[Wuxia] Sword's Hatred and Passion (Complete) - 9

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Chapter 30 of "Sword's Hatred and Passion":

A hand caught the falling carrier pigeon, removing the note tied to its leg. Cao Cheng, carrying the pigeon and the secret letter, hurried into the inner hall. The Ninth Prince and other high-ranking officials of the Eastern Depot were waiting for a reply from the spies planted around Li Mu and his group.

Cao Cheng went outside and handed the secret letter to his adoptive father, Cao Jie, who then presented it to Cui Yingyuan, the commander of the

Embroidered Uniform Guard. Cui Yingyuan then presented it to the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince picked up the paper and opened it; there wasn't a single word on it. He took out a bottle of medicine from his robes, opened the cap, and poured some onto the paper. The wet paper revealed lines of writing. This was a special communication pen and a revealing potion used by the Eastern Depot. Words written with this pen wouldn't appear without the special potion, so even if a secret letter was intercepted halfway through its transmission, the recipient wouldn't know what was written on it.

The Grand Eunuch carefully read through the document once, then handed it to Xu Xianchun beside him. Xu Xianchun then passed it on to Cui Yingyuan. Cao Jie, however, was not qualified to see such confidential information and could only speculate with suspicion.

The Grand Eunuch smiled slightly: "Cao Jie, your grandson is quite capable. He has delivered a lot of useful information so quickly. I will reward you handsomely."

Cao Jie was overjoyed, but his face showed a flattered expression: "Your Excellency is too kind. I would go through fire and water for Your Excellency without hesitation. I dare not accept Your Excellency's reward for such a small merit." "

You have followed me for so long, you should know that I always reward and punish fairly. Since you have made a contribution, I will naturally reward you. Stop talking nonsense. Xianchun, have your men take me to my treasury to collect 100,000 taels of silver,"

the Grand Eunuch said impatiently.

Cao Jie kowtowed repeatedly to thank the emperor for his great favor and followed Xu Xianchun's men to receive their reward. The Ninth Prince pondered for a moment and asked, "Tell me, when will that brat Li Mu make his move?"

Cui Yingyuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said, "Father, these traitors dare to plot against you and the emperor! Such a heinous crime deserves the extermination of nine generations of their families! Just give the word, and I'll immediately mobilize the entire Imperial Guard to raid his home and wipe out his entire family, along with those Jianghu scoundrels."

"Heh, Little Cui, your temper is still as fiery as ever. Knowing your enemy is the key to victory. Those so-called righteous people aren't truly united; they're just barely together. What's there to fear from a disorganized bunch? Although Li Mu is a talented general, he can't control these arrogant fools. What use is Shi Kefa, a mere scholar? A scholar is useless. Even his teacher, Zuo Guangdou, was defeated by me. What can such an incompetent and mediocre person do to me besides shouting slogans?"

"That Pang Zheng is quite strange. He instigated a few old guys to play with Liu Aoxue and even had his adopted son impersonate Feng Wutian to absorb her power. Isn't he afraid that Feng Wutian will find out and tear them to pieces? Everyone in the Li family will probably be implicated. What is this guy up to?"

The Ninth Prince frowned.

Xu Xianchun stepped forward and said, "Father, according to the intelligence files collected by my subordinates, Pang Zheng was originally the sworn brother of Master Tiemen of the Qingcheng Sect. When the Qingcheng Sect was destroyed by Feng Wutian, he entrusted his disciple Wang Yilong to Pang Zheng. Pang Zheng adopted him as his son. It seems that he wanted to take this opportunity to take revenge on Feng Wutian. He was just taking his anger out on Liu Aoxue."

Cui Yingyuan lewdly said, "These old guys are quite lucky with women. I heard that Liu Aoxue is as beautiful as a fairy. She was tricked into bed by an unknown nobody and had all her power absorbed. Hehe..."

He fantasized about joining that lewd and exciting feast.

"Is that so? Sounds good, but I always feel he has ulterior motives!"

After a period of contemplation with his eyes closed, the Ninth Prince opened them, his eyes gleaming sharply, drawing the attention of everyone who dared not meet his gaze.

"Anyway, I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time, so I'll take this opportunity to loosen up!"

the Ninth Prince said slowly.

Xu Xianchun asked in surprise, "Father, what are you going to do?"

The Ninth Prince waved his hand, signaling him not to ask any more questions, and then said, "Any news about Feng Wutian and the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Lord?"

"Feng Wutian disappeared after the battle of Tianxiang Flower City, but according to eyewitnesses, he was seen escaping from the explosion, though he seemed to be covered in flames and was probably seriously injured. The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Lord has received a message from Dong San Niang and is leading his disciples day and night to the capital to avenge his son."

"Feng Wutian will not die easily, and the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Lord is considered one of the top poison masters in the martial arts world. I really want to meet them."

The Ninth Prince thought for a moment and then said to Xu Xianchun, "Reply to the Li family and tell them to continue their covert operations and report to me immediately if there is any news."

"Little Cui,"

the Ninth Prince asked Cui Yingyuan, "is your sworn brother reliable?"

Cui Yingyuan immediately replied with a beaming smile, "Father, rest assured, my sworn brother and I have been friends for over ten years, sharing life and death. He has a high reputation in the martial world. Li Mu and the others all believe he is on their side, but in reality, he is just a sharp blade that the child planted among this group of rebels."

"Very good. As long as he does his best to serve me, he will be rewarded with wealth, honor, high office, and generous salary. As for those who oppose me, they will all die without a burial place!"

After saying this, the Ninth Prince casually flicked his hand, and a finger strike pierced through a fine bronze incense burner weighing several hundred kilograms four zhang away. The remaining force of the finger strike hit the lamp screen on the pillar, but the lamp screen remained unbroken.

Everyone around him exclaimed in admiration: "Father's martial arts are unparalleled!"

"Grand Eunuch's martial arts are peerless!"

The Ninth Prince also smiled slightly, clearly quite satisfied with his own progress in martial arts. Good martial arts need a good opponent to prove themselves, the Ninth Prince thought to himself.

Cui Yingyuan carefully took out a stack of silver notes from his robes and presented them, saying, "Father, the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce has jointly submitted a petition with three million taels of silver notes, requesting that you exempt Jiangnan from commercial and mining taxes. They claim that the court has imposed too many taxes on them over the years, which they can no longer bear. If you can persuade His Majesty to exempt Jiangnan from taxes, they will offer a generous reward."

"Hmph!"

