[Wuxia] The Romantic Demon Sword (Complete) - 4-6

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Chapter 10

The two murderers left, retracing their steps. Tang Ji gazed at the black door in the distance, imagining the scene inside.

Just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly heard the clanging of weapons clashing inside, interspersed with shouts and yells, as if someone was fighting.

Seeing Tang Ji stop, Xiao Lan asked, "Want to go in and take a look? You seem quite curious."

Tang Ji looked at Xiao Lan's face and said, "Won't it be too late to meet your sect leader?"

Xiao Lan smiled charmingly and said, "It's still early. Since you like to go in, I'll take you in for a look."

Tang Ji looked at the black door and asked, "What's going on inside? Who's fighting?"

Xiao Lan smiled without answering, stepped forward, and knocked a few times. Someone inside asked, "Who is it?"

Xiao Lan said crisply, "It's me, it's Xiao Lan."

"Oh, it's Master Lan Xiang! Please come in."

The door opened, revealing a large, dark-faced man with big eyes.

As soon as they entered, Tang Ji was struck by the sheer size of the place. Three walls were lined with buildings, and in the center was a large training ground. Several groups of people were standing there, and two men were engaged in combat. Judging from their clothing, one of them was a disciple of the Taishan Sect. Nearby stood several other people, all bound, their faces filled with fear and tension.

The one fighting the disciple was a young man in blue, imposing in stature, wielding a long sword, his attacks ruthless, as if he intended to kill his opponent with a single blow. The fight was intense, and the Taishan disciple knew that defeat meant certain death, so he was giving it his all, adopting a desperate stance, completely abandoning his usual composure as a disciple of a major sect.

Tang Ji and Xiao Lan approached, witnessing the flashing swords and palpable killing intent. The young man in blue grew increasingly fierce, his swords never missing a vital spot. Suddenly, a sword thrust towards the opponent's throat. The opponent stepped aside, only to find it was a feint. The blue-clad youth sneered, saying, "Die!"

With a flick of his wrist, the blade changed from a thrust to a slash. A flash of blood, and a head flew off, shooting to the side. The onlookers dodged, and the head rolled several feet away before landing, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.

This sudden turn of events immediately stirred the crowd, with most people applauding. Tang Ji looked around and realized that besides the captured people, those standing there were the men and women in black. What caught Tang Ji's attention was the aloof Miss Wen. While everyone else was applauding and cheering, she simply watched indifferently.

Tang Ji looked at her, and Miss Wen only glanced at him before leading the women away without looking back. The victorious youth watched her retreating figure with a look of longing. Tang Ji then got a good look at him: a slightly chubby face, a hooked nose, and an air of arrogance.

Seeing Miss Wen leave, his face instantly hardened again. Holding the blood-dripping sword, he pointed at the bound men and shouted, "Anyone else who disagrees? Step forward!"

His gaze was cold; whoever's face he swept over felt a chill run down their spine. The disciples all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

He shoved his sword into the ground, snorted twice, and said, "What righteous sects? All bullshit! You want to leave? Whoever can beat me, I'll let them go. This is your last chance. If no one agrees, hehe, you can spend the rest of your lives here."

A voice from the crowd shouted, "Zhang Quansheng, what are you yelling about? Aren't you just a traitor to the Wudang Sect? What right do you have to swagger in front of us? Everyone knows about your shameful act of raping and murdering your master's wife. If you have any shame, you should commit suicide to atone for your sins."

Zhang Quansheng hated it most when people brought up his past. He raised his eyebrows, his face contorted with rage, grabbed the sword, pointed it at the crowd, and shouted, "You get out here!"

The voice replied, "I don't want to live anymore anyway, might as well die a quick death." "

With the sound, a young man not yet twenty years old jumped out from the crowd, his arms still bound.

Zhang Quansheng sneered at him, "You've got guts. Which faction are you from? My sword doesn't kill nameless ghosts."

The man puffed out his chest, glared at Zhang Quansheng, and shouted, "I don't change my name, I'm Mei Qinghao, a disciple of Mount Hua."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Quansheng said, "That's my apology. What's your relationship with Mei Hengyue, the head of Mount Hua?"

Mei Qinghao glared at Zhang Quansheng's face and said, "You're not worthy to mention my uncle's name."

Zhang Quansheng laughed wildly several times and said, "Very good, very good. I'd like to experience the ultimate skills of the Mount Hua Sect."

Then he said to the people around him, "Untie his ropes and give him a sword. If he wins, I'll let him go."

The ropes were untied, the sword was in hand, and Mei Qinghao stood quietly upright, sword held horizontally to his chest. He took a deep breath and said, "Traitor, make your move. " Zhang

Quansheng didn't answer. With a sway of his shoulder, he lunged forward, his sword flashing, stabbing three vital points at his opponent; the strikes were swift and vicious, impossible to defend against. Mei Qinghao was equally ruthless, his figure flashing, and when the opponent's attack weakened slightly, he counter-attacked, thrusting his sword at Mei's chest. The subtlety of his movements and the speed of his attacks forced Zhang Quansheng to remain cautious, adopting a defensive approach.

The two clashed, each displaying their unique skills, the clash of weapons creating a cloud of dust and a flurry of movement. Tang Ji, though not a renowned swordsman, could still see the battle unfold. The two emerged, each possessing their own strengths. Zhang Quansheng's swordsmanship was powerful and domineering, while Mei Qinghao's was delicate and agile; one forceful, the other gentle, making their fight quite a spectacle. However, Tang Ji could tell that Mei Qinghao seemed to lack internal strength, experience, and the aura of a true king. Thinking of himself, wasn't his own internal strength also lacking? He couldn't blame himself; it was only because his adoptive father didn't understand internal energy cultivation methods.

Tang Ji worried about Mei Qinghao, hoping he would win and gain his freedom. At this moment, Xiao Lan spoke up: "Tang Ji, let's hurry, don't keep the sect leader waiting."

Tang Ji agreed and followed Xiao Lan towards the gate, thinking to himself, "These disciples of prestigious sects are truly pitiful; falling into the hands of the demonic sect will likely end badly."

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a thud behind him. He leaped to the side and saw a person lying on the ground behind him—it was Mei Qinghao! There was a hole in his chest, blood was gushing out, and his limbs were convulsing; he was clearly not going to live. Tang

Ji felt a pang of sorrow. Although these people were also somewhat hateful—would they have ended up like this if they hadn't coveted his sword manual? It was their own fault, they had no one to blame but themselves. However, he thought of how they had all been captured together, and there was still some affection between them. So, he rushed forward without hesitation, shaking Mei Qinghao's body and asking, "How are you?"

Mei Qinghao opened his eyes with difficulty, panting, and said, "I'm no match for them. What's there to say? If you can see my uncle, please pass on a message to him, asking him to avenge me. And my little junior sister, I really want to pick another flower for her." "

She breathed her last as she spoke. Tang Ji felt a deep sorrow upon seeing this.

Tang Ji straightened up, and at that moment Zhang Quansheng approached. He glanced at Tang Ji and smiled at Xiao Lan, saying, "Master Lan, I was so busy disciplining these hypocrites that I neglected you. Please forgive me. Oh, you've become even more beautiful in just a few days."

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Xiao Lan without restraint, his greedy gaze seemingly piercing through her clothes.

Xiao Lan moved closer to Tang Ji and sneered at Zhang Quansheng, "Master Zhang, you're so impressive, killing two people in the blink of an eye."

Zhang Quansheng raised his chin and said, "I didn't want to kill them, but they were disobedient. I wanted them to work in the back mountain, but they refused and even verbally abused our leader. How could I tolerate that? If I didn't kill a few, they wouldn't know the sacredness of our sect."

Xiao Lan sneered again, saying, "This means Master Zhang is utterly loyal to our sect. When the sect leader returns, he will surely bestow favors upon you, and you'll soon rise to prominence." Zhang

Quansheng's face beamed with pride, and he said, "Thank you for your kind words, Master Lan."

Then he stared at Tang Ji and asked, "Is this Tang Ji?"

Xiao Lan didn't answer, but took Tang Ji's hand and said, "Let's go see the leader quickly, otherwise he'll send someone looking for us."

She smiled sweetly at Tang Ji, glanced sideways at Zhang Quansheng, and the two went out the door.

This scene enraged Zhang Quansheng, who almost drew his sword and rushed forward. Xiao Lan had always been the woman he admired, someone he had known for a long time and had coveted, but in the end, he hadn't even gotten a hair on her head. Instead, a complete stranger had snatched her away. How could he not be furious?

He secretly vowed to tear this despicable brat to pieces. As for Xiao Lan, he would strip her naked and make her lick his penis every day. Every day, he would fuck her until she was gushing and moaning until dawn.

Thinking of this, a wicked smile appeared on his face, as if he had achieved his goal. He turned around and walked back into the crowd, raising his blood-red sword again. He was going to kill again. These disciples from prestigious sects had once chased him so relentlessly, making him look like a stray dog; today, he was determined to humiliate them.

Returning to Tang Ji and Xiao Lan, they left the main gate and headed towards the front courtyard. Tang Ji asked Xiao Lan, "Who is this Zhang Quansheng? He seems to have done bad things before."

Xiao Lan's face showed disgust as she said, "That guy is a scoundrel. He was originally a Wudang disciple, with considerable martial arts skills, but his heart was corrupt, and he was extremely lecherous. He even raped and murdered one of his senior sisters-in-law, then fled Wudang, only to be hunted down by martial artists until he had nowhere to hide. He was

incredibly lucky to have met our sect leader, who saw his talent and brought him into the sect. Because of his good martial arts and competence, he quickly gained the sect leader's favor and rose to the position of branch leader in just a few years." Tang Ji couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Such a scoundrel is considered a talent? What a joke!"

Xiao Lan shushed him, saying, "Be careful what you say here..." "If you say something unpleasant and the head of the hall hears it, that'll be trouble."

Tang Ji knew how to behave, so he said, "I think that guy surnamed Zhang doesn't seem to have good intentions towards you."

Xiao Lan smiled at him, then said resentfully, "He's like a toad, he's been up to no good with me for a long time, but I'm trusted by the head of the hall, so he doesn't dare to do anything to me. But the other girls aren't so lucky; quite a few have been insulted by him. What can be done? The head of the hall favors him too."

Tang Ji asked, "What skills does he have to win your head of the hall's favor?"

Xiao Lan blushed and said, "Isn't it because he's good in bed? Just like you, you're both experts at playing with women."

As she spoke, she pressed her body against him, and Tang Ji smiled at her, feeling quite pleased with himself. When

they reached the side gate, there were guards on both sides; four burly men on one side and four girls on the other. Tang Ji asked, "This place is really strange. Why don't we see any women in the back?"

Xiao Lan replied, "It's the leader's rule that men and women can't live together. Women can go to the back, but men can't come to the front unless ordered by their superiors. The men we met when we entered were specially sent by the leader to greet us. But they don't usually dare to come to the front."

Tang Ji asked again, "Are all the people in the front women?"

Xiao Lan replied, "The front is full of women, and they're all young and beautiful. The leader can have whomever he wants serve him."

Tang Ji sighed, "Isn't this place practically a harem? How luxurious!"

He thought to himself, "If only I, Tang Ji, could be the leader, even for just one day! I could touch whomever I wanted, sleep with whomever I wanted, and be the best in the world!" Then he thought again, "I'm here, my life hanging in the balance, and I'm having such a ridiculous thought. I'm hopeless."

Xiao Lan led Tang Ji closer to a small building. The gatekeepers were two girls in white, with long swords at their waists, and very sweet-looking. They all bowed to Xiaolan. Xiaolan smiled and asked, "Is the leader here?"

One of the round-faced women said, "Master Lan, the leader is busy. A lot of new recruits have arrived."

As she spoke, she glanced at Tang Ji.

Another woman with a pointed face added, "The leader is very happy to have caught so many men, so she wants to test them."

She also looked at Tang Ji, her eyes filled with a mysterious smile.

Tang Ji was puzzled, but he had a feeling that this was definitely not a good thing. He looked at Xiaolan, who was also looking at him, her eyes conveying a message: "Don't say anything."

Xiaolan led Tang Ji into the small building. As soon as they entered, they heard sounds coming from upstairs—men's heavy breathing and women's moans. Tang Ji wasn't stupid; he immediately knew what was going on. He thought to himself, "So the leader is having fun. It's not even dark yet, and she's already doing it. Her addiction is even stronger than mine! She's a true 'heroine' among women!" The two women sat down in the hall, with the stairs right next to them. The sounds were coming from the stairs. Tang Ji remembered a question and said, "Xiao Lan, why do most of you wear black clothes here?"

Xiao Lan replied, "Black clothes are worn by ordinary believers. Those who don't wear black have a different status."

Tang Ji thought about it and realized it was true. Xiao Lan didn't wear black, so she was the incense master. Miss Wen didn't wear black, and neither did Zhang Quansheng; they all had status.

The sounds from upstairs continued, the moans both wanton and seductive, rising and falling, intermittent, as if trying to steal one's soul. The sounds were filled with boundless pleasure; clearly, the owner of the sounds was enjoying extreme bliss.

After a while, the sounds stopped, and then a man's voice said uneasily, "I'm sorry, Master, I deserve to die. I couldn't resist when I saw your alluring figure."

A loud slap was heard, followed by a woman's voice scolding, "You're a piece of trash, what use are you?"

"Master, spare my life! For the sake of my loyalty to you, please spare me this time,"

the man begged.

After a while, the woman said, "Get lost. If there's a next time, I'll make you a dead man."

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master. I will definitely practice my skills diligently to make you happy,"

the man pleaded. The woman only snorted.

Then, footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a man in black rushed down, his face covered in cold sweat—presumably the man who had almost lost his life. When he came down, Tang Ji saw that he was quite handsome, with striking features. It was truly a tragedy that such a man was begging for mercy from a woman.

He bowed to Xiao Lan and quickly left, as if being chased by a wild beast. Xiao Lan didn't speak, just quietly watched Tang Ji, her thoughts unknown.

Sounds came from upstairs again—the woman's seductive moans—but the man's breathing and voice had changed; clearly, it was someone else. Tang Ji thought to himself, "This woman is like Wu Zetian—unyielding and shameless." She longed for a man's penis to pierce her womb before she felt truly happy.

Looking up, she saw several more people entering through the building entrance. Several women in black were escorting five handsome young men, all bound. Tang Ji recognized them; they had come with him. Tang Ji wondered what they were doing here. Ah, right, the leader wanted to try something new, so he chose them for his pleasure.

The five men looked resentful. The women bowed to Xiao Lan before taking the men upstairs, then came down and left. The woman upstairs was moaning loudly, clearly enjoying herself. The sounds made Tang Ji and Xiao Lan uncomfortable, and they also wanted to find a place to have some fun.

After a while, someone upstairs spoke: "Take them down, cripple their martial arts, and send them to work in the back mountain."

It was the same woman.

Another woman agreed, and then there were thuds as two men tumbled down the stairs—two of the men who had gone up earlier. As soon as they rolled downstairs, several women rushed in from outside and dragged them out like dead dogs. Tang Ji sighed inwardly, thinking that a man who had fallen to this state might as well have just killed himself.

If that woman treated me like that, why should I live a life of ignominy?

Seeing Tang Ji frown, Xiao Lan knew his thoughts and gestured for him to remain silent. Tang Ji shut his mouth, wondering how he should deal with this womanizing leader. One thing was certain: he didn't want to practice any bedroom skills with her.

Soon after, another man was thrown from the building, this time with an even worse fate—his penis was chopped off and he was thrown into the water to feed the turtles. The man looked ashen-faced, clearly in despair. Tang Ji stopped thinking about it; why should he worry about others? He was barely able to save himself. Who knew he might end up like him, fed to the turtles tomorrow?

After listening to the moaning for a while, Xiao Lan couldn't sit still any longer and said, "Wait here, I'll ask."

With a thud, Xiao Lan went upstairs. Tang Ji's heart was in his throat; he knew his fate was about to be decided. To his surprise, Xiao Lan returned quickly. Seeing that her expression remained unchanged and calm, Tang Ji was relieved.

Xiao Lan gave him a wink, and Tang Ji followed her out of the building, his mind filled with questions.

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Appendix: Information about "Mad Swordsman" Tang Ji: Dressed in a blue robe, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, exuding heroic spirit.

Dongfang Qiuyu: Dressed in pink, delicate and beautiful as a flower. Although not tall, her breasts are quite large. Qiuyu's breasts are large, round and firm. She is not tall, but slender and graceful; her skin is not white, but absolutely smooth and delicate. Her breasts are not as large as Baiju's, but very round and pointed, with nipples that stand up high, as if waiting for the nourishment of love. The tuft of slightly yellow and curly downy hair under her smooth belly is really cute, making one want to brush it a few times. But what is under the hair cannot be seen. Qiuyu's legs are pressed tightly together, which makes Tang Ji even more curious. He can see that under the pubic hair, her two fragrant lips are thin, pointed, and red, with the cleft open, and spring water is flowing, which is very tempting. Her second and third wives are also alluring. A captivating beauty. The Third Madam's voice, sweet yet tinged with a hint of seductive charm.

Miss Wen: A young woman in red, tall and graceful, with bright eyes and white teeth, though her face was as cold as ice. Her waist was slender and flexible, and her buttocks were round and full, presumably with excellent elasticity and feel. Miss Wen originally had a lover who died in a fight with martial arts figures. Since then, she rarely smiled, always unable to forget her man. The sect leader was over sixty, while Miss Wen was only twenty; the sect leader could be her grandfather. Her beauty was like peach blossoms, her eyes exceptionally clear. Miss Wen's buttocks weren't large, but they were round, firm, and perky, fully showcasing the advantages of a youthful beauty.

Yang Caiwei: This girl was seventeen or eighteen years old. Although dressed in simple clothes, she was as beautiful as a fairy. Her figure, her face, her temperament were all things Tang Ji had never seen before. With a gentle flick of her eyes, Tang Ji felt his mind go blank. He never dreamed a woman could be so beautiful, capable of making someone instantly stupid. What flower was she like? Peony? Peach blossom? Lotus? Camellia? None of them seemed suitable, none could adequately describe her beauty.

She was too beautiful, literate, and had high standards; she wouldn't even look at ordinary men. Two breasts, more beautiful than lilies, were revealed, their tips red and pointed, making Tang Ji's mouth gape open for a long time. Below her round belly, at the base of her plump thighs, a small mound protruded, a rosy slit, glistening with dew, and exuding the unique fragrance of a young girl, hidden by the lush grass.

(Red Leaf: Zhao Yuanwai's sixth wife.) Of all the breasts he had seen, this young woman's were the largest, firm, and whitest, truly two jade peaks. The nipples were pink... Her nipples were round and full. Tang Ji was captivated. He lifted the young woman onto the table and began to suckle her like a baby. Young and beautiful. She looked to be no more than twenty-four or twenty-five, in the prime of her life. Her face was so tender it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, and her breasts were full; he imagined what lay inside was even more alluring.

Miss Wen prepared silver, clothes, a long sword, and other necessities for Tang Ji, but most importantly, she gave him a fine horse.

The horse was named Qianlixue, pure white except for its four black hooves. It was Miss Wen's prized possession, a gift she specially gave him as a mount when they parted. It was said that this horse could travel eight hundred li at night and a thousand li in a day.

Tang Ji reined in his horse and turned around, only to find himself emerging from a stone wall. There was a large hole in the wall, surrounded by dense trees. How did he get this hole?

