Blood and Tears of the Jianghu

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Zhong Chengxian, the leader of the Fire God Sect, is a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in the last hundred years, nicknamed "Divine Sword Prodigy."
In the ranking of martial arts masters in the lake, "Supreme, Prodigy, Witch, Four Families, Nine Demons, Sword God," the "Prodigy" refers
to him.
The Supreme Palace is located on the western border of Liaodong, and for decades, few masters have ventured into the Central Plains. The true extent of their martial arts skills remains unknown; only because
of the long-standing admiration of the Supreme Palace for its power do people in the martial arts world place its reputation at the top. However, Zhong Chengxian's true
strength is undeniable, hence his reputation as "Number One Martial Artist." Not only is he
handsome and dashing, but his martial arts are also exceptionally high, making him the dream lover of many unmarried young women in the martial arts world.
One afternoon, under the blazing sun, a fast horse galloped towards the foot of Hengshan Mountain. Before the people at the roadside teahouse could even
get a good look, the horse had already stopped in front of the shop.
"Shopkeeper, feed the horse, and another pot of the finest Longjing tea!"

A clear, melodious female voice rang out. Before the voice faded, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and everyone's eyes lit up as a
woman of about twenty entered. She was graceful, with snow-white skin and an exceptionally beautiful face. The previously
noisy teahouse immediately fell silent.
A waiter responded and promptly served the tea. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the beautiful young woman, who
seemed unfazed. She spat out a sip and began to drink her tea. Everyone was captivated by her elegant demeanor
and beauty.
At that moment, a disheveled old man wearing a straw hat slipped in, walked to a secluded corner, and sat down quietly.
No one noticed his presence. Occasionally, the old man would look up and catch a glimpse of the woman. His eyes flashed with lust as he stared intently at
her high, firm breasts. He felt his breath quicken and a fire rise in his lower abdomen. He shifted slightly, preparing to make a move, when
another young man entered. The man, around twenty years old, was spirited and handsome.
Upon seeing the beautiful young woman, he immediately cheered, "Shuangmei, I've finally met you!"
The woman was equally delighted to see the young man, and the two sat down together, immediately reminiscing about their time apart.
It turned out that the beautiful woman was named Shen Xueshuang, a disciple of the Hengshan Sect, and the young man was named Dugu Chao,
the only son of the Dugu family, one of the four great families of the martial arts world. Shen Xueshuang had successfully descended the mountain and informed Dugu Chao beforehand. Despite the long
journey personally came to fetch her. The two had been childhood sweethearts, and after many years apart, they had so much to say that they completely forgot
about the danger around them.
The two were having a lively conversation when they suddenly heard the neighing of a horse stop in front of the shop. At that moment, a young man walked in.
The man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong, muscular build. When he saw Shen Xueshuang, his eyes lit up and
his spirits immediately found a seat and sat down, staring intently at Shen Xueshuang's graceful and slender
figure.
Just as everyone was captivated by Shen Xueshuang's beauty, the old man in the secluded corner stood up, floated
over to Dugu Chao and Shen Xueshuang, and stared lustfully at Shen Xueshuang's high, firm breasts, completely disregarding the two of
them . He chuckled lewdly, "I never expected to find such a beauty at the foot of Hengshan Mountain. It seems
this old man is in for another stroke of good fortune." Upon hearing the old man's obscene words, Dugu Chao abruptly stood up, glaring angrily at him, "Hey old man, how dare
you be so rude! How dare the Dugu family allow you to act so presumptuously here!"
The old man's eyes narrowed, his face full of disdain, "The Dugu family? What four great families of the martial world? In my eyes, they're all
bullshit! Don't you even know who your grandfather is? When have I, Ding Can
, ever been afraid of anyone?" Upon hearing that the old man was none other than the infamous lecherous Ding Can, who had ravaged countless heroines, Dugu Chao and Shen Xueshuang
gasped in shock. The young man sitting next to them also jumped to his feet.
Seeing the situation turning immediately scattered like birds.
"Shuangmei, run! I'll handle this. You hurry back to the mountain and get reinforcements!" Dugu Chao, knowing he was no match for Ding Can,
urged Shen Xueshuang to flee.
Ding Can laughed loudly, "No beauty has ever escaped my grasp. If you two can walk out of
this door today, I, Ding Can, will have lived in vain."
Dugu Chao and Shen Xueshuang knew things were unlikely to end well, so they quickly drew their swords and attacked Ding Can. Both knew
the situation was dangerous, and they fought with all their might. Shen Xueshuang was the prized disciple of Abbess Ciyun, the head of Hengshan Sect, and in recent years had mastered
her sect's true teachings, almost reaching the ranks of top-tier martial arts masters. Dugu Chao, from a prestigious family, had also inherited his father Dugu Wubing's
true skills. When the two fought desperately, their attacks were like a thousand thunderbolts, immediately enveloping Ding Can in a blur of swords.
Ding Can's figure flashed, his palms moving like the wind, weaving through the sword shadows like a ghost. With a flick of his finger, Dugu
Chao and Shen Xueshuang felt their hands go numb, and both swords fell to the ground. Before they could react, Ding Can had already struck several
acupoints on their bodies, rendering them instantly immobile.
Ding Can stood in front of Shen Xueshuang, pinched her pale face, and lewdly grinned, "So beautiful. It's been so long since I've had
such a beautiful woman to play with. Tonight, this old man will have another night of pleasure."
Dugu Chao, seeing his beloved woman being defiled, was burning with rage, but Ding Can didn't even glance at him
. He picked up Shen Xueshuang and strode away.
At this moment, the young man left in the shop leaped up, released Dugu Chao from his acupoints, and quickly followed Ding Can's departing
figure.
Ding Can's figure was like the wind, and the young man tried his best to catch up, but the distance between them grew further and further, until finally only a black dot remained.
After turning a corner, the two disappeared from sight. The young man shook his head and sighed, feeling deeply saddened that such a beautiful woman as Shen Xueshuang
would surely lose her chastity in Ding Can's hands.
He continued to lament his fate on the official road when a fast horse galloped up and stopped in front of him.
He looked closely and saw a beautiful young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, fair skin, and
a sweet appearance.
The young woman glanced at the young man who was shaking his head and sighing: "Hey, young man, have you seen a tall, handsome man in his twenties,
riding a green-eared horse, carrying a jade flute, passing by here?"
The young man smiled wryly and said, "Miss, the person you're asking about is nameless and has an ordinary appearance. Such people
are ; how would I know who you're referring to?"
The beautiful young woman spat and said, "My brother Chengxian is no ordinary person! He's the renowned
'Divine Sword Prodigy'! Judging from your appearance, aren't you a member of the martial arts world?"
Upon hearing "Divine Sword Prodigy," the young man immediately perked up: "Miss, the 'Divine Sword Prodigy' you're talking about,
is it the one known as 'Divine Sword Prodigy, whose sword, once drawn, vanquishes all demons,' the Zhong Chengxian,
the leader of ?"
Upon hearing this, the beautiful young woman hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, have you seen him? Tell me quickly
where he is, I've been looking for him so hard!"
The young man shook his head and said, "Miss, I haven't seen him, but I have something I'd like to ask him for help with."
Seeing his anxious expression, the beautiful young woman became curious, "What is it? Do you need Brother Zhong's help?
Tell me, and I'll see if I can help."
So, the young man recounted what had happened at the teahouse not long ago. Upon hearing this, the young woman's eyebrows furrowed, and she angrily
exclaimed, "That lecherous scoundrel Ding! So lawless! With me here, I'll surely tear him to pieces!"
She inquired about their whereabouts and immediately spurred her horse into a gallop, giving chase. The young man followed closely behind. His lightness skill
was remarkable; he kept pace with her at a leisurely pace. As they walked and talked, the young man learned that the young woman's name was
Yue Rushuang, and she was Zhong Chengxian's maid. The young man, however, was Zhang Hao, a rising star of the Snow Mountain Sect.
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Dusk gradually descended. In a dilapidated temple in the mountains, Shen Xueshuang huddled in a corner, her delicate body trembling slightly, like
a lamb , her former spirit long gone. Ding Can, having eaten and drunk his fill, stared with lustful eyes at Shen Xueshuang's
full breasts and shapely buttocks, his lower abdomen already bulging with a large tent.
Shen Xueshuang's tight-fitting clothes outlined her exquisite and alluring body. Ding Can felt his mouth dry and his desire
growing stronger with each glance. He suddenly pounced on Shen Xueshuang, pinning her down and tearing off her
clothes with his hands. Shen Xueshuang cried out in surprise, kicking her legs and struggling desperately, only to be met with Ding Can's even more brutal tearing.
The weak woman was no match for the brutish lustful demon, especially with her martial arts skills suppressed. At this moment, Shen Xueshuang's strength
was only slightly greater than that of an average village woman, let alone a match for Ding Can. In a short while, with a few
soft "sizzles," Shen Xueshuang was stripped naked, revealing a captivating, curvaceous, and alluring body. Her two
high, firm breasts trembled violently, incredibly tempting. The dimly lit temple was instantly filled with an atmosphere of pure sensuality.
Ding Can stared, dumbfounded and drooling. He had been with countless beauties, but he never expected to encounter
a beauty like Shen Xueshuang today—a rare find, incredibly lucky. His lewd gaze was fixed greedily on
Shen Xueshuang's naked, exquisite body, his rough hands frantically caressing her high, firm breasts, kneading
them . At the same time, his thick, lustful lips slid down Shen Xueshuang's chin, lightly licking and kissing her, lingering for a long time
in her alluring, white cleavage.
Shen Xueshuang was a beautiful young woman, untouched by human hands, and usually cherished her virginity. She had never been touched by a man before, and today
, falling into the hands of Ding Can, this lecherous fiend, she was easily aroused. Before long, her crotch was wet, her delicate nose constantly exhaling
hot breath, and she occasionally let out a soft moan.
Ding Can, assessing the situation, saw that Shen Xueshuang was aroused and her resistance was weakening. He knelt down, straddling
her abdomen, removed his clothes, and pulled out his thick, hard penis. He pressed Shen Xueshuang's breasts together with both hands
, then inserted his burning-hot rod, slowly thrusting it between her breasts.
Shen Xueshuang felt a hot iron rod moving back and forth between her breasts. Opening her beautiful eyes, she saw Ding Can engrossed
in a passionate act of masturbation. She glanced at the penis, seeing its arrogant and domineering nature, and was startled, gasping involuntarily
, her pretty face instantly flushing crimson.
Seeing Shen Xueshuang's astonished expression, Ding Can knew her meaning and said smugly, "My beauty, isn't my
thing big enough? I bet you haven't tasted its flavor yet. I'll be gentle with you later, and I guarantee you'll be
in ecstasy."
"No, please let me go, please!" Shen Xueshuang felt her heart flutter with desire, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.
She could
n't help but twist her body, letting out a soft moan, her pleas so weak. Ding Can chuckled lewdly, unperturbed. He saw Shen Xueshuang's flushed face, her infinite shyness, and secretly
laughed to , "Why would I spit out the meat that's already in my mouth? Later, you'll be begging me to make love to you."
He turned her over, ignoring Shen Xueshuang's resistance, and buried his head between her thighs. His hot tongue darted across
her labia, and Shen Xueshuang felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, involuntarily moaning repeatedly. Although she tried her best to suppress and endure it,
the tingling sensation was both pleasurable and unpleasant, like insects crawling or ants scratching, or like a feather gently tickling her, causing her whole
body to convulse. Involuntarily, she raised her fair, tender buttocks to meet the nimble tongue.
At this moment, Shen Xueshuang's desire was aroused, her body burning with lust. She moaned and panted, her crotch already dripping with lustful fluid,
wishing she could be with Ding Can immediately.
Ding Can, seeing Shen Xueshuang's seductive state, felt his burning penis grow even harder and hotter. He lifted Shen Xueshuang's jade-like
legs, clamping them around his waist, and pressed his thick, hard penis against her wet, slippery cleft, rubbing it repeatedly. Shen Xueshuang felt
something hot and huge pressing against her lower body, throbbing. Each time the penis rubbed against her vulva, Shen
Xueshuang gasped for breath. She was consumed by lust, completely devoid of any resistance, only
a thirst for carnal pleasure remained. At this moment, she desperately wanted Ding Can to thrust his penis inside her immediately.
Seeing that Shen Xueshuang was already aroused beyond control, Ding Can knew the time was almost right. Having already restrained himself for so long in front of Shen
Xueshuang 's alluring body, he could no longer hold back. He guided his throbbing
, black penis, aimed it at her vulva, and slowly squeezed in.
Ding Can felt Shen Xueshuang's vagina was incredibly narrow, the tender flesh tightly gripping his penis. He groaned in pleasure. He
took a deep breath, preparing to break through the barriers and enter, when suddenly, he heard the rapid sound of hooves; someone
was galloping towards the dilapidated temple. Seeing the situation was dire, he hastily drew his staff and quickly put on his clothes. Just as he finished dressing, a
beautiful young woman and a burly young man leaped in. The newcomers were Yue Rushuang and Zhang Hao.
Yue Rushuang saw Shen Xueshuang, who was hiding naked in the corner, cowering as she dressed. Her face was filled with malice, and
she shouted at Ding Can, "You lecherous thief, you've run into my hands today. I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
Ding Can saw that it was another beautiful young woman and didn't care. "I thought she was some formidable character. Turns out,
another delicious meal delivered to my door. Hehe, it seems I, Ding Can, am quite lucky with women."
Yue Rushuang saw that Ding Can was speaking lewdly, and her pretty face turned frosty. She immediately drew her knife and attacked. "Don't be so rude!
I'll show you what I'm capable of!" The silver scissors flew out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, each move aimed directly at Ding Can's vital points.
Zhang Hao stood to the side, observing the scene. He saw Yue Rushuang and Ding Can fighting fiercely, neither of them at a disadvantage. He was filled with
admiration : "I didn't expect her to have such skill at such a young age. She truly deserves the title of the Two Beauties of the Divine Sect."
Taking advantage of the fierce fight between the two, he took a set of women's clothing from the horse ridden by Yue Rushuang
and draped it over Shen Xueshuang. He then casually released the pressure points that had been sealed on her. His gaze fell upon her soft breasts and jade-like buttocks, her full breasts and shapely
hips her pubic hair lush and smooth to the touch, soft and boneless. His heart pounded, and his handsome face flushed.
