Night break into the palace

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After receiving a letter from the Mu family requesting aid, the Quanzhen Sect, led by Qiu Chuji and accompanied by Wang Chuyi, Liu Chuxuan, Zhao Zhijing, and Li Zhichang, traveled to Beijing, the capital of the Qing Dynasty.
The five disguised themselves, shedding their Taoist robes and posing as merchants, and hurried towards Beijing.
Twenty years earlier, Genghis Khan had invaded and occupied northern China, massacring large numbers of Han Chinese and bringing the entire northern region under foreign control. The Mongols divided their subjects into four classes: the first class being the Mongols themselves; the second class being vassal states like the Jin, Liao, and Qing; and the Han Chinese, the lowest of the four, referred to by the Mongols as "two-legged sheep," their status akin to livestock, utterly miserable.
Only in recent years, when Chahan, the Prince of Ruyang, who was in charge of the northern campaign, heeded the advice of his strategists and slightly elevated the status of the Han Chinese, easing tensions between them and other ethnic groups within his territory.
Along his journey, Zhao Zhijing witnessed countless Han Chinese suffering from inadequate clothing and food, subjected to arbitrary beatings and abuse by foreign tribes—a truly pitiful sight. Qiu
Chuji, with his fiery temper, nearly killed several times upon seeing the Han Chinese being mistreated. However, he always remembered his mission to infiltrate the Qing court and rescue the people, and with the persuasion of others, he managed to restrain himself.
Zhao Zhijing was a Chinese citizen in his first life, and a Han chauvinist leading the southern forces to unify the north in his second. Although he was despicable, shameless, vile, and ruthless, he was still Chinese and possessed a certain sense of national identity.
Even in this strange world, seeing the Han Chinese in such a miserable state, he abandoned the idea of surrendering to the Mongols and becoming a traitor.
However, the Southern Song Dynasty was proving extremely weak and unlikely to resist for long. It was estimated that the Southern Song would fall once the Mongols finished their war in Europe.
What should he do then?
Well, for now, he would hone his martial arts skills, establish influence in the martial world, and lay a solid foundation before making further plans once Mingkong awoke.
The Innate Skill had already reached the initial stage; his true energy was beginning to transform from acquired to innate, and in a few more days it would be completed, reaching the minor completion stage.
Upon arriving in Beijing, they first found an inn to stay in, and then split up to gather information.
Zhao Zhijing naturally cared nothing for the fate of the Mu Prince's Mansion; his purpose was to cause chaos in the palace, escape, and then use the excuse of healing in seclusion to leave the Quanzhen Sect for a while, heading to Dali to retrieve the Northern Darkness Divine Skill and the Lingbo Steps.
The Quanzhen Sect had virtually no influence in Beijing, so how could they possibly glean any intelligence from random inquiries? They were completely unaware that the Heaven and Earth Society and the Red Flower Society had gathered in Beijing, preparing to infiltrate the Qing Palace to rescue people.
After a few days, the Quanzhen Sect members gathered again, but aside from news circulating in the palace that traitors were to be executed in three days, they had no other valuable information.
Qiu Chuji said, "Why don't we enter the palace tonight? We can capture one or two palace guards or eunuchs and force them to reveal the location of the Heavenly Prison."
Liu Chuxuan, however, said, "That's not a good idea. The palace is too big. It's likely that only guards near the Heavenly Prison will know its location. If we infiltrate a place too far from the Heavenly Prison, capturing the guards will not only fail to reveal its location but will also alert the Qing court, making our mission even more difficult."
Upon hearing this, everyone frowned, unsure of what to do.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing suggested, "Perhaps we can do this: the five of us can split into four groups and infiltrate the palace from all four sides, scouting separately. Once we find out the location of the imperial prison, we'll go and scout it out first, and the others will join us."
Wang Chuyi frowned and said, "We only have a few people to
begin with. Dividing us into groups like this, with so many guards in the Qing palace, it's too risky." Qiu Chuji pondered for a while and then agreed with Zhao Zhijing's suggestion, saying, "Time is of the essence, and this is the only way we can do it now. I, Chuxuan, and Chuyi will each be in one group, while Zhijing and Zhichang will be in another. We'll split into four groups and infiltrate separately. If we encounter danger, we must not be reckless. The ordinary soldiers in the Qing palace shouldn't be able to stop us."
Although this was the plan, such a division was extremely risky, but Liu Chuxuan and Wang Chuyi had no choice but to agree.
At dinner time, the five members of the Quanzhen Sect ate at an inn.
The inn was doing very well, with many customers.
The food was delicious, but thinking about how they would be breaking into the Qing palace that night, they were inevitably a little nervous and had little appetite.
At this moment, two more people entered the inn.
Both were dressed as young scholars, appearing to be students.
Qiu Chuji whispered, "The newcomers are experts, be careful."
Zhao Zhijing, with his sharp eyes, naturally noticed them as well. He also noticed that one of the shorter scholars was actually a woman disguised as a man; her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and she had delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes—she should have been a beautiful young woman.