Wu Ping managed more than fifty people, while Miss Wen managed a few less.

Xiao Lü: Miss Wen's maid. Ge was lively. Around fifteen or sixteen years old, she had round, dark eyes and a small, rosy mouth. She was smiling, revealing two dimples. Her breasts, not very high, were two alluring protrusions. There were over a hundred young and beautiful girls, but the most beautiful were all in Wen's area. They practiced a separate set of combined swordsmanship, the power of which was not to be underestimated. Xiao Lü wasn't quite full. Her breasts weren't large enough, and her pubic hair wasn't thick enough, but this delicate, pretty girl had a unique charm.

When Tang Ji parted Xiao Lü's legs, he saw a red slit below her abdomen, sparsely covered with curly hair. A few drops of vaginal fluid were already on the slit. Tang Ji found it pleasurable and bent Xiao Lü's legs, raising them to make that spot more prominent.

Xiao Cheng: Wen's maid, with an oval face. Arriving at Xiao Cheng's private parts, it was already dripping wet. Tang Ji could feel the thick pubic hair there. Sheng was secretly amazed; at such a young age, to have so much pubic hair was truly unique.

Xiao Lan: a shimmering, white-skinned girl with large eyes and a pretty nose, dressed in pink. Her small yet firm breasts were so alluring that anyone who tried to seduce her would surrender in a few dozen strokes. Lin Fang: Tang Ji's adoptive mother, from beyond the Great Wall, also skilled in martial arts, tall and beautiful with red lips and white teeth. Only in her early thirties, she possessed a mature and captivating charm, like a juicy peach.

Zhu Xiaotang: disguised as a young master, dressed in fine clothes, slender and handsome, with bright, star-like eyes, but her face was full of arrogance. Her father was the Prince of Jin.

Xiaotang's legs were beautiful—straight, long, white, and round, with a perfect balance of plumpness and thinness. Seeing that she wouldn't part her legs, Tang Ji kissed them, his hand moving to her lower abdomen to touch the tuft of slightly yellow, curly hair. He kept whispering sweet nothings, and Xiao Tang's heart softened, finally opening her tightly closed thighs.

Tang Ji almost stopped in his tracks when he saw it. Pubic hair extended from her lower abdomen, forming a triangle, and against this backdrop, her red slit was slightly parted, glistening with spring water. Her chrysanthemum below was dense and small, complementing the flower cave above, equally captivating to a man's gaze.

Bai Ju: Her face was delicate and sweet, with a hint of shyness. Her two dark, bright eyes were full of feminine tenderness and affection. Flowers were tucked into her hair, and her bright red dress added to her nobility and charm. Her pubic hair was not sparse, but it was soft and short.

Tie Liyang, known as the Tiger of Mount Tai, was a burly man on a black horse, around thirty years old, strong as a tiger, with a high nose and wide mouth, truly exuding an imposing aura.

Cui Yuxiao: On a white horse was a young woman, twenty-four or twenty-five years old, dressed in a moon-white outfit. She was as beautiful as a peach blossom, with a wasp waist and high breasts. Her dignified maturity and unique charm were truly captivating. Li Yang's wife, known as the Fairy Swordsman, was a burly man in a gray, fitted outfit. The woman was dignified and beautiful, with full breasts and a plump bottom. Ah, those round buttocks seemed about to burst through her pants, making Tang Ji's heart itch.

This beauty was dressed in fitted clothing, with a high bust and a slender waist, her face more beautiful than a peach blossom. Her face was filled with sorrow, her eyes like mist shrouding West Lake, inspiring pity in anyone who saw her. Her breasts were truly large and bouncy. Her buttocks were also round and firm, extremely fleshy.

Jiang Mei: The wife of Protector Tang Yong. A young woman, she was truly beautiful: slender figure, walking like a willow in the breeze. She had an oval face, arched eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a firm chest, presumably with large breasts. By Tang Ji's standards, this woman was definitely top-tier.

Huashan disciple Mei Qinghao: My uncle's name is Mei Hengyue, the head of Huashan Sect. His last words: If you see my uncle, please pass on a message to him, asking him to avenge me. And my little junior sister, I really want to pick another flower for her. What should I do with those men in black? After discussing with Tang Ji and others, Miss Wen decided to temporarily choose a well-regarded person from among them to be their leader. His name is Yang Fan. To prevent any unrest, Miss Wen also plans to develop a few trusted confidants.

Cangbai Daoist: Head of Taishan Sect, master of Tie Liyang and his wife. He used the Thunder Palm to strike Wu Tongtian's Ice Palm: This is an evil technique; those struck by it will freeze to death within days. Landlady: Huahua, in her early thirties, with almond-shaped eyes, round and bright, and skin as white as snow. She has large breasts, long legs, no hair on her vulva, a slightly round face, a charming expression, and lustful eyes; she truly possesses a bewitching power.

A dozen or so women, all dressed in black, were all as beautiful as flowers. They were agile, and thirty or forty of them arrived. These people were divided into two groups. One group consisted of young women, also dressed in black, carrying the "Wild Wind Sword Manual": two books, thirty pages, twenty-four moves. Created by Lu Kuangfeng, this sword technique made him unparalleled in the martial arts world. There were also illustrations of lovemaking at the end.

Ximen He: the junior brother of the Taishan Sect Leader, his Taishan swordsmanship was said to be no less than his senior brother's. An old man with a goatee. Zhang Quansheng, the "Across the Mountain Palm" of Taishan: a former disciple of Wudang. Ye Qingmiao Hong: Zhang's subordinates.

Tang Yunchang: Tang Ji's adoptive father, working at Wohu Manor, skilled in the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique".

Nangong Changxiao: Nangong Ying's son, known as the "Jade-Faced Flying Dragon," Qiu Yu's fiancé. There were over a hundred beauties in Qunxian Valley, only about twenty of whom were virgins, all in the hands of Miss Wen. They were virgins because Miss Wen provided excellent protection and maintained strict rules. At that time, the sect leader had not yet declared Miss Wen and the others to be his women. In contrast, the Wu Hall Master's side was rife with promiscuity, with more casual relationships between men and women. Due to the prevailing customs, there are no virgins left on that side. Miss Wen's side, however, maintains strict rules and a very upright atmosphere. Those men in black can only drool over these beauties.

In the Valley of Immortals: there are over a hundred young beauties, but fewer than twenty are virgins. The back courtyard is for men, while the women live in the front. Black clothes are worn by ordinary followers; those who don't wear black have a different status.

Xu Fu, the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor: with a pockmarked face, a mustache, and a long sword at his waist, he is one of Dongfang Ba's most capable assistants. His swordsmanship is superb, with few rivals in the north. He always has a stern face and never shows mercy in battle, hence his nickname "Black-Hearted Sword." The Tongtian Cult Master, whose real name is Wu Tongtian, is currently practicing the "Blooming Flower Divine Skill." His power weakens for one or two days each week. "The Lu Kuangfeng you mentioned is my grandmaster, the scholar Wu Zhong. He always wore a scholar's robe, which swayed gracefully with his movements, incredibly dashing."

Tie Liyang changed the subject, saying, "Brother, my master was killed by being struck with palms. Each palm strike had a black plum blossom at its center. According to our sect's elders, it's a kind of evil martial art that's been lost for many years, something like 'Blooming Flower Divine Skill.' Few martial artists who had contact with the Tongtian Sect survived. Since you've been to the Valley of Immortals, I'd like to ask you, does the Tongtian Sect possess such a martial art?"

When the divine skill is used, the palms emit white light. The Ghost-Slaying Platform: the execution platform. Important figures are sent there for execution. Ordinary criminals don't need such elaborate procedures; they're simply sent to the back courtyard. This Ghost-Slaying Platform is about five miles west of the valley. Hmm, I should take you to see it. "It turns out this is a small mountain, tall and thin, strangely barren, with jagged rocks everywhere. Standing at its foot and listening, one can almost hear the cracking of the stones. Looking at the surrounding undulating green peaks, the mountain seems even more peculiar.

Murong Qi is one of the six protectors of our sect. He is the sect leader's confidant, which is why this important position fell to him. The leader of the guards is one of our sect's protectors, with a thousand brothers under his command. Protector Bai's handsome face was flushed with anger." "Zhao Jincai: Son of the Vice Minister, Xiaotang's fiancé.

A girl in black ran over; she was quite pretty. Miss Wen remembered her name was Shuixing.

Tang Ji's swordsmanship: The Taizu Sword was created by Emperor Hongwu and is widely popular; almost every martial artist knows it.

This internal cultivation method has eight levels, and I've already reached the fifth level. It took me a week to master the first level. Our sect's 'Chrysanthemum Fragrance Pill' is specifically used for internal energy cultivation and treating internal injuries; it's extremely effective. A draw, a slash, and a thrust—it's incredibly fast; this move is precisely the 'Three Twists and Turns' from the Mad Wind Sword Manual." The movements are linked together, making them impossible to defend against. The target is the opponent's throat, and the result is to pierce the throat with a single sword strike.

A sword strikes towards the heart, then, midway, the tip flicks upwards, aiming again for the throat. This move is the "Instant Change" technique from the "Raging Wind Swordplay." The throat is not the final target; the eyes are. The swordplay is incredibly fast and unpredictable, making it difficult to defend against.

A diagonal thrust at Tang Ji's left rib, then, midway, flicks upwards again. This move is called "All Rivers Flow to the Sea." Immediately countered with "Darkness and Chaos," suppressing Wen's swordplay, the sword then veers off course, striking Wen's right rib. This is the twelfth move of the Raging Wind Swordplay, the very method to counter it. "Instant Change" caused the Black Protector to gasp in surprise. "Jade and Stone Burn Together" nearly brought the Black Protector to the ground. "A Flash of Red Light" is the twenty-third move. Several sword strikes are executed within a single move, only the last one being a solid strike. "Pointing East, Hitting West" is fast, ruthless, vicious, and precise. The sword slashed to the left and thrust to the right; seemingly easy, yet incredibly skillful.

Miss Wen's horse: Thousand Miles of Snow.

Chapter 11: Suffering .

After leaving, Xiao Lan told Tang Ji that the hall master was very busy and temporarily unavailable to see him, asking him to rest at the VIP hotel first. Tang Ji didn't know whether this was good or bad.

For the next few days, Tang Ji was lost in thought. When he had nothing to do, Xiao Lan accompanied him for walks around the area, making Tang Ji more familiar with the terrain. He discovered that the surrounding area was mountainous, with wooden buildings nestled in the dense forest on each ridge—used for lookout, obviously for defense against enemies.

Tang Ji thought, "This is their secret. Why did they let me know? Just based on this, it's already difficult for me to leave. Even if they don't kill me, they'll imprison me here for life."

When Xiao Lan wasn't around, Tang Ji secluded himself in his room, pondering each move of the Mad Wind Sword Manual, exploring its mysteries.

He thought that since Lu Mad Wind could become a strongman, there was no reason for him to be inferior. He tried hard to recall the fights he had witnessed, like that guy surnamed Zhang, and how he could defeat him if he were to fight him.

During the few days he had nothing to do, Xiao Lan came every day. Each time, they chatted and laughed intimately, and when the passion ignited, they would close the door and have real sex on the bed. Every time, Xiao Lan was completely satisfied, clinging to him as if afraid he would disappear and she would never see him again.

Tang Ji also felt extremely comfortable; Xiao Lan's vagina was truly exquisite. Penetrating her, he felt a surge of desire, a frenzy of passion, and never wanted to pull out. When he rode on top of her, displaying his prowess, he felt it was wonderful to be a man, born with the ability to conquer women.

Xiao Lan was so skilled at gripping; every movement was incredibly rhythmic. What kind of skill was that? It was like having a hole in the back of a temple: the temple was completely exposed. This feeling was something he had never experienced with Bai Ju and Qiu Yu. Although Xiao Lan wasn't a virgin, she treated him quite well; having such a beauty by his side was a great blessing.

That morning, Xiao Lan sent someone to inform Tang Ji that she had to leave the valley on business and told him to be careful. She also said that if he encountered any difficulties, he could seek help from Miss Wen. Tang Ji found it amusing; weren't they at odds? Why would he need her help now?

Thinking of Miss Wen, Tang Ji felt both awe and allure. Such a pure girl, like autumn rain, and still a virgin. She was so beautiful, yet so aloof; he wondered what she would look like naked. Would she still have that icy expression? If she could smile, he believed even spring flowers would pale in comparison, and autumn moons would lose all their beauty.

Just as he was lost in thought, two burly men in black entered. One had a long face, the other a mole beside his mouth.

Upon seeing Tang Ji, they said in unison, "Young Master Tang, our Master Zhang invites you."

Tang Ji was taken aback, realizing that Zhang Xiangzhu was the infamous Zhang Quansheng. What did this guy want with me when we didn't even know each other? Thinking of the man's ruthlessness and despicable nature, Tang Ji frowned. He didn't want to see him at all, but he couldn't hide on his turf.

Tang Ji returned the greeting and asked, "What are your names, brothers?"

The square-faced man said, "Young Master Tang, you're too kind. My name is Ye Qing."

The other replied, "My name is Miao Hong."

Tang Ji nodded and politely asked, "What does your Zhang Xiangzhu want with me?"

Ye Qing answered, "We're only responsible for relaying messages; we know nothing else."

Tang Ji knew he wouldn't get any information. Should he go or not? If he didn't go, they wouldn't let him off the hook, and he'd look like a coward, as if he were truly afraid of him. But if he went, this guy definitely had bad intentions, and Xiao Lan wasn't around; he had no one to consult. If that guy tried to harm him, he was no match for him. What should he do? What should he do?

The two men urged Tang Ji to leave, but Tang Ji said he wasn't in a hurry and needed a drink of water first. He held his cup, smiling broadly at them, appearing extremely relaxed, though inwardly he was incredibly anxious.

He had to go eventually, Tang Ji sighed inwardly, stood up, and followed them out of the house. He even gave the room a careful look at the contents, as if he wouldn't be back that night.

They headed towards the black gate not far away, Tang Ji leading the way, the two following behind like executioners escorting a prisoner to the execution ground. Of course, this was Tang Ji's own perception. His eyes darted around, hoping to encounter Miss Wen at this moment. The two behind him kept a close eye on Tang Ji, afraid he would run away.

When they were about ten feet from the black gate, someone behind them spoke: "Isn't this Captain Ye and Captain Miao? What brings you out so early?"

Tang Ji turned around and saw a large-breasted woman. He recognized her; she had spoken to Miss Wen in the woods last time. He wondered if she was one of Miss Wen's people. In the woods, he glanced at her chest, and she glared at him.

The two men, recognizing her, quickly approached. Ye Qing said, "It's Sister Xiao Chun! Good morning! We're on orders from the Hall Master. What about you? What brings you out so early? Do you need our help?"

He glanced at Miao Hong, who immediately chimed in.

Xiao Chun looked at Tang Ji and said, "I'm also on orders, here to take care of some business."

Eager to complete their mission, Ye Miao said, "In that case, Sister Xiao Chun, you go ahead with your work. We won't bother you any longer."

Normally, the two brothers would have made an effort to chat with Xiao Chun, but not now.

Hearing this, Tang Ji grew anxious, thinking to himself, "Once I enter this Black Gate, I don't know if I'll come out alive. Maybe Zhang Quansheng is on orders from some Hall Master to deal with me."

In a panic, Tang Ji immediately turned and ran to Xiao Chun, saying, "Xiao Chun, you're so beautiful! I've missed you so much!"

He then grabbed Xiao Chun and tried to kiss her.

Xiao Chun screamed, "Help!" and slapped Tang Ji across the face.

Tang Ji still wouldn't let go, and whispered in Xiao Chun's ear, "Call Miss Wen to save me."

Xiao Chun froze, unable to deliver her next blow. Seeing

Tang Ji's behavior, the two men couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: This guy is a real lecher! He dares to bully our girls in our Qunxian Valley! He's got a death wish! The two men quickly pulled Tang Ji away, his face slightly red from the slap.

Xiao Chun cried, tears welling in her eyes, "You big pervert! How dare you bully me! I'll beat you to death!" "

With hands flailing, he lunged at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji, unwilling to be beaten, swayed and dodged, avoiding Xiao Chun's attacks. Although his martial arts were lacking, Xiao Chun was still no match for him.

In desperation, Xiao Chun pointed at Tang Ji's nose and said, 'I won't let you get away with this! You're going to die!' He

then ran towards the side gate, his shoulders still trembling, presumably still heartbroken.

The two men, seeing this, thought gleefully, 'You're really bold, kid. What kind of place is this? Is this where you can run wild? Luckily, the sect leader is teaching you a lesson; we don't need to lift a finger.'

Of course, they weren't worried about any accidents; everyone knew Xiao Chun was the sect leader's man.

The two men urged Tang Ji, 'Young Master Tang, please come in.'" "

As they spoke, the two men, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Tang Ji between them.

The three walked towards the main gate, Tang Ji's heart sinking.

Entering the Great Black Gate, Tang Ji felt as if he had entered the gates of hell, his heart pounding wildly. The two men led the way, leading Tang Ji into a side room with a door in the middle, where two burly men stood. After entering, there was a very clean hall, with all eighteen kinds of weapons hanging on the weapon racks, presumably a martial arts training hall. Several chairs were placed at the head of the hall, but they were empty, and the entire hall was quiet.

The two men bowed and said loudly, "Reporting to the Hall Master, we have invited Young Master Tang."

As soon as they finished speaking, a loud voice replied, "Good, well done." "

With the sound, a door opened on the right wall, and a young man in a tight-fitting outfit walked out, his face exuding a fierce and arrogant air. This man was none other than Zhang Quansheng, whom Tang Ji had met that day.

Zhang Quansheng stepped forward and winked at Ye Miao and the other two, who then left the room. Zhang Quansheng glanced at Tang Ji, chuckled twice, and gestured to a chair, saying, "Young Master Tang, please sit down."

Tang Ji looked at his somewhat gloomy face, and without any ceremony, casually sat down in a chair. Zhang Quansheng also sat down, two chairs away from Tang Ji.

Zhang Quansheng stared at Tang Ji and slowly asked, "Young Master Tang, do you know why I invited you here?"

Tang Ji thought to himself, what good things could you possibly want from me? It's certainly not for drinking and revelry, but he said aloud, "I've heard that Master Zhang is not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but also enjoys making friends. I feel extremely fortunate to have a friend like Master Zhang." "

In his heart, however, he was cursing Zhang Quansheng's ancestors.

Zhang Quansheng was displeased, but smiled and said, 'Young Master Tang is too kind. I am unworthy of such

praise. If anyone is honored, it is I.' Tang Ji looked puzzled and asked, 'What do you mean?'

Zhang Quansheng sneered, 'Imagine, being able to sit with Young Master Tang, who possesses the 'Raging Wind Sword Manual,' how could I not feel honored?'

He then laughed loudly.

Tang Ji also chuckled a few times, thinking, 'Finally, they've gotten to the point. I'll play dumb and deny everything, let's see what they can do to me.

' Zhang Quansheng stopped laughing and said in a low voice, 'Young Master Tang, stop playing tricks. I'm not stupid.'

His smile froze, and he looked terrifying, every muscle in his face radiating ferocity.

Tang Ji smiled without speaking, and Zhang Quansheng said, 'If I'm not mistaken, Young Master Tang escaped from Crouching Tiger Manor, didn't he?'" "

Tang Ji pondered for a moment before replying, "Master Zhang is indeed well-informed. It's true, I, Tang Ji, came from there."