Shen Xueshuang turned her beautiful eyes back, full of gratitude. She retreated to the side and quickly dressed herself. Zhang Hao looked closely
and saw Shen Xueshuang, her face streaked with tears, graceful and charming, possessing boundless allure. He secretly admired her: truly a
natural beauty, and couldn't help but be captivated.
The two stood by, watching Yue Rushuang and Ding Can fiercely fight. Ding Can's palms moved like the wind, shouting repeatedly, yet he could
n't get even half a step closer to Yue Rushuang. Yue Rushuang, under Ding Can's overwhelming onslaught, showed no sign of defeat. She
wielded her silver scissors flawlessly, occasionally seizing an opening to launch a counterattack. Shen Xueshuang stared at Ding Can , her pretty face flushed, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath, her eyes blazing with fury, clearly filled with intense hatred
for him . 　　Ding Can and Yue Rushuang fought for a while, but Ding Can couldn't gain the slightest advantage. He was quite surprised and suddenly leaped out the arena, asking, "Wait! Who are you? How can you have such skill at such a young age?" 　　Yue Rushuang put away her silver scissors and brandished them: "Ding Can, you lecherous scoundrel, look carefully. I, Yue Rushuang, never kill nameless nobodies with my silver scissors." 　　Ding Can was shocked: "Are you Yue Rushuang, one of the 'Twin Beauties of the Divine Cult' under the command of Leader Zhong?" 　　Yue Rushuang didn't expect Ding Can to recognize her name. She raised her pretty face, flicked her ponytail, and replied, "That's right, I am your aunt." Her voice was clear and melodious, full of pride, and quite charming. 　　Ding Can's old face turned deathly pale. His eyes darted around nervously, clearly showing his extreme anxiety. He thought to himself , "I've always heard that Zhong Chengxian and the two beauties of the Divine Sect are inseparable. With one of them here today, Zhong Chengxian must be nearby. Escaping is the priority." 　　He clasped his fists, feinted an attack, and leaped out of the side window of the dilapidated temple. His voice drifted back, " Since Miss Yue of the Divine Sect is here, I'll give Sect Leader Zhong some face. When you see Sect Leader Zhong, please give him my regards." His voice rang out, but he was already far away. 　　Zhang Hao and Shen Xueshuang were overjoyed to see Ding Can escape. They surrounded Yue Rushuang, filled with admiration. Shen Xueshuang held Yue Rushuang's slender hand, thanking her profusely. 　　Yue Rushuang showed no joy, patting her chest and muttering, "That was close, that was close." 　　Zhang Hao was puzzled: "Miss Yue, your martial arts are superb. Ding Can has already been driven away by you. What danger was there?" 　　Yue Rushuang turned and smiled: "You don't know, but Ding Can's martial arts are actually very high. If we had continued fighting, even if the three of us joined forces, we would have had a hard time gaining the upper hand. As the leader of the Nine Demons, his martial arts are naturally extraordinary. The reason he ran away today was not because my martial arts were stronger than his, but because he was intimidated by the name of my brother Zhong. Didn't you hear what he said before he left ? He still thought my sect leader was nearby." 　　Zhang Hao and Shen Xueshuang couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement. When Shen Xueshuang heard the name Zhong Chengxian, her heart skipped a beat. She remembered the danger . If Yue Rushuang hadn't come to her rescue in time, she feared that her precious virginity would have been destroyed by the lecherous Ding Can. She knelt down, sobbing, "Xue Shuang thanks Miss Yue again for saving my life." 　　Yue Ru Shuang hurriedly said, "Sister Shen, you flatter me. It was purely by chance that we managed to drive away Ding Can this time. Ding Can has roamed the martial world find a way to get rid of him as soon as possible." As she spoke, she quickly helped Shen Xue Shuang up and began to talk to her warmly. 　　Zhang Hao, who was standing to the side, heard her say this and promptly interjected, "Miss Yue, I have an idea, but I don't know if I should say it?" 　　Seeing his solemn tone, Yue Ru Shuang asked, "What is it?" 　　Zhang Hao said, "Looking at the martial world today, there are only a handful of people who can deal with Ding Can. If Leader Zhong is willing to take action, he can definitely kill this lecherous villain Ding Can." 　　Shen Xue Shuang, having been humiliated, hated Ding Can to the bone. Hearing Zhang Hao say this, she also joined in the encouragement. 　　Hearing their reasoning, Yue Rushuang sighed and shook her head, saying, "You don't understand. Although Brother martial arts are unparalleled, he is kind and benevolent. He would never kill anyone." She thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped her forehead, jumping for joy: "I've got it! How come I didn't think of that? He lives not far from here!" 　　Zhang Hao and Shen Xueshuang were puzzled by Yue Rushuang's seemingly random statement: "Miss Yue, who are you talking about?" 　　Yue Rushuang happily replied, "You've heard of the Sword God, haven't you?" 　　Shen Xueshuang nodded: "He's a master from the Dugu family, Dugu Chao's uncle. I know him." 　　Zhang Hao also said, "The Sword God, Dugu Wuqing, is on the master ranking list ." "I've heard that his Qilin Sword is rarely matched , but he's always elusive, appearing and disappearing like a dragon. Even though we're from the Dugu family, we rarely see him." 　　Yue Rushuang smiled slightly, took out a gilded steel plaque from her bosom, and said, "This is the Sacred Flame Token . Dugu Wuqing is on good terms with my sect leader. As long as he holds this Sacred Flame Token, he'll obey any order, even if it means going through fire and water." 　　Zhang Hao said excitedly, "Since this can persuade the Sword God, let's go now. We must persuade him to come out of seclusion and kill the lecherous demon Ding Can, ridding the martial world of this scourge." 　　Yue Rushuang sighed softly and said, "I'm not going. I still need to find the sect leader. He left without saying goodbye . I must get an explanation from him." 　　"There's no time to lose. In that case, I'll go." 　　Seeing Shen Xueshuang's depressed expression and Yue Rushuang's urgent need to find Zhong Chengxian, Zhang Hao volunteered. He inquired about Dugu Wuqing's whereabouts, received the Sacred Flame Token from Yue Rushuang, and, under the cover of night, used his lightness skill to gallop away. 　　Only the two beauties remained in the temple. Seeing that Shen Xueshuang had been listless since being rescued, Yue Rushuang comforted her . The two led their horses, chatting as they rode under the moonlight. The horses clattered, and they talked about their daily experiences and various amusing incidents. Their occasional giggles startled a flock of night birds, instantly adding vitality . 　　Yue Rushuang, two years younger than Shen Xueshuang, addressed her as "elder sister." When she recounted her adventures with Zhong Chengxian, her voice was filled with admiration and excitement, revealing her lively and cheerful nature. Shen Xueshuang was captivated, listening intently. She felt a deep affection for them; to roam the martial world with such heroes was a great joy in her life, leaving no regrets.

(II) Mistaken
Encounter Zhang Hao hurried under the cover of night, eager to find the Sword God, Dugu Wuqing. He believed that the longer he delayed
in killing the lecherous demon Ding Can, the more women would suffer humiliation. Shen Xueshuang was a prime example.
Thinking of Shen Xueshuang, his heart swelled with desire; perhaps it was love at first sight. From the moment he first saw her,
his heart was irrevocably drawn to her. That fleeting glimpse, through Shen Xueshuang's
torn undergarments, was the first time he had seen a woman's naked body—how breathtaking! Snow-white skin,
full breasts, pert buttocks, and a slit in the lush grass, glistening with lustful moisture—
so alluring, so intoxicating.
He felt his body heat up, his desire growing stronger with each thought. Despite the whistling mountain wind, it couldn't dispel
the heat within him. His steps unconsciously slowed. After walking for most of the night, he felt quite tired. Through
the moonlight , he saw a thatched hut halfway up the mountain. It was a makeshift shelter built by the local villagers for hunting,
uninhabited. He planned to get there, find a place to sleep, and then head to Black Dragon Pool to find the Sword God the next day.
Before he even reached the hut, a high-pitched moan, both painful and pleasurable, rang out,
particularly clear in the desolate night.
Zhang Hao was startled: Could it be that some villagers were having sex in the wild at this hour? But this place was far from
any village … The more he thought about it, the less likely it seemed. Suddenly, a thought struck him: Could it be Ding Can? He decided to
investigate.
Zhang Hao crept stealthily towards the hut. The closer he got, the louder the moans became—a man's panting,
a woman 's soft moans, the sounds of flesh colliding, and lewd whispers filling his ears, instantly arousing Zhang Hao's groin, causing him considerable
discomfort.
He secretly parted the grass beneath his feet and peered through the dim moonlight. Sure enough, it was Ding Can!
He was straddling a woman from behind, thrusting vigorously. The woman faced Zhang Hao; she was beautiful,
with fair skin and swaying breasts that were indescribably alluring. Zhang Hao stared intently,
startled . This woman was none other than Shen Xueshuang's senior sister, Zhuang Mengdie, the eldest of the "Three Beauties of Hengshan."
Zhuang Mengdie was no ordinary woman; she was the wife of Chen Mutian, the great hero of Xiangbei. She herself was no weakling in martial arts, even
surpassing Shen Xueshuang. She was renowned in the martial arts world alongside Feng Qingqing, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Shao family, Bai Shengyi, the young mistress of the Qu family, and Cheng Lixue, Zhang Hao's
senior sister They were known as "Southern Butterfly, Northern Phoenix" and "Eastern Yi, Western Xue,"
a title coined by martial arts enthusiasts in their leisure time to comment on beautiful young women. Little did they know that this very commentary had attracted countless swarms of
suitors, all eager to possess her.
Fortunately, these four beauties were all highly skilled, and their husbands were also renowned, which deterred the lecherous thieves, who could only
admire her from afar. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Mengdie had fallen into the clutches of a demon, being raped by Ding Can in this desolate wilderness, her seductive allure fully revealed, her cries of lust
echoing.
It turned out that today, Dugu Chao saw Shen Xueshuang captured by Ding Can and, knowing he was no match for him, hurriedly returned to Hengshan Sect to fetch reinforcements.
Zhuang Mengdie happened to be visiting her master these past two days, so she followed Abbess Ciyun and led a group of junior brothers and sisters, splitting into two groups
to search for Shen Xueshuang.
Unexpectedly, they encountered Ding Can on the way. Ding Can, intimidated by Zhong Chengxian's name, dared not be disrespectful to Yue Rushuang and fled, abandoning the beauty
. His pent-up lust, aroused by Shen Xueshuang, had nowhere to be released
. Upon seeing Zhuang Mengdie, and finding her beauty no less than Shen Xueshuang's, and her figure even more alluring, he abducted her without a word. Reaching this mountainside, they saw a thatched hut and, seeing
that the place was remote and far from human habitation, assumed that Zhong Chengxian would not have been able to reach this place, so they pinned Zhuang Mengdie to the ground and relieved themselves on the spot.
At first, Zhuang Mengdie struggled desperately, but her pressure points were controlled, and she gradually lost her strength. Ding Can, being an expert in this area, quickly
stripped her naked. Her tightly closed legs were pulled apart by Ding Can, exposing her vulva, which was then thrust into by his thick penis
. Knowing there was no way to resist, she could only weep in despair. Ding Can's lust was particularly high tonight. Unable to taste Shen
Xueshuang poured all his passion onto Zhuang Mengdie. When Zhang Hao saw Zhuang Mengdie screaming loudly,
Ding Can had already ejaculated five times inside her.
At this moment, Zhang Hao saw that Ding Can's eyes were tightly closed, he was extremely comfortable, and his attention was entirely focused
on Zhuang Mengdie's beautiful body. His penis was also intoxicated by that enchanting paradise, moving in and out, bringing out a pool of lustful fluid .
He was completely unaware of Zhang Hao's presence beside him. Zhang Hao couldn't help but think, "If I were to strike now, he would be in a state of ecstasy and would have no chance to resist.
If I time it right, I could definitely kill him."
A mountain wind blew in gusts, occasionally bringing a chill. Zhang Hao felt a cold sweat break out. He knew that his martial arts skills were
far inferior to Ding Can's, so he continued to sneak up behind Ding Can. Through the gaps in the grass, he stared intently at Ding Can,
his heart pounding with extreme tension.
Ding Can was completely unaware of the approaching danger. At this moment, all his attention was focused on Zhuang Mengdie.
A thick, dark penis slid in and out of Zhuang Mengdie's alluring vagina, grinding and thrusting gently. His rough hands reached under her breasts, kneading and
squeezing her flesh, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, making her moan repeatedly. Zhuang Mengdie's cherry lips were raised high, her head swaying slightly,
her small mouth emitting soft moans, clearly enjoying herself immensely. By the time Ding Can thrust into her for the sixth time, she
had forgotten the humiliation she had suffered, completely immersed in this intoxicating ecstasy.
Standing behind Ding Can, Zhang Hao saw that each thrust exposed the tender flesh of Zhuang Mengdie's vagina, bringing forth
a gush of vaginal fluid. The "plop plop" sounds of the thrusting, the slapping of the penis against her buttocks, rekindled Zhang Hao's recently extinguished
lust. His lower abdomen throbbed, and his penis stood erect. He wished he
were Ding Can right now, pounding into Zhuang Mengdie's shapely body.
"Miss Zhuang, are you enjoying this?" Ding Can leered, stroking Zhuang Mengdie's buttocks.
Zhuang Mengdie, who was being penetrated by Ding Can to the point of ecstasy, turned her pretty face away, her face full of shyness, feeling both humiliated and
pleasured , and dared not look at Ding Can. Seeing that she did not answer, Ding Can thrust his large penis into her honey hole a few times, causing
Zhuang Mengdie to moan loudly.
Ding Can turned Zhuang Mengdie over and picked her up, pulling her close, his rough hands tightly gripping her snowy breasts, while his lewd tongue
kissed her cherry-like mouth, and then he took the opportunity to suck hard on Zhuang Mengdie's delicate tongue, constantly
stirring it in her mouth, while his lower body gently bumped against her. Zhuang Mengdie initially dodged to the left and right, but soon
she responded passionately . Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and she let out a soft hum, completely entranced and intoxicated.
Zhang Hao, watching Zhuang Mengdie's alluring demeanor, was overwhelmed by her captivating charm and couldn't control himself. In a daze...