The Ninth Prince snorted coldly, took the silver notes from his hand, counted them, and said coldly, "These unscrupulous merchants are really willing to spend money. They think they can get rid of their taxes with three million taels of silver? Dream on! I'll take the money. This year's taxes can be waived, but getting rid of them is wishful thinking. The war outside the Great Wall is in full swing, like a bottomless pit. They earn more money, so of course they should pay more taxes. In the past, they relied on those hypocrites from the Donglin Party to back them up and repeatedly made things difficult for the late Emperor, using the name of righteousness to refuse to pay taxes. If their taxes are exempted, then the taxes will naturally fall on the shoulders of those small farmers. It would be strange if they didn't rebel. That would truly be chaos in the world!"

Cao Jie, with Cao Cheng, happily returned to his own mansion after receiving a reward of 100,000 taels of silver. As a eunuch, he couldn't have sex with women, so he was even more greedy for money. He was overjoyed, touching the mountain of silver piled on the table, when a servant came to report, "Your Excellency, Vice Minister of War, Lord Ma Shiying, has arrived."

"Oh...he's here. Quickly take away this silver and invite him in."

Cao Jie ordered his men to move the silver away and brew two cups of tea, waiting for Ma Shiying.

A moment later, a handsome man of about thirty-five or thirty-six, dressed in official robes, slowly walked into the hall. Upon seeing Cao Jie, he bowed deeply and said, "Greetings, Eunuch Cao. Ma Shiying greets you."

"Oh dear, Lord Ma, your rank is higher than mine. It's too much for this old servant to bow to you,"

Cao Jie said with a forced smile.

Ma Shiying smiled and said, "Thank you for your efforts in facilitating my marriage with Yawen. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

He then took out a box from his robes and presented it with both hands.

Cao Jie's face hardened. "Lord Ma, what do you mean by this? This old servant has never accepted more than a tael of silver from others in my life."

In his heart, however, he was calculating the value of the contents of the box.

Knowing his thoughts, Ma Shiying casually placed the box on the table and said, "Father-in-law, consider this my betrothal gift for marrying Yawen. I know you are honest and upright, but this is a token of my sincerity. It would be disrespectful of you

not to accept it." "Oh dear, really, Lord Ma, you're so kind. I can't refuse."

He said, hurriedly putting the box into his pocket.

Ma Shiying chuckled inwardly: This old fellow is famously honest and upright,

yet he insists on putting on airs in front of others. It's truly disgusting.

Cao Jie took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said, "Lord Ma, I have something to say upfront. I've watched Ya Wen grow up since she was a child. She's been clever and quick-witted since childhood, and even the Ninth Prince is quite fond of her. He and I both hope that she can have a happy life in her later years. If you marry her, it's just to use her to curry favor with us. To be honest, I'd rather not have these gifts you've sent."

"In our line of work, there's no tomorrow. All the civil and military officials in the court hate us to the bone. If something happens to me one day, she will probably be implicated as well. Ya Wen grew up in the Eastern Depot. Once she leaves the Eastern Depot, she will lose my protection. If our enemies come after her... If you want to marry her, you must forge an identity for her beforehand. She absolutely cannot marry into your Ma family as my adopted daughter."

Cao Jie stared intently at Ma Shiying and said coldly.

Ma Shiying, however, smiled without changing his expression, saying, "Father-in-law, you are overthinking it. Shiying has truly fallen in love with your

daughter. Your daughter's identity is different from ordinary people, so I have already prepared a new identity for her: the daughter of Liu Fufei, a wealthy man from Hebei." "Oh, I didn't realize you were so devoted to Yawen. But you already have a wife, a concubine, and two sons, right? Will Yawen be mistreated as your concubine?"

Cao Jie said with a gloomy expression.

"Father-in-law, please rest assured, my wives and concubines have always lived in harmony. After I marry Yawen, I will certainly not mistreat her,"

Ma Shiying said sincerely.

"Ah, Lord Ma, please don't take offense. It's Yawen's good fortune to marry a second-rank official like you. However, she is my adopted daughter after all. I mentioned this to her, and she said she needed to consider it for a while. Now, go see her and ask her if she's willing to marry you. Cheng'er, take Lord Ma to see your sister."

Cao Cheng said, determined that if Yawen didn't want to marry Ma Shiying, he would never return the betrothal gifts. He

casually opened the box, and inside was a jade horse, pure white and inlaid with dozens of precious gems, worth at least tens of thousands of taels of silver. Underneath the jade horse was a stack of silver notes, totaling at least two hundred thousand taels. As expected of a second-rank official, he was indeed generous. Yawen would definitely live a life of luxury with him. Cao Jie had made over two hundred thousand taels of silver today, making the old man ecstatic.

Cao Cheng led Ma Shiying to a secluded courtyard. The courtyard was filled with exotic flowers and plants, their fragrance wafting from afar. Cao Cheng entered the courtyard and gently knocked on the door, saying, "Sister, Lord Ma has come to see you."

A melodious female voice came from inside: "Lord Ma has arrived? Please wait a moment while I change."

The two waited outside. Cao Cheng seemed somewhat annoyed, as their conversation with Ma Shiying hadn't gone well. After a short while, Cao Yawen opened the door and emerged.

She was dressed in a colorful, peony-patterned long dress, adorned with a golden phoenix hairpin, exuding elegance and beauty. Her graceful steps towards them possessed an indescribable charm; her slender waist seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch. Having shed her Jinyiwei uniform and donned women's clothing, Cao Yawen was even more stunning and ethereal.

Ma Shiying couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss Cao is truly a celestial being descended to earth! If I could marry her, it would be an immense blessing!"

Cao Cheng coughed and said, "Sister, Lord Ma has asked my godfather for your hand in marriage. He wants to know your thoughts. You need to think carefully. Lord Ma... he already has a wife, concubines, and two sons..."

From his tone, it was clear he didn't want his sister to marry Ma Shiying.

Ya Wen said calmly to Cao Cheng, "Brother, would you like to go out for a bit? I want to talk to Lord Ma alone."

Cao Cheng left reluctantly, while Ma Shiying said sincerely, "Miss Cao, I truly have a heart full of love for you. Although I have a wife, concubines, and two sons, I will never mistreat you..."

"Lord Ma, it's truly remarkable that you, neither a member of the Nine Thousand Years' faction nor the Donglin faction, can hold a second-rank official position!"

Ya Wen interrupted him meaningfully.

“Ha, Miss Cao, do you think I want to marry you not to become a disciple of the Ninth Prince? I have no interest in joining any faction. Miss Cao has followed Eunuch Cao for many years in handling cases and must have offended many people. If you marry into my Ma family, I will first create a new identity for you. In other words, marrying you will not bring me any benefits in my career. I just really like you!”

Ma Shiying said, looking into her eyes.

Ya Wen stared into his eyes for a while, then smiled sweetly and said, “You are telling the truth. Marrying you might be a good choice for me. Let me think about it for a few more days. I don’t doubt your sincerity, but you have to kill two people for me first.”