Zhang Quansheng chuckled a few times and said, "Even if you did come out, why did you 'come out' of there in the first place?"

Zhang Quansheng stared at Tang Ji, awaiting his answer.

Tang Ji smiled and said, "I was doing quite well there, so why would I come out? The reason involves my personal affairs, which I cannot discuss with outsiders."

Zhang Quansheng was furious, stood up abruptly, and said, "Then I'll tell you for you: it's because you took something from someone else."

Seeing Tang Ji's pale face, he continued, "It's because you took the sword manual from Wu Shan, the Mad Wind Sword Manual. You were afraid of getting into trouble, so you ran away quickly. But you didn't expect that the news would still spread throughout the martial world, and everyone wants it. If our sect hadn't invited you here, I believe those guys from both the righteous and the wicked would have already torn you to pieces."

Tang Ji's heart skipped a beat, but he still raised his voice and said, "I don't have any sword manual at all."

Zhang Quansheng chuckled and pointed at Tang Ji's nose, saying, "The sword manual is in your hands. Don't try to deny it. Denying it is useless and will only harm you. You need to be smart."

Zhang Quansheng, like a vicious wolf about to devour someone, wagged his tail in front of Tang Ji.

Tang Ji leaned back slightly in his chair, chuckled, and said, "You said the sword manual is in my hands, right?"

Zhang Quansheng replied affirmatively, "That's right."

Tang Ji pursed his lips and said, "Then look carefully."

As he spoke, he waved both hands at him, startling Zhang Quansheng, who jumped aside. He was so startled that he thought Tang Ji was going to launch a hidden weapon, which made Tang Ji want to burst out laughing.

Tang Ji reminded him, "Don't misunderstand, I just wanted you to see my hands, nothing more."

Zhang Quansheng thought to himself, what's so interesting about your hands? But he still looked carefully and didn't find anything unusual. Zhang Quansheng felt a surge of anger at being mocked and said, "Are you playing me? I won't fall for that."

Tang Ji patiently explained, "Master Zhang, you said the sword manual is in my hands, but now you see clearly, right? I have nothing in my hands."

He then gave a sarcastic look.

This almost made Zhang Quansheng's nose twist in anger. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this brat is trying to outsmart me, I won't let him fool me." He spun around on the ground angrily twice, then suddenly said, "Young Master Tang, I'd like to spar with you on swordsmanship and ask for your guidance."

Without waiting for Tang Ji's reply, he went to the weapon rack, flicked his wrist, and a sword shot towards Tang Ji with a whoosh. Judging from the sound of the wind, the force was considerable. Tang Ji, not one to be underestimated, reached out and grabbed it, using a technique to deflect the force. Even so, the impact still made his hand ache, but he endured it, not even flinching.

He didn't want to show weakness in front of his enemy.

Zhang Quansheng held his longsword diagonally, assumed a horse stance, and said, "Attack! No need for politeness."

Tang Ji knew he was no match and didn't want to say more. He unleashed a move from the "Peerless Hero Sword Technique" taught to him by his adoptive father—Nine Dragons Covering the Sky—aiming at Zhang Quansheng's head. Seeing Tang Ji's fierce attack, Zhang Quansheng dared not be careless and adopted a defensive stance, both responding and observing Tang Ji's swordplay.

Clang, clang, clang—the movements were fluid and agile, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen rounds had passed, increasing the pressure on Tang Ji. Zhang Quansheng watched for a long time but couldn't discern anything particularly ingenious. He wondered, "Does he really not have the Mad Wind Sword Manual? Impossible, he must be holding back. I'll force him to make a move."

Thinking this, Zhang Quansheng switched from defense to offense, unleashing the Wudang sword technique. The Wudang sword technique wasn't inherently particularly ruthless, but in Zhang Quansheng's hands, it took on a different flavor. Every move exuded a murderous aura; a moment's carelessness in his hands could result in a deadly defeat.

Zhang Quansheng's sword tip trembled like a venomous snake, employing skillful techniques of thrusting, slicing, chopping, stabbing, and striking, enveloping Tang Ji in a sea of sword light, making it difficult for him to escape. Even more astonishing was Zhang Quansheng's incredible speed and unpredictable movements; Tang Ji broke out in a cold sweat. He was frantically trying to cope, struggling to keep up. Only then did he understand why those two disciples from prestigious schools had died at his hands; this man truly possessed extraordinary abilities.

A moment of carelessness, and with a hiss, his left arm was slashed open, blood flowing freely. Tang Ji dared not look; a slight hesitation, and he would be dead. He fought and retreated, dodging constantly, looking utterly pathetic. Another hiss, and a long gash appeared on Tang Ji's back.

Zhang Quansheng pressed closer, sneering, "Smart one, hand over the sword manual now, or this will be your death trap."

Tang Ji thought, "Fine, fine, I, Tang Ji, would rather die than be humiliated. I'd rather die with you." With that thought, he suddenly quickened his swordplay, attacking Zhang Quansheng. Zhang Quansheng couldn't help but laugh, thinking, "You fool, I didn't want to kill you before, but this time I'll teach you a lesson."

Tang Ji didn't care what moves he used. Seeing that he had blocked Zhang Quansheng's attack, he swung his left palm, flashing it in front of Zhang Quansheng. Zhang Quansheng thought, "His swordsmanship is unremarkable; is his palm technique powerful?" His eyes were fixed on Tang Ji's palm. Tang Ji's sword, though seemingly suppressed by Zhang Quansheng, suddenly lashed out with a swift, deadly strike—a move from the "Three Twists and Turns" technique in the Mad Wind Sword Manual, executed in rapid succession, aimed at the throat and intended to pierce it.

The suddenness of the attack was terrifying. Relying on his experience, Zhang Quansheng dodged repeatedly, avoiding the initial strike but not the subsequent one. His neck shifted slightly, and the sword struck his shoulder. Zhang Quansheng cried out in pain. Tang Ji was stunned, never expecting such exquisite swordsmanship. He had never used it before, yet it had wounded someone like Zhang Quansheng. Little did he know, he had only mastered the basics; if he had practiced it correctly, this single strike would have been fatal.

While Tang Ji hesitated, Zhang Quansheng, enraged, swung his palm, striking Tang Ji heavily in the chest. Tang Ji cried out, flying several feet away before crashing to the ground with a thud, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, as if he were about to die. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious.

At that moment, Zhang Quansheng struggled to his feet, lunging forward with his sword to finish Tang Ji off. Just then, two men rushed in, shouting, "Master, no! Don't forget the Hall Master's words!"

These two were Ye Qing and Miao Hong.

Zhang Quansheng jolted, thinking, "Of course! The Hall Master has given orders; without her command, no one can touch a hair on Tang Ji's head." If he killed him, he'd have a hard time explaining himself. Thinking back to that move, he was even less inclined to kill him. He had to find out where that move came from.

Zhang Quansheng forcibly stopped his sword, which was near Tang Ji's chest, and yelled, "You brat, you got off easy this time!" He

thought, "Once I get your secret out of you, I'll tear you to pieces!

" He pointed at Tang Ji and said, "Send this kid to prison and keep him under strict guard. There can be no mistakes."

The two men agreed in unison and began applying medicine to their master. Afterwards, Zhang Quansheng glared at Tang Ji, ignoring the pain of his wounds, and struggled to walk towards the front courtyard. He wanted to speak with the sect leader.

Ye Miao and the other man helped Tang Ji up, seeing his pale face, knowing he was seriously injured. They immediately took action, first applying medicine to his wounds, then using their internal energy to heal

him. After working for a while, seeing that Tang Ji was no longer in mortal danger, they were relieved. Why were the two so kind to Tang Ji? First, the sect leader had ordered that they were not allowed to harm him, or they would not be spared. Second, Tang Ji had avenged them. The two men had joined the sect even earlier than Zhang Quansheng. When Zhang Quansheng first arrived, he treated them like brothers, but once he rose in status, he became arrogant, ordering them around like servants.

The two men didn't say anything outwardly, but they cursed him many times in their hearts. This time, Zhang Quansheng was injured, and they were overjoyed. They even secretly regretted that it would have been even better if they had stabbed him to death.

Chapter 12

Tang Ji felt his body lift up, like a cloud slowly drifting into a soft and fragrant dream, where he found familiar scents and fairies. The fairy's robes fluttered, her pretty face flushed. Just as Tang Ji was lost in thought, she smiled slightly and nestled into his arms. In the warm, soft friction, Tang Ji finally recognized this fairy as Dongfang Qiuyu.

Dongfang Qiuyu was the third woman in Tang Ji's life. Since Bai Ju's accident, Tang Ji had been unable to find peace, but fortunately, Qiuyu was there to keep him from despair.

To be honest, when he was with Bai Ju, Tang Ji hadn't had time to fully savor the pleasure. After all, they had only been intimate once, both being virgins, and neither had any experience. Tang Ji pondered, why didn't heaven give him more time? That affair was fleeting, leaving only the most beautiful memories for Tang Ji.

Being with Qiu Yu felt completely different. With Bai Ju, the mere scent of her would make Tang Ji hard, his mind consumed by thoughts of sex—penetrating her to bring her pleasure, and himself pleasure too. With Qiu Yu,

his desire wasn't as strong, mainly because she was still young and not as alluring as Bai Ju. Plus, Qiu Yu was somewhat like a sibling to him; although they had been intimate, Tang Ji hadn't considered immediately possessing her. He also had a concern that Qiu Yu might not agree, which he couldn't handle. Therefore, they maintained a good relationship.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, they were both grown up. Tang Ji grew a beard, and Qiu Yu's breasts had become fuller. Their interactions changed again. Before, they were completely uninhibited, but now Qiu Yu often felt shy. When their eyes met, her heart would pound wildly, as if it would leap out of her stomach, then she would look away, though she longed to see him.

Qiu Yu often read, and one day she became somewhat engrossed in reading *The Romance of the Western Chamber*. She was restless, her mind wandering. How lucky Miss Yingying was to have met the handsome and talented Zhang Sheng! Although I, Dongfang Qiu Yu, am not as refined as Yingying, I can still be considered a beauty. But where is my Zhang Sheng? This question was immediately answered; the image of Tang Ji appeared before her eyes. Tang Ji had become strong and handsome, his face radiating masculinity. Though not a literary genius, he was far superior to the average man. Could he be her future husband?

She compared Tang Ji to Zhang Sheng, and concluded that they each had their strengths. Zhang Sheng could compose poetry, while Tang Ji could not, but he was literate; Tang Ji was skilled in martial arts, while Zhang Sheng was not. If they encountered villains on the road, Tang Ji would be more useful. Zhang Sheng could become a top scholar, while Tang Ji could not, but he could probably still support a wife and children. Tang Ji's greatest advantage over Zhang Sheng was that he was not as pedantic and rigid as Zhang Sheng. Tang Ji was intelligent, and she thought that if he focused on his studies, he would definitely be more successful than Zhang Sheng. "

Can I marry him in the future?" Thinking of this question, Qiu Yu's delicate brows furrowed. Recently, her parents had repeatedly advised her that she and Tang Ji could only be master and servant, or at most siblings; someone of her status couldn't marry him. He was just a servant's son; they were not of equal social standing, and if the two families were to marry, wouldn't people laugh at them? The biggest blow to Qiu Yu was when her parents told her she had a fiancé.

This stunned Qiu Yu; she thought, "How come I didn't know?"

Her mother hugged her and told her about the betrothal arranged in childhood. That year, Nangong Nu, the lord of Feilong Fortress, and his wife visited Wohu Mountain Villa. Dongfang Ba was a longtime friend of his. During their conversation at the banquet, they learned that both wives were pregnant, and they had agreed that if the babies were a boy and a girl, they would marry, even exchanging tokens of their union.

Now, Nangong Ying's son, Nangong Changxiao, has made a name for himself in the martial arts world as "Jade-Faced Flying Dragon," which shows how outstanding he is. The mother thought Qiuyu would be overjoyed to hear this, but to her surprise, her daughter's eyes were filled with tears, and she remained silent.

After a moment's thought, the mother understood her daughter's feelings and said nothing more. If she were told that the other party had already written about marriage, her daughter would be even more unhappy, but a daughter of marriageable age must be married, and this marriage was inevitable.

Qiuyu was heartbroken at the thought of not being able to marry Tang Ji. Just as she was at a loss, Tang Ji walked in.

It was dusk, and the red glow of the setting sun illuminated the window. The weather was hot, and the fragrance of flowers wafted in from outside.

Seeing that Qiu Yu looked unwell, Tang Ji asked, "Qiu Yu, are you feeling unwell?"

He reached out to touch her forehead, but Qiu Yu gently pulled away, playfully scolding, "Don't touch me like that, it's not good if someone sees."

Tang Ji glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then shamelessly took Qiu Yu's hand and said, "Qiu Yu, shall we go play by the stream?"

There was a stream flowing through the forest to the east of the villa, its water exceptionally clear.

Qiu Yu shook her head, saying, "You go by yourself, I'm not going. My mother told me I shouldn't be with men casually, I'll suffer."

Tang Ji laughed and pressed, "What kind of suffering?"

Qiu Yu blushed, pulled her hand away, and said, "You're getting worse and worse, I'm not talking to you anymore."

But she wasn't really angry.

Without a word, Tang Ji grabbed her delicate hand and kissed it, saying, "I'll go wait for you by the stream. Hurry up and come."

Qiu Yu glanced at him sideways and said softly, "Go play by yourself, I'm not going."

Tang Ji's eyes widened, and he said, "This is strange. Don't we often go play together? You're acting a little odd today."

Qiu Yu didn't say anything. Tang Ji said, "I'll wait for you. If you don't come, I won't come back."

With that, he left the house first.

Tang Ji sat by the stream for a long time before Qiu Yu slowly walked over. As soon as Tang Ji saw her, he shouted happily, rushed over, picked her up, and spun her around as he always did. His masculine scent intoxicated Qiu Yu.

The two of them held hands and played through the woods, their laughter carrying far. When they were both tired, they sat down by the stream. Tang Ji looked at Qiu Yu and placed a yellow flower he had just picked in her hair.

With a touch of shyness, Qiu Yu asked, "Is it pretty?"

Tang Ji, holding her slender waist, replied affectionately, "Extremely pretty, just like a bride."

Hearing the word "bride," Qiu Yu felt a pang of pain in her heart and hugged Tang Ji tightly, as if afraid of losing him. The two then kissed again. Tang Ji was passionate, kissing Qiu Yu's red lips with unrestrained passion, even teasing her with his tongue, making Qiu Yu forget her reserve and return the kiss with her own, their tongues making a loud, rhythmic sound.

Tang Ji was enjoying the kiss, and one hand pressed against Qiu Yu's breast. Qiu Yu's breasts had grown large, round and firm, and Tang Ji felt a great pleasure touching them. Qiu Yu pushed him away a few times, but his devilish hand did not let go. Qiu Yu was overwhelmed by his touch, her whole body went weak, never expecting a man's hand to become so powerful. And that wasn't all; Tang Ji also brazenly undressed Qiu Yu, letting his devilish hand directly caress her breasts, pinching her nipples until they hurt, yet at the same time, she felt incredibly happy.

Qiu Yu's moans, emanating from her nose, drove Tang Ji nearly mad. In this state, Tang Ji could no longer restrain himself; he craved even greater stimulation. Having tasted pleasure before, he longed to explore Qiu Yu's vulva—it must be incredibly beautiful, unlike Bai Ju's.

Tang Ji picked Qiu Yu up and ran deeper into the forest.

Qiu Yu blushed deeply, saying, "Put me down, put me down! What do you want to do?"

Tang Ji laughed, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to do you."

Qiu Yu knew exactly what "do" meant, and she couldn't help but flail her fists, pounding against Tang Ji's chest. But how could Tang Ji let her go?

Deep in the dense forest, Tang Ji placed Qiu Yu on the soft green grass, pressing his body against hers, kissing her face, lips, and neck. His hands slowly untied Qiu Yu's thin skirt, his large hands slipping inside. There was plenty of pubic hair there, and it was already wet. This was the first time Tang Ji had touched Qiu Yu's vulva. It was so tender. Tang Ji pressed his fingers against her clitoris and teased it. After a few touches, Qiu Yu writhed uncontrollably, her breathing becoming heavier. Driven

by impulse, Tang Ji disregarded Qiu Yu's wishes and undressed her completely. He knew, of course, that she was engaged, and he had heard from his adoptive father about the man's background. He knew he was inferior to him. But he wasn't ashamed; he wanted to win Qiu Yu over through his own abilities. He wanted not only her heart but also her body.

Qiu Yu lay flat on her back with her legs together, too ashamed to open her eyes. Tang Ji stared intently at Qiu Yu. She wasn't tall, but she was slender and graceful; her skin wasn't fair, but it was absolutely smooth and delicate. Her breasts weren't as large as Bai Ju's, but they were round and pointed, with erect nipples, as if waiting for the nourishment of love. The tuft of slightly yellow and curly down below her smooth belly was incredibly cute, making one want to brush it a few times. But the thing under the hair couldn't be seen, and Qiu Yu's legs were pressed tightly together, which made Tang Jisheng even more eager to explore.

Tang Ji pounced on her, his mouth first taking her breast in his mouth, his hand moving downwards, lingering on her lower abdomen, trying to penetrate deeper into her pubic hair. Unfortunately, Qiu Yu wouldn't cooperate, preventing Tang Ji from succeeding.

Tang Ji was determined to conquer Qiu Yu, to make her heart forever belong to him. He knew he would succeed; he wouldn't waste the great opportunity given to him by heaven.

04-16

Chapter 13 Deflowering

Tang Ji put a lot of effort into Qiu Yu's body. Qiu Yu trembled all over from his teasing, her delicate body going limp. Tang Ji's devilish hand took the opportunity to slip between Qiu Yu's legs. Her pubic hair was so soft, her red lips so tender, and so wet. He groped her a few times, finding it very satisfying.

Driven by curiosity, Tang Ji forced her to spread her jade legs, then opened his eyes wide to look. Adorned by pubic hair, her two fragrant lips were thin, pointed, and red, parted at the cleft, with spring water trickling down, incredibly alluring.

Tang Ji, his eyes gleaming with desire, excitedly brought his mouth to hers and began to suck passionately.

The sucking was loud and pleasurable, causing Qiu Yu to moan incessantly, "Tang Ji, you're so naughty! How could you lick me there? You're so embarrassing!"

Tang Ji, unlike his usual docile self, became like a greedy wolf, rampaging and relentlessly ravaging Qiu Yu's genitals.

"Tang Ji, where did you learn these torturous tricks?"

Qiu Yu asked, her beautiful eyes half-open and panting.

Tang Ji took a deep breath on Qiu Yu's vulva, lifting his wet lips and saying, "I'm a genius, self-taught.

How is it? Qiu Yu, are you enjoying it?" Qiu Yu closed her eyes, too embarrassed to answer. Seeing this, Tang Ji lowered his head again and continued working on Qiu Yu's sensitive areas.

As Tang Ji sucked and pulled at Qiu Yu's clitoris, Qiu Yu cried out, "Tang Ji, no! No! You're driving me crazy! I can't take it anymore! Ah...ah...something's coming out!"

