditation skills were still quite profound, and they could barely hold on. In the next secret room, Lin Pingzhi was watching this spectacle through the "magic mirror."

He laughed wildly, "You two old geezers have quite the willpower. I'll see how long you can hold out, ha..." Inside

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dungeon, Yingying, under the influence of the "Bewitching Art," was using the "Heavenly Demon Dance" to seduce Fang Sheng and Qingxu, who were imprisoned there. Yingying approached Qingxu like a water snake, the fragrance emanating from her body making it impossible for them to concentrate.

Yingying then removed her thin veil, revealing smooth, delicate skin, which immediately captivated them. She was only wearing a bright red bodice, and her full breasts swayed with her dance, seemingly about to leap out.

Even Fang Sheng and Qingxu, with their strong willpower, were consumed by lust, their bodies burning and their eyes bloodshot, feeling the fire of desire coursing through their groins. Yingying's dance grew increasingly intense, her bodice slipping away to reveal a pair of full, firm, and snow-white breasts. The dungeon lights illuminated her alluring body, creating a seductive scene.

Fang Sheng and Qingxu felt as if they were trapped in a furnace, desperately wanting to pull the woman into their arms and rape her to vent their lust. However, the last vestige of their conscience told them against it.

Yingying moved closer to Qingxu, her jade-like hands encircling his neck. Qingxu felt a fragrant, hot, and soft body against his chest; he smelled Yingying's scent, heard her soft panting, and saw her alluring form.

Qingxu's inner strength was already inferior to Fang Sheng's, and he could no longer restrain himself. With a roar, his clothes shattered.

Qingxu grabbed Yingying and forcefully kissed her breasts.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in shock, "Brother Dao, you mustn't!"

Qingxu ignored him, pushed Yingying to the ground, and thrust his hot, hard penis into her from behind. Qingxu, like a madman, violently ravaged Yingying, his hands gripping and squeezing her beautiful, snow-white breasts. Yingying moaned like a bitch in heat.

"Mmm...ah...Daoist, harder...ah...that's right...fuck me harder!"

"You little slut! You've made me break my vows, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

"Ah...fuck me as hard as you can...ah...faster...Master...you come too...ah!"

Hearing Yingying's moans, Fang Sheng could no longer restrain himself. He shouted, "Buddha! Forgive your disciple!"

Quickly removing his monk's robes, Fang Sheng joined in the act of intercourse. He placed his penis in front of Yingying, who, as if receiving a precious treasure, took it into her mouth. Her warm tongue sucked and licked it, sending Fang Sheng to a state of true bliss.

"Oh... Buddha has mercy... Ah... Ah..."

"Ah... What a sin... Ah..."

While raping Yingying, the two were also finding enlightenment in each other. Yingying was being penetrated from both ends, her body feeling as if she were flying on clouds, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. Qingxu, being a novice in female pleasure, ejaculated in the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, enjoying unprecedented pleasure. But Yingying seemed unsatisfied and spat out Fang Sheng's penis from her mouth.

"My dear queen, this humble monk hasn't had enough yet!"

"My cunt is still unbearably itchy, hurry up and put your cock in."

"If I don't go to hell, who will! This humble monk is coming."

Fang Sheng raised his penis and thrust it into Yingying's vagina. Fang Sheng had never seen a woman's body before, and today his penis struck for the first time, but it hit Yingying's anus.

Yingying cried out in pain, and Fang Sheng, without waiting for her reaction, quickly began to thrust. It was the first time a foreign object had entered Yingying's anus, and compared to the pain of being deflowered by Linghu Chong on their wedding night, it was a completely different feeling. Fang Sheng's penis felt incredibly comfortable being gripped by the walls of her anus.

"Hmph... Master, you're so amazing... You're making me feel both pain and itchiness... Ah..."

"Ah... Hurry up and fuck me inside... Ah..."

"Madam Linghu... Ah... From now on... I'll fuck you every day..."

"Mmm... My little cunt... I want Master to fuck it every day too... Ah..."

"Amitabha, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut."

"Ah... Master... This little slut is going to heaven... Ah... Ah..."

Fang Sheng felt a tingling numbness at the tip of his penis, and his semen had already shot into Yingying's body.

After Fang Sheng pulled out his penis, Qingxu had also recovered his breath, and his penis rose again to attack Yingying's cunt.

Inside the secret chamber, Lin Pingzhi watched as masters from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects took turns having sex with Yingying. Yingying had become like a bitch, willing to mate with any man, regardless of appearance. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Linghu Chong! I really want to know what your expression will be when you see your wife being raped by the men you respect, ha..."

While Yingying was suffering from the rape of Fang Sheng and Qingxu, Linghu Chong was on his way to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song to seek help from Master Fangzheng to cure his lustful poison. Along the way, whenever the poison flared up, Linghu Chong would have sex with Lan Fenghuang to relieve the pain.

After being deflowered by Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang became as docile as a lamb, completely obedient to him. Initially, Lan Fenghuang was merely a woman for Linghu Chong to satisfy his lust, but after multiple encounters, Linghu Chong began to have different feelings for her.

Lan Fenghuang possessed an alluring, wild beauty, a stark contrast to Yingying's gentle and refined nature. In particular, Lan Fenghuang was far more open in matters of lovemaking than Yingying, even actively inviting Linghu Chong to try various sexual positions.