Unable to resist, he pulled out his manhood and began to frantically rub it, completely forgetting that his formidable enemy, the lecherous Ding Can, was right in front of him.
Ding Can was diligently working in Zhuang Mengdie's tight vagina when he suddenly heard heavy breathing behind him.
Startled , he hurriedly pulled his penis out of her alluring vagina, quickly leaped up, and went outside. There he saw a burly
young man frantically masturbating; it was none other than the young man from earlier that day. He chuckled, "Since we're kindred spirits,
why not come in and enjoy the view together?"
Zhang Hao, caught in the act and intimidated by Ding Can's lecherous power, hesitated, unable to find
a moment's peace. He was a very clever man, and realizing that his impulsive actions had cost him a golden opportunity to kill Ding Can,
his mind raced: If I fight him now, I'll hardly gain any advantage. I might as well go along with him and
kill . Unbeknownst to him, Ding Can was a seasoned veteran. He noticed Zhang Hao's shifty eyes and knew his intentions, but
being skilled and daring, he completely disregarded Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao was embarrassed, unsure whether to go in or leave. Ding Can pulled him along, and he involuntarily followed him
into the outhouse. Zhuang Mengdie lay naked on the ground, her full buttocks slightly upturned, her body as white as snow, her alabaster
skin and the subtle cleavage fully exposed! Seeing the sudden appearance of a burly young man, her pretty face
flushed crimson with shyness. She quickly buried her head in his arms, not daring to look again.
Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's coy and coquettish demeanor, Ding Can suddenly had a strange thought: "Although this young man is a righteous person, his
demonic roots are deeply ingrained. With a little training, he can surely bring glory to my demonic sect. Why don't I..." He made up his mind and
chuckled at Zhang Hao, "Little brother, with such beauty before you, why not enjoy it together?"
Zhang Hao turned his handsome face away, his expression disdainful, clearly showing his utter contempt for Ding Can.
Ding Can was unperturbed: "Since little brother is too shy, then I won't stand on ceremony."
He looked at Zhuang Mengdie's fair and tender flesh, and his lust flared up again. His penis grew even thicker. He
was too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Hao anymore and immediately buried his face between Zhuang Mengdie's beautiful breasts and full buttocks. Zhuang Mengdie, seeing another person beside her,
lightly punched and pushed, refusing to let Ding Can get close. Ding Can, aroused, lay on his side, lifted one of her jade legs,
aimed his penis at her vulva, and thrust it in through the side entrance.
Forced into her by Ding Can, Zhuang Mengdie let out a soft "Ah!" her beautiful face furrowing slightly, a mixture of pain and
satisfaction . The hot penis thrust in and out of her honeyed orifice, burning her with intense pleasure. But the thought of a
stranger watching filled her with humiliation and helplessness, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. She couldn't scream or cry
. She could only tightly close her cherry lips, suppressing any moans, maintaining her ladylike image to avoid Zhang Hao seeing her
wanton allure. Yet, soft moans escaped her throat, revealing her endless desire.
Zhang Hao stood to the side, turning his head away, not wanting to watch this lewd scene. But Ding Can seemed to be deliberately
defying him, constantly changing positions, using his best techniques, until Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were glazed with desire, and she moaned
repeatedly. At first, she tried to suppress her moans, but Ding Can's thick, erect penis churned inside her
, thrusting and pounding, and even more agonizingly, his rough hands seemed to possess boundless magic, grabbing and kneading her breasts from
behind , making her feel like she was on fire, causing her vaginal fluids to gush out continuously.
With each thrust of Ding Can, fluids splashed around her, an irresistible temptation. She felt that only by crying out loud could she feel more
comfortable and release her suppressed passion. Zhuang Mengdie could no longer hold back, moaning loudly, each sound higher and louder
, each more seductive and alluring than the last.
Hearing the lewd sounds, Zhang Hao could no longer resist, taking off his clothes, pulling out his enormous penis, and frantically stroking
it .
Seeing Zhang Hao's bloodshot eyes, Ding Can knew he had fallen into his trap. He sneered inwardly, "What righteous people?
They fucking bastards! Every single one of them is a hypocrite. In front of a naked, sexy woman, they're like flies smelling
mutton, revealing their true colors."
He pulled out his penis, flipped Zhuang Mengdie's alluring body over, positioning himself on top, and beckoned Zhang Hao over.
At first, Zhang Hao hesitated, but when he saw Zhuang Mengdie's round, high-perched buttocks facing him, a hint of
softness between them, lush pubic hair, and stains of lust, he felt a surge of heat, his lustful courage rising. He stepped forward, grasped his throbbing
erection, brought it to her vulva, rubbed it, and prepared to thrust inside.
Zhuang Mengdie opened her mouth as if to beg, but Ding Can, lying below, stuck out his long tongue and stuffed it into her cherry-like mouth, leaving only muffled
whimpers. She twisted her waist and swayed her hips, trying her best to dodge, but Zhang Hao grabbed her buttocks with both hands, immediately immobilizing her. Seeing that she
no longer thrust his penis in, filling her completely.
It was Zhang Hao's first time having sex, and he felt the layers of tender flesh inside Zhuang Mengdie's vagina gripping his penis with great pleasure. He imitated
Ding Can's thrusting technique, moving his penis in and out of her vagina. Although Zhuang Mengdie had been married for many years,
her vagina was still as tight as a virgin's. The tender flesh tightly wrapped around his penis, squeezing and sucking it powerfully, making Zhang Hao feel dizzy and trembling .
He felt that the greatest pleasure in life was this.
Compared to Ding Can, Zhang Hao's technique was not as experienced, but he was young and handsome, and his penis was thicker and more powerful, giving
Zhuang Mengdie a greater sense of psychological satisfaction. The large penis was inserted into her vagina, filling it completely.
Even without thrusting, Zhuang Mengdie felt a great sense of fullness.
She felt the burning hot penis pressed tightly against the deepest part of her vagina, its heat causing
an indescribable tingling sensation, like thousands of ants gently biting and sucking. Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but sway her hips slightly,
rubbing the penis against the tender flesh of her vagina to relieve the itch.
Ding Can, lying below, seeing Zhang Hao's lack of understanding, immediately pointed it out: "Silly boy, Lady Zhuang's vagina
is itchy , why don't you hurry up and unleash your power?"
He said this, but his rough mouth didn't stop, sucking on Zhuang Mengdie's swaying breasts with a "tsk tsk" sound
. Reminded by his words, Zhang Hao thrust his hips forward, penetrating deep into Zhuang Mengdie's honeyed depths,
each thrust hitting the flesh, making Zhuang Mengdie moan and cry out incessantly.
Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's aroused state, Zhang Hao became even more aroused, feeling his penis throbbing and swelling
even . He was like a ferocious beast, ravaging the beautiful heroine with madness. His iron-like penis
pressed tightly against her plump, jade-like buttocks, thrusting fiercely into her honey-dripping paradise.
At this moment, Zhuang Mengdie tilted her head back, her red lips slightly parted, emitting uncontrollable moans: "Mmm...
Oh..."
Encouraged by her moans, Zhang Hao thrust wildly, completely intoxicated by this alluring, snow-white body.
All night long, Zhang Hao and Ding Can ravaged Zhuang Mengdie,
venting their excess energy on the beautiful heroine's alluring, snow-white body. Zhuang Mengdie was numbed by their ejaculation, feeling both pleasure and shame.
In the end , she didn't even have the strength to weep; she could only spread her legs wide, revealing her alluring vulva, allowing the two men
to take as they pleased.
When the morning sun rose and shone into the thatched hut, Zhuang Mengdie lay sprawled on the ground,
her plump buttocks high in the air. Her firm breasts, with their bright red nipples still erect, were still dripping with semen from her swollen, red vagina,
unable . Her genitals were stained with
countless drops of semen, a scene of utter debauchery.
Zhang Hao ejaculated seven times on Zhuang Mengdie that night. Later, his head spun, and he
fell asleep, his body pressed against hers, thighs overlapping. Half-asleep, Zhang Hao was suddenly awakened by a soft sobbing sound. Opening
his eyes , he saw Zhuang Mengdie huddled in a corner, dressing and crying as she did so, her delicate shoulders heaving, clearly heartbroken.
Zhang Hao's mind immediately cleared. Recalling the absurd events of the previous night, he felt both remorse and sorrow. He couldn't
believe he had acted so foolishly. He glanced at Ding Can, who was snoring nearby, and a surge of anger
rose within him. He, a righteous man, had fallen for a lecherous demon. If word got out, how could he
ever face the martial world again?
He crept closer to Ding Can, channeled his inner energy, and struck down at the top of Ding Can's head. Unexpectedly,
a gust of wind blew, and before he could react, Ding Can had already floated to the side, staring at him with mocking eyes, as if
watching a monkey being toyed with. It turned out that he had woken up when Zhuang Mengdie sobbed. If he didn't even have this much awareness, how could he possibly
survive in the martial world?
Zhang Hao roared and unleashed his Snow Mountain Palm Technique, launching a relentless attack on Ding Can.
However, the seemingly powerful palm strikes were like stones sinking into the sea before Ding Can. He stood still, effortlessly deflecting Zhang Hao's attacks. While parrying the blows, he
said, "Brother Zhang, how carefree and pleasureful we were last night! Why turn your back on me so quickly? Why
fight to the death so early? If you fancy this woman, I'll let you have her. Hehe..."
Zhuang Mengdie hid in a corner, tears still glistening in her eyes, her face flushed. Her tattered
undergarments the glimpse of her ample bosom. She
was utterly bewildered as to why these two lecherous men had suddenly started fighting.
"Who called you brother! Who's jealous of you! You've ruined my reputation in the martial world! Today, I
'll fight you to the death!" Zhang Hao shouted as he continued his relentless attacks.
Ding Can chuckled, "Brother Zhang, you're no match for me. Killing you would be
effortless for me ."
As if to prove his strength, Ding Can lunged forward, grabbing at Zhang Hao's chest with
incredible and precision. Zhang Hao couldn't dodge in time and was struck at his Tankou acupoint, instantly becoming weak and collapsing to the ground,
unable to move.
Ding Can lifted Zhang Hao, pinched his bones, and clicked his tongue in amazement, "I never expected you to be
such a good martial arts student. What a pity... what a pity." This "pity" was for Zhang Hao's lack of a proper teacher.
Zhang Hao cursed wildly. Ever since he had violated Zhuang Mengdie the night before,
committing vile curses, Ding Can became enraged. He restrained Zhang Hao's
martial arts, dragged him out of the outhouse, slapping him as he went, leaving Zhuang Mengdie behind.
Along the way, the two exchanged insults incessantly. In their heated exchange, Zhang Hao even hurled insults at Ding Can's ancestors
. Ding Can, seeing Zhang Hao's extraordinary bearing, was determined to take him as his disciple. Initially,
he was furious at Zhang Hao's insults, but as Zhang Hao's insults grew more vigorous and unrestrained, Ding Can found them quite palatable and stopped hitting him, letting him
shout until he was hoarse.
The two walked and stopped intermittently. Ding Can repeatedly tried to persuade Zhang Hao to become his disciple, but Zhang Hao remained unmoved,
eventually ignoring Ding Can altogether. He was quite clever; through pushing and shoving, he gradually led Ding Can towards Black Dragon Pool.
That afternoon, the two reached a stream in a canyon. The canyon was steep and precipitous on both sides.
Suddenly , another argument broke out. Ding Can, enraged by the insults, threw a punch at Zhang Hao's chest. Zhang Hao dodged to the side, and with
a "thud," something fell from his chest.
Ding Can picked it up and saw it was the Sacred Flame Token of the Fire Worshiping Cult. His expression immediately shifted between light and dark. He looked at Zhang Hao
and asked, "Boy, are you a member of the Fire Worshiping Cult?"
Knowing that he was afraid of Zhong Chengxian, Zhang Hao casually lied, "That's right, my grandfather is a disciple of Master Zhong of the Fire Worshiping Cult."
Ding Can, observing his expression, knew he was lying and laughed loudly, "The Fire Worshiping Cult has a disciple like you? That's
a curse on your ancestors for eighteen generations."
Zhang Hao pretended to be serious, "My Fire Worshiping Cult is thriving under Master Zhong's leadership, how prestigious we are! You
have humiliated , but when Master Zhong finds out, he will definitely give you a hard time."
Seeing that he was stubbornly insisting, Ding Can laughed loudly, "Even if Zhong Chengxian were here, I wouldn't be afraid of him."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out, "Who dares to speak ill of me, Zhong?" Before the voice stopped,
two people slowly walked out from the woods at a side fork in the road.
The one who spoke was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, handsome and elegant, carrying a jade flute, extremely
refined and scholarly. Beside him stood a man nearing forty, carrying a Qilin sword, burly and imposing, with piercing eyes and a
weathered . The two men, standing there, exuded an aura of authority that completely intimidated Ding Can. These two were none other than
the renowned figures of the martial world: "Divine Sword Prodigy" Zhong Chengxian and "Sword God" Dugu Wuqing!
Ding Can hadn't expected to encounter these two most formidable figures here. He feared Zhong Chengxian most in his life, yet his
greatest fear had led him to this very situation. Under Zhong Chengxian's overwhelming aura, he stammered, unable to utter a word. Zhang Hao,
upon seeing this, was immediately impressed.
Seeing Ding Can's pale face, Zhong Chengxian smiled slightly: "Ding Can, your eight brothers have all reformed and joined
my Divine Sect, bound by my rules. You should rein in your ways and turn back before it's too late."
The Nine Demons had wreaked havoc on the martial world for years, and in the past two years, Zhong Chengxian had put in considerable effort to subdue them one by one. Only Ding Can remained
, always a loner, elusive and extremely difficult to find.
Ding Can knew that his martial arts skills were far inferior to Zhong Chengxian's, and that he would hardly escape unscathed today. He had been
timid and hesitant , but seeing Zhong Chengxian's words, he mustered his courage and stood up: "I, Ding Can, am used to being free and unrestrained. If I am
to be bound by the rules of the Divine Sect and not be able to live a carefree life, I would rather die than join the Divine Sect!" He spoke with great
determination.
Zhong Chengxian frowned and turned to Dugu Wuqing, saying, "Brother Dugu, what do you think is the best way to resolve this matter?"
Before Dugu Wuqing could speak, Zhang Hao blurted out, "Ding Can, that lecherous demon, refuses to submit. His martial arts should be crippled to
prevent him from causing further trouble in the martial world."