Tang Ji, of course, understood what was happening. He didn't stop, continuing to play with her clitoris, his large hands pinching and kneading Qiu Yu's buttocks, thoroughly enjoying himself. He wanted to give Qiu Yu some pleasure first.

After a while, Qiu Yu trembled violently, reaching her first orgasm, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid. Tang Ji savored it, a trick he had learned from his godfather. His godfather and godmother had a very close relationship and had tried all sorts of things. When Qiu

Yu calmed down, Tang Ji asked with a grin, "Qiu Yu, did you feel good?"

Qiu Yu blushed, glared at him, and said, "You're so bad, always trying to harm me. I'm not going to be with you anymore."

Saying this, she sat up to put on her clothes.

Upon seeing this, Tang Ji immediately pounced on her, saying, "My dear sister, you've had your fun, but I haven't. Let me have my turn too."

With that, Tang Ji stripped naked, revealing his menacing, club-like member.

Although Qiu Yu was shy, she opened her beautiful eyes wide and couldn't help but ask, "Is this what you men are like?"

Tang Ji laughed, "Of course! Do you think it's pretty?"

Qiu Yu saw the fleshy part moving up and down, the glans menacing, as if challenging her. She reached out and pressed it, spitting out, "This thing is so ugly! How can a man have such an ugly thing?"

The member twitched a few times under her touch.

Tang Ji explained, "Don't let its appearance fool you, it's very useful."

Qiu Yu didn't believe him, saying, "What's it useful for? Isn't it just for peeing? It's so dirty."

Tang Ji shook his head, saying, "It's not just for peeing, it can also make women feel good. Babies are born because of it."

Tang Ji patiently explained the common sense, knowing that Qiu Yu wouldn't understand these things.

Qiu Yu snorted, "Let me up quickly, what will people think if they see us?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Qiu Yu, we'll go back after we're done."

As he spoke, Tang Ji lay on top of Qiu Yu, pressing his penis against her crotch. As if smelling a fishy scent, it rushed into Qiu Yu's vagina.

Qiu Yu, her face contorted with grief, pushed Tang Ji away, saying, "Brother Tang Ji, you can't do this. I'm someone's fiancée, I can't lose my virginity. If I do, my father will beat me to death."

Tang Ji wouldn't listen, saying, "He's allowed to philander, but we can't? That's not fair.

Forget about fiancées, you're mine, no one can take you away." With that, he hardened his heart and thrust his large glans inside. With another thrust, it didn't take much effort to pierce Qiu Yu's hymen.

At that moment, Qiu Yu screamed, "It hurts so much! How could you be so cruel?"

Her small fists flailing wildly, pounding Tang Ji's back.

Tang Ji understood her feelings, so he kissed her pretty face and gently comforted her, "It's okay, it'll be fine in a bit. Women are like this the first time. I guarantee you'll feel incredibly good in a little while."

Qiu Yu, with tears streaming down her face, said, "I'm in so much pain right now, I think I'm going to die."

Tang Ji licked Qiu Yu's tears, his lower body still. He finally silenced Qiu Yu's mouth with a kiss, his tongue entwining with hers. At the same time, Tang Ji's hands grasped her breasts—so lovely, so full and supple, kneading and pressing them, more pleasurable than any toy.

Time slowly passed, Qiu Yu's pain gradually lessened, and her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

Tang Ji released her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Good girl, are you feeling better?"

Qiu Yu looked pitiful and said, "Much better, at least you didn't kill me."

Tang Ji pinched her nipples with both hands and said, "You won't die, you'll experience great pleasure, like you're in heaven."

As he said this, his lower body began to move slightly. His movement caused Qiu Yu a slight pain.

Tang Ji thought to himself, "This is about right. Bai Ju didn't experience this much pain when she lost her virginity." Little did he know that every woman's situation is different, and Bai Ju was a few years older than Qiu Yu at the time, so her resistance was naturally much stronger.

Tang Ji moved a few more times, and seeing that Qiu Yu only frowned slightly and didn't react much, he became bolder and began to thrust more vigorously, pulling out to the entrance each time and inserting to the very root, pressing against Qiu Yu's delicate clitoris.

After a period of adjustment, Qiu Yu finally felt the sweetness after the initial pain, slowly experiencing the taste of a man, feeling incredibly good being fucked.

It was an itchy, tingling sensation, a feeling of her whole body about to fly high. No, it was even more beautiful than that.

In this comfortable state, Qiu Yu took the initiative to hug Tang Ji's neck, her beautiful eyes shining with excitement, her nose occasionally emitting alluring moans, and her lower body instinctively arching upwards. Tang Ji was overjoyed by Qiu Yu's reactions. He immediately seized the opportunity, increasing his speed. The vagina became increasingly wet, eventually producing a soft, squelching sound.

The virgin's vagina was wonderful, completely enveloping his penis. The opening and closing of the tender flesh brought Tang Ji boundless pleasure. He breathed heavily, letting out excited cries—the most pleasurable expression a man could have.

"Qiu Yu, is it good for you, brother?"

Tang Ji asked.

Qiu Yu moaned, her slender waist swaying gently, her limbs moving wildly, her cheeks flushed red—indescribably alluring.

In his ecstasy, Tang Ji lost control, and coupled with his inexperience and the exquisite beauty of Qiu Yu's vagina, he ejaculated quickly.

The sudden surge of heat into her vagina felt incredibly good to Qiu Yu, who cried out, "Brother Tang Ji, this feels so wonderful!"

She wrapped her arms around Tang Ji, as if rewarding a hero.

Tang Ji lay on top of Qiu Yu for a while before pulling out his penis. He knelt between her legs, gazing at the newly deflowered opening. It was wet and glistening, the beautiful slit slightly parted, the little chrysanthemum below rhythmically contracting. The two openings complemented each other, fully displaying the girl's alluring beauty.

Tang Ji was aroused, and his penis unconsciously hardened again. He wrapped his arms around Qiu Yu's jade-like legs and took her again. When he pulled out, the red flesh inside her gushed out; when he thrust in, the flesh receded. Nan Bangguo stretched her little hole until it was swollen, the pleasure constantly assaulting her nerves.

This time, the storm was even fiercer; Tang Ji was no longer as gentle as before. At this moment, he was like a wild beast.

Qiu Yu couldn't believe that the usually sheep-like man had turned into a tiger, but she had no time to think about it; her senses were all focused on her lower body.

The two of them were completely satisfied before they dressed and got up. On the way back, Qiu Yu was exhausted, clearly badly injured. Tang Ji, being considerate, carried her on his back, and they happily returned to the manor.

Later, Qiu Yu's father forced her to marry, but she refused. Finally, in desperation, she eloped with Tang Ji. Unexpectedly, their actions were careless, and a maidservant reported them to Dongfang Ba. As a result, Qiu Yu was arrested, and Tang Ji was on the run.

Dongfang Ba had been in a very bad mood lately. Before Tang Ji's elopement, something happened in the manor that Dongfang Ba dared not publicize, for fear that if it were, Wohu Manor would be in serious trouble. The first volume of the "Raging Wind Sword Manual," which Dongfang Ba treasured, had disappeared. He had kept it in a secret room, and it had been stolen. Dongfang Ba was both anxious and furious. He thought, "If I find out who did it, I'll skin them alive!"

He thought carefully, suspecting everyone in the manor, and finally narrowed it down to a few people. Among them was Wu Shan. After Wu Shan died, he examined Wu Shan's belongings and found letters between Wu Shan and the Tongtian Sect, thus learning of Wu Shan's connection with the sect. He intuitively believed that Wu Shan was responsible for the sword manual. Wu Shan was dead, but he didn't have the sword manual on him. Needless to say, the sword manual must have fallen into Tang Ji's hands. That brat, I won't let him off easily.

This Tang Yunchang was disloyal to me, what should I do with him? He was greatly displeased, when suddenly Tang Yunchang's wife's face and breasts appeared before his eyes. Hey, that woman is really beautiful, I can't let her go. I'll take this opportunity to have her, make her moan wildly under my crotch. Thinking of this, a lewd smile appeared on Dongfang Ba's face. This woman couldn't escape his grasp.

On the day Qiu Yu was captured, she was locked in her room by her father and not allowed to come out. Tang Yunchang, knowing he was guilty for letting Tang Ji go, asked the manor lord for punishment. Dongfang Ba pretended to sigh and express surprise, finally putting on a tolerant expression. He publicly announced that he would pardon Tang Yunchang.

As he said this, he winked at Steward Xu. Steward Xu understood the master's meaning and immediately stepped forward to argue, saying that a country has its laws, a family has its rules, and if the law is not enforced, how can one convince people? Under these circumstances, Tang Yunchang should have been executed, but Dongfang Ba did not do so. He first imprisoned Tang Yunchang and then sent a message to Lin Fang.

Lin Fang had not been home recently; she had gone back to her parents' home to be with her father. Her father was in poor health, and she went to fulfill her filial duties.

When she heard that Tang Ji had eloped and that Tang Yunchang had been arrested, she turned ashen-faced. She knew that the master was a man who lacked humanity. This time, her husband's chances of survival were slim.

Thinking of Tang Ji, Lin Fang's feelings were extremely complicated. She felt guilty, remorseful, and a little excited. Tang Ji was her son, but his penis had actually penetrated Lin Fang, and at that time, he had made her feel like she was dying and being in ecstasy, something Lin Fang would never forget for the rest of her life. Although he wasn't her biological son, she was still heartbroken. This trip to accompany her father was partly to avoid Tang Ji and ease her own psychological burden.

Tang Ji eloping with Qiu Yu was truly unbelievable to Lin Fang. She couldn't believe Tang Ji was so brave. Qiu Yu was a girl Lin Fang had watched grow up, and she and Tang Ji seemed well-matched. But their social classes were different; could they really marry? Tang Yunchang had repeatedly reprimanded his son, telling him not to have such delusions. Tang Ji never argued with his father, but as before, he continued to maintain close contact with Qiu Yu.

On her way back to Wohu Manor, besides worrying about her husband's safety, Lin Fang kept thinking about her ill-fated relationship with Tang Ji. Who could she blame? Perhaps it was fate; she blamed no one.

That morning, Tang Ji went out to practice martial arts. Lin Fang hadn't gotten up yet. Her husband wasn't home, and she hadn't slept well these past few days, always going to bed late and waking up late. As a mature woman, she had certain sexual needs.

That morning, she couldn't resist any longer. Seeing no one in the room, she pulled back the covers, took off her undergarments, revealing her wet, throbbing member. She inserted her fingers, stirring them around while imagining herself making love with her husband. Her red lips parted, occasionally emitting sweet moans. Sticky, lustful fluid slowly seeped from between her fingers, making Lin Fang's slender fingers glisten.

Then, Tang Ji returned. Usually, he would be practicing martial arts at this time, but today, for some reason, he felt a little hungry and wanted to come home for dinner. However, when he entered the room, he heard a woman's joyful sounds.

He recognized the voice as his adoptive mother's. Remembering her body and wanton nature, he felt a surge of heat.

He went to his adoptive mother's door, intending to pry it open a crack to peek inside. He pushed too hard, and the door swung open with a whoosh. Tang Ji and Lin Fang stared at each other, both stunned. Lin Fang was sitting on the bed, vigorously stimulating her vulva. Tang Ji saw clearly and was completely mesmerized.

When Lin Fang saw her son arrive, she was startled for a moment, then quickly pulled the blanket over herself, blushing furiously and wishing she could disappear into the ground. This was so shameful; Lin Fang lowered her head, only to find her breasts still exposed. Lin Fang pulled the blanket up again. This time, Tang Ji couldn't see anything.

Tang Ji also came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Mom, I'm hungry, I'll go make something to eat."

He then went to cook.

At dinner, Tang Ji and Lin Fang sat at the same table. Lin Fang didn't know what to say, and after managing to eat a few bites, she finally managed to say, "What happened just now, please don't tell anyone."

Lin Fang avoided his gaze.

Tang Ji's eyes lingered on Lin Fang's high breasts. Although they were covered by her clothes, he knew what kind of scenery they held. There lay boundless allure. From there, Tang Ji thought of Lin Fang's lower body, which was even more alluring.

Tang Ji had been with Bai Ju before and knew the pleasures of men and women. He had a thought: how wonderful it would feel to have his thing inside his stepmother's vagina. But no, Lin Fang was her parent; doing that would be incestuous. Even if they weren't blood relatives, it was still incest. It was unforgivable. His stepmother's vagina belonged only to his stepfather; no other man had the right to enter.

Lin Fang instinctively knew what Tang Ji's gaze was looking at. Normally, she would have reprimanded him sternly, but she didn't have the courage. At this moment, her heart was pounding like a young girl experiencing first love.

She was familiar with this child's body. She had taken care of him for three or four years and knew his body inside and out.

It was just that she hadn't seen it in the last two years. She didn't know how big his penis had grown. It probably wasn't small; before he developed, it was already considered large compared to other children his age. Sigh, what was I thinking?

Lin Fang made an excuse and left the room. Tang Ji looked at Lin Fang's fit figure and swaying buttocks, feeling a surge of desire. He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he couldn't help himself. He no longer saw her as just a mother; he also saw her as a beautiful woman he could use for amusement.

Chapter 14: Fierce Sex

That night, Tang Ji fell asleep lost in thought. He was having a sweet dream when he felt someone caressing him.

He woke up groggily to find someone touching his penis. That soft hand was stroking it, making it impossible for him to calm down.

"Who is it?"

Tang Ji asked.

The other person let out a soft "Ah!" From that simple sound, Tang Ji immediately recognized the person. It was none other than his adoptive mother, Lin Fang.

Lin Fang had gone out to relieve herself that night, and on her way back, passing Tang Ji's room, she thought of the benefits men had brought her, and her heart stirred with desire. She could never forget the impression Tang Yunchang's penis had left on her. She often wondered how a woman could live without a penis by her side.

Lin Fang hesitated, finally sneaking into Tang Ji's room. Her plan was to just touch him a few times for a quick thrill and then leave. But to her surprise, she couldn't move. Her son's penis was incredibly sensitive; it hardened after just a few touches.

Its hard, thick shape excited her, and she longed for further contact. The hesitation that had been holding her back slowly faded under the swelling of her lust, leaving only a woman's most reasonable and simple request.

Tang Ji's question startled Lin Fang awake, and she turned to run away. Tang Ji grabbed her casually and easily pulled Lin Fang onto the bed. He no longer cared about the idea of a godmother. His mind was filled with images of his godfather thrusting against Lin Fang, the allure of her body, and the intoxicating quality of her moans and groans.

He pinned Lin Fang down, his hot lips sealing hers, his hands kneading her large breasts vigorously. Lin Fang wrapped her arms around his neck and soon rolled onto him. Tang Ji, unwilling to be outdone, pushed her back down.

Their kiss grew increasingly passionate; Tang Ji's tongue entered Lin Fang's mouth, and she, being perceptive, took it in, sucking hard. A moment later, she pushed his tongue out, and the two tongues intertwined outside their mouths, making a series of smacking sounds—utterly lewd, further fueling their excitement.

Tang Ji reached his hand towards Lin Fang's crotch. That was a place he had always longed for, a place he had dreamed of exploring countless times, seeking to uncover its mysteries. Excitement made his hands tremble.

Lin Fang let out a soft moan, a muffled sound that nonetheless revealed a woman's excitement and pleasure.

Tang Ji was delighted. He released Lin Fang's mouth, allowing her to moan freely. Naturally, Lin Fang dared not moan too loudly, afraid of being overheard.

Tang Ji didn't want to waste precious time. After his fingers had probed her vagina less than a hundred times, he stripped Lin Fang naked, pulled out his own penis, pressed it against her beautiful opening, and with a forceful thrust, inserted halfway in.

Lin Fang cried out, "Your thing is so thick, it's going to tear me apart!"

Tang Ji was overjoyed. He lowered his head, kissing Lin Fang's breasts wildly, and began to thrust his penis into her without any gentleness. The area was moist, her lips moving rhythmically. Lin Fang had been lonely for many days, and the sudden insertion of a large penis felt like a long-awaited rain after a drought. The thought that this penis belonged to her son filled her with both guilt and excitement.

It was a decadent pleasure.

This was happening in the dark; Tang Ji couldn't see Lin Fang's wanton state, but he could imagine it. Although Lin Fang was over thirty, she was still very well-preserved, her body still so tender and fragrant. Because she had never given birth, she was still very tight. Tang Ji thrust with pleasure, his speed increasing, making a sound as he penetrated her. His long-held dream had finally come true; he was so excited he wanted to cry.

Lin Fang felt incredibly comfortable, her limbs wrapped around Tang Ji, her large buttocks bouncing and swaying, fully cooperating with his movements. Her vagina contracted and relaxed in their passion, gripping Tang Ji so tightly he felt like his soul was leaving him.

Tang Ji cried out passionately, "Mommy, your little hole is so good, it grips so well!"

Lin Fang replied, "Little Ji, if you like it, go ahead and do it. I'm yours now."

What more could Tang Ji want? Lin Fang was clearly letting him enjoy himself. Tang Ji mustered all his strength, each thrust powerful and wild, the bed creaking under his movements as if it might collapse at any moment.

Tang Ji, however, was too eager to stop himself, and before he had even reached three hundred thrusts, he ejaculated. Lin Fang, just as she was enjoying herself, was disappointed by this scene.

Tang Ji lay on top of Lin Fang and said, "Mommy, I couldn't hold back anymore, you're so alluring."

Lin Fang stroked Tang Ji's head and said, "It's okay, you'll be done in a bit, you're still young."

As she spoke, Lin Fang pushed Tang Ji down and began to caress him. Being young, it wasn't long before Tang Ji's penis became erect.

Lin Fang cheered, straddled him, raised her buttocks, and "ate" the hot, hard thing to the very end. When the glans pressed against her clitoris, Lin Fang breathed heavily in pleasure; she was practically going crazy. She swayed her large buttocks, grinding her clitoris against the glans, each rub eliciting cries from both of them.

This kind of ecstasy was something Lin Fang could never experience with her husband.

Tang Ji grasped Lin Fang's large breasts with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward, his penis pounding against her, making her feel the power of the man. Her buttocks rose and fell, forcefully stroking his penis, as if trying to break it.

Soon, Tang Ji positioned Lin Fang in a doggy-style position, making her stick out her buttocks, and then penetrated her from behind. Stroking her plump buttocks, Tang Ji received both mental and physical satisfaction. This woman is so good; she's beautiful and skilled. My godfather is truly blessed.

That night, the two made love countless times until they were too exhausted to continue, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms. That kind of affection was unforgettable, even unto death. At that moment, they forgot their familial ties, remembering only that they were a man and a woman, the most normal and natural relationship, that he needed her and she needed him, without any moral constraints.

However, after sobering up, Lin Fang still felt uneasy; this kind of relationship was unacceptable to outsiders. Besides, Tang Ji was still young; she couldn't truly consider him her lover. After that, the two made love a few more times. When Tang Yunchang returned from outside, they ended their affair, but the experience still filled Lin Fang with endless sweetness whenever she thought about it.

Lin Fang was lost in thought on the road, completely unaware of the trap waiting for her ahead. She was also unaware that Tang Ji, whom she cared about, had just been out of danger.

Meanwhile, Tang Ji woke up groggily, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. Before opening his eyes, he smelled a faint fragrance, and when he opened them, he found himself in a luxurious room. A carpet was laid on the floor, calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, and there was a dressing table and a desk. Beside the desk, a young girl in a blue dress was embroidering.