Cao Cheng waited outside for a long time before seeing Ma Shiying come out excitedly, smile at him, and leave. Cao Cheng hurriedly went into the courtyard and asked, “Sister, have you agreed to marry him?”

Ya Wen stared blankly at a flower in front of her and slowly said, “I will eventually get married. I don’t love him, but marrying him is indeed a good choice.”

“If you don’t love him, why marry him? What happiness can there be in such a marriage!”

Cao Cheng said excitedly.

“Brother, this is my own decision. I’m all grown up now, and you don’t need to make decisions for me anymore,”

Yawen said, turning around.

“Sister, all these years, don’t you… don’t you understand… don’t you understand my feelings for you!”

Cao Cheng suddenly became agitated, his face flushed red. Yawen

sighed and said, “Brother, I’m your sister. There’s no way we

can be together.” “No, I’m your sworn brother. We’re not related by blood. When you were little, if you wanted to go up the mountain to pick fruit, I would carry you from the bottom to the top. But since you grew up, I… I’ve never even touched you…”

Cao Cheng became more and more agitated, his eyes filled with tears.

“Brother, you’ve always taken care of me and protected me since I was little, but I’ve only ever felt brotherly love for you, not romantic love at all. I’ve decided to marry Ma Shiying. At least he can give me a stable life. And you… you should resign from your position in the Embroidered Uniform Guard as soon as possible. Ma Shiying will help you find another job.”

“No, I don’t need his help. It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me, brother, but why marry him? What happiness can that lecherous man give you? Listen to me and reject him. Wouldn’t it be better if we remained good siblings and stayed together with our adoptive father?”

Cao Cheng’s tone was almost pleading.

Ya Wen hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, “Brother, I’ve said everything I can. I’ve made up my mind to marry him. If you still care about our years of brotherly love, then don’t be violent towards me. I won’t see you out.”

With that, she turned and went inside, closing the door behind her.

“Ah…”

Cao Cheng let out a desperate cry, punching her chest seven or eight times before walking out of the courtyard dejectedly.

Ya Wen leaned against the door, tears streaming down her face. She didn't want to hurt her sworn brother like this, but it was something that was bound to happen sooner or later. She had to plan for her future. Even though the Ninth Prince was powerful now, what about the future? What were the fates of eunuchs who held power in history?

If the Ninth Prince fell one day, they, the Imperial Guards who served him, would inevitably face the furious retaliation of the ministers who had suppressed them for many years. They would probably die without a burial place. Ma Shiying did not belong to any faction in the court and was also considered to be of high rank and power. Marrying him was just a helpless way for her to protect herself in this chaotic world. She didn't have much ambition; she just didn't want to be hurt.

"I must kill them," Ya Wen resolved once more. Zhang Zhen's persistent harassment had filled her with utter loathing. This guy was nothing more than trying to trick her into bed and use her to climb the social ladder. Unfortunately, she wasn't the kind of naive girl easily fooled. Having grown up in the Eastern Depot, she was adept at understanding people's hearts. He wouldn't stop until this scoundrel was dead. And…

she couldn't help but recall that night when he pinned her to the ground, stripped off her outer garments, and ripped off her undergarment. Although he hadn't meant to, and hadn't gone any further, such humiliation still filled her with shame and anger. She had to kill him. Ya Wen gritted her teeth, and Yun Ao's face seemed to appear before her eyes. Qi Yun Ao… I must kill you…

She was about to marry Ma Shiying; she couldn't let such a person always linger in her heart. His eyes were so clear; she had never seen such righteous eyes before… This made her heart… No, he had to die…

"Ugh..."

Ao Xue helplessly swallowed the semen that the sixth man had ejaculated into her mouth. She really couldn't understand why these men seemed to have inexhaustible energy. Those terrifying fleshy rods seemed to be able to continuously spray out that white, disgusting liquid. Her anus was already numb with pain. Her torn anus mixed with blood and the semen that the men had ejaculated into her body flowed down. The beautiful girl with unparalleled martial arts skills was now lying on the floor like a rag doll, panting weakly. Her eyes were only fixed on her brother-in-law who had fallen not far away, hoping that after she let these lewd men abuse her, they would let her brother-in-law go.

"This is so exhilarating!"

Zi Ning sat in the chair, regulating his breathing while still greedily admiring every inch of Ao Xue's skin and hair. After decades as a Taoist priest, today he felt he was experiencing the greatest pleasure in life. In Ao Xue's rear entrance, his penis was invincible, making the beautiful girl who had humiliated him a few hours earlier taste the greatest pain. Entering and exiting her slender and delicate body gave him an unprecedented sense of conquest. The more she cried out in pain, the more excited he became, and the more powerful he thrust.

Such a beauty was someone he could play with for a lifetime! Zi Mang, half-lying on the bed, was also still lustful, but he had ejaculated too violently earlier and was temporarily unable to continue. However, he felt a strong urge to urinate, obviously the wine he had just drunk had turned into urine and he needed to relieve himself. Remembering the humiliation and embarrassment of Ao Xue knocking him into the pool and making him a drowned rat, he stood up, walked to Ao Xue's flawless body, exposed his unworthy member, and urinated on her.

Warm, yellow liquid mixed with a nauseating stench poured over Ao Xue's body, from head to toe and legs. Zi Mang gave Ao Xue a thorough urination bath. The others, seeing this lewd and exciting scene, could no longer restrain themselves. They channeled their inner energy, forcing out the alcohol in their stomachs and spraying it at Ao Xue. Poor Ao Xue, her inner energy drained and exhausted, didn't even have the strength to dodge. She could only close her eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare.

Wan Jie, still not satisfied, grabbed Ao Xue's mouth and shot urine directly into her throat. Ao Xue was wearing a mouthguard, so he wasn't afraid she could bite. The hot, foul-smelling urine flowed down her throat and into her stomach, making her feel as if her stomach was churning. Tears of humiliation streamed down her face. Ao Xue vowed that once she regained her strength, she would slaughter these beasts. For her brother-in-law, she had no choice but to endure this humiliation.

After the six men finished urinating, they saw that Ao Xue was completely soaked. Her long, wet hair clung to her face and body, and her jade-like body was covered with a layer of yellowish-orange urine, emitting a strong stench. They were all smug and laughed, pleased that such a beautiful woman had been given a urine bath by them.

At this moment, Pang Zheng went out and pulled in a man from outside. It was Jue Ku. Jue Ku's eyes were bloodshot, saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he was trembling uncontrollably. Pang Zheng laughed triumphantly, "Master, you touched this slut's breasts earlier, and your crotch was bulging. You even had to bend over to cover it up. How hypocritical! I saw it all clearly. Now, take this opportunity to enjoy this cheap slut that you can play with for free!"

With that, he pushed him forcefully onto Ao Xue.