The taller young man, however, had darker skin but was quite handsome. Seemingly aware of being watched, he turned his head and met the gazes of the Quanzhen Sect members. His eyes held a restrained glint; although young, his internal strength was probably not much inferior to Qiu Chuji's.
This young man was a chivalrous figure who had recently become famous in the martial arts world, named Yuan Chengzhi.
His father was Yuan Chonghuan, a famous general of the Song Dynasty in this world, who died more than ten years ago due to a Qing Dynasty plot to sow discord.
Although Yuan Chengzhi lost his father at a young age, he was fortunate enough to become a disciple of Mu Renqing, a hidden sect of Mount Hua, and was also favored by Mu Sang Daoist of the Iron Sword Sect. Later, he even found the secret manual of Xia Xueyi, the famous master of the Golden Snake Swordsman, more than ten years ago, mastering three martial arts styles and becoming one of the strongest among the younger generation.
The girl disguised as a boy was named Wen Qingqing, the daughter of Xia Xueyi, and a confidante whom Yuan Chengzhi met during his travels.
The two were near Beijing when they accidentally learned that the righteous men of the Mu family had been captured by the Qing court. Yuan Chengzhi deeply hated the Qing Dynasty, which had killed his father.
He secretly thought that his martial arts skills were already first-rate in the martial arts world, so he decided to storm the Qing court.
If he could rescue them, that would be best; if not, he would at least kill a few Qing soldiers to vent his anger.
The two planned to have dinner and rest before sneaking into the Qing court at night. Unexpectedly, they encountered so many experts in this inn.
The five merchants sitting in the corner all possessed extraordinary bearing, and several of them even made Yuan Chengzhi feel a sense of danger; they were clearly not ordinary fighters, further fueling his suspicions: "Could they be experts from the Qing court? But I haven't revealed my plan to infiltrate the Qing court to outsiders; the Tartars wouldn't send people to ambush here."
The Quanzhen Sect members were equally unsure of Yuan Chengzhi and his companion's identities. The two sides ate quietly across several tables, wary of each other, remaining silent until they parted ways.
Late at night, outside the Qing palace walls, Zhao Zhijing and Li Zhichang, dressed in black night clothes, silently infiltrated.
Li Zhichang was a young Taoist priest in his twenties, also one of Zhao Zhijing's staunch supporters, practically following his every command.
The Qing court's security didn't seem too tight. Zhao Zhijing and Li Zhichang hid behind a rockery, waiting for their opportunity.
A moment later, a lone guard hurried past. Zhao Zhijing snorted and used the "Snake-like Leaping and Leaping" technique from the Nine Yin Manual, his figure flashing as he darted across the ground. Before the guard could react, he struck his pressure point and dragged him behind the artificial hill.
After some interrogation, they discovered that the Heavenly Prison wasn't too far from where they had infiltrated; they had run into trouble.
Zhao Zhijing knocked the guard unconscious and said to Li Zhichang, "Junior brother, why don't I go scout out the vicinity of the Heavenly Prison first, while you go and meet Master and Uncle-Master? We'll meet near the Heavenly Prison and rescue them together." Seeing
Zhao Zhijing willingly taking on the dangerous task, Li Zhichang had no objections. After instructing his senior brother to be careful, they split up.
Zhao Zhijing headed towards the Heavenly Prison, thinking to himself, "Once I get near the prison, I'll deliberately expose myself and cause chaos, then break out and hide. Once things calm down, I'll immediately head to Dali."
Suddenly, he heard shouts from afar: "Assassin! Capture the assassin!"
Then came shouts and the sounds of fighting, a fierce clang.
It turned out that others had infiltrated the prison. Zhao Zhijing became curious and quickened his pace.
Reaching the vicinity of the prison, Zhao Zhijing gathered his energy and leaped onto a tree like a wild goose, concealing himself among the dense foliage.
The Quanzhen Sect's lightness skill was called the Golden Goose Skill. Although it wasn't particularly adept at agile and unpredictable movements, its leaping and bounding were quite impressive, displaying some of the elegance of orthodox Xuanmen (Taoist) martial arts.
Looking closely, he saw more than a dozen men in black surrounded by Qing Dynasty guards, desperately trying to break free.
The guards here were extremely elite, their formation perfectly coordinated, and many were even top-tier imperial guards, a far cry from the lax guards elsewhere in the palace.
Indeed, this was a trap; the Qing army's elite forces were concentrated here.
The surrounding guards carried lanterns, illuminating the area as if it were daytime, and archers stood densely packed on the walls, clearly intending to wipe out everyone who had come to the prison.
The dozen or so men in black were skilled fighters; the best one or two could even be compared to Qiu Chuji. Despite being accompanied by men from the Mu family, they still overwhelmed the Qing guards.
Zhao Zhijing had been in this world for over three years, and he paid close attention to gathering rumors and information from the martial world. He quickly identified the men in black. "
Hmph, that one-armed man leading the way, wielding the Deadly Soul-Chasing Sword, must be Wu Chen, the second-in-command of the Red Flower Society." "
And the one coordinating with him, with his incredibly sharp claw techniques, is probably Chen Jinnan, the leader of the Heaven and Earth Society, skilled in the Blood-Coagulating Divine Claw."