Tang Ji struggled to sit up, but lay back down halfway. Hearing the noise, the girl quickly put down her things and came over, calling out, "Lie down quickly, don't move around. Your injury is quite bad."

Her voice was sweet, with a hint of childishness.

Tang Ji looked her over; she was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with round, dark eyes and a small, rosy mouth. She was smiling, revealing two small dimples.

Tang Ji asked softly, "Where is this? How did I get here?"

The girl stood in front of Tang Ji's bed, and Tang Ji could see her not-so-high breasts, two alluring protrusions that hinted at the height they could reach tomorrow.

The girl glanced at Tang Ji and said, "This is Miss Wen's boudoir. She's been so good to you, giving you her own room. We don't have that kind of luck."

Tang Ji exclaimed, "Miss Wen saved me! I'm so grateful to her. Where is she now?"

The girl replied, "When the headmaster was in trouble, Miss Wen rushed off to help."

Tang Ji blurted out, "What trouble is she in?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized, "How could she tell me what's wrong? I'm just an outsider. Asking like this makes me look like a fool."

Sure enough, the girl replied, "What trouble? How would we insignificant people know? You can ask Miss Wen when she returns."

Tang Ji smiled and asked, "I haven't asked her name yet, Miss."

The girl giggled and said, "My name is Xiao Lü, and I'm Miss Wen's maid."

Tang Ji said, "So you're Sister Xiao Lü. Thank you for taking care of me."

Xiao Lü's eyes sparkled, and she said, "You should thank Miss Wen. Don't thank me. I was just following orders to take care of you; I didn't do anything."

Tang Ji asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Xiao Lü's eyes darted around, and she hummed in agreement, saying, "You've been unconscious for two days and two nights. Miss Wen has come to see you every day; she's gotten so thin."

Tang Ji felt a warmth in his heart, thinking to himself, "In this valley, besides Xiao Lan, Miss Wen is the only one who's been kind to me." He suddenly thought of a question and asked, "Sister Xiao Lü, why do you call her Miss Wen instead of Miss?"

Xiao Lü looked smug and said, "Our Miss Wen has a very high status in the sect. Besides the sect leader, she and the hall master are second only to her. Even the protectors don't rank high. Miss Wen is our sect leader's disciple, and everyone has to respect her. She's the best to us servants. She refuses to call us Miss and only allows us to call her Miss. Others beat and scold the servants, but Miss Wen doesn't easily beat or scold us. She's the best person."

Tang Ji nodded and said, "That's right. Miss Wen is not only a good person, but also very beautiful."

Xiao Lü chuckled and said, "Of course! Our valley is called 'Valley of Immortals,' and the two most beautiful women are Miss Wen and Hall Master Wu."

Tang Ji hadn't met the hall master yet, but he figured she wasn't a lovable person. She was so lewd; no matter how beautiful she was, it was useless. A woman who doesn't respect herself is looked down upon, even if she's a celestial being.

Tang Ji looked at Xiao Lü and said, "Sister Xiao Lü, you're quite beautiful too. You're one of the fairies in this fairy valley."

Xiao Lü smiled brightly, her laughter clear and sweet, and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "I'm just a little maid, what kind of fairy am I? You don't know, there are over a hundred young and beautiful girls here, and the prettiest ones are all with Miss Wen."

Tang Ji laughed, "Then I've entered a land of beauties!"

To make Tang Ji more comfortable, Xiao Lü stepped forward and lifted him up, placing pillows and blankets under his waist so he could sit up halfway. This made Tang Ji feel much better.

Xiao Lü told him, "There are many beautiful girls here. You'll see them naturally once you can get out of bed. I'm just an ordinary one here; no one will pay attention to me."

She sighed slightly, as if disappointed.

Tang Ji decided to cheer her up and said, "What are you saying? Aren't I paying attention to you right now?"

As he spoke, he deliberately widened his eyes and stared intently at Xiao Lü's chest.

Seeing this, Xiao Lü was both shy and delighted, and snorted, "Look at you, you're such a lecherous wolf, drooling all over yourself!"

As she spoke, she raised her fist as if to hit him, but it was just for show.

Although Xiao Lü was an ordinary pretty girl, her shy and delightful expressions were vivid, revealing her youthful beauty, which stirred Tang Ji's heart. He couldn't help but think of his beloved Qiu Yu. Qiu Yu had been captured and taken back, and he knew she wouldn't have a good life. Her father wouldn't kill her, but he would definitely force her to marry someone. Why was her father so cruel, forcing her to marry someone he didn't love? Why didn't he think of his daughter at all? Crouching Tiger Manor was already famous, Dongfang Ba, what more did you want? Did you have to make Crouching Tiger Manor stand alongside Wudang and Shaolin before you were satisfied?

Qiu Yu, my poor Qiu Yu, would we, this pair of star-crossed lovers, ever have a chance to meet again in this life? I'll risk my life to bring you back. If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together. Thinking of these things, tears welled up in Tang Ji's eyes.

Seeing Tang Ji's tearful eyes, Xiao Lü, puzzled, asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

Tang Ji smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, no, I'm just a little homesick."

Xiao Lü nodded, saying, "Yes, you came from Crouching Tiger Manor. You must want to go back, but if you go back, you might not even survive."

Tang Ji was startled and said, "Even you know?"

Xiao Lü smiled sweetly and said, "What's so strange about that? Not just me, everyone in the martial arts world knows that Tang Ji is a notorious lecher."

As she spoke, she gave Tang Ji a questioning look, as if pondering the truth of this lecherous claim.

Tang Ji was stunned. When did I become a notorious lecher?

Xiao Lü patiently explained, "Who in the martial arts world doesn't know about this? During the time you were unconscious, the entire martial arts world was in an uproar. They said you sneaked into the young lady's boudoir at Crouching Tiger Manor, intending to rape her; when that failed, you turned to murder.

Luckily, a maid shouted for help, scaring you away. They said that after escaping Crouching Tiger Manor, you committed several more crimes, raping and murdering several innocent girls, all with names and identities. The martial arts world said that if they encountered Tang Ji, they should kill him without mercy. They

also said that you couldn't survive in the martial arts world, so you came to seek refuge with the Tongtian Sect. When the Tongtian Sect refused to accept you, you knelt outside their door, crying and wailing, very shamelessly." Hearing these words, Tang Ji's mouth dropped open. In his excitement, he jumped up, but this jump aggravated his injuries, causing him to wince in pain, but he endured it without making a sound.

Xiao Lü quickly stepped forward to support him, gently restoring him to his original position, and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be angry. Our Miss Wen doesn't believe these words."

Tang Ji was even more grateful upon hearing this, and said, "It's rare for Miss Wen to trust me so much. I, Tang Ji, haven't lived in vain. I don't know who is so wicked, wanting to put me, Tang Ji, to death." The

sinister and deep face of Dongfang Ba immediately flashed before his eyes. Could it be him? He's the most likely candidate; he must be angry about what happened between me and Qiu Yu. It's really hard on him; he even fabricated such a wonderful story, disregarding even his own daughter's reputation.

Xiao Lü looked at Tang Ji sympathetically and said, "Brother Tang, don't worry. There are many rumors about you, but you don't need to take them to heart."

Tang Ji felt a warmth in his heart and said, "You're right, I won't take it to heart. You say there are many rumors about me? Tell me, what else is more absurd? I'll just treat it as a joke."

He put on a relaxed expression, but in reality, he was in a very bad mood. No one would feel relaxed in this situation.

Xiao Lü's gaze swept over Tang Ji's face and said, "Since you're not angry, I'll tell you."

Tang Ji nodded with a smile, but he was furious inside. If the person spreading the rumors were in front of him, he believed he would pounce on them and bite them a few times.

These rumors were clearly meant to push Tang Ji to his doom.

Xiao Lü pulled up a stool and sat down in front of Tang Ji, saying, "Before the rape incident, there was a rumor in the martial arts world that you possessed the 'Raging Wind Sword Manual' and had mastered unparalleled swordsmanship, boasting that you would kill all the famous masters in the martial arts world and become a gangster boss."

Tang Ji cursed repeatedly, "That's nonsense! There's no such thing!"

But in his heart, he thought, "The sword manual thing is somewhat plausible, but the unparalleled martial arts, killing all the masters, and becoming a gangster boss are just farts. If I find this rumor-monger, I'll chop off his head and kick it around like a football.

" Tang Ji snorted twice and said, "Anything else?"

He looked at Xiao Lü's fair face.

Xiao Lü giggled and said, "Of course there is! Some people also said that you knelt down and begged like a dog, and the Tongtian Sect finally softened and listed you as a supplementary member, giving you a job cleaning the latrines."

At this point, Xiao Lü laughed heartily, extremely happy.

Seeing the beautiful girl laughing so beautifully and happily, Tang Ji's anger subsided considerably.

Xiao Lü suppressed her laughter and said, "Brother Tang, don't be angry. I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at those who spread rumors. How could they make up such a stinking rumor? Our sect rarely has any new members, and we certainly don't have any practice of asking members to use the latrine."

Tang Ji thought for a moment and asked, "Sister Xiao Lü, have you heard about Dongfang Qiuyu's marriage?"

Xiao Lü shook her head and said, "Dongfang Qiuyu? I know her. She's Dongfang Ba's daughter, and I heard she's very beautiful. Do you think she's prettier than me?"

Xiao Lü put on a serious expression, waiting for Tang Ji's evaluation.

Tang Ji nodded and said, "You're both equally beautiful, both girls who are captivating."

But in his heart, he thought, "You're still a step below Qiuyu. She's a young lady, and you're a maid. Her temperament is much better than yours."

No girl dislikes hearing others praise her beauty, and Xiao Lü was already beaming. She even asked, "You're not lying to me, are you? She's known as 'The Phoenix of Songjiang,' how can a little girl like me compare?"

Tang Ji didn't know Qiuyu had this nickname. He thought to himself, "That's true. Qiuyu is indeed like a phoenix. She's flown far away, and I can't catch up with her at all. "

Xiao Lü continued, "There are many rumors, but I haven't heard about Dongfang Qiuyu getting married."

Tang Ji felt relieved. Hmm, it seems I still have a chance.

He turned his head and saw a zither on the desk, recognizing it as Miss Wen's. Tang Ji said to Xiao Lü, "Sister Xiao Lü, would you play a tune for me?"

Xiao Lü looked at the zither and said, "I'm not good at it. I'm too clumsy. No matter how Miss teaches me, I can't play well."

Tang Ji smiled and said, "It's alright, I'm an amateur too. Just play."

Xiao Lü was relieved and said, "Alright then, I'll make a fool of myself. From now on, you can call me Xiao Lü."

As she spoke, she sat behind the desk, her jade-like hands moving, and the melodious sound of the zither rose up, as if telling a happy story. In this sound, Tang Ji seemed to return to the days he spent with Qiu Yu.

Just as he was listening intently, a thunderous roar came from outside: "Tang Ji, if you have the guts, get out here! Don't hide like a coward in a woman's room. Are you even a man? Have you no shame?"

This voice startled Tang Ji from the zither music and his memories.

Chapter 15

Despite the shouts, Xiao Lü ignored them and continued playing her zither. Tang Ji was annoyed by the harsh language, but he endured it. What else could he do? He was currently struggling to walk, let alone fight.

As the music ended, Tang Ji asked, "Who's shouting like that? Did I offend this person?"

Xiao Lü sat up, glanced outside, and said irritably, "Isn't it Zhang Xiangzhu's men shouting? They've been sending people to shout every day for the past two days. They're deliberately trying to prevent you from recovering from your injuries."

Tang Ji asked, "Isn't this the front yard? I heard men can't just come here."

Xiao Lü replied, "Yes, men can't just come here. But Zhang Xiangzhu has Wu Tangzhu backing him up, so he dares to act recklessly." Tang Ji

nodded and said, "Then is your Miss Wen afraid of him? He dares to be so presumptuous, and you can't do anything about it?"

Xiao Lü snorted, "Of course our Miss Wen isn't afraid of him, it's just that Miss Wen doesn't want to cause trouble and doesn't want to fall out with them, so they dare to come here and shout like that."

Tang Ji remembered a question and asked, "How did your Miss Wen know that I was injured by Zhang Xiangzhu?"

Xiao Lü smiled at him and said, "This involves our secrets, and I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

As the two were talking, the shouting outside grew from one person to a group, becoming more and more ferocious, the sound seemingly about to blow the roof off. The screaming stopped abruptly, as if abruptly cut off by a knife. Tang Ji didn't understand what had happened, assuming the screamers had simply run out of steam.

Just as he was wondering, the door opened, and two people walked in. A fragrant breeze wafted in, revealing two young women. Tang Ji recognized them as Miss Wen and a maid.

Miss Wen's expression softened when she saw Tang Ji open his eyes. She stepped forward and said, "You're awake? That's good. I wonder if the screaming outside bothered you?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Let them scream all they want, I'll just pretend I'm deaf. I haven't thanked Miss Wen for saving my life yet."

He struggled to get up.

Miss Wen waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Then she asked Tang Ji, "Are you hungry?"

Tang Ji was indeed a little hungry. Miss Wen said to Xiao Lü, "Go get some food."

Xiao Lü agreed and went out.

Miss Wen then said to the maid beside her, "Go and give the order: if anyone dares to cause trouble here again, cut off their dog's head."

The maid said yes and turned to leave quickly. Tang Ji glanced at her once and immediately recognized her features. She was a beautiful woman with a fair complexion and phoenix eyes.

Tang Ji politely asked, "Miss Wen, why did they curse me?"

Miss Wen slowly replied, "They didn't dare come in to take anyone, so they were angry and started cursing. You don't need to worry about it, I'll handle them."

Tang Ji nodded and asked, "You must have driven them away just now, Miss Wen?"

Miss Wen calmly answered, "Those guys were too awful. I slapped each of them and let them go.

I guess they won't dare to cause trouble again." Tang Ji wanted to find out about the martial arts master, so he asked, "Miss Wen, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Miss Wen sat down in a chair and said gently, "Young Master Tang, please don't be so polite. Ask away."

Tang Ji looked at Miss Wen's pretty face; it was truly as beautiful as a peach blossom, and her eyes were incredibly clear. Tang Ji thought to himself, "This Miss Wen is much prettier than my Qiu Yu. No wonder she's one of the most beautiful women in this Immortal Valley."

Seeing Tang Ji staring at her face, looking somewhat dazed, Miss Wen blushed and asked knowingly, "Young Master Tang, are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Ji smiled, quickly averting his rude gaze, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. What I wanted to ask Miss Wen is, when can I see Master Wu?"

Miss Wen looked at Tang Ji and said, "You want to see her? Why are you in such a hurry to see her?"

Tang Ji was taken aback, thinking to himself, "I don't want to see her at all. The only reason I want to see her is to leave this place as soon as possible. Qiu Yu is waiting for me to rescue her, and Zhu Xiaotang took my sword manual; I can't just abandon her. If I stay here any longer, everything will be over. By then, Qiu Yu will be married. What's the point of me living then?"

Tang Ji calmly replied, "I want to leave here as soon as possible."

Miss Wen's expression changed slightly, and she asked, "You want to leave?"

Before Tang Ji could speak, Miss Wen sighed and said, "Then why bother? It might be even more dangerous for you outside."

Tang Ji resolutely said, "Even if going out means death, I have to go."

Miss Wen asked seriously, "Can you tell me why?"

Tang Ji hesitated for a moment, then told her about his relationship with Qiu Yu. Miss Wen listened, remained silent for a long time, and said, "It will be difficult for you to leave."

Tang Ji became anxious and said, "What? You won't let me go?"

Miss Wen looked at Tang Ji with sympathy and said, "It's not that we won't let you go, it's that the cult leader sent a message by carrier pigeon, instructing us to keep you locked up until he returns. He will be back soon."

Tang Ji's heart pounded, and he asked, "What kind of person is your cult leader? What does he want to do to me?"

Miss Wen shook her head and said, "I'm afraid you're in grave danger. The cult leader is a..."

Miss Wen didn't finish her sentence.

Tang Ji felt heavy-hearted and didn't know what to say. After sitting for a while, Miss Wen said, "You can rest assured about the sect leader's situation; she won't be seeing him anytime soon."

Tang Ji knew he shouldn't ask, but he still did: "What happened to her? Doesn't she want to interrogate me anymore? That's a good thing."

Miss Wen said softly, "This morning she was slapped and seriously injured. You know the man who hit her, it's Xu Fu."

Tang Ji gasped, genuinely surprised. Xu Fu wasn't handsome; why would the hall master have met him? Even if they fought, how could Xu Fu be a match for the hall master? Although he hadn't seen the hall master, he guessed his martial arts must be superb.

Miss Wen seemed to read Tang Ji's mind, saying, "As for Xu Fu's martial arts, he's far inferior to Wu Ping. But the thing is..."

At this point, Miss Wen's face suddenly flushed, and Tang Ji didn't understand why.

After hesitating for a long time, Miss Wen still told Tang Ji about the hall master's injury.

It turned out that the hall master, Wu Ping, had been having a wild time lately. A few days ago, she captured many men, choosing young and handsome ones to serve her, savoring the different pleasures of each one. When the handsome young men were nearly all tested, she began testing those who weren't good-looking. Thus, Tang Ji's case was delayed. She thought, "Tang Ji's in the valley anyway, what's there to worry about him running away?"

It was under these circumstances that Xu Fu finally made his appearance and had the opportunity to meet Master Wu. These past few days, Xu Fu had suffered greatly and was filled with resentment. He was imprisoned with disciples from other sects. Every day, he saw handsome young men being taken away, and few returned. When asked what happened to those who returned, their faces turned terrifying.

After much questioning, they were finally told that those who didn't return had been chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs. Naturally, everyone asked what their crimes were. The answer was that they hadn't served the Master well, and in his anger, he fed them to the dogs.

Everyone was horrified; this woman was inhuman. The good-looking men were filled with fear, wondering when they too would become the dogs' meal.

When asked why those men returned alive, the answer was that they were good in bed, and the Master was pleased and spared their lives.

Xu Fu knew he was ugly and wouldn't suffer such a fate. Unexpectedly, the leader's tastes had changed, and he was now choosing ugly men, Xu Fu being one of the first to be selected. Xu Fu felt uneasy; this leader was ruthless, and he knew he was more likely to die than survive. His skills in bed had always been mediocre.

He was led to the building by a maid, knowing his death was imminent. Before going upstairs, he saw two maids dragging a man downstairs. The man looked terrified, wailing, "Leader, spare me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be eaten by dogs! Give me a chance!"

Xu Fu recognized the man; he had been captured with him. Seeing the man being dragged out the door, his heart sank. He thought, "I, Xu, have roamed the martial world for years, and I never imagined I'd die here, to be eaten by dogs. Truly, evil has its retribution." He thought of all the evil deeds he had secretly committed under Dongfang Ba's influence over the years. He knew

he had been involved in every one of Dongfang Ba's atrocities. These evil deeds were all carried out in secret, so outsiders all thought Dongfang Ba was a great hero of great benevolence and righteousness, a model of humanity. Who would have thought that such a person would commit murder, arson, and bully men and women? However, there was one thing: Dongfang Ba usually didn't act personally; Xu Fu did it for him, while he sat in the manor and reaped

the benefits. At this critical moment of life and death, Xu Fu thought of Tang Ji, his heart filled with anger, and he almost cursed aloud. Damn it, that brat, it's all your fault that I'm dying a horrible death. If it weren't for capturing you, would I have left Crouching Tiger Manor? If I hadn't left the manor, would I have fallen into the hands of the Tongtian Sect? Damn it, if I get out of here alive, I'll kill you. Damn it, we were both captured, but he's treated like a VIP, while I have to go to jail, like an animal. Why is that? We're all human.