Ao Xue saw that it was Jue Ku and couldn't help but whisper for help, "Master... save me..."

But Jue Ku grabbed one of her jade feet and frantically licked it. The rosy sole and the white instep reflected a dazzling luster under the light. Her feet were covered in urine, but Jue Ku licked her soles, finding it more delicious than any delicacy in the world. His tongue darted around her soft soles...

At first, Ao Xue felt extremely humiliated, but the tingling and itching from her soles made her uncomfortable all over, gradually the itch reaching her heart. "Oh...no...oh...ha...ha...hahaha...it's so itchy..."

Ao Xue finally couldn't bear the intense itching on her soles. Tears streamed down her face, yet her moans were mixed with laughter.

The lewd men around her laughed loudly. "This slut is so cheap!" "

She's being licked on the soles of her feet by a monk and she's still laughing!"

"The successor of the Star Moon Palace is so lewd!"

"She pretends to be a saintly woman, but she's lewd to the core!"

Hearing their mockery, Ao Xue felt ashamed and cursed herself for her weak will. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her soles. Jue Ku had begun to bite her soft soles forcefully.

"Oh...it hurts...stop...you lewd monk..."

Aoxue felt the other man biting harder and harder, and she wanted to kick the evil man away, but she couldn't muster any strength in her legs. Fortunately, Jueku let go after biting for a while, but a line of shocking teeth marks was still left on her fair sole.

Pang Zhengdu gasped. This old bald thief usually had a solemn and dignified appearance, but after being drugged, he really showed his true nature and was even more ruthless than them!

Jueku's big tongue began to roam all over Aoxue's body again, his teeth nibbling at her sensitive areas, which made Aoxue feel both pain and itchiness. Unfortunately, she was too weak to stop the other man's violation. Finally, the old monk could no longer bear it, so he took off his pants, stood up his erect penis, and thrust it hard into the flesh between Aoxue's legs that he had been dreaming of.

"No..."

Aoxue felt a foreign object being inserted between her legs. Her worst fears had come true. Exhausted, she somehow found a surge of strength and managed to lift herself more than a foot off the ground, trying to throw Jueku off. Jueku's internal energy was suppressed, but he was also consumed by lust. He wrapped his arms around Aoxue's waist and squeezed her large breasts hard, his thumbs and forefingers pinching the red nipples. He pressed his entire body against hers...

Neither of them could muster internal energy, relying solely on physical strength in their struggle. Although Aoxue was young, she had already exhausted herself during her lovemaking with Yilong, and after being repeatedly violated by the lecherous men, her resistance to preserve her chastity was merely a last gasp. She was quickly overpowered by the superior and energetic Jueku.

Aoxue reached back and grabbed wildly, her fingernails scratching five bloody marks on Jueku's face in the chaos. Jueku was enraged and used his right arm to strangle her neck, while his left arm grabbed Aoxue's hands, pressing his body tightly against her back. Aoxue continued to struggle desperately, arching her hips upwards and kicking her long legs rapidly. However, Jueku used his knees to pin down the backs of her legs, pinning both her hands and legs down so she couldn't move.

Jueku seemed to be using all his strength to tighten his arms around her. Aoxue's head was squeezed high, making it hard for her to breathe, her face flushed red, and her tongue slowly protruded.

Jueku's thick penis thrust rapidly in and out of her honeyed orifice, quickly exhausting her strength as she struggled. Her lower abdomen grew increasingly hot, and her juices flowed incessantly from her crotch. Her body had once again betrayed her chastity, her jade-like form involuntarily convulsing with the thrusts of the lecherous monk behind her…

The scene before her eyes grew increasingly blurry. She felt the speed of his thrusts increasing, and she understood what was about to happen but was powerless to stop it. All she could do was desperately utter "Oh… Oh…"

sounds, pleading with these lecherous men to come to her rescue.

Just as Jueku's semen was about to erupt into Aoxue's pure and precious womb, which had never received a single drop of semen, Pang Zheng grabbed Jueku's shoulders and pulled him off Aoxue.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft."

Powerful streams of semen shot directly onto Aoxue's buttocks and legs. Jueku let out a frustrated and desperate wail, while for Aoxue, it was a great weight lifted from her heart.

Not feeling any heat entering her body, Ao Xue breathed a sigh of relief. If these lewd beasts had ejaculated into her uterus, she truly wouldn't want to live anymore.

Pang Zheng, having knocked unconscious the still struggling Jue Ku with a finger, lewdly laughed, "Slut, I'm a man of my word. As long as you obey, no matter how much we play with you, we won't break your virginity and ejaculate into your cunt. It's getting late, and we've had enough fun. We'll find you again sometime. Feng Wutian is now in our hands; you have no room for bargaining. If you dare to tell anyone about this, we'll chop up his testicles and feed them to the dogs."

With that, he carried the still-fainting Yi Long on his back, while Zi Ning supported Jue Ku on the ground. The lewd thugs walked out of the house triumphantly.

Ao Xue opened her small mouth, wanting to say something, but she was too tired to utter a single word. She had suffered humiliation and

was exhausted that night. Now, seeing them leave with Feng Wutian, she was powerless to stop them. Her mind was shaken and she fainted... Under the blazing sun, a small teahouse on the official road was doing fairly well. Fortunately, there was no famine or bandits in this area, so it was quite peaceful. The owner of the teahouse had been running it for seven or eight years and employed two assistants to brew tea and serve water to passing merchants.

Several burly men, all bare-chested and drenched in sweat, arrived on the official road that day. As soon as they entered the teahouse

, they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Anyone alive? Give me a few bowls of water, I'm fucking thirsty!" The waiter hurriedly smiled obsequiously and poured them tea. These men were the kind you couldn't afford to offend; a single disagreement could lead to a fatal fight. In the past, fights between江湖人士 (jianghu figures) had occurred here over trivial matters, sometimes resulting in death. The murderers would simply walk away without paying for their tea, and when the officials arrived, they couldn't find the killers and extorted a dozen taels of silver from the teahouse to settle the matter. The waiters didn't want to cause any more trouble for the teahouse.

Fortunately, these burly men seemed unwilling to cause them any trouble, focusing only on drinking water and chatting, completely ignoring them.

Another carriage approached on the official road. The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, stopped the carriage by the roadside and said to the passengers, "Ladies, there's a teahouse here. Would

you like some water to quench your thirst?" A melodious voice, as gentle as a heavenly melody, came from inside the carriage: "Pan'er, let's get off and have some water."

"Okay, Mother, let's get off together. I'm a little tired after such a long carriage ride."

A beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen jumped out of the carriage, arm in arm with a woman in white veiled at the waist. The woman was slender, her long dress trailing on the ground, and her face was obscured by the veil, but just by looking at her figure, one could tell she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. The several burly men who were chatting stared at her, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The young girl glared at them fiercely and was about to speak when the woman in white shook her head and said, "Pan'er, don't cause trouble."

The two women were Liu Aoshuang and Li Pan'er. On the day Aoshuang severely injured the God of War, she went into the cave to take care of Pan'er. When she came out of the cave again, she was shocked to find that the God of War was still alive and had escaped. She knew that it was no longer safe for her to stay in the valley. The God of War could bring many experts from the Demon King's Palace to besiege them at any time. She had no choice but to take Pan'er, pack her belongings, and flee to the Central Plains to join Feng Wutian.

Those martial arts practitioners, being righteous people who did not engage in lewd acts and worried about tarnishing their reputations, stopped looking at the two women and continued discussing recent major events in the martial arts world. When they mentioned Qi Yun'ao's slaying of Li Yingyang, Pan'er whispered to Aoshuang, "Mother, it was this beast surnamed Qi who defiled my purity! You must stand up for me!"

Aoshuang nodded and said, "So young yet so unruly. Don't worry, Mother will definitely teach him a lesson for you."

At this moment, an old man and a bald boy of about ten years old walked along the official road. The old man was extremely tall with a full head of white hair and a long, flowing beard. Aoshuang glanced at him and her expression changed. With her martial arts skills, she could immediately sense that he was a top master of the time. The boy beside the old man was looking at the two women with a wicked smile, holding a chicken leg and gnawing on it.

As the group of martial artists chatted, they began discussing Feng Wutian and Liu Aoxue's rampage at Shaolin Temple. Liu Aoxue had killed the Shaolin Abbot, Jueci, with a single blow, and Feng Wutian had killed hundreds of Shaolin monks for her sake before willingly surrendering and successfully escaping. The old man shook his head and sighed, "I really shouldn't have left Shaolin."

A burly man overheard this and stepped forward, saying, "Old man, are you also from Shaolin? Would you be willing to go with us to the capital to participate in the execution of the eunuch?"

At that time, many sects in the martial arts world originated from Shaolin, and many lay disciples of Shaolin were highly respected in the martial arts world, so it wasn't surprising that the old man claimed to be from Shaolin.

The young man immediately jumped up and shouted, "Do you know? My master is the famous..."

"Arhat, how many times have I told you, don't talk nonsense!"

The old man glared at the young man, who was so frightened that he immediately dared not say another word.

"Mother, I've told you so many times, but you just won't believe me. Father really has an affair with Aunt Xue!"

Pan'er whispered to Aoshuang.

Aoshuang remained silent, but she already believed it to some extent. Along the way, she had heard many rumors about her husband and her sister's affair. Aoxue looked extremely similar to her, so perhaps her husband mistook her for her. After all, Aoxue was only a nineteen-year-old girl, and it wasn't entirely her fault that she had an affair with her brother-in-law. Although Aoshuang was unhappy, they were her closest relatives. She would find them and clarify things. Even if two women shared one husband, it wouldn't be unacceptable. In those days, it wasn't uncommon for men to marry their sisters as wives and concubines at the same time.

"Old man, Feng Wutian and Liu Aoxue, that scoundrel couple, are wreaking havoc on the martial world. We, the righteous people, all have the right to kill them. We..."

The burly man was trying to persuade the old man to go to the capital with them when suddenly Pan'er slammed her hand on the table and cursed, "You dog, are you tired of living? How dare you insult my godfather, Feng Wutian?"

Aoshuang frowned. She was also angry that the burly man had insulted her husband and sister, but Pan'er's loud outburst was tantamount to revealing their identity to others, which would likely cause endless trouble.

The burly man was startled and took two steps back, drawing his broadsword. "You... what are you to that villain?"

"Girl, I am Li Pan'er, the adopted daughter of the Sword God Feng Wutian. Today you dare to insult my godfather! I will knock your teeth out!"

With that, Pan'er's figure blurred, and her palms flew as she lunged at the burly man. The other burly men also hurriedly drew their weapons and stepped forward to help.

Pan'er's jade-like palms danced swiftly, enveloping several burly men in a flurry of palm strikes. While her martial arts skills had always been mediocre, Ao Shuang had recently taught her the "Willow Catkin Palm Technique"

and "Butterfly Through Flowers Palm Technique" from the Star Moon Palace. Although her training was short, it was more than enough to deal with these second- or third-rate martial artists. Ao Shuang watched as Pan'er used the "Willow Catkin Palm Technique," forcing the men to merely parry, and secretly nodded in approval. She felt that although her adopted daughter's aptitude wasn't particularly high, with diligent practice, she could eventually teach her the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill."

She knew that Li Pan'er would surely master the martial arts she had taught her, but she never imagined that years later,

Li Pan'er, having mastered the skills she had imparted, would use the name of the Star Moon Palace to wreak havoc on the martial arts world, becoming a fearsome witch. But that's a story for another time. Pan'er's fighting became increasingly smooth, and several burly men were beaten so badly they were unable to fight back. One of the men was still cursing, "You little bitch... how dare you use sorcery to harm your grandfather..."

Pan'er was furious and struck him squarely in the chest, knocking him to the ground and knocking over a bench. The shopkeeper and waiter nearby were complaining bitterly, cursing the heavens for sending such a bunch of scoundrels to their door.

Pan'er drew her long sword and sneered, "Today I'll leave a mark on you dogs!"

With that, she thrust her sword straight at the burly man's face. Having experienced a series of humiliations, she had become ruthless and was no longer the innocent girl she once was. Just as Ao Shuang was about to speak up to stop them, a chicken bone shot out and struck Pan'er's sword, causing her arm to go numb and her sword to deflect. She looked up and saw that the one who threw the chicken bone was the little bald boy who was eating chicken legs. She angrily said, "Little bald boy, you're not with them. Be smart and don't meddle in my business."

"Pah, you ugly woman, I didn't know you didn't even have teeth if you didn't open your mouth. Pah, pah, pah, with such a crooked nose, why don't you go find a block of tofu and kill yourself instead of showing off!"

The little bald boy's cursing left Pan'er stunned for a moment, then enraged. That day, when she was forced to swallow the Mad Dog Pill and fought Jiang Jing in the cage, several of her front teeth were knocked out by the other party, and her nose was also broken. Although it was healed, it did look slightly crooked. She had always been resentful about this, feeling that she was disfigured, and she hated it most when others mentioned it. This little bald boy's reckless words violated her taboo, and she immediately became furious. She shook her hand and thrust her long sword into the other party's heart.

"Stop!"

Ao Shuang saw Pan'er about to kill the child and was about to use her finger to seal her acupoints when she heard a "snap."