And the one using hidden weapons to suppress the Qing archers should be Zhao Banshan, the Thousand-Handed Buddha.
The two guarding the righteous men from the Mu family are fighting unarmed. One's technique is complex and varied, similar to yet different from various schools of martial arts; this should be Chen Jialuo, who uses the Hundred Flowers Fist. The other's palm technique is simple yet powerful, like a thunderbolt; this is probably Wen Tailai, the husband of the beautiful Luo Bing.
Heh heh, Luo Bing is here too.
The graceful, masked woman is using twin swords. Her tight black night-clothes perfectly accentuate her breathtaking figure. Her taut breasts sway with the fighting, making one imagine how firm and full her breasts must be. Most captivating are her hips; the curves of her plump, round buttocks, tightly wrapped in her clothes, combined with her slender waist, perfectly showcase the allure of a young woman.
The five captured men from the Mu family were all of varying ages, ragged and covered in blood, clearly having suffered considerable torture during their captivity. However, Fang Yi and Mu Jianping were not present.
Although the Red Flower Society and the Heaven and Earth Society weren't considered formidable experts in this interconnected world, they were still far superior to these Qing palace guards.
After a brief struggle, the Qing soldiers couldn't hold out.
Just then, a thunderous shout rang out: "Traitors, die!"
The voice was like a booming bell, making ears ring, revealing an extremely profound level of internal strength.
Zhao Zhijing, hiding in the shadows, was also startled. Did the Qing palace actually have such a master?
A middle-aged man dressed in military attire led a group of guards rushing in from the other side. He had thick beard and hair, a tall and burly build, eyes like bells, and bulging temples. From a distance, he looked like a ferocious beast on the run.
Seeing the group of heroes about to burst out of the prison, he roared and leaped into the air, swooping down like a giant eagle.
Seeing the ferocity of the newcomer, Wuchen Daoist used his elusive kick to clear away the Qing soldiers beside him, then raised his sword, determined to catch the newcomer off guard while he was in mid-air.
His Deadly Soul-Chasing Sword was renowned throughout the martial world; the swift blade flashed diagonally, instantly piercing the newcomer's chest.
However, the Qing officer ignored Wuchen's sword, coldly snorting and allowing it to strike him.
With a clang, the sword struck his body with a metallic sound, then was deflected.
Wuchen Daoist was startled; at the same time, the officer's fists rained down like thunder.
Chen Jinnan, standing nearby, shouted, "Watch out!" and rushed out from the side, meeting the attack with both palms.
"Bang!"
Chen Jinnan was knocked back seven or eight steps, his face ashen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was seriously injured in this hasty attack.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "It's Ao Bai!"
Zhao Zhijing on the tree was extremely astonished. Ao Bai should have just been a brute with some strength and wrestling skills, but here he had become a martial arts master!
Just now, he had taken Wuchen's longsword head-on with his body. He must have mastered the Iron Shirt or similar external martial arts to their peak. Damn, Ao Bai was actually this powerful! Even if he himself used his newly mastered Innate Skill, he would have to exert all his strength to defeat this guy.
Ao Bai unleashed his power, charging into the ranks of the Heaven and Earth Society and Red Flower Society righteous men like a tiger. Neither fists nor swords could harm him in the slightest. His strength was immense. With a few punches and palm strikes, he shattered the formation of the anti-Qing heroes.
Furthermore, the guards led by Ao Bai were likely the elite of the elite, each possessing exceptional skills. Their dispersed encirclement effectively trapped the heroes in a desperate situation.
Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "The logic of this world is much stronger. Otherwise, with the strength of the Qing court guards in the original *The Deer and the Cauldron*, how could they have stopped martial arts masters from the Central Plains from assassinating the emperor? Masters of the Five Greats level treated the palace like their own backyard, freely entering and exiting. But in this world, with a leader like Ao Bai and the cooperation of elite guards, even top-tier masters are in grave danger when surrounded. Yes, in a world with martial arts masters, if the difference in skill between the two sides is too great, what right do they have to confront each other? Since internal energy truly exists, if the people of the Central Plains can practice it, then the foreign races naturally can too."
If the leaders of the foreign races were assassinated one after another, the Southern Song Dynasty could subdue them without a fight, quickly instigating infighting among the high-ranking members of the foreign races, and easily reclaiming lost territory.
At this moment, Ao Bai was overwhelming Chen Jialuo, Wen Tailai, and the Chang brothers, who were almost unable to withstand his attacks.
Chen Jialuo's Hundred Flowers Fist was unpredictable and incredibly skillful. However, his internal energy cultivation was only average, and his attacks couldn't penetrate Ao Bai's defenses. Without any sharp weapons capable of cutting through iron like mud, he posed no threat to his opponent.
Although they wanted to find the weakness in Ao Bai's external martial arts, it wasn't so easy to find.
Just at this critical moment, a shout suddenly came from afar, and two men in black leaped out from behind a rockery with exceptional agility.
One of them wielded a snake-shaped longsword, wielding it with a golden light, instantly breaking through the guards' obstruction and heading straight for Ao Bai.