Zhong Chengxian's eyes flashed like lightning as he looked at Zhang Hao and nodded, "I don't usually like killing people. What this brother
says is quite right."
Upon hearing this, Ding Can's face turned ashen. He glared fiercely at Zhang Hao. By his nature, he had long wanted to beat this
kid up, but in front of Zhong Chengxian, he dared not show the slightest impudence.
Seeing Ding Can hesitate and seem about to flee, Dugu Wuqing turned to Zhong Chengxian and said, "Brother, hold your hand. Let
me have a go at him."
Ding Can, seeing Dugu Wuqing's eagerness, felt a surge of hope. He knew both men were men of their word;
if the "Sword God" wanted to fight, Zhong Chengxian would not interfere. He wasn't a match for Zhong Chengxian,
but he was confident he could handle Dugu Wuqing; otherwise, his name wouldn't be ranked ahead of the Sword God on the martial arts leaderboard.
Seeing that Dugu Wuqing wanted to fight Ding Can alone, Zhong Chengxian didn't want to refuse him. He smiled at him, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "
Since Brother Dugu wants to join the fray, I won't say more. But do you know what powerful weapons Ding Can usually uses?"
Dugu Wuqing, unprepared for Zhong Chengxian's question, shook his head. Zhang Hao, standing nearby, also found it strange. He usually saw
Ding Can fight bare-handed; could he be hiding a powerful weapon? He looked at Zhong Chengxian, his face full of
questions .
Before they could ask any questions, Zhong Chengxian began to speak: "Since we are all martial artists, we all have
weapons . For example, everyone knows that Brother Dugu's swordsmanship is superb, and he wields a precious sword. But some people don't
show off their skills usually, and they never reveal their killing moves unless it's a critical moment. Ding Can is known as the 'Lustful Demon,' so his weapon naturally
matches his nickname. It can be used for self-defense and also as a flirting tool. In my opinion, it must be the Judge's Pen."
Before he finished speaking, Ding Can was already terrified, which showed that what Zhong Chengxian said was true. Dugu Wuqing and Zhang Hao
were very impressed that Zhong Chengxian had guessed Ding Can's weapon so accurately without even making a move.
Dugu Wuqing tightened his clothes, drew his Qilin Sword, and jumped down from the arena. Knowing that their opponents today were
rare in their lives, the two were very cautious. They found an open space and began to fight.
Ding Can moved with lightning speed, lightly striking out with a palm towards Dugu Wuqing's face. The move itself seemed ordinary,
but midway through, it suddenly shifted to his abdomen. Dugu Wuqing, a seasoned warrior, wouldn't be easily fooled and immediately
swung his sword to slash at Ding Can's hand. Ding Can reacted swiftly, his figure shifting, already behind Dugu Wuqing. His palms
danced back.
Zhang Hao watched from the sidelines, observing Ding Can's unpredictable palm techniques. Each strike, halfway through its trajectory, would change direction
several times—a style of palm technique so fantastical it was unlike anything he had ever seen. Dugu Wuqing's Qilin sword followed closely,
changing its attack wherever Ding Can went. It seemed the two were evenly matched, their skills evenly matched.
They fought for an hour or so, but Ding Can, ultimately fighting with a sword against a palm, gradually found himself at a disadvantage. He appeared somewhat agitated,
and Dugu Wuqing spotted an opening, pressing him relentlessly. Ding Can quickly became flustered and his defeat was evident. Dugu Wuqing gave him no chance
to breathe , thrusting several more swords, forcing Ding Can to the edge of the pool. With no way to retreat, he was unable to defend himself.
Just as Dugu Wuqing was preparing to press his advantage and kill him, two clanging sounds rang out. Ding Can had pulled two judge's pens from
his robes , deflecting Dugu Wuqing's attacks. With weapons in hand, he seemed divinely aided, instantly turning
the tide of the battle, and the two resumed their fierce combat.
Time ticked by, and under Ding Can's relentless onslaught of judge's pens, Dugu Wuqing was forced to retreat repeatedly, sustaining
multiple , from which drops of blood splattered. His situation was extremely perilous. Seeing Dugu Wuqing gradually weakening, Zhang Hao anxiously
looked at Zhong Chengxian, hoping he would intervene in time.
Zhong Chengxian ignored him, focusing on Ding Can's offensive. He already knew Ding Can's strength well, so he shouted,
"Abandon his self-defense, attack what he must defend!"
Dugu Wuqing, having immersed himself in swordsmanship for decades, naturally understood this principle. Now, reminded by Zhong Chengxian, he immediately abandoned
defense and launched a rapid sword attack, each move aimed directly at Ding Can's vitals. Ding Can hadn't expected Dugu Wuqing, after Zhong Chengxian's guidance, to be
several times more powerful than before, and was unable to defend himself for a while. After fighting for a while, Ding Can suddenly screamed, blood splattering everywhere,
as Dugu Wuqing pierced his "Tianchi" acupoint. His arms went numb, and he knew the situation was dire. He threw out his judge's pen,
feinted an attack, and immediately fled in panic. Just
as Dugu Wuqing was about to give chase, Zhong Chengxian, seeing the situation clearly, said, "Brother Dugu, let him go. You
are injured yourself, and his vital points have been pierced; he can no longer do evil."
Hearing Zhong Chengxian's words, Dugu Wuqing stopped and said, "But I won't feel at ease until I kill Ding Can." His
face was pale, and his expression was listless, clearly indicating he too had suffered severe internal injuries. "Today's battle was
truly unprecedented in my life; it was exhilarating."
Hearing that Ding Can had suffered severe internal injuries, Zhang Hao helped Dugu Wuqing sit down and ran around helping Zhong Chengxian
treat his wounds. Then he volunteered, "I'll go kill him."
Dugu Wuqing hadn't expected such courage, and his eyes were full of approval.
Zhong Chengxian was moved, staring strangely at Zhang Hao, taking the Sacred Flame Token from his hand, and inquiring about the
situation . His goodwill towards Zhang Hao increased. From their conversation, he could tell that Zhang Hao was deeply fascinated by the Fire God Cult and greatly admired
him , so he warmly invited him to join the cult, which Zhang Hao readily agreed to.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to heal Dugu Wuqing's injuries, Zhong Chengxian told him about some of the cult's affairs and rules.
The two talked animatedly, sharing their experiences and observations from their travels, finding themselves quite compatible.
As dusk fell, Zhong Chengxian, recalling the matter of killing Ding Can, said, "Brother Zhang, your mission
to kill Ding Can may be perilous, but with your intelligence and talent, you should be able to accomplish it. If you succeed in this important matter,
I will appoint you as a fifth-rank elder upon your return."
The elders of the Fire God Cult are divided into five ranks, with ten people in each rank. Except for the cult leader, who wears a gold Sacred Flame Token, the other elders wear silver, bronze, gilded steel, pure steel, and iron Sacred Flame Tokens according to
their rank . The Sacred Flame Token Yue Rushuang gave Zhang Hao was
for a third-rank elder. Although she was not an elder, as the cult leader's maid, she held a high position within the cult. According to the cult's rules,
those who could be appointed elders had to have made great contributions. Although a fifth-rank elder was the lowest-ranking elder, their status within the cult was already quite
prominent .
*** *** *** ***
Zhang Hao bid farewell to Zhong Chengxian and Dugu Wuqing. Knowing that Ding Can was seriously injured and could not have gone far, he followed the trail of blood.
They searched relentlessly. After walking for about two hours, they finally found Ding Can, barely alive, under a large tree. Ding Can,
seeing him, glared coldly with his cloudy old eyes.
Zhang Hao dared not be careless. He drew his longsword, pointed it at him, and said sharply, "Old thief, today I'll send you to the
Western Paradise !" Though the sword was pointed at him, he remembered their interactions over the past few days. Although Ding Can had forced him to be his disciple and
sometimes scolded and beat him, he had ultimately treated him fairly well.
Ding Can's lips moved, his face full of disdain: "Boy, if I'm an old thief, then you're a little thief. You dare to try and
kill me? You'd only be disgracing your fine sword!"
Seeing Zhang Hao hesitate, he suddenly remembered something, took out a package from his robes, and said to Zhang Hao…
"I have never taken on a disciple in my life. Seeing that your temperament is so compatible with mine, I intended to take you as my student, but I never imagined
I would perish here today. All my life's learning has no successor, a great regret indeed. The contents of this treasure pouch are all
my life's most profound skills; you may study them yourself to soothe my heart."
He thought of his impending death and felt a deep sense of loss: "I have roamed the martial world for decades, living a carefree life.
I usually act as I please, never controlled by anyone. But I have several great regrets in this life.
First, my martial arts skills are unmatched, yet Zhong Chengxian suddenly appeared, making me uneasy and unable to enjoy my life in the martial world. Second, I have been with countless women in my life, but..." He longed to
seduce a beautiful woman, but it had been a long time coming. Among the beautiful young women of the martial world, the saying "Ningyue Feishuang, unparalleled in the world" had emerged in recent years, but
all three were formidable figures, and he dared not lay a finger on them. As for beautiful young women, the "Four Beauties of the Martial World" were the top choice: Feng
Qingqing was otherworldly and ethereal, Zhuang Mengdie was alluring and charming, Bai Shengyi had bright and captivating eyes, and Cheng Lixue had skin whiter than snow. Of these four beauties,
he had only recently managed to seduce Zhuang Mengdie. Just thinking about her delicate skin and tender flesh, her vulva being touched,
instantly
releasing streams of lustful fluids—truly a woman of unparalleled charm, a rare beauty. Heh…” Recalling the enchanting night he had played with Zhuang Mengdie, he couldn't help but chuckle lewdly, drooling involuntarily,
filled with longing. Even though he had only slept with one of the four beauties, he felt it was enough to satisfy him for a lifetime.
The moonlight was cold, and Zhang Hao listened quietly to his mutterings, a sense of desolation rising within him, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for him
.
Ding Can looked at Zhang Hao and said, "A true man should live life to the fullest when he should, and all moral doctrines
are just bullshit! But if you want to live alone, you must get rid of Zhong Chengxian. Zhong Chengxian is
the embodiment of justice and the guardian of traditional morality. His martial arts are something we can never catch up to in our entire lives. With
him around, we can't be free. We must find a way to get rid of him so that we can be unrestrained."
Zhang Hao was startled when Ding Can suddenly mentioned eliminating Zhong Chengxian. He greatly admired Zhong Chengxian and
would never kill him.
Ding Can continued to mutter incoherently to himself. Gradually, his voice grew weaker and weaker, and his breathing became uneven. Suddenly,
his eyes lit up, and he kicked his legs, dying instantly.
Zhang Hao took the package and opened it. It contained items for picking flowers, including martial arts manuals, a "
Master of ," recipes for various flirting products, and a variety of disguise masks. Picking flowers
was indeed a complex art; it seemed being a lecherous thief wasn't easy. He turned back, gazing at Ding Can's corpse, feeling
a deep sadness at the thought of this once-powerful figure now resting in peace. He couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loss, reflecting on Ding Can's words and finding a deep resonance. He realized life
was fleeting, and one should seize the moment, for the short decades would pass in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind.
(III) The Root of the Trouble
With Zhong Chengxian's divine healing abilities, Dugu Wuqing's injuries quickly improved. Watching Zhang Hao's departing figure,
a thought struck him, and he turned to Zhong Chengxian, saying, "Brother, your favor towards him is a bit too hasty."
Zhong Chengxian smiled slightly, "Brother Dugu is quite right. Normally, it would take
at least . But Zhang Hao's killing of Ding Can will surely make him famous throughout the land. I see that he is upright and intelligent,
and also a good candidate for martial arts training, certainly capable of great use. Currently, our Divine Sect is lacking in talent, with many members being either old or dull
. I have important business to attend to, and the journey will be very dangerous. I urgently need to find a suitable person for the Divine Sect as soon as possible.
Otherwise, once I am gone, the sect will..." "And who else can shoulder this heavy responsibility?"
Dugu Wuqing exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, what kind of person are you to say such things? What is the matter you wish to discuss
? May I ask if I can offer any assistance?"
Zhong Chengxian pondered for a moment and said softly, "This is a private matter; there is no need for you to trouble yourself, brother."
Dugu Wuqing's face showed displeasure: "Brother, you are being too polite. Our friendship has lasted for a long time; please speak
freely!"
Seeing the bright eyes of Dugu Wuqing, Zhong Chengxian knew that further concealment would surely cause displeasure. Considering that he had come to see him
for this very reason, he decided not to hide anything. He sighed, tapped his jade flute, and briefly organized his thoughts before saying,
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, Brother Dugu, but this matter involves my family's hatred and my country's grievances. Do you know
who I hate most in my life?"
Dugu Wuqing shook his head upon hearing the question; he naturally did not know.
Before Dugu Wuqing could answer, Zhong Chengxian continued, "I usually dislike
killing , but this person is someone I must kill. The entire Great Chu empire was destroyed by this man. My brother also died tragically at
his hands."
Dugu Wuqing knew a little about Zhong Chengxian and had a vague idea of
who the man . His expression changed, and he was utterly horrified.
Seeing Dugu Wuqing's expression, Zhong Chengxian knew he had guessed most of it, so he no longer concealed anything: "That's right, the
person I want to kill is that traitor Yue Fei! He destroyed the Great Chu empire, and my brother Zhong Yi was beheaded and his head displayed to
the public. If I don't avenge this, I will be ashamed before the millions of brothers of Great Chu, and ashamed before the spirits of my father and brother in heaven!"
It turned out that Zhong Chengxian was the adopted son of Zhong Xiang. In February of the fourth year of the Jianyan era (1130), Zhong Xiang, under
the guise of worshipping the Fire God, gathered followers and launched an uprising in Wuling County. The local people rose up in response, and the rebel army quickly grew to over
400,000 men, controlling nineteen surrounding counties. Zhong Xiang was proclaimed King of Chu, and the state was named Chu.
In March of the same year, the rebel army fought fiercely against the Song army. The Song army sent spies to infiltrate the rebel army, launching a surprise attack and capturing and killing
Zhong Xiang and his eldest son. The remnants of the rebel army, led by Yang, continued to fight. Their territory, stretching from Yuezhou in the east
to Dingzhou and Lizhou in the west, from Tanzhou in the south to Jingnan in the north, covering several thousand li, was again under the control of the rebels.