The long sword in Pan'er's hand inexplicably bounced up and landed on the beam. Pan'er was so shocked that she took several steps back. Ao Shuang knew that the old man had made the move and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "Old man, my adopted daughter has offended your disciple. I have failed in my discipline and apologize."

The little bald man laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright. This ugly girl is rude, but you, her mother, are very polite. Take off your veil and let me see."

"Enough, Luohan. You are still impure in your six senses. If you cannot restrain your lustful thoughts, you will never be able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts in the future."

The old man said.

"Masters, Luohan doesn't need to be the best in the world in martial arts. Just having a master's skill is enough to shake the world!"

The little bald man said in a frivolous manner, but his eyes were fixed on Ao Shuang's high and bulging breasts, and he swallowed hard. Knowing the other party was no ordinary person, Ao

Shuang stepped forward and bowed, saying, "May I ask what your name is, senior, and who you are, this master from Shaolin?"

The old man sighed and said, "Before I left the monastery, I had a Dharma name at Shaolin called Jue Chen." Upon hearing this, Bai Sha was also shocked. Jue Chen was the head of the five great monks of Shaolin. He had been obsessed with martial arts since childhood, and his martial arts skills were even higher than those of Abbot Jue Ci. However, three years ago, he left the monastery for unknown reasons. Now, he had actually appeared here. Her husband and sister had killed the abbot of Shaolin and hundreds of Shaolin monks. The enmity between them was as deep as the sea, and Jue Chen would certainly not let it go. "I am Liu Ao Shuang from Xingyue Palace. Sword God Feng Wutian is my husband. Is Master Jue Chen here to avenge his fellow disciples?" Ao Shuang asked directly and neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Madam Feng, please refrain from using the title 'Master.' I have already returned to secular life and am no longer a member of the Buddhist order, but as a descendant of Shaolin, I still cannot sever the bonds of kinship. It is truly heartbreaking that my kind and humble junior brother Jueci died such a violent death. Even if the Sword God is justified, I must intervene in such a brutal killing of Shaolin disciples. Hasn't he already escaped from Shaolin Temple? Let him come and meet me, let him know that Shaolin martial arts are not to be trifled with, and that he should not be arrogant and think that he can do whatever he wants just because he is highly skilled!" Juechen glanced at Pan'er and said coldly. "My husband has a fiery temper and has offended your esteemed sect. This young lady apologizes to... to the old gentleman!" Aoshuang said, bowing. "I dare not accept such praise. It is your husband's evil deed that has nothing to do with you. The sins of parents should not be visited upon the wife and children. However, Madam Feng and your daughter will have to make do for now and come to the capital with me. I will spread the word in the martial world that I will fight the Sword God fairly. If he arrives, you may leave on your own. If I die in battle, I will have no regrets." Juechen was clearly determined to capture Aoshuang Pan'er and force the Sword God to show himself and fight to the death in order to salvage Shaolin's lost reputation and honor. Pan'er, glaring at him, cursed, "You bald monk! My godfather is invincible! You only captured him through despicable means, and now you're pretending to be benevolent by using us as hostages to deal with him? You're delusional! Mother, why don't we join forces and kill this bald monk now, saving my godfather the trouble." Luohan chimed in, "Ugly girl, my master's word is law! Unless your godfather is too cowardly to fight him." He then turned to Aoshuang with a fawning smile, "Sister Shuang, my master would never harm you. Just give in to me... just trust us." Aoshuang ignored the bald boy's glib tongue and simply smiled calmly at Juechen, "Master Juechen was once the number one master of Shaolin. My husband has long wanted to learn from him, but he's never been one to be held hostage. If he knew that Pan'er and I were being held hostage by him, wouldn't he cause trouble for the Shaolin monks again? Husband and wife are one; his business is my business. Please, Master Juechen, enlighten me." Although her words were gentle, they clearly indicated that she would not compromise. Jue Chen sighed and said, "All troubles come from sticking your neck out!" After saying that, he walked out of the teahouse, crossed the official road, and stood on the wilderness a few dozen feet away. He waved his hand and said, "Madam Feng, please. If you fight here, don't hurt others." Ao Shuang lightly leaped out as if her feet didn't touch the ground. Her lightness skill was truly unparalleled in the martial arts world, even surpassing her sister Ao Xue. Luo Han looked at her and thought she was truly like a fairy from the heavens, floating in the void. He was so happy that his eyes lit up and his mouth drooled. Juechen, upon seeing the woman's lightness skill, knew she was also a rare and exceptional master. He himself had fought countless battles without a single defeat since his debut, even the infamous notorious lecherous rogue, Meteor, had fallen to him. In his view, apart from the Compassionate Elder Feng Wutian and the Old Ancestor of Tianshan, no one in the world was worthy of being his opponent. He was surprised that this woman, barely thirty, possessed such skill. However, he still said in a deep voice, "Madam Feng, you are a woman. I will give you two moves, please." After all, he was confident in his own abilities and dared not underestimate her, but he still offered to let her have two moves, partly to show his magnanimity, and partly to observe her martial arts style. "Thank you, sir. Please be careful." Aoshuang knew her opponent's martial arts were extremely high, and if she yielded, she would have little chance of winning. She lightly moved her jade hand and simply placed a palm directly on her chest. She was always afraid that her opponent was old, and if she killed her, it would deepen the hatred between her husband and Shaolin, so she only used thirty percent of her strength in this palm strike. As her jade palm touched Juechen's chest, Aoshuang felt as if she were pressed against an iron wall; Juechen's tall body remained completely still. "Madam Feng, are you looking down on me with only this much power?" Juechen said coldly. Aoshuang increased her inner strength to seventy percent, but it was quickly dissolved by her opponent like mud in the sea. She knew that her opponent's inner strength was extraordinary, so she had no choice but to unleash her full power by raising the Xuan Tian Xing Yue Gong to ten percent. Juechen also felt her opponent's inner strength being pushed out like a torrent, and he was surprised. He thought that her inner strength was probably even greater than Jueci's. It seemed that his junior brother's death at her hands was indeed due to his inferior skills. He opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Good inner strength..." A huge impact force erupted from his body. Even with her profound inner strength, Aoshuang was shaken so badly that her blood churned and she was thrown back more than ten feet. Her jade hands were sore and numb, and her face turned pale. Several cracks more than ten feet long appeared on the ground beneath Juechen's feet.

At this moment, Juechen's entire body shone with a golden hue, resembling a golden statue. Luohan exclaimed in surprise and delight, "Master has used the 'Indestructible Vajra Body'!

For him to unleash such a divine skill, this great beauty is truly a peerless master!"