The newcomer's swordplay was strange and ruthless, and Ao Bai felt a strong sense of danger. However, he couldn't dodge in time; with a tearing sound, his clothes were ripped, and a gash appeared on his shoulder.
This golden snake-shaped sword was indeed a rare and powerful weapon.
Zhao Zhijing now knew who the newcomers were: Yuan Chengzhi, who had inherited the legacy of the Golden Snake Swordsman, and the other person was likely Wen Qingqing of the Stone Beam Sect.
Chen Jialuo said, "Thank you for your help, hero!"
Yuan Chengzhi replied, "I'll keep him occupied, you all break through quickly!"
With that, he engaged Ao Bai in battle.
Yuan Chengzhi wasn't using the Huashan School's martial arts at this moment, but instead employing the Golden Snake Sword Technique, combined with his specially crafted Golden Snake Sword. His swordplay was ruthless, vicious, and unpredictable.
Ao Bai excelled in hard martial arts, but his physique was rather clumsy, and he was quickly slashed multiple times by the Golden Snake Sword.
However, he was inherently fierce and ignored his injuries, roaring repeatedly as he attacked Yuan Chengzhi with increasingly powerful palm strikes.
Ao Bai's martial arts were learned from the Western Regions' Vajra Sect, which he later incorporated into his own wrestling techniques. He was extremely skilled in close combat, and a single hit from him would leave one severely injured, if not dead.
Yuan Chengzhi cautiously used his Swift and Ever-Changing Movement Technique to fight him.
Suddenly, a delicate cry came from not far away. It was Wen Qingqing, who was fighting with the guards, whose sword had been knocked from her hand by elite guards, putting her in immediate danger.
Yuan Chengzhi was terrified. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed his longsword several times before striking straight at Ao Bai's chest with lightning speed.
This was a deadly move from the Golden Serpent Sword Technique, called "Golden Serpent Spitting Its Tongue," incredibly ruthless.
He used this move to force Ao Bai back so he could rescue Wen Qingqing.
However, Ao Bai neither dodged nor evaded, but instead advanced. Just as the sword reached his chest, he inhaled sharply, his chest caved in two inches, and then tilted his body. The Golden Serpent Sword left a long, bloody gash on his chest, but it did nothing to hinder his advance.
Without waiting for Yuan Chengzhi to withdraw his sword, he unleashed a powerful strike with his large, fan-like hand, channeling the power of the Vajra Palm.
Yuan Chengzhi, distracted by Wen Qingqing and already exhausted from his own attack, hadn't expected Ao Bai to trade blows. In his haste, he could only sidestep, and Ao Bai struck him on the shoulder, causing him to cough up blood and stumble away.
The situation had suddenly reversed. Without Yuan Chengzhi to restrain him, Ao Bai was unstoppable.
Yuan Chengzhi was struck hard and seriously injured, unable to fight. Fortunately, Chen Jinnan rushed forward to protect him, preventing him from being injured by the Qing guards.
Many people's eyes showed despair, fearing that the elites of the Heaven and Earth Society and the Red Flower Society would be completely wiped out within the Qing Palace.
Just then, a long howl was heard, and a figure descended like a divine warrior, leaping down from a tree and rushing down.
This person was naturally Zhao Zhijing.
Originally, he planned to leave in the chaos, but now he changed his mind.
Zhao Zhijing was just an unknown figure in this world; today would be his battle to make a name for himself!
In fact, the Quanzhen Sect had decided to conceal their identities during their discussions.
Therefore, they all changed into merchant's clothing, fearing that the Qing court would discover their identities and thus retaliate against the Quanzhen Sect.
Like in the original novel, the Quanzhen Sect, clearly within the Jin-controlled territory, still openly rebelled against the Jin; their sect should have been wiped out hundreds of times over.
With tens of thousands of elite troops surrounding them, even Shaolin and Wudang would be no match. What is the Quanzhen Sect compared to them?
In this world, the aura of idiocy isn't so outrageous, so the Quanzhen Sect naturally had to operate covertly.
Although Wang Chongyang had desperately injured Temujin, Temujin respected Wang Chongyang as a hero and praised him highly. Because of this, the Quanzhen Sect had managed to survive in the north for years, keeping a low profile. But if they were discovered openly participating in anti-Qing activities, would the foreign tribes tolerate them?
However, at this moment, Zhao Zhijing wanted to make a name for himself and didn't care about the fate of the Quanzhen Sect. He used Qing soldiers as footholds and leaped into the center of the field. The Qing soldiers whose heads he struck with his toes all died instantly, their skulls shattered.
He shouted, "Ao Bai, today the one who will kill you is Zhao Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect!"
With that, he unleashed the Quanzhen Sect's Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm Technique and attacked Ao Bai.
In his previous life, he was accustomed to fighting bare-handed, and in this life, he naturally excelled in palm techniques as well.
Ao Bai roared, struck several times in succession. Even with his peak-level external martial arts training, his blood and qi surged, and he roared in anger, unleashing a series of Vajra Palm strikes, hoping to kill this despicable fellow before him.