In the third year of the Shaoxing era (1133), Yang proclaimed himself "Great Sage Heavenly King," and installed Zhong Xiang's youngest son, Zhong Yi, as
crown prince, jointly leading the rebel army. To eliminate the rebel army, Emperor Gaozong of Song, Zhao Gou, urgently recalled Yue Fei's army, which was fighting against the Jin on the Huainan front.
A full-scale siege was launched against Yang.
In June of the fifth year of the Shaoxing era (1135), after fierce fighting, Yang was defeated, drowned,
captured, and died a heroic death, marking the end of the Great Chu regime.
At that time, Zhong Chengxian was on a mission to the Western Xia and Western Liao to build an alliance. Upon hearing the tragic news, he was unable to provide assistance and was filled with intense hatred upon seeing
the deaths . He vowed to kill Yue Fei. However, due to his busy schedule in reorganizing the religious affairs, he temporarily suppressed his desire for revenge.
Over the years, under his painstaking efforts, the Fire God Cult had flourished again. This time, he secretly planned
to go to Jing and Yu provinces to assassinate Yue Fei, keeping it a secret from the "Two Beauties of the Cult." However, knowing that Yue Fei's army was full of elite soldiers and fierce generals, and that this trip would be extremely dangerous,
he made a special trip to Black Dragon Pool to find Dugu Wuqing and entrust him with his affairs.
After listening to Zhong Chengxian's words, Dugu Wuqing's expression turned solemn. He said, "I understand your desire for revenge, my brother. But do you
know that Yue Fei was the mainstay of our Song Dynasty's resistance against the Jin? Once Marshal Yue is killed, millions of people in our Southern Dynasty
will inevitably fall back into the clutches of the Jin's iron hooves. Faced with family and national hatred, I urge you to think carefully."
Seeing Zhong Chengxian's resolute expression, seemingly unmoved, he continued, "I
am not , but I have heard that there are other hidden reasons for your brother's death. You can ask Yang Zaixing for details. He is your father's sworn brother and
is currently in Yue Fei's army. He must know everything."
Zhong Chengxian had known Yang Zaixing since childhood. He nodded upon hearing Dugu Wuqing's words, "I will not
act ." Seeing that Dugu Wuqing did not agree with his revenge, he was not offended and changed the subject.
The two returned to Dugu Wuqing's bamboo hut and turned their conversation back to Zhang Hao.
"Brother Dugu, what do you think of Zhang Hao? Will he be able to kill Ding Can on his journey?"
Dugu Wuqing, knowing that Zhong Chengxian intended to cultivate Zhang Hao, said, "This young man is chivalrous and loyal, a truly talented individual.
However, his martial arts skills are not particularly high. If he receives guidance from a wise master, he will surely achieve great things."
Zhong Chengxian smiled slightly and said, "Brother Dugu, your words are exactly what I was thinking. I found him to be righteous and awe-inspiring. To
save Shen Xueshuang, he was fearless in the face of a powerful enemy. He is also clever and, under Ding Can's coercion, vowed never
to become a disciple. His courage is commendable. With proper training, he will surely achieve great things."
He paused, sighed, and said, "If I do not return from Jingzhou, I hope Brother Dugu
will show more . Brother Dugu, you may take him as your disciple and cultivate talent for our Divine Sect."
"But many of the elders of the Divine Cult are unruly and unruly. I am not a member of the Divine Cult, and I fear it will be difficult for me to win their respect." Dugu Wuqing
was deeply worried when he saw that Zhong Chengxian's words were resolute and seemed to want him to assist in the cult.
"Brother Dugu, you needn't worry about this. Although you're not a member of my sect, given our friendship and
the respect , I'll write another letter and bestow upon you the sect's golden token. That will surely win you over. As for sect affairs, Ru Xue is trustworthy. She's shrewd
, capable, calm, and quick-witted, and utterly loyal to me. It's Ru Shuang, on the other hand, that lively and
restless I'm afraid she might cause trouble. If I don't return, you can help Zhang Hao, or you can help him. If you can't help him, then choose someone else
." Seeing Dugu Wuqing's melancholy, Zhong Chengxian knew he cared about him, and his tone suddenly became bold. "Brother Dugu, you needn't
worry . I might not be able to return even if I go. How many people in the world can stop me?"
Seeing that Zhong Chengxian was determined to leave, Dugu Wuqing stopped trying to persuade him. He took the letter and the golden token and invited Zhong Chengxian to drink
a few cups. Under the moonlight, the two drank and chatted happily, no longer discussing the trivial matters of the sect.
At dawn, Zhang Hao returned triumphantly, carrying Ding Can's head. He embellished his account of Ding Can's death,
portraying himself as incredibly brave and clever, while describing Ding Can's desperate struggles and
how he fell into Zhang Hao's trap before finally being killed. His tale was filled with vivid descriptions, but he omitted Ding Can's dying words
and the object he entrusted to him.
Zhong Chengxian and Dugu Wuqing, who had initially thought Ding Can, severely wounded, would still be a threat to Zhang Hao,
were unaware that the "Tianchi acupoint" was Ding Can's Achilles' heel; in fact, the injury he had sustained was already fatal.
Zhang Hao, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted, dug a pit and buried
Ding Can in the morning light. Standing before his grave, he spoke of the kindness Ding Can had shown them in the past few days, and couldn't help but shed a few
tears of sorrow. Zhong Chengxian and Dugu Wuqing, witnessing this, felt their opinion of Zhang Hao improve somewhat.
After breakfast, Zhong Chengxian instructed Dugu Wuqing on some sect affairs, bid farewell to the two, and rode his green-eared
steed , carrying a jade flute and the Heavenly Pride Divine Sword
. He set off at dawn, amidst birdsong and fragrant flowers, towards the front lines of the resistance against the Jin dynasty in Jingyu.
Along the way, he saw groups of people, leading their children, fleeing south. Zhong Chengxian glanced at these refugees,
their clothes tattered and their faces pale, and was deeply moved. He felt that those in power did not care for the people, and could not even
protect —a grave sin and utter incompetence.
He dismounted and inquired about the location of Yue Fei's army. Upon hearing that he was looking for Yue Fei's army, passersby gathered around him, and
when they spoke of Yue Fei's army, they all gave him a thumbs-up.
Someone nearby exclaimed indignantly, "If every soldier in our Great Song army were like Yue Fei's army, would we have to flee like this and
suffer like this!"
Zhong Chengxian learned from them that Yue Fei was currently stationed in Yancheng. He spurred his green-eared horse and headed straight for Yancheng.
After a few days' journey, he arrived in Yancheng. Taking advantage of the early morning, he observed Yue Fei's army encampment from afar. He saw that the army
was disciplined, with the sounds of drills rising and falling, and the soldiers patrolling the camp with order and discipline. Everything was well-organized, and he
greatly admired Yue Fei's military leadership.
After observing the camp, he decided that the assassination of Yue Fei should be carried out at night. He returned to the inn, ate and drank his fill,
and rested for a while. When night fell, he changed into his night clothes and headed straight for Yue Fei's army encampment.
He sprang into action and searched the camp for Yue Fei's residence. However, he found that each camp was similar and arranged in a orderly fashion,
making it seem like he had fallen into a maze, with no way to find his way.
Zhong Chengxian captured several soldiers, but
couldn't get any information about Yue Fei's whereabouts. Being an extremely clever man, he was easily swayed. He thought to himself, "I'll cause a ruckus; someone will report to the commander's tent and lead me there. "
Having made up his mind, he was just about to set fire to the camp when a burly general, nearly forty years old, emerged from one of the tents
, accompanied by a soldier.
The general said to the soldier, "I'll go to the marshal's residence for now. Pass on my orders to strengthen patrols. We've been seeing
spies frequently lately; we can't be careless."
Zhong Chengxian looked closely and recognized Yang Zaixing. Years had passed, and he hadn't expected Yang to be even more robust and weathered,
with faint scars on his face. Zhong Chengxian remembered how Yang Zaixing had doted on him when he was young, often taking him outside to play.
Their bond was deep, and he was moved, almost wanting to approach and acknowledge him. But remembering his purpose for tonight, he forcibly restrained himself.
He followed Yang Zaixing stealthily, turning several corners until they arrived at an inconspicuous tent. The tent
was backed by a large, leafy tree, its four corners firmly secured. Eight guards stood before the tent, all robust
men.
Just as the guards were about to announce their arrival, Yang Zaixing stopped them with a wave of his hand. He was about to enter when a loud voice
rang out : "Is this Brother Yang? Please come in quickly!" Before the voice faded, a man emerged to greet them.
This man, about thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, wore ordinary armor, was tall and strong, with a steady gait, upright and courageous—
none other than the world-famous Yue Fei!
He took Yang Zaixing's hand warmly and led him into the tent. Seeing the heavy security at the front of the tent, Zhong Chengxian
spotted the large tree behind it, and with a light leap, hid among the branches, holding his breath, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate Yue Fei.
Hidden among the trees, he could hear the two men inside drinking and talking animatedly, their voices booming, clearly enjoying themselves immensely. Zhong Chengxian
, skilled in martial arts and with keen hearing, overheard their entire conversation. It turned out they were
discussing matters of great importance, both military and national.
Just then, a personal guard entered the tent to report: General Wu Lin of Xichuan had sent a beautiful woman with a letter, saying
it was a gift to alleviate Marshal Yue's loneliness on his military campaigns. This practice was quite common in official circles at the time. Wu Lin greatly admired Yue Fei and knew of his
austere lifestyle; as an old friend, he wanted to send him a beautiful woman to cheer him up.
Upon hearing this, Yue Fei waved his hand and laughed at Yang Zaixing, saying, "Tang Qing, you're so vulgar, resorting to such tricks!"
Tang Qing was Wu Lin's courtesy name.
He gestured for his men to block the gift, but Yang Zaixing, standing nearby, quickly said, "Marshal, wait! If we block it, it might
embarrass Governor Wu."
At that time, Wu Lin held the positions of Military Commissioner of Qin-Feng Road, Commander-in-Chief of the Cavalry and Infantry, and Prefect of Qin Prefecture, hence Yang Zaixing's
title.
Yue Fei pondered for a moment, then had an idea. He ordered his personal guards to bring the beautiful woman. Soon, the woman
arrived gracefully. In the dim candlelight, Zhong Chengxian could only see her shapely figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks,
suggesting she was exceptionally beautiful.
Upon seeing her, Yue Fei pointed to the food and wine laid out on the table and said, "Since you were sent by Governor Wu, I
cannot refuse you. However, this is all I eat every day. If you can endure this hardship, you may stay; if not, you may
leave."
Seeing only fried pork and pickled vegetables on the table, the woman giggled, "I don't believe that a
great marshal eats such leftovers every day."
Hearing this, Yue Fei turned to Yang Zaixing and said, "How could such a woman know the hardships we endure?"
After the woman left, Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing exchanged bitter smiles.
Yang Zaixing lamented, "With the world in such a state, when will peace ever return?"
Yue Fei, standing beside him, declared resolutely, "When civil officials are not greedy for money and military generals are not afraid to die, then the world will be at peace!"
Zhong Chengxian, listening intently from the tree, was deeply moved by Yue Fei's casual remark and felt a surge of respect for him.
Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, and with a few thuds, eight guards fell to the ground before the tent. Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing,
seasoned warriors, drew their swords at the sound and rose to their feet, only to find eight masked assassins standing before them. The eight assassins
remained silent, their swords pointed at Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing's faces, surrounding them completely.
Undeterred by the danger, Yang Zaixing rushed forward to stand in front of Yue Fei, blocking the assassins. He said to Yue Fei, "Marshal, please go
. I'll hold them off."
Yue Fei smiled slightly and turned to Yang Zaixing, saying, "To desert in the face of battle is hardly the mark of a great general!"
The two remained calm and composed, back to back, facing the assassins without fear.
One of the assassins, their leader, shouted, "Before the Song army notices, let's act quickly to avoid disturbing the main force and
causing trouble!"
With a shout, eight men surrounded Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing, their longswords flashing. These eight assassins were all
highly skilled ; their swords flashed with a faint sound of thunder.
Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing parried left and right. Both were valiant generals on horseback, but swordsmanship was not their forte, and they found it difficult to deal with the eight experts
. After a short while, a sharp "swoosh" was heard, and Yang Zaixing was struck in the thigh by a sword, blood immediately splattering
. Seeing the assassins' attacks aimed at Yue Fei, and realizing the perilous situation, he shouted repeatedly, desperately protecting Yue Fei.
Yue Fei, seeing his wounded self, also fought bravely. The two were of one mind, each trying to draw the enemy to themselves.
Seeing their bravery, the lead assassin gave a shout. They were well-trained and in perfect unison, and all eight swords
flashed out, each strike aimed at Yang Zaixing, clearly intending to capture him first before killing Yue Fei. Caught off guard, Yang Zaixing
couldn't dodge in time, and his legs and arms were slashed. Yue Fei bravely rushed to his aid, but was blocked by the lead assassin
. He couldn't save him in time, and it seemed Yang Zaixing was about to be killed by the assassins' swords.
At that moment, several sharp hissing sounds were heard, and several tree branches pierced through the tent, whistling towards the chests of the seven assassins surrounding Yang Zaixing from different angles
. These tree branches were small in size, but their force was extraordinary.
Several assassins, unable to dodge in time, fell backward, spitting out blood, and died one after another.
Seeing the situation was dire, the leader of the assassins leaped up and charged towards the front tent, attempting to escape. Zhong Chengxian
, watching clearly from the tree, hurled another branch, which whistled towards the assassin's face. Just as it was about to kill him,
a small knife flew out from a dark corner, slowing the branch's movement. The leader of the assassins, skilled in martial arts,
seized the moment when the branch hesitated, leaping away from the face, but was still struck in the shoulder. He
coughed up blood, and without hesitation, leaped several more times before disappearing into the night.
The enemy hiding in the dark corner, seeing the power of a small branch thrown by Zhong Chengxian, was
horrified . Knowing there were experts in the Song camp and that he was no match for them, he also quietly fled.
Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing were out of danger, knowing they had been saved by a master. Yue Fei, facing the large tree, clasped his hands in gratitude
, saying, "I thank you for saving my life. Please, master, show yourself."