At this point, there's no use saying anything else; he has to go upstairs. Following the maid upstairs, Xu Fu's heart grew colder with each step; he felt like he was walking towards hell. He wasn't particularly interested in women, so he hadn't studied those kinds of skills much. How could he possibly pass? Luckily, his martial arts skills were still intact; he could still fight to the death. A desperate fight was better than surrendering. He never imagined that in this critical moment, he would suddenly possess such manly courage.

He went upstairs and entered a small hall. Inside, there were flowers and swords, revealing the owner's tastes. What surprised Xu Fu most were the erotic paintings on all four walls, more than a dozen in total, each depicting different sexual positions.

The figures were painted extremely vividly, almost leaping off the page. The madness of men and the wantonness of women were all fully displayed. He only thought they were wonderfully painted and beautiful; he didn't know that these paintings were treasures, all by the contemporary master Tang Yin. Master Wu had gone to great lengths to obtain these paintings. It could be said that every painting was stained with blood.

Just as Xu Fu was at a loss, a voice rang out: "Are you Xu Fu?"

Xu Fu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a door on the left side of the small hall, with a pearl curtain hanging on it, obscuring the view inside. He took a deep breath and answered loudly, "That's right, I am Xu Fu."

The voice inside was sweet and coquettish, "So you're the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor? A mad dog under Dongfang Ba."

Xu Fu was furious. When had he ever been insulted like this? He suppressed his anger and replied, "I am the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor, but I'm not a mad dog."

This answer immediately caused a burst of laughter. Only then did Xu Fu realize that there was more than one person inside. And their voices were all women.

"Since you are the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor, that's good. There's something I've been wanting to ask Dongfang Ba," the coquettish voice said

, its tone becoming stern. Xu Fu calmed himself and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

But his heart was still pounding, because an old grudge was keeping him uneasy.

"A year ago, several female disciples of my sect went missing, their fate unknown. They disappeared not far from Crouching Tiger Manor. Rumors circulated in the martial arts world that you captured them. I've come to ask you, is that true?"

Xu Fu replied, "Absolutely not. If it were, may I, Xu, die a horrible death."

He tried to keep his voice calm, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

He, Xu Fu, had led the operation, capturing the women and handing them over to the manor lord. The manor lord, in a foul mood because of Bai Ju's affair, ordered the women to be gang-raped to death and then secretly buried. The operation was carried out discreetly, and he assumed no one else would know. No one could produce evidence; he would simply deny everything.

Even so, he couldn't shake the unease; he, Xu Fu, was among the men who had gang-raped them.

The voice continued, "Alright, I won't mention that for now. Do you know why I've brought you here?"

Xu Fu said, "I've been imprisoned for many days, and I still don't know what I did to offend your sect."

The voice laughed, "Who told you to try and take Tang Ji from us? Whoever takes him is going against us. Alright, come in. If you can please me, I'll release you immediately." As soon as

the voice finished speaking, the curtain parted, and two maids came out.

Xu Fu's heart skipped a beat when he saw them. These two maids were dressed far too revealingly! They were both about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing red bodices that exposed a large area of their chests and arms. Below, they wore semi-transparent gauze trousers, revealing a tuft of dark hair between their legs. Although Xu Fu wasn't particularly lustful, he couldn't help but stare at that area a few more times.

The two maids, one fat and one thin, stood by the door. One said, "Steward Xu, please come in."

Xu Fu knew that the moment that would decide his fate had arrived. He took a deep breath and forced himself to enter. He strode forward like a tough guy.

It was a luxurious room, the most striking feature being a large bed. Lying on the bed was a beautiful woman in her prime, smiling at Xu Fu. Xu Fu felt a warm glow spread through his body, as if he were being roasted in a stove. He couldn't believe this was the ruthless Master Wu.

It was too unbelievable. Her jet-black hair was adorned with jewels, and her earrings glittered. Her eyebrows were arched and thin, with a mole between her left eyebrows. Her smile was radiant and kind; how could she be a murderer?

Looking at the beautiful woman, Xu Fu couldn't help but widen his eyes. She wore only a thin veil, revealing a breathtaking view: snow-white skin, high breasts, and dark, inky black hair. Xu Fu's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Since you want to see, then look closely."

As she spoke, without any visible movement, the veil fluttered up and slowly drifted to one side. What kind of skill was this? Xu Fu was a little bewildered.

The woman gently sat up, her beautiful body illuminating Xu Fu's eyes like snow. Her breasts were like mountain peaks, her legs like jade pillars, and her cheeks were slightly flushed. Xu Fu couldn't help but lean towards her.

The woman uttered a dreamlike voice: "Come, come, I'll make you a god."

Xu Fu embraced the woman and kissed her. The woman smiled sweetly, pushed him away, and said reproachfully, "Take off your clothes, let me see your assets."

Xu Fu felt as if he were under a spell, feeling that her gaze was mesmerizing, possessing an irresistible power.

Like other men, Xu Fu eagerly stripped off all his restraints, revealing his muscular, dark body. The beautiful woman's gaze swept over him; she was disappointed by his appearance, but looking at his groin, her manhood was of medium size, already erect and swaying back and forth.

The woman chuckled and said, "Your thing is alright, but I don't know if it'll do."

As she spoke, she reached out and grasped it, testing its hardness and heat. The glans had turned dark red, like a small persimmon, with a few pubic hairs still clinging to it, and a drop of pre-ejaculate had seeped from its tip. It turned out that Xu Fu had already become somewhat aroused by the woman's body.

Xu Fu boldly reached out to touch the woman's breasts; ah, they were so big, soft, and elastic. The two nipples were dark red, very alluring. Xu Fu enjoyed touching them; he had never touched such beautiful breasts before.

The woman just chuckled, seemingly responding by playing with Xu Fu's penis, making his breathing become heavy.

As Xu Fu touched her, his hand moved downwards. The beautiful woman pressed her legs together, smiling seductively, "This darling of mine isn't meant to be touched with your hands. If you like it, kiss it with your mouth."

Xu Fu stared at the tuft of curly black hair beneath her smooth belly, trembling, "I want to kiss it, I want to kiss it, no one can stop me."

This foolish voice pleased the beautiful woman greatly.

The beautiful woman took a pillow, placed it under her buttocks, propped herself up with her hands behind her back, spread her legs wide, and beckoned to Xu Fu, "My good man, come and kiss it. It wants your kiss."

Her seductive eyes swept across Xu Fu's face, and Xu Fu felt as if his soul had left his body.

He quickly knelt between the beautiful woman's legs, and saw that at the end of her legs, beneath the pubic hair, two thick labia were already wide open, with a little bit of mucus on them. Upon closer inspection, the labia weren't still; they were contracting and expanding with the beautiful woman's breath, as if they too were aroused. What's even more special is the faint fragrance emanating from it, making one even more eager to taste it.

Xu Fu could only swallow hard, saying, "So beautiful, so beautiful."

The beauty swayed her slender waist, causing her breasts to rise and fall slightly; even a gentleman would find it irresistible, let alone Xu Fu, who was hardly a gentleman.

The beauty panted, "What are you waiting for? Are you even a man?"

Xu Fu hurriedly lowered his head, grabbed her thighs with both hands, and stretched out his tongue, licking her passionately.

The flesh there was so tender, with a floral fragrance; Xu Fu kissed it so loudly. The fleshy opening was stimulated, and a trickle of fluid flowed into Xu Fu's mouth.

The beauty moaned loudly in pleasure, her lower body thrusting back and forth. Xu Fu kissed her vulva, listening to her melodious moans; for a moment, he forgot he was in the midst of hell. His only thought now was to have his way with this slut. April
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The woman, in extreme pleasure, pushed Xu Fu away, lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and looked at him with alluring eyes like hooks. Without thinking, Xu Fu pounced on her, his dark, throbbing penis erect.

With a soft "whoosh," half of it went in. The woman twisted her hips, thrusting forward, and his penis was fully inside, though not long enough to reach her clitoris. Even so, Xu Fu cried out in pleasure, "So good, so fucking good, better than any bitch I've ever been with!"

As he cried, Xu Fu grabbed the woman's breasts, his penis pounding vigorously, making her vaginal opening sizzle. The woman's juices were already overflowing. The

woman seemed not to hear the word "bitch," but instead hooked her arms around Xu Fu's neck, swaying her hips seductively, moaning and groaning—truly superior to any bitch Xu Fu had ever seen. Xu Fu was burning with lust, oblivious to everything else, only wanting to fuck, fuck, fuck. He used all his strength, wanting to fuck this bitch to death.

Xu Fu was satisfied with his performance. He was on top of the beauty, sometimes thrusting lightly, sometimes deeply, his mouth licking her breasts noisily, her nipples glistening with saliva. Her nipples uncontrollably hardened. His penis went in and out of her, each withdrawal carrying a trace of the fishy-smelling lustful fluid, the smell further arousing both of them.

After a while, the beauty pushed Xu Fu down and mounted him. Her buttocks rose and fell, her mouth moaning, "So good, so good, the taste of a man is so good."

Her head shook wildly, her hair scattered, sometimes high, sometimes low. Her expression was excited and seductive, her small mouth opening and closing, expressing her pleasure.

Xu Fu enjoyed the pleasure of the woman's fleshy opening, watching her breasts tremble up and down, finding it incredibly arousing.

He reached out and began to fondle them, sometimes flattening them, sometimes stretching them, sometimes pinching her nipples, thoroughly enjoying himself. After a while, he changed tactics, climbing on top of her, lifting her thighs, and thrusting his lower body hard, yelling, "Fuck, fuck, fuck you, you slut!"

Each thrust was a loud slap, as if he wanted to smash her to pieces.

The woman also cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me, if you don't fuck me to death, I'll fuck you to death!"

Her voice was both sweet and seductive.

The woman's seductive voice made Xu Fu lose all sense of direction, mechanically thrusting his hips, making his penis move in and out of her opening at top speed. He had used all his strength. He thought to himself, "I thought this slut had some great skill, but it turns out she's nothing special."

Just as he was feeling smug, the woman's opening suddenly began to move. Xu Fu felt as if his penis was being gripped by a small hand, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, each movement trying to squeeze out his semen. Xu Fu quickly held his breath, realizing something was wrong, and slowed his movements, lowering his legs before inserting himself in a normal position. He didn't want to go so fast, but the beautiful woman's gaze made him feel a little giddy.

Xu Fu continued slowly, desperately suppressing the urge to ejaculate. He thought, "I can't ejaculate, I can't ejaculate, if I do, it'll be all over. How did those handsome young men die? Wasn't it because they didn't give this woman enough pleasure? I can't be like them."

Despite his thoughts, the vagina was indeed gripping tightly. What kind of skill was this? Was it some kind of evil "blood-sucking technique"? He had heard of a kind of evil martial art called the "blood-sucking technique" before. It didn't actually suck men's blood, but rather their semen. A woman's internal energy increases through sexual intercourse with a man, absorbing his semen much faster than regular training. However, this skill is considered evil and despised by righteous people. "I've heard it's been lost for a long time. Could this be it?"

Sweat beaded on Xu Fu's forehead. He carefully inserted his penis into her vagina, resisting its contractions. The beautiful woman became aroused, her face flushed, her eyes alluring enough to kill. Her body thrashed about like a wild horse, as if trying to throw Xu Fu away.

Xu Fu knew this was a critical moment, so he stopped being distracted and tried to control himself by regulating his breathing and the speed of his movements. This, of course, was largely ineffective, and the beautiful woman noticed, constantly throwing him seductive glances to distract him. Xu Fu faced several close calls and nearly ejaculated. He felt increasingly powerless, his mind fading. In his last moments of lucidity, he gritted his teeth, thinking, "Fine, fine, I'll take you down with me."

As he continued, his hands began to caress her breasts, and after a few strokes, his right palm suddenly rose and struck the woman's head with incredible speed. This was Xu Fu's desperate gamble, a desperate attempt, and its effect was naturally different.

The woman should have died, but at the crucial moment, she slightly moved her neck, and the palm struck her shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain. Had she not concentrated her inner strength there, her arm would likely have been ruined. Enraged, she channeled her inner energy, unleashing a powerful force like a typhoon, sweeping Xu Fu off her. Xu Fu was quite agile, performing two backflips in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground. He quickly put on his outer clothes and shoes.

The beautiful woman, enduring the pain, sat on the ground and sneered, "Impressive skills. You're the most manly man I've seen these past few days."

She then shouted, "Guards!" Two maids

rushed in at her command.

"Xiao Feng, Xiao Yu, finish this man off,"

the woman said, eyeing Xu Fu. The two maids, already aware of the woman's injury, stepped forward and asked, "Master, are you hurt?"

The woman scoffed, "I won't die. Hurry up and get to work."

The woman replied in unison, "Yes."

The two maids approached Xu Fu with smiles. Normally, such smiles were pleasant, but now they were particularly irritating to Xu Fu; he knew they were venomous snakes.

The woman, clutching her injured shoulder, had a vicious look on her face, a far cry from her previous alluring demeanor. Only then did Xu Fu believe she truly was a man-eating demon.

Xu Fu assumed a fighting stance, palms raised, feet lightly shifting, his gaze sweeping over the two women. The two women approached Xu Fu from either side. The thin maid, Xiao Feng, sneered, "Dare to ambush our leader? You'll die a horrible death!"

The plump maid, Xiao Yu, laughed, "You'll be worse off than those dogs."

Her voice was as cold as the wind, sending shivers down Xu Fu's spine.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng gracefully struck out with a palm towards Xu Fu's face, not with great speed. Xu Fu, not to be outdone, met her attack with his own. With a snap, their palms collided, and one of them flew through the air, crashing into the wall before landing on the ground. It was Xu Fu himself! The impact left him stunned, almost fainting. He never dreamed that even one of their maids was so powerful; he had wasted all his years in the martial world.

Before he could even stand, the other maid rushed forward and grabbed him like an eagle snatching a chick. The grab landed squarely on Xu Fu's collarbone; any movement would cripple his martial arts.

Xiao Yu, carrying Xu Fu, and Xiao Feng bowed to the hall master. The beautiful woman sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her shoulders, and sneered at Xu Fu, "Hero, truly a hero. I thought all the men of Crouching Tiger Manor were useless, but I didn't expect there to be a tough one. Fine, since you're a hero, I'll give you a quick death."

As she spoke, the beautiful woman gently ordered, "Throw this man into the oil fryer and fry him. My dog likes fried cakes."

With a wave of her hand, the two women agreed and dragged the disheartened Xu Fu out. Xu Fu's vision went black; he fainted from fright.

As soon as Xu Fu was gone, the beautiful woman hurriedly found medicine to treat her injuries. The beating was quite severe; it was the beautiful woman's carelessness. She hadn't expected Xu Fu to be able to injure someone under those circumstances. If she hadn't been quick-witted, she might have lost her life. This Xu Fu is really something, a tough guy. It's quite remarkable that he didn't lose his way under her "bewitching eyes."

After much deliberation, the beautiful woman suddenly had a change of heart and changed her mind. She decided not to deep-fry Xu Fu, but instead to take him to the back mountain, shackle him, and make him a slave. There were hundreds of slaves there, toiling under whips every day, living a life worse than death.

These details were all relayed to Miss Wen by her spies, and Miss Wen knew everything. Upon learning that the leader was injured, Miss Wen rushed to see him. Although she had always looked down on the leader's cruelty and lewdness, they were both important figures in the sect, and besides, she had to go for her master's sake. Thinking of her master, she felt both warmth and fear. What would she do when he returned in a few days? How could a beautiful young woman like herself marry an old man old enough to be her grandfather?

Miss Wen went to see the leader, Wu Ping, who pretended to be seriously injured, appearing bedridden, but in reality, he wasn't that badly hurt. He just couldn't have casual sex with men for a few days.

Wu Ping wanted to entrust all sect affairs to Miss Wen, but she politely declined, not wanting to get herself into trouble. The martial arts master, only wanting to test her sincerity, smiled upon seeing this, thinking to himself, "This little girl is quite cunning; I'll have to be even more careful around her in the future. If it weren't for my father protecting her, I would have killed her long ago. In this Valley of Immortals, I can't tolerate another woman as beautiful as me. I'll let you go for now, but I'll find a chance to deal with you later.

" When Miss Wen told Tang Ji everything, Tang Ji sighed repeatedly, saying, "Xu Fu is usually so hateful, but I didn't expect him to be so tough now. It seems even villains have their merits."

Hearing this, his dislike for him lessened a little.

Miss Wen looked at Tang Ji, seemingly wanting to say something. Tang Ji sensed this and waited for her to speak. But Miss Wen opened her mouth a few times, ultimately remaining silent. At this moment, Xiao Lü brought in food, and Miss Wen said, "You eat first; I'll go out now. I'll come see you again later."

She glanced at Tang Ji, a complex look—whether it was joy, sorrow, confusion, or doubt, he couldn't tell. Seeing that she didn't say anything, Tang Ji didn't ask any further.

For the next few days, Tang Ji recuperated indoors. Miss Wen visited him frequently, often bringing him medicine and even channeling her internal energy into his body. She was also incredibly caring and attentive, which filled Tang Ji with gratitude. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that Miss Wen has taken a liking to me?" Thinking of her full breasts, beautiful face, alluring red lips, and quiet demeanor, Tang Ji was truly captivated. He seemed to forget all about his situation and responsibilities.

Several days later, Tang Ji's injuries were almost healed. The trouble he had feared hadn't occurred; the sect leader hadn't questioned him, nor had the sect leader returned to cause trouble. Tang Ji was now confused. What was going on? If nothing was wrong, he thought it best to leave.

That morning, he got up early, intending to talk to Miss Wen about leaving the valley. He had heard from the maid that Miss Wen practiced swordsmanship every morning. The practice area was in another courtyard not far away. Tang Ji walked over and saw two maids standing outside the door, Xiao Lü and the girl with the oval face, whose name was Xiao Cheng.

Tang Ji stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Ladies, I wish to see Miss Wen. When will she be available?"

Xiao Lü smiled at him and said, "Young Master Tang, you are feeling much better today. It's easy for you to see Miss Wen; just come into the courtyard."

Tang Ji said worriedly, "That's not a good idea. I don't want to disturb her. I'll wait here for her to come out."

Xiao Cheng smiled at Tang Ji and said, "Young Master Tang, please go ahead. Miss Wen has said you can come and go as you please in this area."

Then she pointed to Xiao Lü, "Even if you go into Xiao Lü's bedroom in the middle of the night, it won't be a problem."

At this point, Xiao Cheng giggled incessantly. Xiao

Lü glared at her and said to Tang Ji, "Don't listen to her nonsense. What Miss Wen said first, don't believe what she said later; she made it up. Please come in, Young Master Tang."

Saying this, she reached out and slapped Xiao Cheng, and the two of them started playfully teasing each other.

Since they had said so, Tang Ji didn't stand on ceremony. Stepping through the gate, he entered a small garden. Entering through the gate on the right, he saw Miss Wen practicing her swordplay. Dressed in a white, close-fitting outfit, her slender waist swayed gracefully. Under the flashing light of the sword, her beautiful figure moved like a butterfly, possessing both gentle beauty and a touch of imposing heroism. Tang Ji couldn't help but want to applaud. However, after watching for a while, he didn't utter a sound. He noticed something.