However, Zhao Zhijing was agile and easily struck. Moreover, he wasn't using his full strength at this moment, deliberately letting Ao Bai become complacent.
Several elite guards, including several imperial guards, were also present, but Ao Bai had stated beforehand that he didn't need help from others, so they could only stand by and watch, ready to rush to his aid if Ao Bai was in danger.
Zhao Zhijing understood this, knowing that if he didn't kill Ao Bai in one blow, the consequences would be dire.
By this time, Ao Bai had been fighting for a long time, and his body had been slashed multiple times by Yuan Chengzhi's Golden Snake Sword; his strength had decreased considerably compared to the beginning.
After exchanging a few more blows, Zhao Zhijing roared, changing his palm technique to the most powerful Frost-Treading Ice-Breaking Palm of the Quanzhen Sect, immediately forcing Ao Bai back several steps.
Then, Zhao Zhijing leaped into the air, headfirst, left palm overlapping right, descending from the sky to strike Ao Bai's crown.
Ao Bai grinned maliciously, thinking, "You can dodge my attacks on the ground, but jumping into the air, you're courting death. The strongest part of my Golden Bell Shield is the top of my head; even a direct hit from you will kill this traitor!" Wu Chen, Chen
Jialuo, and the others, who knew Ao Bai's strength, exclaimed in surprise, worried for Zhao Zhijing.
They now held the Quanzhen Sect in high esteem; they hadn't expected a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect to be able to fight Ao Bai, who had left them helpless, to a standstill. The number one sect in the world truly lived up to its name.
Of course, they were unaware that after three years of arduous training, Zhao Zhijing's martial arts skills far surpassed those of second-generation disciples like Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji.
Zhao Zhijing was well aware of Ao Bai's intentions. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he suddenly unleashed his hidden Lesser Completion Innate Skill.
A golden hue flashed across his normally fair face—a sign of the Innate Skill's activation. All his power converged in his palms, which he then slammed down.
Although Ao Bai sensed a hint of danger, it was too late to change his move. With a resounding thud, Zhao Zhijing's palms struck him squarely on the top of his head!
Instantly, Ao Bai's large, round eyes widened in disbelief. His body stiffened, and his hands, poised for a powerful upward strike, fell limply to his sides.
Zhao Zhijing used the momentum to leap away, and Ao Bai collapsed to the ground with a thud, bleeding from all seven orifices, unable to move.
The surrounding guards were shocked and rushed to his aid.
Knowing that Ao Bai's skull had been shattered and he was beyond dead, Zhao Zhijing picked up a longsword and unleashed a deadly move from his True Transmission Sword Technique, killing several guards in quick succession. He then shouted to the Heaven and Earth Society and Red Flower Society members, "Take advantage of the chaos and escape!" He
then channeled his inner strength and roared, "Ao Bai is dead! Ao Bai is dead!"
His powerful voice carried throughout half the palace, causing panic among the besieging Qing soldiers.
Zhao Zhijing, possessing the highest martial arts skill, easily broke through the chaos. Before leaving, he used a secret telepathic technique to tell Chen Jialuo and Chen Jinnan, "I used a desperate secret technique to kill Ao Bai, and I am severely injured and unable to fight any longer. I must break through immediately and find a place to heal. Take care of yourselves, and good luck!" He
then ignored the besieged Heaven and Earth Society and Red Flower Society members and departed.
However, he didn't go far. He circled around, changed into the uniform of a Qing court guard, and then returned to the scene amidst the chaos.
The Red Flower Society and the Heaven and Earth Society were already at their last gasp, and it was estimated that it would be extremely difficult for them to break through the encirclement.
However, when he returned to the battlefield, he found that reinforcements had arrived.
Seven or eight men arrived, mostly dressed as beggars. Their leader, a man in his thirties, possessed thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, a square face, and a robust physique. His face bore the marks of hardship, yet he exuded a heroic spirit and a bold demeanor, instantly giving the impression of a formidable warrior.
A volley of arrows from the Qing archers rained down upon the group, dozens of arrows flying, creating a dire situation.
The man stepped forward, standing like a pillar at the forefront, and roared like thunder: "The dragon that has soared too high will regret it!" As he spoke, he slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and then struck forward with tremendous force.
Instantly, a terrifying, overwhelming palm strike surged forward, sweeping away all the Qing arrows and sending the nearest ten or eight Qing guards flying.
Damn! The power of a single palm strike was terrifying!
Hidden in the shadows, Zhao Zhijing broke out in a cold sweat. This guy was practically a reincarnation of a war god, incomparably powerful.
Hmm, leading a group of skilled beggars, this must be Qiao Feng, the current leader of the Beggars' Clan!
In the original story, the Beggars' Clan was the vanguard against foreign invaders, so their presence here makes sense, even if they arrived late.
Finally, he witnessed the pinnacle of combat power in Jin Yong's world. Qiao Feng was indeed like a human tank; he himself was currently no match for him.
With the assistance of Qiao Feng and other Beggars' Clan masters, the Red Flower Society and the Heaven and Earth Society heroes successfully broke through the Qing soldiers' encirclement and escaped the Qing Palace.