Zhong Chengxian, concerned for Yang Zaixing's injuries, lightly leaped down and landed beside him, quickly stopping
the bleeding, but didn't even glance at Yue Fei.
Yang Zaixing found Zhong Chengxian somewhat familiar, but couldn't immediately place him, staring blankly at him.
Seeing the warmth in his eyes, Zhong Chengxian gently helped him lie down on the bed, his heart pounding with emotion: "Uncle Yang, don't you recognize
me? I'm Chengxian!"
Hearing this, Yang Zaixing was both surprised and delighted, sitting up abruptly from the bed, ignoring his pain, and tightly hugging Zhong
Chengxian's shoulders, saying, "You...you're Brother Zhong's child! You're little Chengxian!"
Uncle and nephew hadn't seen each other for over ten years; upon seeing each other today, their emotions were overwhelming. They embraced, completely forgetting their past.
Yue Fei stood to one side, watching them with concern.
At this moment, the Song camp, aware of the assassin, immediately lit torches, their flames soaring into the sky, illuminating the entire camp as if it were daytime.
Generals rushed to check on him. Seeing that Yang Zaixing was out of danger under Zhong Chengxian's care, Yue Fei
waved , signaling them to leave and not disturb him. Soon, the camp returned to its usual calm, though the exterior was relaxed while the interior remained tense, with
more soldiers patrolling.
Under the care of the army doctor, and with the help of Zhong Chengxian's extraordinary skills, Yang Zaixing recovered completely in a few days. Seeing Zhong Chengxian
suddenly appear in the Song camp, he was puzzled and asked his purpose. Zhong Chengxian did not hide anything and explained everything to him.
Yang Zaixing had not expected that he had come to assassinate Yue Fei to avenge his brother. He sighed and said sadly,
"Actually, my nephew Zhong Yi was not killed by Marshal Yue." He hesitated for a moment, then revealed the truth.
It turns out that Yang Li's appointment of Zhong Yi as crown prince was not out of genuine affection;
he merely used Zhong Xiang's prestige to recruit his former subordinates, hence the scheme. When Yue Fei went to suppress the rebellion, Yang Li set a trap, killed Zhong Yi, and falsely claimed
that Yue Fei had killed him, thus inciting Zhong Xiang's former followers to unite against the common enemy. Yue Fei, to bolster his army's morale, had Zhong
Yi's body found and beheaded, thus falling into Yang's trap.
Zhong Chengxian, who had always trusted Yang Zaixing, was deeply saddened to learn the truth about his sworn brother's death. He never
imagined that Yang, for his own selfish gain, would ruin the great empire of Chu. To dispel Zhong Chengxian's misunderstanding of Yue Fei, Yang Zaixing,
having nothing better to do, told him his story. Zhong Chengxian was deeply moved
when he heard that Yang Zaixing had followed the bandit Cao Cheng in his uprising, and during the standoff between the two armies, had killed Yue Fei's younger brother, Yue Fan. However, when Yang Zaixing was captured alive by Yue Fei's army, Yue Fei, appreciating his talent, still released him out of righteousness. Zhong Chengxian felt that Yang Zaixing was a man of great magnanimity and heroism, truly rare in the world. Furthermore, having spent time in the army recently, witnessing Yue Fei's effective military leadership, his sharing of hardships with his soldiers, and his unwavering loyalty, he was deeply impressed and admired him immensely. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　The sun blazed overhead. At the edge of the Wohu Pool in Hengshan, clear waters and flowing streams created a misty spray, the air sweet and refreshing. 　　Lin Feirong was captivated. Today, she had secretly escaped from her master, Abbess Ciyun, to come to this secluded Wohu Pool and let the cool water cleanse her delicate skin. 　　She gently removed the layers of clothing draped over her body, leaving only her almost transparent undergarments. Her jade-like feet moved lightly, slowly plunging into the waist-deep pool. The water of Crouching Tiger Pool was so cool that she couldn't help but let out a soft cry as she submerged. 　　She bathed here every year at this time. Some time ago, the lecherous demon Ding Can had been spotted nearby, causing a stir within the Hengshan Sect. They only breathed a sigh of relief after hearing he had been killed. She heard that her junior sister, Shen Xueshuang, had almost been destroyed by him, but was fortunately saved by Yue Rushuang, the maid of "Divine Sword Prodigy" Zhong Chengxian. Her senior sister, Zhuang Mengdie, had also been captured by Ding Can. She later sent a letter from home to report her safety, saying that Zhong Chengxian had happened to pass by and saved her from being violated by the lecherous demon. She had returned home on her own because of an urgent matter at home. 　　Were they all so lucky? Thinking of how they had both become involved with Zhong Chengxian, she couldn't help but feel envious. What unmarried young woman in the world wouldn't want Zhong Chengxian's favor? 　　Lin Feirong gazed with pity at her exquisitely sculpted arms and legs, and her high, firm breasts . The more she looked, the more she loved and cherished them. She wondered which man would be fortunate enough to enjoy her tender body in the future. 　　As the second senior sister among the "Three Beauties of Hengshan," her beauty was no less than her two senior and junior sisters, and her figure was equally impressive. What she was most proud of was her natural beauty; her alluring body would occasionally exude a natural fragrance, causing every man who saw her to gasp, be captivated, and fall at her feet, completely infatuated. 　　While Lin Feirong was lost in her own self-admiration, she was unaware that among the lush grass by the pool, a pair of lustful , lewd eyes were fixed on her curvaceous body. 　　The spy was none other than Zhang Hao. He and "Sword God" Dugu Wuqing originally planned to travel together to the headquarters of the Fire God Sect at Dongting Lake . However, just before their departure, Dugu Wuqing received a letter from home saying that his elder brother, Dugu Wubing, was seriously ill and needed him to return to their hometown of Shaozhou immediately. Unable to bear the thought of his brother's illness, he made an appointment with Zhang Hao to meet again in Tanzhou a month later, and then hurried back to Shaozhou on his own. 　　That day, Zhang Hao calculated that the appointed date was approaching and hurriedly set off. He was covered in sweat from the journey. Passing by Wohu Pool, he was about to take a good bath when he heard the sounds of women playing in the water. He hid to look. Upon seeing Lin Feirong's beautiful face, he was immediately captivated. 　　Hidden behind the bushes, Zhang Hao was overwhelmed by the sight. He saw Lin Feirong's body glistening with water droplets, like a noble concubine taking a bath. Her snow-white skin was smooth and delicate; her mature body was voluptuous and alluring; her long , slender legs were round and shapely; her round, beautiful buttocks were pert and white; and her proudly erect, full breasts were incredibly tempting, captivating Zhang Hao's burning desire. 　　Lin Feirong was unaware of the person beside her. She played with abandon, occasionally flicking her hair and waving her slender hands, creating splashes of water and stirring up endless allure. With every movement, her soaked undergarments clung to her captivating body like a thin mist, highlighting her full hips, wasp waist, thighs, and back—her exquisite curves and shapely figure were breathtaking! 　　Zhang Hao felt his blood rushing, his lust raging, and his penis hardened, almost bursting out of his pants. Ever since he ejaculated his first time on Zhuang Mengdie, he had found his libido growing stronger and harder to control. Having nothing to do lately, he had been studying the martial arts manuals and "The Art of Seducing Women" left behind by Ding Can, his lust intensifying. He feared that if he didn't find a way to release it, he would be consumed by desire. Little did he know, Ding Can's martial arts were extremely unorthodox; once one mastered them, one would be unable to resist the allure of women, unable to control one's passions. 　　His eyes were already burning with lust, and unable to resist his impulse, he hastily put on the disguise mask left by Ding Can's treasure pouch, stripped off his clothes, and stealthily approached Lin Feirong. At this moment, she was still enjoying herself, soaking in the cool pool , her jade feet lightly kicking, creating ripples, her slender hands resting on her chest, her beautiful eyes closed in bliss, completely unaware of the approaching danger. 　　Suddenly, a nightingale's song shattered the scene of the intoxicated beauty in the water. Lin Feirong opened her beautiful eyes in shock, and saw a burly young man with lewd eyes, naked, lunging at her. His member was enormous.

It kept flashing before her eyes. She gasped and dodged to the side, but Zhang Hao couldn't stop himself and fell into the pool.
Lin Feirong panicked and tried to leap to the shore, but in her haste, she slipped and fell back into the water.
Zhang Hao grabbed her hand and pulled her forcefully, causing Lin Feirong
to fall into his arms. He tightened his grip, holding her close, feeling her soft, warm body, which was incredibly intoxicating.
He couldn't resist kissing her cherry lips.
Lin Feirong struggled desperately, and in her desperation, her movements were chaotic, scratching and clawing wildly, making Zhang Hao look quite
disheveled. He was also inexperienced in using force for the first time, and the two of them tumbled and swayed in the water, startling
a flock of birds in the forest into fluttering and flying away.
In the struggle, Lin Feirong's undergarments were torn by Zhang Hao, revealing her delicate skin.
Her face paled, and she cried out repeatedly, trying to push and shove, but to no avail. Seeing Lin Feirong's
desperate attempt even more emboldened, his rough hands grabbing her breasts and exploring her buttocks, leaving her overwhelmed and panting heavily.
Men, after all, are more adept at handling situations than women. In the close physical struggle, Zhang Hao gradually calmed down. Seizing an
opening swiftly struck two pressure points on Lin Feirong's "tailbone" and "giant bone" acupoints, instantly rendering her immobile.
Zhang Hao lifted Lin Feirong's delicate body from the water and gently laid her on a shady stone slab on the shore. Now
, looking closely, one could see her flowing hair, her beautiful face, and her intoxicating fragrance; her tight undergarments outlined her
high breasts, pert buttocks, and prominent mons pubis—an indescribable allure.
Zhang Hao's heart pounded wildly, his hands trembled, and a series of tearing sounds
filled the air as he ripped Lin Feirong's undergarments to shreds. In no time, a breathtakingly beautiful body lay before him. Zhang Hao's
eyes, burning with lust, were wide open. His fingers slid over the soft, supple flesh, a
lewd as he greedily gazed at the full, voluptuous body. His erect penis throbbed violently, as if
excited by the discovery of its prey.
Lin Feirong caught sight of the throbbing, thick penis, its enormous, purplish-red glans trembling defiantly before her
, and her face flushed crimson with shame. She knew she could not escape the lecher's ravaging today; the location was secluded, and no
one would come to her rescue. Tears of shame and regret streamed down her face as she closed her eyes in despair.
Faced with such beauty, Zhang Hao grew increasingly aroused, his desire escalating. Breathing heavily, he couldn't resist pressing down on
Lin Feirong's delicate body, his erect penis pressing tightly against her vulva. Their bodies pressed together, the air thick with her sweet fragrance,
further fueling his lust. His tongue slid across her earlobe, forehead, and eyes, finally parting her cherry-like lips and probing
inside , sucking with soft, rhythmic sounds. Lin Feirong moaned, unable to resist his deeper penetration.
Zhang Hao's initial study of Ding Can's "The Art of Seduction" was finally proving useful. After kissing her lips, he
continued licking downwards, his wet, soft tongue sweeping passionately across her white cleavage, taking her hard, erect pink nipple into his mouth and
slowly sucking on it.
His penis swelled and throbbed between her legs, causing Lin Feirong to moan incessantly. He held
her tightly, his body pressed against her chest, his scent filling her nostrils. She felt her blood surge, her mind
reeling, as if adrift on a stormy sea, a small boat without a rudder, tossed about by the waves.
She felt warm, languid, weak, and powerless to resist.
Seeing Lin Feirong's flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, slightly parted lips, and rapid breathing, Zhang Hao knew she was aroused
. He unleashed his full power to tease her. His large hands gently caressed her round, full buttocks, his fingertips nimbly
tracing the cleft, lightly scratching and teasing, moving up and down. His tongue followed, burying itself between her thighs, lightly brushing around her
labia , then parting the petals and entering her vagina, teasingly stirring inside.
Every itchy spot was scratched, and Lin Feirong felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, unable to help but let out a soft moan. Her desire surged,
her face flushed, and her vagina gushed forth a constant stream of fluid, soaking her crotch. Driven by intense lust,
Lin Feirong moaned repeatedly, twisting her hips and swaying her body, expressing her burning thirst.
Hearing the lewd sounds and witnessing the beauty before him, Zhang Hao could no longer resist his impulse. He grasped his penis, aimed it at her
contracting slit, rubbed it, and forcefully thrust it inside. As Zhang Hao's thick penis penetrated her, Lin Feirong's
untouched vagina contracted strongly, gripping his penis tightly, making it impossible to move in or out.
Knowing that Lin Feirong was still a virgin, Zhang Hao felt a pang of pity. To ease her pain of losing her virginity, he temporarily left his penis
inside her vagina, while his lecherous hands were not idle. Taking advantage of the situation, he lifted the clitoral foreskin and gently rubbed the clitoris.
Lin Feirong felt waves of pleasure from the rubbing, and with her vagina fully filled, she felt an unbearable itch and kept gently
shaking her buttocks to rub against his penis.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhang Hao thrust his hips forward, and his penis went in completely. Lin Feirong let out a painful
groan , and two lines of clear tears streamed down her face, tears of shame and humiliation at the defilement of her virginity.
Zhang Hao paused, and after Lin Feirong's panting subsided, he began to thrust gently again. At first, Lin Feirong only felt
the tender flesh inside her vagina being scraped by the penis, a burning pain. Her brows furrowed, and she groaned repeatedly. But after Zhang Hao gently thrust
in and out about two hundred times, her vagina began to secrete more fluid, gradually becoming smoother.
Her groans turned into soft moans, clearly indicating that she was experiencing the sweet taste of lovemaking for the first time. Those delicate moans drifted through the wilderness, the primal
fervor of sustaining human life temporarily masking the deep pain and sorrow in her heart.
Soon, the pressure points were released on their own, but having already lost her virginity, Lin Feirong no longer resisted. Under Zhang Hao's powerful
thrusts, her breathing became rapid, her eyes glazed over, her body limp, all her strength gone. She gradually lost the ability to struggle,
becoming completely lost in this sea of desire.
In a daze, Lin Feirong lost track of time. She felt Zhang Hao increase the speed of his thrusts; his penis
throbbed inside her, growing larger, thicker, and hotter. He was about to ejaculate inside her!
A wave of fear washed over Lin Feirong. She desperately twisted her waist, trying to escape, but Zhang Hao held her tightly.