Linghu Chong was already captivated by this woman of wild beauty.

That day, the two were only a day's journey from Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. Seeing that it was getting late, Linghu Chong found an inn to spend the night. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock at the door. Opening it, he saw Lan Fenghuang standing gracefully in the doorway.

Lan Fenghuang entered and looked at Linghu Chong with a mournful gaze. Linghu Chong gently held her small hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Fenghuang suddenly threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and whispered, "Brother Linghu, let's not go to Shaolin Temple tomorrow, okay?"

Linghu Chong asked curiously, "Why?"

Lan Fenghuang said, "If Master Fangzheng cures the aphrodisiac in your body, I'm afraid you won't want me anymore. Why don't we leave the Central Plains and return to Miao territory, live happily ever after, and never care about the affairs of the martial world again?" Linghu

Chong released her hands and said, "I can't be so selfish. Yingying and many of my junior sisters from Hengshan are still in the hands of the enemy. How can I abandon them? Besides, the Evil Lord's martial arts are astonishing. If we don't eliminate him, he will surely..." "It would endanger the martial arts world, so please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request."

Lan Fenghuang said with disappointment and resentment in her eyes, "I know Miss Ren is your wife, and my place in your heart naturally cannot compare to hers."

Linghu Chong embraced her, saying with utmost tenderness, "My little Fenghuang, don't worry. After these matters are resolved, I will find a way to properly settle you."

Lan Fenghuang gently kissed Linghu Chong, saying, "Brother Linghu, this is our last night together. After tomorrow, I will return to Miao territory, where I will wait for you. Let us cherish these last moments."

Lan Fenghuang removed all her clothes, revealing her bronze, healthy skin. Linghu Chong had seen it many times over the past ten days, yet it still felt fresh to him.

Linghu Chong also stripped naked, picked up Lan Fenghuang, and placed her on the bed, gently caressing every inch of her skin with tenderness. Lan Fenghuang's delicate body writhed as if in response to Linghu Chong's caresses.

Linghu Chong gently lifted her buttocks, his masculine penis poised to attack her entrance. Unlike his usual frenzied thrusting, he pumped slowly, as if treating his beloved wife. Lan Fenghuang felt an overwhelming sweetness, but the thought of their impending separation the next day, and the uncertainty of when they would meet again, brought tears to her eyes. Linghu Chong tenderly licked away her tears.

"My little Fenghuang, don't cry, my darling."

"My dear brother, love me with all your might."

Hearing this, Linghu Chong kissed her breasts passionately while simultaneously thrusting his penis forcefully. Lan Fenghuang's reaction grew increasingly intense.

"Good brother... dear brother... don't forget me."

"Little Phoenix... seductive sister... I can't forget your alluring body."

"Ah... um... good... so comfortable... ah..."

"Um... ah... brother... I love you to death... ah..."

"Hmph... um... I'm going to... I'm going to heaven... ah..."

After their passion subsided, Linghu Chong embraced Lan Fenghuang and fell asleep. The next morning, when Linghu Chong woke up, Lan Fenghuang was gone. He picked up a strand of hair that had fallen onto the bed during their lovemaking the night before, and felt a deep sense of melancholy.

Linghu Chong finally arrived at Shaolin Temple. Because Tian Boguang had arrived several days earlier than him, Linghu Chong only now learned that the Evil Lord was Lin Pingzhi, Fang Sheng, and Qingxu had fallen into misfortune, and that Bu Jie and the Six Immortals of Peach Valley had died tragically.

Linghu Chong sighed, "I never imagined that Junior Brother Lin was not dead and had mastered such martial arts. It seems that he is only after revenge for us."

Fang Zheng said, "Lin Pingzhi today is not the same as before. According to Benefactor Tian, this young man has reached the level of being able to control a sword with his qi. It seems that apart from Young Hero Linghu and Senior Feng's 'Nine Swords of Dugu', there is probably no one in the world who can rival him."

Linghu Chong smiled bitterly, "My internal energy has been depleted to less than 10%, and I am also

poisoned by a strange and aphrodisiac. Whenever it flares up, I can only relieve the pain by having intercourse with a woman." Fang Zheng took Linghu Chong's pulse and found that he was indeed poisoned, but it should not be life-threatening.

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment and said to Linghu Chong, "It seems that only our sect's 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' can remove the strange poison from Young Master Linghu's body. However, the only person in the world who has mastered the 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' is my senior brother, Master Fang Wu. Forty years ago, Senior Brother Fang Wu went into seclusion to cultivate and stopped caring about worldly affairs. Whether he is willing to treat Young Master Linghu depends on fate."

So Fang Zheng led Linghu Chong to the "Bodhi Cave" behind the mountain. When the two reached the cave entrance, Fang Zheng was about to explain their purpose when a loud voice of true energy came from within, saying, "I know why you've come. Junior brother, you should leave. I have my own plans."

Fang Zheng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, senior brother," and left Linghu Chong behind.

A voice from inside the cave said, "Young benefactor, please come in."

Linghu Chong felt a powerful internal force pulling him into the cave. The cave was pitch black and dark. A hand touched Linghu Chong's skull and exclaimed, "Not bad! Truly a rare martial arts prodigy. My divine skill finally has a successor!"

Linghu Chong felt a profound internal force flow from the top of his head into his body, gradually gathering his scattered true energy.

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