Gazing at Luo Bing's alluring figure beneath her night clothes, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but feel a pang
of regret. He had originally planned to capture Luo Bing and rape her if the Red Flower Society members were scattered, but now the opportunity was gone, and he could only curse the Qing soldiers for their incompetence.
He had decided to take the path of a hypocrite, a righteous knight-errant, but he couldn't act recklessly. If he were to launch a sneak attack on Luo Bing now, not only would he be stopped by Qiao Feng, but he would also likely be recognized by the Red Flower Society and the Heaven and Earth Society, which would be disastrous.
Wait a minute... Yuan Chengzhi, pale-faced, was being helped out, but Wen Qingqing was nowhere to be seen. Could this little girl have been captured by the Qing soldiers?
Heh heh, the killing of Ao Bai was a momentous event, and the Qing court would be in chaos for at least half a day, which was perfect for his actions.
Dressed in his guard's uniform, he took advantage of the chaos to return to the vicinity of the imperial prison, searching along the way, and sure enough, he found her.
He saw Wen Qingqing with disheveled hair, her hands bound, being guarded by several Qing soldiers.
Zhao Zhijing flashed forward, appearing before several Qing soldiers. He coldly snorted, altering his voice with his inner energy, and said in a hoarse tone, "I am Lu Xiaofeng, a bodyguard of Ao Shaobao. Is this the traitor?"
He was standing behind Wen Qingqing, so she couldn't see him.
The Qing soldiers, still reeling from the news of Ao Bai's death, instinctively believed him upon seeing someone in high-ranking guard attire. Although they found the name Lu Xiaofeng somewhat strange, they quickly nodded in response.
Zhao Zhijing said, "Then what are you doing here? Take the prisoner back to the Heavenly Prison!"
The Qing soldiers' leader, killed by Wuchen in the chaos, was at a loss. Hearing the order, they exchanged glances and had no choice but to obey, taking Wen Qingqing into the Heavenly Prison.
The other guards were busy chasing down members of the Red Flower Society and the Heaven and Earth Society and ignored them, allowing Zhao Zhijing to deceive them.
Once inside, Zhao Zhijing coldly said, "You all return to the outer prison and stand guard. I want to interrogate this traitor myself."
Several Qing soldiers hurriedly nodded in agreement and withdrew one by one.
Wen Qingqing, however, felt a sense of crisis and cried out, "You... if you dare to hurt me, Brother Yuan will definitely come and kill you all!"
Zhao Zhijing sneered, pressed a finger to Wen Qingqing's pressure point, then untied the ropes binding her, blindfolded her with a black cloth, and laid her down on the ground.
He sized up the girl, noticing her jade-like cheeks and cherry lips, her beauty as charming as a flower—truly a stunning beauty.
Zhao Zhijing's appetite was whetted, a lewd smile spreading across his face, but he said, "Traitor, why don't you confess properly? What exactly did you infiltrate the palace for?"
Wen Qingqing, her eyes blindfolded, was terrified, but being proud and aloof, how could she easily submit?
She spat out a mouthful of saliva, then turned her head away, feigning indifference.
Zhao Zhijing easily dodged the saliva and grinned maliciously, "Since you won't cooperate, don't blame me, hehe."
He knelt down, and with a rip, tore Wen Qingqing's night clothes, revealing a large expanse of her fair and delicate body.
Wen Qingqing screamed in shock and shouted angrily, "You! What do you want to do?!"
Zhao Zhijing lewdly said, "You are a rebel, so for safety's sake, I need to thoroughly search you to see if you have any hidden weapons."
With that, his hands reached out and began to ravage Wen Qingqing's slender body.
Wen Qingqing was only eighteen years old at the time, and her body was incredibly delicate. Her fair skin felt like solidified cream, yet it was also very elastic, and the feel of it was wonderful.
Wen Qingqing, however, was terrified. Although she and Yuan Chengzhi were mutually attracted, they had kept their feelings within the bounds of propriety and had not engaged in any overly intimate behavior. Although she often dressed as a man and caused trouble outside, she was a very traditional woman at heart, always thinking that she would only give her virginity to her lover on their wedding night.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's large hand had already touched her breasts. She cried out in shock, "Stop! You villain, stop! Ah! How dare you do this! Ah! Stop!"
But how could a man who was already attracted by her shapely and firm breasts stop?
Zhao Zhijing felt that the pair of white and tender breasts he was holding were not very large, but their shape and feel were excellent. In particular, the rosy nipples showed no signs of being used, which contrasted beautifully with the snow-white breasts, making them very tempting.
While forcefully squeezing the two breasts, Zhao Zhijing chuckled wickedly, "How come there are two mounds of flesh here? Could it be a hidden weapon? We really need to search thoroughly!"
Wen Qingqing felt incredibly ashamed and indignant as her body, never touched before, was being fondled by a strange man. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "No, please don't! Ah! Don't squeeze! Waaah, no, don't do this! Ah! Brother Yuan, come save Qingqing! Waaah..."