She pleaded and cried, but Zhang Hao showed no mercy. Instead, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts,
trembling slightly. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and erupted inside her, spraying her with fluids that sent shivers down Lin Feirong's spine.
She felt a torrent of heat surge forth, powerfully impacting her core; waves of pleasure from
deep within , like a volcanic eruption, spread to her limbs, causing her to
convulse and gasp with pleasure.
Feeling refreshed after his release, Zhang Hao glanced at the shocking specks of blood splattered on the stone slab,
filling a sense of conquest. He looked at Lin Feirong, slumped beside him, her full buttocks high and round, her alluring labia
still engorged and trembling, streams of milky white fluid mixed with patches of blood slowly flowing from within—an indescribably
lewd sight.
Hearing her seductive moans and soft panting, smelling her fragrant, orchid-like scent, and witnessing her full breasts and shapely buttocks,
Zhang Hao found Lin Feirong's beauty unparalleled, her allure captivating. Moments later, he felt a surge of heat rise from his lower
abdomen , instantly becoming erect. His desire burned within him, and he
could no longer restrain himself.
He turned Lin Feirong's delicate body around, ignoring her resistance, and his fiery lips pressed against her cherry lips once more
, his large hands frantically kneading her still proudly erect and full breasts. After some foreplay, his penis
, familiar with the terrain, accurately found her honeyed orifice and plunged in. He resumed his assault, constantly changing positions,
thrusting until Lin Feirong moaned softly.
He was young and strong, with astonishing stamina, as if he had inexhaustible energy. He constantly changed battlefields, sometimes among the weeds,
sometimes in the pool, sometimes on the rocks. Under his relentless onslaught, Lin Feirong could only instinctively cooperate, her fragrant buttocks
raised , her hands pressed against the rocks, enduring his vigorous thrusts. Her high-pitched moans were a mixture of
pain and pleasure, it was hard to tell.
The chirping night birds watched with pity as the beautiful heroine was tightly pressed between the lecherous thief's legs, constantly
groaning in pain, and gradually quieted down. A crescent moon slowly rose, hanging high in the night sky, illuminating the boundless forest
and the two young bodies rolling on the ground by the Crouching Tiger Pool, immersed in lust.
As Zhang Hao was dressing, he carelessly lost the gilded steel Holy Fire Token of the Divine Cult that Yue Rushuang had given him.
(IV) Fierce Battle
Jin Camp. A burly man dressed in black knelt before the tent, his shoulder bleeding profusely, his expression listless, clearly
seriously injured. Beside him stood a handsome young man, silent and equally dejected. In
the center of the tent sat a beautiful woman with a frosty complexion and a fierce air. Tall and
graceful about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a plain silk robe, wearing a golden crown and vermilion shoes. Her face was like jade, her lips like
cinnabar, and her brows held a noble air, an arrogant and aloof demeanor, so cold and unapproachable.
She rebuked the two men in the tent, "On this mission to the Song camp, our Elite Hall lost seven masters in one night, unprecedented since
its founding ! How am I to explain this to my father!"
She grew angrier with each word, stood up, and pointed at the young man standing there, saying, "Xia Jinjie, you call yourself
the greatest warrior of our Great Jin, someone I rely on! This assassination attempt on Yue Fei ended in failure. If word gets out, what will become of your reputation?
Will our Elite Hall lose all credibility?"
"Princess, it's not that I didn't try my best, but..." the young man called Xia Jinjie
murmured , as if trying to explain, but seeing the woman's angry face, he swallowed his words.
It turns out that the woman addressed as "Princess" was
Wanyan Ningyan, the adopted daughter of Wanyan Zongbi (also known as Jin Wuzhu), the Left Chancellor and Grand Tutor of the Jin Dynasty, who also held the
titles of Grand Marshal, Commander-in-Chief, and King of Yue. She was the head of the Northern and Southern Elite Hall, and the "Witch" on the list of martial arts masters was none other than her.
The Northern and Southern Elite Hall was established by the Jin Dynasty in imitation of the Song Dynasty's National Protection Alliance, specifically to recruit heroes and warriors from all over the country
. The hall was teeming with talent and masters. This time, Wanyan Ningyan had only brought twenty skilled warriors from the hall with her when she went south to visit her father, Wanyan Zongbi.
Unexpectedly, seven of them were lost overnight, causing her great distress.
"Could the Song camp have such a master?" Wanyan Ningyan walked to the injured man's side, examining his wound. She
was shocked to see that a small twig had pierced through his shoulder, and her face was filled with disbelief. "Who is this person? To have
such skill, even I admit I am inferior." She shook her head slightly, lost in thought.
"In my opinion, this person must be a top-tier martial arts master. But I have never heard of such a powerful figure in the Yue camp
. Even Shao Mingxiong, the eldest son of the Shao family, one of the four great families of the martial arts world, is far inferior."
The Shao family was a prominent martial arts family in Yancheng. Inspired by the banner of resistance against the Jin, Shao Mingxiong joined the Yue family army,
served in the army, and accumulated military merits. At that time, he was the deputy general of the Beiwei Army, Yue Fei's personal guard. Xia Jinjie had fought with him, but
it was a brief battle on the front lines, and no winner could be determined.
Wanyan Ningyan inquired in detail about the situation at the time. When she heard that all seven masters had
been killed , she was startled: "There are few people in the world who can kill seven of my elite disciples in an instant. Could it be him? But
I have heard that he is unpredictable and has always been at odds with the Song court because of his worship of the Fire God Sect. Could it be..."
Xia Jinjie saw that Wanyan Ningyan's brows were slightly furrowed, indicating that she still had doubts. He said, "Princess, should I
go and investigate further to find out which master it is?"
Wanyan Ningyan shook her hand and was about to speak when a loud voice rang out: "Ningyan, your father has
come to see you."
Before the voice stopped, the sound of footsteps rang out, and a burly man of about fifty years old stepped into the tent. This man was none other than
Wanyan Zongbi, the King of Yue, who was a fierce general of the Jin Dynasty and the commander of the army who led the army to attack the Song Dynasty.
Upon hearing of her father's arrival, Wanyan Ningyan's icy expression vanished as she went to greet him, warmly helping Wanyan Zongbi
to sit down on a chair in front of the tent.
Wanyan Zongbi glanced around, noticing the two men before him, and frowned. "Xia Jinjie, why do you both
look so troubled ?"
Xia Jinjie was the younger brother of Xia Jinwu, Wanyan Zongbi's eldest son-in-law, and a renowned general, so Wanyan Zongbi
recognized him.
Before Xia Jinjie could answer, Wanyan Ningyan spoke first, "Father, it's rare for you to visit your daughter;
why worry about such trivial matters?"
Wanyan Zongbi noticed the injured man in the tent and pointed at Xia Jinjie, clearly expecting an answer.
Under Wanyan Zongbi's stern gaze, Xia Jinjie dared not conceal anything and
recounted the failed assassination attempt on Yue Fei at the Song camp the previous night, which resulted in heavy losses. Seeing him reveal everything without reservation, Wanyan Ningyan, her red shoes lightly stamping
, her eyes sharp as knives, was clearly displeased. She had sent a skilled assassin to kill Yue Fei without informing
Wanyan Zongbi beforehand, hoping to surprise him with a successful assassination.
Wanyan Zongbi, understanding his daughter's intentions, wasn't angry. He glared at Wanyan Ningyan and slightly reprimanded her
, "You're so young, yet you keep coming up with terrible ideas. How could I not know you're eager to achieve merit? But Yue Fei is no ordinary man.
If it were so easy, I would have acted long ago. Why wait until today?"
He inquired in detail about the situation at Yue Fei's camp, and when he heard that Yue Fei's forces were not large, he
could show his delight.
He stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, pondering for a moment before saying, "The scouts report that Yue Fei has concentrated his main force in
the Yingchang area, while he himself leads a light cavalry to garrison Yancheng. This is indeed true. He is eager for victory and has ventured deep into enemy territory with his isolated army. This is the perfect time for our army
to strike ."
Wanyan Zongbi's old face shone with excitement. He had been looking for an opportunity to fight Yue Fei's army to the death, and
today the opportunity was right in front of him. He glanced at Wanyan Ningyan and Xia Jinjie, and already had a plan in mind:
"Xia Jinjie, in a few days I will write a letter and have you send it to the Song camp to challenge them. You are the number one warrior of our Great Jin Kingdom . You
must go and blunt the Yue family army's morale and greatly boost our army's prestige. I am determined to achieve victory in this battle, annihilate Yue Fei's forces,
and clear the obstacles for our army's southward advance."
Wanyan Ningyan, who was beside him, wanted to say something, but seeing that her father was in such high spirits, she was afraid of displeasing him, so she swallowed her words.
With a major battle imminent, and remembering that his elite "Hooked Cavalry" and "Iron Pagoda" cavalry were still far away in Kaifeng, Wanyan Zongbi
dared not delay. He could no longer sit still, bid farewell to Wanyan Ningyan and others, and hurried back to his command tent to mobilize troops overnight.
*** *** *** ***
A few days later, Xia Jinjie, on Wanyan Zongbi's orders, accompanied the messenger to the Song camp to deliver a challenge. It turned out that
Wanyan Zongbi , seeing that his elite troops were far away in Kaifeng, knew that even at top speed
, it would take several days for the army to arrive, and with the mobilization of the main force, he intended to lull Yue Fei into a false sense of security, arranging a decisive battle. In reality, he had other plans;
he would launch a surprise attack on the Song camp once the main army arrived. When
Xia Jinjie and the messenger arrived at the Song camp, soldiers greeted them and led them into the command tent. Entering the tent, they saw a
middle-aged general sitting in the center, tall and imposing, exuding authority without anger—none other than Yue Fei, the Song army commander. The generals
stood in a row on both sides , each one vigorous and imposing. I couldn't help but admire them inwardly: truly the Yue Family Army,
the elite of the Song army!
The envoy bowed and presented the letter, saying, "I am here on the orders of the King of Yue to deliver a challenge. If
Marshal is cowardly, then retreat; if you are willing to fight, then let us set a date for a decisive battle."
Xia Jinjie stood to one side, arms crossed, his expression arrogant, not even glancing at Yue Fei,
too lazy to bow. Yue Fei, sitting in his seat, smiled slightly, unconcerned.
The generals in the tent, seeing the Jin envoy's rudeness, were all indignant. Yang Zaixing was the first to step forward, saying, "You
Jin dog, stop your rudeness before my tent!"
He was about to continue his tirade when Yue Fei waved his hand, signaling him not to act impulsively, so he stopped.
The Jin envoy, having received instructions from Wanyan Zongbi, aimed to dampen the Song army's morale. Pointing at Xia Jinjie, he coldly
smiled : "This general is the greatest warrior of our Great Jin. He doesn't take ordinary people seriously. If anyone in the Song camp can
defeat him in one or two moves, he will treat them with courtesy."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zaixing could no longer restrain himself and was about to step forward when a man stepped out from among the generals,
bowed respectfully, and said to Yang Zaixing: "General Yang, there's no need to be angry. Let me have a go at him."
Yang Zaixing looked closely and saw that it was Shao Mingxiong. Knowing that Shao's martial arts skills were superior to his own, he said: "Since
General has volunteered, I will yield."
Shao Mingxiong stepped forward, clasped his fists in a salute to Xia Jinjie. The two had sparred on the battlefield before and
knew they were formidable opponents, so neither dared to be negligent.
Shao Mingxiong's fist hurtled towards Xia Jinjie's face with a whoosh, a punch that seemed
capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks. Xia Jinjie dodged to the side, avoiding the force of the punch, and also threw a punch at Shao Mingxiong. The two immediately unleashed their
deadly moves, switching between fists and palms, grabs and grappling, displaying remarkable versatility.
Their fighting grew faster and faster; the onlookers in the tent could only see their figures flashing, their palms whistling, making it difficult to follow.
After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the two began to show a clear advantage. Xia Jinjie unleashed palm strikes at Shao Mingxiong,
each strike like a mountain-splitting axe, incredibly powerful. Shao Mingxiong was clearly at a disadvantage, his arm movements extremely short,
retreating after only a foot of contact, clearly only defending.
Suddenly, Xia Jinjie roared, his palms slamming towards Shao Mingxiong's chest. Shao Mingxiong hurriedly
thrust out both palms, and with a loud "thud," their four palms clashed, unable to separate, firmly stuck together.
The two were even exchanging internal force.
Those in the tent, seeing the ground beneath their feet sink slightly, were filled with dread.
Yang Zaixing, watching clearly from inside the tent, saw beads of sweat on Shao Mingxiong's forehead and knew he would be
defeated in a moment. Anxious, he secretly pondered, "General Shao is a fierce general in our army, his fists and feet are incredibly powerful, almost
invincible If he is defeated, who in the army can stop Xia Jinjie?" The more he thought, the more anxious he became, completely at a loss.
Just as he was racking his brains, he inadvertently looked up and saw Yue Fei secretly making a bell-ringing gesture towards him. Suddenly,
a solution dawned on him. Taking advantage of the others' inattention, he stepped out of the main tent and quickly ran back to his own. It turned out that he and his uncle Zhong
Chengxian hadn't seen each other for many years, and the two had so much to talk about that they moved in together. Zhong Chengxian, not being a general,
did not participate in the discussions within the tent.
Upon returning to his tent, Yang Zaixing found Zhong Chengxian engrossed in a military treatise. Without a word, Yang Zaixing pulled him along. Seeing his urgency, Zhong Chengxian asked why, and Yang Zaixing recounted
in detail Xia Jinjie's challenge to the Song camp . 　　Upon hearing this, Zhong Chengxian smiled slightly: "Uncle Yang, I am but a commoner; even if I were to defeat him, it wouldn't demonstrate the might of the Yue Family Army." He borrowed a set of armor from Yang Zaixing and put it on before they entered the command tent together. 　　Yue Fei, seeing him enter, breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for him to stand among the generals. 　　At this time, Shao Mingxiong had already been defeated. Xia Jinjie, arrogant and overbearing in his tent, addressed Yue Fei, "I've long heard that the Yue Family Army full of elite soldiers and fierce generals, but it's nothing special. Marshal Yue, are you going to personally lead the charge? I've heard so much about the power of your Yue Family Fist; surely it's all show and no substance?" 　　He then laughed heartily with the envoy, displaying unparalleled arrogance. Zhong Chengxian, hearing this, was enraged. He channeled his inner energy into his fingers and lightly tapped Xia Jinjie's "knee joint" acupoint. Xia Jinjie felt a surge of energy rush to his knee, unable to dodge, and felt a numbness in his knee, involuntarily kneeling before the commander's seat. The envoy, seeing him suddenly kneel, was bewildered, but his face turned extremely ugly. The generals, already furious at his arrogance, were also taken aback by this sudden move. 　　Yue Fei, knowing it was Zhong Chengxian's doing, pretended not to notice. Seeing Xia Jinjie kneel, he quickly said, "Envoy , there's no need for apologies. You're being too polite. Please rise quickly."