Aoshuang, while regulating her breathing, thought to herself, "The Indestructible

Vajra Body is said to be the highest level of protective divine skill in Shaolin. Those who cultivate it to the highest level are impervious to blades and spears, and are immune to water and fire. Even divine weapons cannot harm them. If Juechen has already cultivated to the highest level, she probably doesn't have much of a chance of winning. She can only place her hopes on the remaining move." Thinking

of this, she unleashed the "Colorful

Butterflies Fluttering" move from the "Butterfly Palm" technique

, simultaneously using her unparalleled lightness skill. In an instant, her body seemed to transform into dozens of people attacking Juechen at the same time, while her jade hands transformed into countless butterflies, simultaneously striking all 108 acupoints on Juechen's body. The countless butterflies flew straight towards the golden light, like butterflies flying towards a flame.

The sound of "slap slap slap slap" was incessant, and the golden light mixed with the butterfly palm shadows and the energy radiating in all directions.

Fortunately, the two were far enough away from the teahouse that they wouldn't endanger anyone else, but the enormous impact still made the shopkeeper, the two waiters, and a group of martial arts heroes dizzy. In their eyes, it was like gods fighting; if they got within ten feet of the two fighting, they would probably be torn to shreds by the force of their energy. Luo Han was extremely excited, but he was also worried about his master and the beautiful woman. After all, he didn't want either of them to get hurt. Li Pan'er, on the other hand, had an unpredictable expression, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Suddenly, the golden light began to spread and grow brighter and brighter. Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

With a loud "boom," the colorful butterflies surrounding the golden light were all shattered, and a beautiful, soft body was thrown more than ten feet away. Ao Shuang's white dress and veil had been shattered, revealing her devilish figure and a golden, tight-fitting battle suit.

Luo Han felt his crotch tighten instantly, his mind screaming, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I never imagined there could be such a stunning beauty in the world. I'd be willing to shorten my lifespan by ten years just to sleep with her once!" The others in the teahouse were also stunned by Ao Shuang's breathtaking beauty, speechless with envy. Pan'er, seeing everyone's attention focused on Ao Shuang and completely ignoring her, felt a surge of jealousy and hatred.

The golden light dimmed slightly, and Jue Chen's figure reappeared. A line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Luo Han exclaimed, "Master, you're injured!"

Jue Chen, however, smiled and said, "I've never been injured since I achieved the Golden Body Without Shield. I never imagined that today, after only letting Madam Feng have two moves, I would be injured by your palm strike. Finally, I've met an opponent worthy of my battle. If Feng Wutian is stronger than you, then my battle with him will definitely be an earth-shattering battle that shakes the martial world. Madam Feng, two moves have passed, and now I'm going to go all out."

Ao Shuang had just launched a series of attacks from all directions ... Having struck Juechen with over a thousand palms, she discovered that Juechen's protective divine skill grew stronger with each strike, and some of her own palm force was even reflected back. Fortunately, her internal strength was also extremely profound, and she was wearing a protective protective garment. However, even her outer garment and veil were shattered by the residual force of the rebound. She had struck all 108 acupoints on Juechen's body, but none of them were her weak points. Clearly, Juechen's "Indestructible Body"

and the War God's "Unbreakable Divine Skill"

had both reached the level of no-shield. Juechen's internal strength was far superior to the War God's. The chances of winning this battle were already quite slim, and now she had no choice but to fight with her back against the wall.

Juechen chanted a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha... Buddha."

With the last "Buddha," she used the Shaolin divine skill "Lion's Roar."

A powerful sound wave rushed straight towards Aoshuang, instantly making her ears ring and her vision blur. Even dozens of feet away, the people felt dizzy and disoriented. The shopkeeper and two waiters, who had no foundation in internal strength, immediately collapsed to the ground.

Juechen's figure blurred as he appeared before Aoshuang

, unleashing a powerful "Great Vajra Fist." The massive fist struck Aoshuang through and through, causing gasps from the crowd. They then discovered Aoshuang had appeared behind Juechen, striking him on the back of the head. It turned out Aoshuang's movements were too fast; Juechen's fist had only struck the afterimage left by her rapid movement. However, Juechen's reaction was equally swift, retaliating with a punch aimed directly at her face, clearly intending to fight to the death.

Aoshuang, unprotected by her protective armor, knew that if either of them were hit, she would be at a greater disadvantage. She could only retreat and leap to dodge Juechen's punch.

The force of the punch slammed into the ground with a deafening "BOOM!", creating a crater over two feet deep and one foot square.

Aoshuang knew that in a direct confrontation, her internal energy was inferior to her opponent's. While using the "Hundred Battles Immortal Armor"

could greatly enhance her power in a short time, the armor was not without its drawbacks. Excessive absorption of its power could potentially cause a backlash with dire consequences.

Jue Chen, having missed his punch, roared in anger,

the sonic wave of "Lion's Roar" causing Ao Shuang in mid-air to pause

. He seized the opportunity to unleash his "Hundred-Step Divine Fist," a powerful punch aimed at Ao Shuang from over ten feet away. Ao Shuang, intending to exhaust Jue Chen's internal energy, took a breath mid-air and gracefully dodged the punch.

Jue Chen unleashed dozens of punches in quick succession, breaking trees and cracking the ground, but Ao Shuang's reactions were incredibly fast, and his unparalleled lightness skill allowed him to change positions in mid-air without touching the ground. He could predict the direction of Jue Chen's punches before they even landed, thus always successfully avoiding his "Hundred-Step Divine Fist." "

Hmph, trying to exhaust my internal energy? Your wishful thinking is wrong." Jue Chen silently activated his "Yi Jin Jing,"

a black-level internal energy technique. A black aura began to emerge within the golden protective aura, and with both divine skills activated simultaneously, his internal energy flowed inexhaustibly.

"Take this!"

Jue Chen shouted, throwing a punch. Ao Shuang's body shifted, but strangely, she didn't feel any force passing by. Jue Chen continued throwing over thirty punches, yet still, no force seemed to penetrate her.

Could it be that he was running out of stamina? Impossible. With his internal energy, he wouldn't have exhausted it so quickly. He was probably trying to feign exhaustion to lure her into a preemptive attack. Ao Shuang was certain Jue Chen was playing a trick, so she ignored him and continued to stall him, unaware of the slight smile playing on Jue Chen's lips. Following

Jue Chen's punches, Ao Shuang dodged, suddenly feeling a heavy blow to her back from the impact of a hammer. Her blood churned violently, but thankfully, her protective armor prevented internal injuries. What happened? Had someone attacked her from behind? She glanced behind her, but there was no one there. Who had attacked her from behind?

At this moment, her breath caught in her throat as Juechen's fist struck, its force already tearing through the air. This time, she couldn't dodge in time and could only meet it head-on with her palm. The force of their attacks collided, and Aoshuang, caught in mid-air with no leverage, was thrown backward. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been struck heavily in the back, and a sharp pain shot through her leg. At this moment, she finally understood: Juechen's internal energy had reached the pinnacle of his skill, allowing him to solidify her fist's force and slowly float it in the air. His punches were like traps laid in the air, increasing in number, waiting for her to run into them. Although the power of his punches had weakened considerably, they were still enough to catch her off guard.