Zhao Zhijing stopped and asked, "Brother Yuan? Are you one of the rebels?"
Seeing him stop, Wen Qingqing quickly replied, "Brother Yuan is a great hero with extremely high martial arts skills. If you dare to hurt me, he will never let you off."
However, as she spoke, she heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off. She exclaimed in horror, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Zhijing had already taken off his clothes, his thick penis fully erect, exuding a murderous aura.
Without answering, he ripped off Wen Qingqing's night clothes with a few tearing sounds, completely exposing her alabaster-white, naked body.
Now in a dangerous situation, Zhao Zhijing dared not waste time. He spread Wen Qingqing's fair legs, revealing her virgin flower garden, which had never been exposed to outsiders before, and then asked, "There are no hidden weapons in your breasts, but I'm afraid they're hidden in this little fleshy hole down there. Let me investigate thoroughly, hehe."
Wen Qingqing's face turned pale. Having been paralyzed and lacking the strength to resist, she could only plead in a heart-wrenching voice, "No, don't look! Waaah... there are no hidden weapons... Waaah, don't look, waaah..."
Zhao Zhijing sneered, "Traitors love to deceive, I must investigate myself." With that, he brought his large penis to Wen Qingqing's virgin path, the massive glans pressing against the vaginal opening.
Wen Qingqing's eyes were blindfolded; she only felt something hard and hot, like something from the Southern Kingdom, rubbing incessantly against the outside of her vagina. She didn't know what it was, but she trembled with fear.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled, lifting Wen Qingqing's legs and pressing them against her body, forming an "M" shape, making her beautiful vulva even more prominent.
Wen Qingqing didn't have much pubic hair, but the thick, lush hair was extremely charming. Her virgin vulva, never touched before, was a deep red, tight, and delicate, the small opening incredibly alluring.
Zhao Zhijing knew he had to act quickly and decisively. Ignoring the woman's still somewhat difficult passage, he thrust his large penis against her vulva, penetrating Wen Qingqing's virginity with a powerful thrust.
Wen Qingqing felt her lower body suddenly forced open by something thick and hard. How could she not understand what was happening? She...she was being raped by Qing soldiers!?
Zhao Zhijing whispered in Wen Qingqing's ear, breathing heavily, "Remember this moment, little girl, I, Lu Xiaofeng, will break your hymen!"
With that, he thrust his penis in forcefully, piercing deep inside, directly breaking Wen Qingqing's hymen.
Wen Qingqing's vagina was already quite dry, and the penetration had caused her pain. This forceful penetration felt like her soul was being torn in two. Her lips turned white with pain, and though she opened her mouth, no sound came out. Despair filled her beautiful face, a picture of utter desolation.
Zhao Zhijing ignored her, his penis thrusting in and out of her incredibly tight virgin vagina with a brutal, ruthless force, his hands kneading Wen Qingqing's beautiful breasts, leaving finger marks on her alluring nipples.
Blood, a symbol of purity, flowed from their point of union, increasing with each merciless thrust.
Wen Qingqing felt excruciating pain, especially with each thrust of that thick thing, feeling as if her flesh was being torn apart, her lower body seemingly about to split open.
The intense pain made her mind somewhat hazy, yet her thoughts drifted back to fragments of her time with Yuan Chengzhi.
She remembered how she, disguised as a man, first met him on the ship. He, seemingly simple-minded, called her "Brother Qing," yet still loyally helped her out of trouble.
Afterwards, he always protected and doted on her.
Back at Wenjiabao, she met him for the first time in women's clothing, seeing his amazed and endearingly foolish expression, feeling both shy and proud.
For her sake, he had broken the Five Elements Formation of her five grandfathers. From that moment on, she made a vow that in this life, she would only think of him, love him, and marry him to be his little wife, bearing him children...
Brother Yuan, Qingqing... Qingqing loves you so much...
At this moment, the man once again thrust deeply into her, his glans slamming against her flower core. Wen Qingqing was instantly pulled back from her sweet memories to the cruel reality.
Waaah... Waaah...
This villain has defiled my body, I... How can I face Brother Yuan now!? Waaah...
It hurts! Waaah... It hurts!! I, I, Wen Qingqing, must kill him! I must kill this villain!
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was getting more and more into it, holding the girl's long and beautiful legs on his shoulders, his penis moving in and out rapidly, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing with each thrust.
Wen Qingqing lay naked on the pile of withered grass in the prison cell. Her fair and tender breasts swayed with each thrust, her rosy nipples hard and alluring.
Zhao Zhijing's penis was already quite large, and Wen Qingqing, being a southern woman, had a delicate and slender body. Even her vagina was shallow and narrow, and the tender flesh of her flower naturally squeezed his penis with unparalleled pleasure.
As she was being penetrated, Wen Qingqing murmured absentmindedly, "Lu Xiaofeng... I'll kill you... I'll definitely kill you!"
Zhao Zhijing said smugly, "Kill me? Hehe, your vagina is so tight, it's really killing me.
Why don't you put in more effort and squeeze me to death on the bed, hahaha."