The moves Miss Wen used looked so familiar. Ah, it was the "Whirlwind Sword Technique"! I thought that sword technique was brilliant, but now it seems Miss Wen's execution is even more exquisite. However, there's something strange. The sword technique clearly has twenty-four moves, each connected to the next, yet Miss Wen used them with each move skipping a step. The moves were only naturally linked. How could this be?

The sword technique Tang Ji had seen in the book had twenty-four moves, each closely connected to the next. But Miss Wen used

even-numbered moves like "two, four, six, eight..." Why didn't she use the other moves? Using so few moves would greatly reduce its power. Did she know I was here and was afraid I would peek? Tang Ji really couldn't understand. He really wanted to ask Miss Wen for an explanation. But then he thought, that wouldn't work either. Wouldn't that be admitting that he had the "Whirlwind Sword Manual"? Human hearts are unpredictable; he should proceed with caution. After

Miss Wen finished using the twenty-fourth move, she sheathed her sword, stood up, and nodded to Tang Ji. Tang Ji stepped forward and said, "Miss Wen, your swordsmanship is truly beautiful; I'm completely mesmerized."

Miss Wen smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Tang, you flatter me. I'm afraid my swordsmanship is far from worthy of your attention. Please, Young Master Tang, offer your guidance."

Tang Ji chuckled and said, "To be honest, Miss, I learned my swordsmanship from my adoptive father. He's just an ordinary boxer who works as a guard at Crouching Tiger Manor. I have no renowned teacher, and my talent is lacking; how could I dare claim to be skilled in martial arts?"

Miss Wen already knew this, but she still said, "Young Master Tang is too modest. I was just about to spar with someone. If you don't mind my inferior martial arts skills, then would you please spar with me?"

Under her bright gaze, Tang Ji didn't want to back down, so he said, "Then please, Miss, show mercy."

Miss Wen smiled at him and pointed to the weapon rack beside her. Tang Ji understood and went to fetch a sword. Facing the young lady, with his left arm bent and his right hand holding the sword upright, he slightly squatted and said, "Greetings, Miss Wen."

Miss Wen said, "Be careful," and with a swift movement, the tip of her sword trembled, aiming for Tang Ji's ear. This move was just a common one from the "Emperor Taizu Sword." This Emperor Taizu Sword was created by the Hongwu Emperor and was widely popular; almost every martial artist knew it. Because everyone knew it, the sword seemed unremarkable. Tang Ji also knew it, so he naturally used his adoptive father's sword technique to counter it. Strangely enough, a set of ordinary sword techniques, which had little effect in other people's hands, became much more powerful under Miss Wen's sword.

Tang Ji knew exactly what move she would use, but he was still forced to fight haphazardly. He dodged, ducked, or bent over, managing to avoid the sharp blade in time. However, Miss Wen's attacks were not fast, giving him ample opportunity to dodge. If Miss Wen had sped up, he didn't know if Tang Ji would have been able to dodge.

As they fought, Miss Wen suddenly stopped. Tang Ji didn't understand what she meant and wiped the sweat from his brow. Miss Wen stood upright, sword raised, her posture graceful. She praised, "Your martial arts foundation is quite good, but you lack guidance from a master. As long as you work hard and receive instruction, you will surely shine brightly in time."

Tang Ji was delighted to hear this, especially since it came from a beautiful woman. Just as he was about to say something modest, Miss Wen added, "Try taking a few more moves from me."

As she spoke, she thrust her sword towards his heart, then, midway, the tip flicked upwards, aiming for his throat. This move was the "Instant Change" technique from the "Raging Wind Swordplay." The throat wasn't the final target; the eyes were. The swordplay was incredibly fast, unpredictable, and difficult to defend against.

Tang Ji knew this and immediately used the "Shadow Follows" move, spinning his body to avoid the attack. This "Shadow Follows" move was also from the Taizu Swordplay. It was seemingly ordinary, yet it could counter this move. Of course, Tang Ji wasn't so clever as to immediately think of a counter; the solution was found in the book after each move. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." This whirlwind sword technique was naturally ineffective against him. Little did he know that Miss Wen hadn't used internal force when wielding her sword. Otherwise, even if she couldn't pierce Tang Ji, she would have knocked his sword away.

Before he could regain his footing, Miss Wen attacked again, aiming a slant at Tang Ji's left ribs. Midway through the attack, the sword flicked upwards—a move called "All Rivers Flow to the Sea

." The sword strike was incredibly fast, accompanied by a cool breeze. Judging from Miss Wen's fierce appearance, she truly intended to disembowel Tang Ji. Facing this life-or-death situation, Tang Ji had no time to think. He immediately countered with "Heaven and Earth Darken," suppressing Miss Wen's sword strike and diverting

his own, stabbing her right ribs. This move was the twelfth move of the whirlwind sword technique, the very method to counter it. Miss Wen snorted, retreating like a bird taking flight, spinning several times in the air before landing a good ten feet away. Miss Wen remained silent, only staring at Tang Ji with curiosity in her eyes.

Tang Ji wasn't stupid; he immediately realized he'd been exposed. "Miss Wen knows the 'Whirlwind Sword Technique,' she's seen through my disguise." What could he do? She wanted to kill him; survival was his priority.

The two stared at each other, speechless. Just then, the maid Xiao Lü called out, "Master Zhang has arrived!"

Startled, the two sheathed their swords and looked towards the door.

(Chapter 17: The Duel)

Before they even saw him, his laughter arrived. With a series of triumphant laughs, Zhang Quansheng swaggered in. He said from afar, "Young Master Tang is truly blessed with beauties; I am truly envious."

Tang Ji, seeing him, felt a surge of discomfort and said, "Who doesn't know that Master Zhang is also a womanizer, a man of unparalleled charm? It should be I who am envious."

Zhang Quansheng strode closer and said loudly, "My hundred girls can't compare to Miss Wen alone."

He then gave Miss Wen a deep look. That look was full of affection. Unfortunately, Miss Wen's face was cold, showing no welcome to him.

With a stern expression, she glanced at Zhang Quansheng and said, "Master Zhang, what brings you here? If there's nothing else, I must excuse myself." Zhang

Quansheng chuckled dryly and said, "Miss Wen, please wait. I only have a few words to say, and I'll leave immediately afterward. It won't interfere with your business."

Miss Wen didn't say anything, just gave a light snort and took a step closer to Tang Ji. Tang Ji felt pleased; this meant Miss Wen was close to him and at odds with Zhang Quansheng. He glanced at Zhang Quansheng, whose face was indeed very unpleasant.

Zhang Quansheng, his face grim, grinned at Tang Ji and said, "That day when we sparred, I was quite impressed with your swordsmanship, Young Master Tang. Even after returning home, I still often recall that moment, feeling that fighting you was truly one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. Therefore, I've come again this time to challenge you to another duel. Do you dare agree?"

Tang Ji looked at Zhang Quansheng without speaking, pondering his reply. He naturally didn't want to fight again; he knew the other's skill far surpassed his own. Although he had luckily gained the upper hand last time, fortune couldn't always be on his side. Since the other had challenged him again, he must be confident.

Seeing Tang Ji's silence, Zhang Quansheng continued, "I informed the Hall Master beforehand about my challenge to Young Master Tang. She agreed to let me learn from you, and said that if you defeat me, you can freely enter and leave the Valley of Immortals, and she will not go back on her word."

Tang Ji still remained silent, instead looking towards Miss Wen. Miss Wen looked at him with concern, her gaze warm. She was thinking about how to help Tang Ji get out of this mess; she didn't want this big battle to go smoothly, otherwise Tang Ji's life would be in danger. Why was Zhang Quansheng so determined to make things difficult for Tang Ji? Was it just because he had suffered a loss last time?

Zhang Quansheng thought Tang Ji was scared, so he laughed and said, "There's something I need to tell Young Master Tang. I wonder if Young Master Tang would be interested in hearing it."

Tang Ji said irritably, "Go ahead and say it."

Zhang Quansheng raised his chin, cleared his throat, and said, "It's like this, I've always had feelings for Young Master Lan and wanted to marry her. But she said before that she didn't want to get married, and now she says she has someone she loves, and that person is Young Master Tang."

As he said this, he stared at Tang Ji, his gaze like a knife.

He continued, "While I, Zhang, dare not claim to be a dragon among men, I believe I am not much inferior to Young Master Tang. We are both martial artists, so why don't we have a duel and see who is truly superior? If you win, Xiao Lan is yours. If you lose, hehe, then I, Zhang, will not be polite. If Young Master Tang dares not accept the challenge, that's easy too. I will invite Xiao Lan here, and you will kneel before me on the spot, and that will be the end of it."

At this point, his face was filled with arrogance.

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. Tang Ji, without further thought, shouted, "What do I have to compete with? Last time I could stab you with my sword, and next time I might not be unable to do it either!"

He glared at Zhang Quansheng with wide, fierce eyes.

Zhang Quansheng clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Well done! That's more like a man! For that one sentence, I will personally give you a proper burial afterward!"

From this, it was clear that if Tang Ji accepted the challenge, he would surely die.

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master Zhang. I'm afraid I'll have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of burying my opponent. No problem, it's hard work, I'll go if I don't go to hell."

He laughed heartily, and Zhang Quansheng laughed too.

His laughter was full of sarcasm; he thought to himself, this kid is really overestimating himself. He imagined killing Tang Ji, or crippling him, making him witness himself embracing Xiao Lan. Zhang Quansheng almost wanted to shout so everyone in Qunxian Valley could hear.

The laughter subsided, and Zhang Quansheng said seriously, "We'll meet at the Ghost-Slaying Platform the day after tomorrow morning. If you're afraid, you don't have to come."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands to Miss Wen, snorted at Tang Ji, and turned to walk away swaggeringly. He kept sneering, which could be heard from a distance.

As soon as Zhang Quansheng left, Miss Wen scolded, "Young Master Tang, why did you agree to his request? Didn't you realize he wanted your life?"

Tang Ji replied in a deep voice, "I know, I know."

Miss Wen snorted, "Since you knew, why did you still go to your death?"

Tang Ji shook his head and said, "I had no choice but to agree. If I didn't, it would be because I was afraid of him. How could I face people afterward? A grown man should rather die in battle than be scared to death. Otherwise, what's the point of living?"

Miss Wen sighed helplessly and said, "Fine, even if you agreed, you didn't do anything wrong. Let me ask you, are you confident you can defeat him?"

Tang Ji shook his head. Of course, he knew his own strength. Compared to Zhang Quansheng, it was like an egg hitting a rock. Last time he was able to win because of the Gale Sword Technique; otherwise, he, Tang Ji, would have been dead.

Miss Wen bit her lip and said, "It's too late to say anything now. You should come back to the house with me first."

Saying this, she glanced at Tang Ji and walked outside. Tang Ji followed without saying a word.

Upon reaching the door, two maids approached Tang Ji, inquiring about the duel; it turned out they already knew about it. They both asked Tang Ji if he had accepted. When Tang Ji told the truth, the two women stared at him wide-eyed, their faces showing regret. Needless to say, in their eyes, Tang Ji was finished.

After entering the room, Tang Ji sat opposite Miss Wen, and the two maids were sent out. The room was quiet; neither of them spoke for a long time.

Miss Wen's beautiful eyes kept glancing at Tang Ji's face, her lips twitching slightly before she finally spoke: "Young Master Tang, I've come to ask you, how do you know the Gale Sword Technique?"

Tang Ji thought to himself, "Anyway, I'm about to die, so I don't want to hide it from you. " He pondered for a moment, then said, "You're so clever, you should understand the truth."

Miss Wen's eyes suddenly lit up, and she wanted to shout it out, but glancing at the closed door, she lowered her voice and said, "Could it be that the sword manual is really in your possession?"

Tang Ji didn't answer but asked instead, "Miss Wen, I want to know why you can use the Gale Sword Technique?"

Miss Wen smiled faintly and said, "That's too simple. Many people in the martial arts world know that my Gale Sword Technique was taught to me by my master."

Tang Ji exclaimed, "Then is your master Lu Kuangfeng?"

Miss Wen shook her head and said, "Wrong, wrong. My master is the Tongtian Sect Leader, his great name is Wu Tongtian. The Lu Kuangfeng you mentioned is my grandmaster."

Tang Ji exclaimed repeatedly, "That explains it, you were originally from the same sect."

Miss Wen reminded him, "You... " "You haven't answered my question yet."

Tang Ji seemed not to hear him and asked on his own, "There's one question I still can't help asking you: why did your master only teach you half of the sword technique?"

Miss Wen was confused and said, "What do you mean only half? That's how my master taught me. There are twelve moves in total. Don't underestimate these twelve moves; my master had few rivals in the martial world with these twelve moves. However, my master said that when my grandmaster was traveling the martial world, there was no one to rival him for twenty years."

Tang Ji asked, "So your master is not as good as your grandmaster? I wonder why."

Miss Wen said, "I asked my master this question too, but he just sighed repeatedly and didn't explain the reason. His face was very serious, so I haven't dared to ask again."

Tang Ji understood the reason. Did he even need to ask? Your master didn't learn the complete Gale Sword Technique; he only learned twelve moves, so you also learned twelve moves. Of course, these twelve moves are not as powerful as the twenty-four moves.

Miss Wen said softly, "Young Master Tang, I've answered all your questions, but you haven't asked mine."

Tang Ji met her bright gaze, a thought flashing through his mind. He said, "I can tell you the truth, but you can't tell anyone else. I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid of bringing you disaster."

Miss Wen retorted defiantly, "If you're not afraid, why would I be?"

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows, her face gaining a touch of heroic spirit.

Tang Ji nodded and said, "I'll only tell you this. Actually, the Gale Sword Technique you learned is incomplete. The Gale Sword Technique should have twenty-four moves. I found it very strange when I saw you practicing your sword just now."

Miss Wen exclaimed, "My sword technique is incomplete? How could that be? I've been learning swordsmanship since I was a child, and that's how my master taught me. Could it be that my master did this intentionally? No, no, he's always treated me very well."

Tang Ji guessed, "Could it be that when your grandmaster passed it on to your master, he intentionally only taught him half? How could a master do that to his disciple?"

Miss Wen blinked her beautiful eyes and sighed, "I think I know the reason now."

Tang Ji pressed, "What happened? Can you tell me?"

Miss Wen looked uneasy and said, "It might be related to my master's character. My grandmaster had reservations about my master's character, so he taught him this way.

" Tang Ji naturally asked, "What kind of person is your master?"

Miss Wen said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Young Master Tang, as a disciple, I can't casually discuss my master. Please forgive me." Tang Ji waved his hand and said, "

This is a question I shouldn't have asked, how can I blame you?"

Miss Wen said, "So the sword manual really is in your hands?"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Tang Ji pursed his lips and said, "To be honest, there were two copies of this sword manual. I burned the first volume, and the second was stolen."

Miss Wen looked regretful and then asked, "Such a valuable item, would you not have carefully studied it and memorized it?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "I think we should leave the matter of the sword manual here. Alas, I don't even know if I'll live past the day after tomorrow. If I do come back alive, I will talk to you about the sword manual again."

Miss Wen couldn't help but stand up and said, "If anything happens to you, won't this sword manual be lost?"

Tang Ji let out a long sigh and said, "Isn't it a good thing that this technique has been lost? It's one less source of trouble for the world. If it were left in the world, countless people would be harmed."

Miss Wen retorted, "I don't entirely agree with what you say, Young Master Tang. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. This sword manual can harm people, but it can also save people and benefit all living beings.

" Tang Ji firmly said, "I've made up my mind. If I survive, I will definitely help you find those twelve sword techniques."

Miss Wen's mind was in turmoil, and she didn't know what to say. She thought that her grandmaster could be invincible with this sword technique, and she, though a woman, could certainly do it too. So the moves she hadn't practiced must be quite amazing, but how could she let him tell her on his own?

After thinking for a long time, Miss Wen smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Tang, do you know that this sword technique has another secret?"

Tang Ji was taken aback and said, "Miss Wen, please tell me, what other secret does it have?"

Miss Wen said smugly, "Haven't you noticed? When you use this Gale Sword Technique, its power isn't that great." "We both use this sword technique, you're definitely not as good as me."

Tang Ji chuckled, indicating his disbelief. Miss Wen said, "You don't believe me? We can prove it."

Saying this, she took two swords from the wall, handed one to Tang Ji, and said, "Let's use that sword technique together, let's have a contest..."

As she spoke, Miss Wen used the move "Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea," just like before. Tang Ji dodged it again, but this time, the cold aura emanating from the sword chilled him to the bone, and a sudden gust of wind nearly knocked him over.

Miss Wen sheathed her sword, and Tang Ji stood there, bewildered. Miss Wen sat down with Tang Ji again and said, "Let me tell you why. When we were fighting in that courtyard, I didn't use any internal energy cultivation techniques."

Tang Ji was even more dumbfounded and asked, "What new internal energy cultivation technique?"

Miss Wen stared at Tang Ji and said, "This sword technique is called the Gale Sword Technique. When used, it should produce the sound of wind and thunder, with an imposing aura. Did you have that effect when you used it?"

Tang Ji shook his head. Miss Wen asked again, "Did you see it when I used it? There was a sound of wind and thunder, wasn't there?" Tang

Ji nodded.

Miss Wen explained, "Now you understand, right? Why are the effects of this sword technique different when we use it? Because you don't understand the internal energy cultivation method of this sword technique?"

Tang Ji exclaimed, dumbfounded. Miss Wen continued, "To unleash the full power of this sword technique, you must have an internal energy cultivation method as a foundation. This sword technique is just the skin; like a bird, it can't fly without wings. Do you understand now?"

Tang Ji suddenly realized the magic of this sword technique. He thought, "If I could master that internal energy cultivation method, then I, Tang Ji, could finally hold my head high and no longer be bullied in the martial world.

" Seeing his expression, Miss Wen knew his thoughts. She asked seriously, "Young Master Tang, do you want this cultivation method? If you do, you can tell me, and I will help you."

Tang Ji thought to himself, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Needless to say, obtaining this internal energy cultivation method will come at a price. What use am I, Tang Ji, besides the complete Gale Sword Manual?" His

gaze flickered, and he saw Miss Wen looking at him meaningfully. Was there even a question? Tang Ji suddenly understood Miss Wen's intentions.

Miss Wen calmly said, "Let's not lie to each other. I really want to learn the twelve moves of the Gale Sword Technique that I haven't yet mastered. You, too, must be interested in internal energy cultivation methods. How about we make a trade?"

Tang Ji pondered, "What do you mean?"

Miss Wen readily agreed, "You teach me the sword technique, and I'll teach you the internal energy cultivation method. What do you think? This way, it'll benefit both of us. You can become a top-tier master. Once you learn the internal energy cultivation method, not only Zhang Quansheng, but even the current leader of the martial arts alliance might not be your match."

Tang Ji smiled, "Then what are the benefits of this sword technique for you, Miss Wen?" Miss Wen

shook her head slightly and said, "I'm just a weak woman, what can I possibly achieve? Learning martial arts well and not being bullied is enough for me."

Tang Ji laughed heartily, "Miss Wen, you underestimate your abilities. With your skills, you could be the leader of a large gang even in the martial world."