Xia Jinjie's "knee-joint" acupoint was struck, realizing he had been ambushed, but due to the numbness and weakness in his lower limbs, he was unable to stand.
At this moment, Yue Fei, not wanting to embarrass him further, suppressed a laugh, rose from his command post, and came to
Xia Jinjie, offering his hands for support. Seeing this, Zhong Chengxian swiftly released Xia Jinjie's acupoints, allowing him to stand naturally,
but it felt as if Yue Fei had helped him up.
Xia Jinjie looked embarrassed and extremely disheveled, but he knew that the person who had ambushed him was a thousand times more skilled than him. If he continued
to entangle himself, he would gain no advantage. So, amidst the laughter of the generals in the tent, he and the envoy, his face ashen, spurred
their horses and galloped away.
Once the Jin envoy was gone, Yue Fei, his face serious, returned to his command post and immediately began to mobilize his troops. The generals in the camp
looked at each other , completely bewildered.
Seeing the generals' confusion, Yue Fei explained, "This is a delaying tactic by Jin Wuzhu. All's fair in war; if he wanted
to fight me, why would he set a date for a decisive battle?" He paused, then continued, "Wuzhu's Yingchang army is insufficient in strength and is tied down by
our forces . He dares not rashly challenge us and will inevitably recall his main force from Kaifeng for rest and reorganization, launching a full-scale
attack. My current garrison at Yancheng consists only of the Beiwei Army. Now that he has discovered our location, he will surely come to fight. The most urgent task
is to quickly deploy our elite mobile troops, strengthen reconnaissance, and use their strategy against them, waiting for the opportune moment to strike."
Zhong Chengxian, observing Yue Fei's keen insight, composure under pressure, and skillful command, was deeply impressed.
*** *** *** ***
Shao Mingxiong, born into a family of martial arts masters, had long admired Zhong Chengxian's reputation. Today, having finally met him and witnessed his
extraordinary skills , he was filled with admiration and intended to befriend him. That evening, he hosted a banquet at his residence for Zhong Chengxian and his generals,
with Yue Fei also in attendance.
As they reminisced about the day's events, they couldn't help but burst into laughter when they mentioned Xia Jinjie's disheveled appearance. Yue Fei
said to Zhong Chengxian, "Today, it was all thanks to Brother Zhong's display of power that our army's face was preserved. Brother Zhong's skills are unparalleled;
today we have truly had our eyes opened. That Xia Jinjie was overconfident and arrogant; how could he know that there are always stronger people out there
?"
Soon, the group became slightly tipsy. At this point, someone jokingly suggested, "Brother Shao, we've long heard that your wife is extraordinary and
renowned for her beauty. Why not invite her out so everyone can see her?"
The crowd cheered enthusiastically.
Shao Mingxiong was already somewhat tipsy. Seeing the crowd's clamor, and considering they were brothers who had risked their lives together, he couldn't bear to go against their wishes. So
he said, "Alright, I'll go and fetch my wife." He staggered towards the backyard.
A short while later, supported by Shao Mingxiong, Feng Qingqing gracefully arrived. She appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight
years old , draped in a light white dress, her skin as white as snow, her demeanor pure and holy, her eyes clear and refined, her face exquisitely beautiful.
The crowd couldn't help but secretly admire her: truly a beauty beyond compare!
Seeing the generals' fixed gazes, Feng Qingqing immediately blushed, overcome with shyness. Led by her husband, she
took turns toasting the generals.
Upon reaching Yue Fei and Zhong Chengxian, she parted her lips slightly and smiled radiantly, a smile more beautiful than any flower:
"It is said in the martial world that 'to command troops, one must learn from Yue Pengju; to marry, one must marry Zhong Chengxian.' Today, I
have . I am thrice blessed to have seen the true faces of heroes." Her beautiful eyes shone with respect, and she couldn't help but
offer several more cups of wine.
After several rounds of drinks, Feng Qingqing, seeing that the night was deepening, left first. The generals watched her departing figure,
teasing Shao Mingxiong incessantly. He didn't take offense; seeing the envious expressions of the others, he felt quite
proud to have such a beautiful wife.
As the night deepened, the generals gradually left. Shao Mingxiong left Yue Fei, Yang Zaixing, and Zhong Chengxian alone to continue their
drinks in the pavilion of the courtyard. At this moment, a heavy rain began to fall. The four of them, amidst the rain, drank and discussed world affairs,
finding themselves quite congenial.
Speaking of the recent advance on Yancheng, Yue Fei was filled with resentment. Some time ago
, Li Ruoxu, the Vice Minister of Agriculture, had secretly instructed him, "The troops should not move lightly; it is advisable to withdraw." Only through Yue Fei's reasoned arguments had Li Ruoxu been deeply moved, willing to risk
disobeying the imperial decree and resolutely supporting his northern expedition. Now was a golden opportunity to resist the Jin; how could they so easily give it up?
Thinking of this, Yue Fei felt deeply troubled, wondering what the court was thinking. With the Jin army suffering repeated defeats
, why was he being ordered to withdraw?
He tilted his head back, swallowed the contents of his cup, and lightly tapped the railing with both hands. Slowly but passionately, he began to
sing "Man Jiang Hong": "My hair bristles with rage, leaning on the railing, the rain has just stopped. Gazing afar, I roar to the heavens,
my heart filled with fierce ambition. Thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon. Do not idly let your youthful head turn white, only to be filled with empty sorrow.
The shame of Jingkang has yet to be avenged; the hatred of the subjects, when will it be extinguished? I will drive my chariot, and shatter the Helan Mountains. Brave warriors will feast on the flesh of the barbarians, and laughingly
drink their blood. We will wait to reclaim our lost lands and return to the imperial palace."
Seeing Yue Fei's grief and hearing his passionate voice, the three men felt a heavy weight in their hearts.
*** *** *** ***
In July, thunder rumbled intermittently in Yancheng, a sign of an impending storm, a harbinger of an imminent battle.
On the morning of the eighth day, Yue Fei received a report from his scouts that Wanyan Zongbi, commanding his main force which had rested for a month and a half,
along with reinforcements led by Wanyan Zongxian, the "King of the Heavens," had launched a full-scale attack on Yancheng. His vanguard of
15,000 elite cavalry, the "Hooked Horses," was advancing from the north, cutting off enemy routes.
At this time, Yue Fei only had his personal guard, the Beiwei Army, and a small number of mobile troops totaling nearly 10,000 men; his main force had not yet
arrived . To blunt the Jin army's momentum, it was necessary to first eliminate their vanguard, the "Hooked Horses." Yue Fei was confident and had already
devised a strategy to defeat the enemy. He personally led his army to wait for the enemy on a hillside more than ten kilometers north of Yancheng, with Zhong Chengxian accompanying him as his escort. In the afternoon,
the thunderous sound of hooves could be heard; it was Wanyan Zongbi leading his elite "Hooked Horses."
A major battle was imminent. Seeing the Jin army's orderly ranks and their imposing presence covering the mountains and plains, Yue Fei summoned his son, Yue Yun, and sternly told
him, "In today's battle, we must first blunt the enemy's morale. We must win before we return. If you disobey, I will execute you first!"
He ordered each soldier to carry a hemp-splitting knife, a broadsword, and a large axe. After entering the battle,
they immediately engaged the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, hacking at the enemy from above and the horses' legs from below. This fighting style was
inspired .
Upon receiving the order, Yue Yun immediately led four thousand Beiwei soldiers in a fierce charge against the Jin army, wielding double hammers and sweeping all before them.
The Beiwei army was mainly composed of infantry, well-trained, skilled in martial arts, and brave in battle. In no time, they
had torn a gap in the Jin army's ranks.
Suddenly, several cannon shots rang out from the Jin army, and seven or eight thousand "Hooked Cavalry" flanked them from the left and right,
surrounding Yue Yun's Beiwei Army in the center, attempting to annihilate them in one fell swoop. Led by Yue Yun, the Beiwei Army showed no fear, fighting like ten men
against one, hacking at the enemy from above and slashing at the horses' legs, shouting and fighting fiercely, causing chaos and defeat for the Jin army.
Seeing that the Beiwei Army had drawn most of the Jin army's central force, Yue Fei waved his banner. Yang Zaixing, seeing
the command flag on the flank, immediately led four thousand guerrilla cavalry, taking advantage of the high ground, charging straight at the Jin army's center like a flood bursting its banks.
He bravely led the charge, heading straight for the embroidered gold banner, his silver spear like a snake, those who stood in his way met their end.
The battle cries of the two armies shook the heavens and the earth, soon becoming a stalemate: on one side, Yue Yun's elite Beiwei Army drew
the majority of the Jin cavalry, embroiled in a fierce and arduous struggle; on the other, Yang Zaixing's mobile army pulled at the Jin guards and
infantry , each charging and clashing with overwhelming force, engaging in a brutal and bloody battle, the shouts growing louder and louder.
Zhong Chengxian, standing beside Yue Fei, heard the deafening drumbeats and the sounds of battle,
the carnage . Today, he witnessed firsthand the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
Yang Zaixing rode his steed with nimble grace, his spear moving like a dragon, cutting through the enemy ranks as if they were empty. Determined to capture the leader firsthand, he
planned to penetrate deep into the enemy lines and capture the Jin commander, Wanyan Zongbi, alive. He continued to charge forward, but the Jin army relentlessly surrounded
him, layer upon layer, obstructing his view and making it difficult for him to spot Wanyan Zongbi.
Zhong Chengxian saw Yang Zaixing charging left and right through the enemy lines from afar, while the Jin army surged towards him like a tide.
He couldn't help but worry. Pointing to Yang Zaixing in the distance, he said to Yue Fei, "Marshal, Uncle Yang is alone
, deep in enemy territory. It's truly dangerous."
Yue Fei looked closely and saw Yang Zaixing alone in such a perilous situation. He ordered Zhong Chengxian to go and rescue him.
Initially, Zhong Chengxian hesitated, worried about Yue Fei's safety. Shao Mingxiong, standing nearby, said, "With me here to protect you,
you can go and meet General Yang with peace of mind."
Hearing this, Zhong Chengxian felt somewhat relieved and immediately spurred his Green-Eared Steed, charging towards the direction where Yang Zaixing was surrounded.
Wherever he passed, a pile of corpses would rise behind his horse.
Wanyan Zongbi stood on a small hill, personally overseeing the battle. He saw generals, some dead, some wounded, their armor stained with blood,
descending from the front lines one by one. He was a veteran of countless battles, having been invincible in his campaigns against the Liao and Song dynasties. Seeing
this fighting, he was secretly alarmed: "I've long heard of the Yue Family Army's prowess; it's certainly true." A sense of trepidation crept into his heart
.
At that moment, Yang Zaixing spotted the Jin army's banner atop a small hill and charged towards it. His sole aim was
to capture Jin Wuzhu; if he could capture him alive, the balance of power between the Song and Jin dynasties would shift dramatically.
Seeing Yang Zaixing's bravery, Wanyan Zongbi's personal guards shouted and spurred their horses to intercept him. Yang Zaixing deflected
them with his spear, sending them sprawling from their horses. Just as he was about to catch up with Wanyan Zongbi, a female general suddenly appeared from the left corner—
Wanyan Ningyan, riding towards her father's rescue.
Yang Zaixing thrust his spear, which Wanyan Ningyan deflected with her sword. She then grabbed his iron spear. Seeing the female general's skill, Yang Zaixing
dared not be careless, shouting and thrusting repeatedly at Wanyan Ningyan. Wanyan Ningyan dodged to the side,
her longsword flashing. Yang Zaixing ducked, feeling a chill on his head as Wanyan Ningyan knocked off his helmet. Seeing
Yang Zaixing in grave danger, Zhong Chengxian, about two hundred feet away, saw it clearly. He snatched the spearhead from an
enemy , shouted, and hurled the spear and the man at Wanyan Ningyan.
Wanyan Ningyan saw the man fall to his death mid-air, but the spear was still hurtling towards her,
its force astonishing, accompanied by a faint sound of wind and thunder. She dared not be careless, deflecting the spear with her sword, but felt a jolt in her arm, which was now
numb. Without time to see who had thrown the spear, her heart set on saving her father, she turned her horse and chased after Wanyan Zongbi.
Yang Zaixing, having escaped death, picked up his spear again and fought. He charged back and forth, killing hundreds of enemies, but sustaining several wounds himself.
Under Zhong Chengxian's cover, he stubbornly fought his way out of the enemy ranks. Seeing their commander's banner retreating, and the surrounding area
in morale plummeted, and they began to retreat in disarray.
Yue Fei, observing from his vantage point, saw the Jin army in disarray and their morale shattered. Seizing the opportunity, he waved his command flag and ordered his entire army
to pursue them. The battle raged from afternoon until dusk. The Jin commander, Wanyan Zongbi, and his elite personal guards and cavalry
suffered heavy losses and finally could not hold out, retreating towards Linying. When the fierce battle ended, the fields were a blood-soaked expanse of yellow sand,
mountains of corpses, broken spears and halberds, dead horses and tattered banners, stretching for dozens of miles. (From "The Blood and Tears of the Jianghu, Part
1") The famous saying
, "To command troops, one must learn from Yue Pengju; to marry, one should marry Zhong Chengxian," circulated widely in the Jianghu during the Shaoxing era of the Southern Song
Dynasty . The poem referred to two of the most renowned figures in the court and among the common people at that time. Yue Fei, also known as Yue Pengju, was a hero who fought against the Jin dynasty. He was an ever-victorious general of
the Southern Song dynasty , and the Jin army was terrified at the mere mention of his name. A lament circulated in the army: "It is easier to shake a mountain than to shake the Yue family army."

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