Wen Qingqing didn't refute, but innocent tears kept flowing, even soaking the black veil covering her face.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing seemed to hear shouts coming from above the prison. His heart tightened, and he forgot all about flirting, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts, relentlessly pounding into Wen Qingqing's virgin vagina like a storm.
Wen Qingqing, already exhausted, was subjected to such merciless brutality and cried out in pain, "Ah! Ahh...it hurts...it hurts so much...wait...it hurts...wait...don't...don't do this...ahh...wait..."
Zhao Zhijing thrust in and out over a hundred times, feeling he had enough, and then leaned close to Wen Qingqing's delicate ear, grinning maliciously, "I'm going to ejaculate. Catch all my semen and give birth to a chubby baby!"
Wen Qingqing was immediately terrified. She had heard bits and pieces about this from her mother when she was still young, knowing that if a man's semen entered her, she would become pregnant.
If...if this villain got her pregnant, then...what would she do?
Her pretty face turned deathly pale with anxiety, and she pleaded through the excruciating pain, "No... please... don't... don't shoot inside... ah... oh... don't... don't shoot..."
Zhao Zhijing felt a tingling sensation in his glans, and Wen Qingqing's virgin vagina was sucking at him like a fish's mouth, making it unbearable.
He chuckled, "So, you traitor, you're finally begging for mercy? Fine, praise me a few times, say I fucked you so well, make me happy, and I'll consider your request."
At this moment, the hatred in Wen Qingqing's heart was so intense that even the waters of five rivers couldn't wash it away. This villain not only raped her but also humiliated her in this way.
But the fear of being impregnated overwhelmed everything else, and she could only suppress her nausea and begin to moan clumsily. Actually, the pain in her lower body had lessened slightly, and her body began to secrete lubricating fluids to adapt to the man's thick penis, making it easier for the penis to enter and exit.
Seeing her trying to suppress her discomfort and begin to moan, Zhao Zhijing laughed and said, "Speak up, is it good for me to fuck you?"
As he spoke, he thrust hard a few more times, making the girl cry out in pain.
Wen Qingqing gritted her teeth, panting heavily, and could only reluctantly whisper, "It feels good... oh... it feels good... oh oh oh oh..." But her voice choked with sobs, and she couldn't continue.
Zhao Zhijing snorted and said, "Speaking so reluctantly, ptooey, just enjoy the feeling of being filled, haha." As he spoke, his penis began to twitch.
Wen Qingqing shuddered, both shocked and furious. Forgetting all dignity, she pleaded repeatedly, "It feels so good, ah, you're fucking Qingqing so good... Please don't ejaculate... ah... don't ejaculate inside... It feels so good... sob... I feel so good..."
Zhao Zhijing sneered, "Too late, enjoy it!" With that, he thrust his penis forcefully into the deepest part of the girl's flower chamber, the glans pressing against her clitoris, and a large amount of hot semen gushed out.
Wen Qingqing screamed, feeling the man's ugly thing swell inside her, then gushing hot streams into the deepest part of her flower chamber, knowing that this villain had ejaculated inside her.
She felt a dizzying sensation; the beautiful picture of growing old with Yuan Chengzhi, surrounded by children, that she had always dreamed of was shattered by cruel reality. Instead, the terrifying image of herself, heavily pregnant, carrying this villain's bastard child, surged into her mind like a nightmare.
"Sob... kill me... sob... villain... sob... I... I don't want to live anymore..."
Wen Qingqing's voice was like a cuckoo's mournful cry, utterly tragic.
Zhao Zhijing, however, felt an indescribable pleasure. He had been holding back for three years, finally releasing his pent-up desire, deflowering the beautiful Wen Qingqing, and even ejaculating inside her, giving Yuan Chengzhi a huge cuckold's horns. The thrill was indescribable.
He slowly withdrew his penis, now empty, looking at the girl's newly deflowered vagina, a mess of white semen mixed with blood seeping out, her vulva clearly swollen and red—a truly pitiful sight.
Wen Qingqing lay on the ground with her legs spread, motionless as if dead, her body trembling slightly, her fists clenched, her teeth biting her cherry lips, tears streaming down her face.
At that moment, shouts and cries of fighting came from outside the prison. Zhao Zhijing quickly dressed, gave Wen Qingqing's beautiful breasts a few more rough squeezes, chuckled, and dashed out of the prison.
As he burst out of the prison, he found Yuan Chengzhi, who had recovered somewhat from his injuries, had stormed in, already killing the guards at the prison entrance and about to burst in.
Zhao Zhijing moved like lightning, passing by Yuan Chengzhi without even letting him see his face.
Yuan Chengzhi, too, had no time to pay him any attention, and strode into the prison.
A scream echoed from within: "Qingqing, Qingqing!"
followed by the girl's heart-wrenching wails.
Zhao Zhijing, however, was already far away, secretly chuckling, "Yuan Chengzhi, you've been with her for so long, yet you still insist on maintaining your gentlemanly facade and not taking advantage of her. Serves you right for being cuckolded, hehe. Isn't Wen Qingqing, this beauty, naked, legs spread, her cunt dripping with semen, beautiful? Hahahaha...
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