Miss Wen waved her hands repeatedly and smiled, "Young Master Tang, you flatter me. If I were truly as capable as you say, I wouldn't be in this state."

Tang Ji asked with concern, "What's troubling you? You can tell me, perhaps I can help you."

Miss Wen lowered her head, sighed deeply, and said, "You can't help me. If you insist on interfering, you'll lose your life. I don't want to harm you." Miss

Wen changed the subject, saying, "Young Master Tang, what do you think of my suggestion? Give me an answer. If you're unwilling, I won't force you. After all, forced relationships are never sweet, and I, Wen Xiuqiao, won't pressure you." "

Tang Ji heard the name Miss Wen for the first time and found it fascinating. He carefully examined her appearance, finding her stunningly beautiful. Her face was as exquisite as West Lake; yet, within that beauty lay a melancholy and aloofness, as if she harbored some deep sorrow. This charm was different from that of Dongfang Qiuyu, Lin Fang, and Bai Ju, but what they shared was their captivating allure.

Miss Wen, seeing Tang Ji staring intently at her, his gaze not only lingering on her face but also on her breasts, blushed deeply and covered her ample bosom with her hand, saying, 'Young Master Tang, please don't look at me like that, I really can't bear it.'

Tang Ji, emboldened by some unknown source, suddenly grabbed Miss Wen's hand and said, 'Miss Wen, you are so beautiful, so kind to me, and you even saved my life. I truly don't know how to thank you. I have an idea, but I don't know if I should tell you.'

Miss Wen withdrew her hand and whispered, 'Go ahead and say it, I won't blame you. We're friends.'" "

Tang Ji mustered his courage and said, 'Miss Wen, I liked you the moment I saw you. Would you be my wife?'

The moment the word 'wife' left her lips, Miss Wen immediately pulled her hand away, her face changing, and she repeatedly said, 'No, no, no, that won't do.'

Tang Ji's eyes darkened, and he said, 'I knew I wasn't good enough for you. You're so outstanding, how could you like me?'

Miss Wen's face was filled with sadness as she said, 'Young Master Tang, please don't misunderstand. I'm not saying you're not good enough for me, but rather that I can't be your wife because I can't decide for myself.'" Tang

Ji recalled Xiao Lan's words and immediately understood Miss Wen's predicament. He secretly resolved to help Miss Wen escape her misery. But upon reflection, he realized he himself was still in the same predicament.

Thinking of the duel the day after tomorrow, Tang Ji's brows furrowed.

Chapter 18: Encountering Danger

As evening fell, the sunset was in full bloom, illuminating everything near and far in a crimson glow. Tang Ji, having finished dinner, stood at the door, gazing at the sunset in a daze, contemplating whether to cooperate with Miss Wen. If he didn't cooperate, he would surely die in his duel with Zhang Quansheng; if he cooperated, he would hand over the sword manual to her, losing a protective talisman, and his life might even be threatened. He couldn't guarantee that Miss Wen didn't harbor ill intentions towards him.

Just as he was undecided, a figure flashed outside the door, and two men in black entered. Tang Ji recognized them immediately; they were Ye Qing and Miao Hong, Zhang Quansheng's men.

The two men approached Tang Ji, cupped their hands, and said, "Young Master Tang, good news has arrived."

Tang Ji didn't return the greeting, but simply smiled and said, "What good news could you possibly have for me?" Ye

Qing grinned and said, "Of course there's good news. The Hall Master wants to see you. Isn't that a good thing?"

Tang Ji's heart trembled at these words. His ears had been filled with stories about this Hall Master these past few days. This was precisely what he feared most while he was here. If she wanted to see him, would it be detrimental to him? Perhaps he would suffer an even worse fate than Xu Fu.

What's meant to happen will happen. Tang Ji thought for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go inside and tell them."

He went inside and told Xiao Lü and Xiao Cheng. The two maids were eating inside, but Miss Wen was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Lü and Xiao Cheng came out with Tang Ji and saw Ye and Miao Hong, questioning, "You were ordered by the Hall Master, do you have a token?"

Miao Hong smiled and said, "Miss Xiao Lü, do you think we would dare to falsely convey the Hall Master's orders? We'd have several heads."

Ye Qing pulled out a dark, black token and held it out in front of Xiao Lü. Xiao Lü glanced at it and knew it was genuine. Her expression changed; she knew this trip was very disadvantageous for Tang Ji, and with Miss Wen not around, it was truly frustrating. In her anxiety, Xiao Lü said, "I also want to see the Hall Master. Then I'll go with Young Master Tang."

Miao Hong looked troubled and said, "Miss Xiao Lü, you know the Hall Master's temper. Who can force her to do something she doesn't want to do? If you go rashly, it might not be good for you."

Xiao Lü was speechless, not knowing what to do. Xiao Cheng tugged at Tang Ji's sleeve and said, "Young Master Tang, why don't you wait for the Hall Master to return before you go?

" Tang Ji turned around and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a little while. I want to watch the stars with you tonight."

With that, he went out with Ye and Miao.

The two followed behind Tang Ji, their attitude still respectful, unlike last time when they were flanking him.

After walking for a while, Tang Ji felt something was wrong. The Hall Master's residence was also in the front yard, only a few courtyards away from Miss Wen's place, so why was he heading towards the back yard this time?

Ye Qing noticed Tang Ji's confusion and quickly explained, "Young Master Tang, it's like this, the Hall Master is in the back yard now." "She was in a very good mood today and went to the guesthouse."

Tang Ji nodded and said, "I see. I heard that your sect leader's martial arts are quite formidable. I wonder how she compares to Miss Wen?"

Ye Qing chuckled and said, "Both of them are experts, each with their own strengths."

Tang Ji cursed inwardly, "This guy is quite cunning. He truly deserves to be a lackey; he's a competent servant." What was the sect leader doing at the guesthouse? Had another new man arrived?

While he was lost in thought, they had already passed through the side gate and headed towards the back. When they arrived at the guesthouse, they asked, but the sect leader had already left. When they asked where he had gone, he was pointed north. Tang Ji looked and gasped. It turned out that this was the prison where disciples from various sects were held. That big black gate had left a deep impression on him; he had almost died there last time.

Tang Ji couldn't help but... Before Tang Ji could finish speaking, the two men had already headed there. Tang Ji didn't want to follow, but considering this backyard was their territory, it wasn't safe to stay there even if he didn't go in. So, he gritted

his teeth and went in. Entering the large black gate, there was hardly anyone in the open space, only men in black standing in front of the prison cells, and he could hear shouts from inside the surrounding cells. When the large black gate slammed shut behind him, Tang Ji's heart sank; he instinctively felt something was wrong.

Reaching the open space, Tang Ji asked, "Brothers, where is your leader?"

The two men exchanged a smile, stopped, and looked at Tang Ji. After a moment, Ye Qing swiftly drew his sword and pointed it at Tang Ji. Miao Hong also sneered, drew his sword, and brandished it in mid-air. The sunset glowed from the horizon, making the two swords gleam, dazzling to the eye.

Tang Ji composed himself and said calmly, "Brothers, are you going to have some swordplay for fun? It seems I'm in for a good look. What? Aren't you in a hurry to see your leader?" Ye Qing squinted and smiled, "

Young Master Tang, my brothers and I would like to spar with you. We can see the Hall Master after we've finished."

As he spoke, Ye Qing's figure blurred, and he swiftly thrust towards Tang Ji's throat. This sword strike was incredibly fast and ruthless, clearly intended to kill Tang Ji.

Tang Ji felt a gust of wind and instinctively dodged, shouting, "What do you want?"

Ye Qing's wrist flicked repeatedly, aiming for Tang Ji's vital points, saying, "Nothing much. If you want to see the Hall Master, you'll have to get past us first."

Tang Ji's martial arts skills were too ordinary; he was in grave danger after only a few moves. With two sharp slashes, his sleeve was torn. Tang Ji cried out, "I don't want to see your Hall Master anymore! I want to go back to Miss Wen's!"

Saying this, he dodged Ye Qing's sword strikes and ran towards the door.

Miao Hong, quick-witted and agile, leaped forward and blocked Tang Ji's path, saying, "You want to go back? Don't even dream about it." "

They also drew their swords and swung them at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. If he had a sword, he could have held out for a while. Now he was in trouble, his life hanging by a thread. With no other choice, he had to muster his strength and use his fists and feet to resist their attacks.

Amidst the clatter of their swords, Tang Ji jumped, dodged, leaped, and shifted, looking extremely disheveled. With a "thud," Ye Qing kicked him in the buttocks, sending him rolling on the ground. The two men burst into laughter. As Tang Ji rolled, he saw a large tree beside the gate, and on a sudden inspiration, he sprang to his feet and ran towards the tree before he could even regain his footing.

His lightness skill was quite good, and in his desperate moment, it was even more impressive. The two men laughed and said, "The gate is closed, where do you think you're going?" "

Saying this, he shouted and chased after them.

Tang Ji sprinted up, using the momentum to run towards the tree. His feet touched the trunk, his body spun sideways, and like a beam of light, he leaped up the tree without hesitation. The two men caught up and laughed again.

Ye Qing snorted, "You think you're safe once you're up in the tree?"

Miao Hong curled his lip and said, "You can climb trees, but we can't?"

As he spoke, Miao Hong jumped up, his feet stomping sideways on the trunk, using the momentum to propel himself horizontally and then upwards in an arc. Ye Qing cheered loudly, shouting, "Brother Miao, your 'using an excuse' move is truly brilliant!" At this moment ,

Tang Ji had no time to appreciate Miao Hong's performance. He reached out and chopped off a tree branch. Seeing Miao Hong jump up, he snorted and swung his hand down fiercely.

Before Miao Hong could even regain his footing, he blocked with his sword, cutting off a section of Tang Ji's branch. Tang Ji froze, then unleashed a move called "Instant Change." This move was incredibly fast. Tang Ji was determined to fight to the death, and the treetop was not as spacious as the ground, plus Miao Hong was completely unfamiliar with this move.

A scream rang out as Tang Ji's branch slashed upwards, leaving a bloody gash in Miao Hong's stomach. Before he could react, Tang Ji twisted his wrist, changing the thrust into a stab, swiftly piercing Miao Hong's heart. Miao Hong's scream echoed far and wide before his tall body could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground.

Tang Ji, quick as lightning, snatched Miao Hong's sword, then leaped to the ground, sneering at Ye Qing. Ye Qing, below, hadn't seen how the two fought, only witnessing Miao... Hong fell from the sky and died a violent death. Seeing his gruesome state, Ye Qing's heart raced. He thought to himself

, "This kid really has some skills; he killed Miao Hong with just a tree branch." Ye Qing composed himself, brandished his sword, and charged forward, unleashing a flurry of sword light, intending to trap Tang Ji beneath his blade. Tang Ji thought to himself, "Today, it's either you die or I live. I don't care about anything else if I want to survive."

Tang Ji glared at Ye Qing and unleashed his "Whirlwind Sword Technique," starting with the first move and continuing unabated. Although Tang Ji lacked the internal energy cultivation method for this sword technique, rendering it less powerful, it was more than enough to deal with Ye Qing. After only two or three moves, Ye Qing was forced to retreat. He wondered to himself, "What kind of sword technique is this? Is this the leader's Whirlwind Sword Technique?

" There were many warriors in the courtyard, but without the leader's orders, they dared not act rashly and merely watched the spectacle. Seeing the critical situation, Ye Qing disregarded all pretense of dignity and shouted, "Are you all dead? Come and kill him!" The black -

clad warriors beside him responded and charged forward, swords drawn.

Ye Qing's attention was diverted by the shout, and he felt a sharp pain in his right ear as it flew off. Ye Qing cried out in pain, losing all will to fight, and ran, clutching his ear. Blood trickled from between his fingers.

Tang Ji didn't give chase, looking at the large black gate with a troubled expression. Several guards stood before it, and judging by their burly appearances, they were clearly skilled. If they all attacked, wouldn't he just die? At this moment, Tang Ji was surrounded by the warriors, and he inwardly groaned. If they all attacked at once, he, Tang Ji, would be finished.

Just then, Tang Ji heard applause. Suddenly, a gap appeared in the encirclement, and a man clapped his hands as he walked in.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant! Young Master Tang's Gale Sword Technique is amazing! I, Zhang, am utterly impressed!"

The man's face was filled with arrogance and swagger; it was none other than Zhang Quansheng.

Tang Ji snorted, pointing at him with the dripping tip of his sword, and said, "This is all your doing, isn't it? You ordered them to attack me, didn't you?

" Zhang Quansheng shook his head, saying, "Young Master Tang, please don't misunderstand. I didn't order them to do that. They must have given false orders."

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Since it wasn't Zhang Xiangzhu's intention, please make way. I need to go back." Zhang Quansheng chuckled and said, "Young Master Tang, you just killed one of my deputy Xiangzhu's men. Are you just going to let this go ?

If you let it go like this, how will I give orders to my subordinates in the future?"

He pointed to Miao Hong's corpse beside him.

Tang Ji, knowing he was in danger, remained fearless, raised his sword, and said, "What do you want? Draw up a line."

Zhang Quansheng puffed out his chest and said, "I don't want anything. I just want one thing from Young Master Tang. If you hand it over, our score will be settled."

Tang Ji said coldly, "What do you want? I, Tang, am penniless. I've been eating and using things from your Tongtian Sect these past few days."

Zhang Quansheng said seriously, "I want the Mad Wind Sword Manual."

Tang Ji laughed loudly and said, "So, Zhang Xiangzhu, like those martial arts people, also thinks I have the Mad Wind Sword Manual? How stupid!" "If I had it, would you still be able to beat me? Would I have been captured and brought here? Those martial arts practitioners are as stupid as pigs."

This undoubtedly categorized Zhang Quansheng as a pig as well.

Zhang Quansheng stomped his foot and shouted, "You brat surnamed Tang, stop beating around the bush! One word: hand it over or not?"

Tang Ji readily replied, "I'd like to hand it over, but I don't have it."

Zhang Quansheng suppressed his anger and asked, "Since you don't have it, what sword technique did you use just now?"

Tang Ji answered seriously, "This is my self-created 'Pig-Slaughtering Sword Technique.'"

At this point, he couldn't help but laugh, and the men around him also suppressed their laughter.

Zhang Quansheng pointed at Tang Ji's nose and shouted, "Nonsense! You dare to insult the sword technique of our sect leader? You don't want to live! Brothers, attack! Cut him to pieces! I'll take responsibility for any consequences!" "

As he spoke, he stepped back, and the encirclement became complete again.

Tang Ji gritted his teeth, knowing it was time to fight to the death; every kill counted. 'Qiu Yu, Bai Ju, adoptive father, parents, Miss Wen, Xiao Lan, we'll meet again in the next life.' Thinking this, Tang Ji roared and charged towards the men in black, his momentum like a tiger descending from the mountain. The men in black also brandished their knives and pounced.

The figures appeared and disappeared, the sound of weapons clashing incessantly. Amidst shouts, curses, shouts, and screams, several men soon lay in pools of blood. Tang Ji was risking his life; his body was splattered with blood. He himself was also wounded." A few scratches, but all minor injuries.

Tang Ji wielded his sword with impenetrable skill, and the men in black couldn't do anything to him for the time being. Tang Ji knew that death was drawing ever closer, and only then did he realize how precious life was. "If I had learned the inner workings of this sword technique earlier, how could I have killed these dozens of men in black?"

he thought. "I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the chance to learn that inner workings." Seeing that his men had dealt with Tang Ji, Zhang Quansheng drew his sword with a whoosh, thinking, "There's no need to talk about martial arts rules with someone like you. Just kill him and be done with it. It's just a pity about the sword manual.

" Just then, someone outside the gate shouted, "Open the door quickly! Open the door, or I'll smash it down!"

Zhang Quansheng went to the door and asked, "Who's outside?"

A female voice replied, "It's Miss Wen who has arrived."

It was Xiao Lü.

Zhang Quansheng replied, "I'm sorry to Miss Wen, the situation here is special, I can't open the door."

Miss Wen's voice rang out: "Zhang Quansheng, open the door quickly and release Tang Ji, or I will smash this door to pieces." Zhang Quansheng chuckled and said, "

It's no use opening the door for you now. Tang Ji is already dead. Who told him his martial arts were too weak?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of sharp cracking sounds rang out, and the large black door was cleaved in two by a sharp blade. Then, several black-clad women rushed in through the flashing black shadows.

Behind these women were Miss Wen, Xiao Lü, and Xiao Cheng. They all glared coldly at Zhang Quansheng. Zhang Quansheng frowned; he knew today's ordeal would be difficult. Miss Wen was favored by the sect leader and was likely to become his future wife. If he offended her, his life would be in danger.

As Miss Wen entered, she shouted, "Stop! All of you!"

The men in black glanced at Zhang Quansheng, who, helpless, could only wave his hand and say, "The duel is over." Those

people obediently stepped aside. By then, five or six corpses lay on the ground.

Tang Ji stood in the pool of blood, covered in blood and his hair disheveled. When he saw Miss Wen arrive, he was so excited he almost cried out. Xiao Lü and Xiao Cheng rushed over and asked in unison, "Young Master Tang, how are you?"

Tang Ji smiled at the two women and said, "I'm fine. I think I can still watch the stars with us tonight."

The two women chuckled. They accompanied Tang Ji to Miss Wen's side.

Miss Wen looked at Tang Ji and, seeing that he was alright, she was relieved. Miss Wen then looked at Zhang Quansheng with an icy expression and said, "Master Zhang, who ordered you to kill Tang Ji? The sect leader gave orders to treat him well. You can't say you didn't know that, can you?"

Zhang Quansheng grinned and said, "Miss Wen, you misunderstand. I just had my men spar with Young Master Tang to broaden their horizons. We didn't kill him. You saw it yourself; it was my men who were killed." Miss Wen

loathed Zhang Quansheng and said, "Now that the competition is over, everyone should go back and rest."

Seeing that Miss Wen was about to take Tang Ji away, Zhang Quansheng quickly stepped forward to stop her, saying, "Miss Wen, I was ordered by the Hall Master to invite Young Master Tang here. You can't just take him away. He has to stay."

Afraid Miss Wen wouldn't believe him, he added, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you the Hall Master's token."

Miss Wen scoffed, "I don't think that's necessary. Speaking of tokens, I also have the Sect Leader's token. Do you want to see it?"

Zhang Quansheng chuckled dryly and said, "Everyone believes that. How could I, Zhang, be qualified to see the Sect Leader's things?"

Miss Wen smiled coldly and said, "Since you're so clever, then get out of the way!"

Zhang Quansheng gritted his teeth and said, "No, I won't release him without the Hall Master's permission."

Miss Wen took a step forward, facing him directly, and shouted, "Are you going to fight me?" Zhang

Quansheng was speechless. He knew that Miss Wen's martial arts were superior to his own, and that she possessed a precious sword capable of cutting through iron like mud—the sect leader's prized possession. The sect leader had bestowed it upon her because he doted on this disciple. However, he was truly unwilling to let Tang Ji go so easily.

With a determined heart, Zhang Quansheng drew his sword and shouted, "Everyone else can leave, but Tang Ji must stay!" He leaped forward, blocking the doorway.

Miss Wen also drew her sword with a whoosh, gazing at the blue blade and muttering to herself, "This sword hasn't been stained with blood in a long time; it must be starving."

The two sides faced off at the entrance, each commander standing behind dozens of men, all looking menacing, and it seemed a fierce battle was about to unfold.

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