Seeing that Aoshuang was trapped in his fist's force traps, Juechen unleashed even more powerful punches. Some of his punches were slow and focused, while others were fierce and unstoppable, making it impossible for Aoshuang to predict or defend against them. In the blink of an eye, Aoshuang was trapped by hundreds of his punches, and the space she could dodge was constantly being compressed.

Knowing she would surely lose if things continued this way, Ao Shuang steeled her resolve and channeled the inner force of the eighth level

of the Xuan Tian Xing Yue Gong, simultaneously unleashing the extraordinary power of the "Hundred Battles Immortal Robe." Instantly, a powerful force surged into every acupoint of her body, multiplying her power and radiating a dazzling golden light comparable to Jue Chen's "Indestructible Vajra Body."

The powerful protective energy instantly shattered all the fist energy surrounding her. At the same time,

she raised both palms, unleashing the highest secret technique of the Xing Yue Palace, the "Star River Divine Palm." Instantly, the area within ten feet around her transformed into a deep, dark cosmic dome, with countless stars shining and pressing down on Jue Chen.

Juechen was startled, not expecting that Aoshuang's skill was still untapped, actually able to break through his own fist technique. Seeing that the opponent's starting stance was already so powerful, he no longer hesitated and clasped his hands together, his whole body radiating red light. This was the "Great Sun Buddha Palm" that Jueci had used when he fought Aoxue at Shaolin Temple.

This was the supreme martial art of Bodhidharma in subduing demons and monsters. In the past hundred years, only he and his junior brother Jueci had mastered it. In fact, the "Great Sun Buddha Palm"

is divided into four forms. Jueci only mastered the first form, "Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere," and stopped

there. Juechen, on the other hand, was extremely talented and mastered the second form, "Buddha Saves All Demons," and

the third form, "Boundless Buddha Dharma."

Only the fourth form, "Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage,"

remains unmastered.

His skill surpassed even Jueci's. "Great Sun Buddha Palm,"

the first move, "Buddha's Light Illuminates All,"

was completed in a few breaths, almost simultaneously striking Aoshuang. The two earth-shattering internal forces collided, creating a deafening explosion, turning the area within a ten-zhang radius into a ghostly realm.

Aoshuang felt Juechen's palm force crashing down like giant waves. She relied on

the miraculous power of the "Hundred Battles Immortal Robe" to amplify her strength, but it was difficult to sustain the fight. She could only grit her teeth and endure. The powerful, scorching palm force caused a sweet taste in her throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her body flew dozens of zhang high, barely managing to deflect the opponent's palm force with her agility and power.

Juechen was

also in a difficult situation. "Star River Divine Palm," equally fierce, blasted his body nearly ten zhang into the ground. The hard earth within a ten-zhang radius was pulverized by the palm force, turning into soft sand. Fortunately, his protective divine skill was astonishing, allowing him to redirect the palm force underground. A line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Juechen, rarely encountering a peerless master like Aoshuang, was injured but his fighting spirit only intensified. After a moment of recuperation, he unleashed

the second move of the "Great Sun Buddha Palm," "Buddha's Salvation of Ten Thousand Demons."

Legend has it that this move was modeled after the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha's resistance against the temptations of ten thousand demons before attaining Buddhahood, using his supreme Buddhist power to deliver tens of thousands of demons from the demon realm with a single palm strike, thus achieving enlightenment.

This move was incredibly astonishing even in its opening stance; the ground began to shake violently, and the roots of the surrounding trees were exposed. Truly, the landscape changed color even before the Buddha's palm was unleashed.

Aoshuang barely managed to suppress her injuries, but seeing her opponent's fierce attack about to strike, she had no choice but to continue using

the miraculous power of the "Hundred Battles Immortal Robe." Before the backlash could occur, she used all her strength to defeat Juechen. Her "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill," propelled by the miraculous power

of the "Hundred Battles Immortal Robe,"

broke through its limits once again. She felt that if she put in just a little more effort, she could vaguely enter the ninth level of the realm. But now, the bowstring was on the string and she had to release it.

The strongest move of the "Star River Divine Palm," "Falling Stars,"

was unleashed with all her might.

Countless palm strikes, like meteorites falling to earth, unleashed their final bursts of light, hurtling towards Juechen, who lay in the deep pit. At that moment, a beam of red light shot out from the pit—Juechen's "Great Sun Buddha Palm,"

second move, "Buddha's Salvation of Ten Thousand Demons,"

was unleashed simultaneously.

The two earth-shattering palm forces clashed and intertwined in mid-air, the powerful airflow shooting dozens of feet away. Even those in the teahouse were affected; the innkeeper and two waiters were knocked unconscious, tables and chairs were overturned, half the roof of the teahouse collapsed, and the horses pulling the cart by the roadside were startled, requiring the driver to desperately hold onto the reins to prevent them from fleeing. Several martial artists and Pan'er struggled to maintain their balance, and even Luohan was forced to cling to a pillar by the force of the wind.

After the deafening roar, the wilderness dozens of feet away was shrouded in dust, as if ravaged by a category 10 typhoon. It took a long time for the dust to settle, revealing Juechen and Aoshuang both slumped in two large craters in the wilderness, clearly healing themselves. The attack had obviously drained a great deal of their energy, but Juechen, with his superior internal strength, quickly regained his golden complexion. Aoshuang, however, was in dire straits; her face grew increasingly pale, and sweat poured down her forehead.

Suddenly, Aoshuang coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Her worst fears had come true. Her internal energy was completely depleted, and she could no longer control the

strange power of the "Hundred Battles Immortal Robe." That powerful force was running rampant within her, and if she couldn't resolve it, she would inevitably suffer a qi deviation.

Juechen, seeing Aoshuang's condition, knew she was too weak to fight any longer. Trembling, he rose and walked forward step by step. Suddenly, he heard Li Pan'er shout, "Old thief, let us go immediately if you don't want this little thief to die!"

Juechen turned around and saw Pan'er holding Luohan to his neck with a long sword. Luohan cried out in terror, "Masters, save me! I don't want to die!"

Juechen was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Fine, you can go."

Pan'er glared at him and said, "This little thief wants to stay with us as a hostage. If you catch up, I'll cut off his dog's head immediately."

With that, she helped Aoshuang up while still holding Luohan hostage, saying, "Mother, can you still walk?"

Aoshuang Just now, having barely managed to suppress the backlash from the strange force with his own power, he gasped, "I...I can...go...go quickly..."

Juechen watched as the two women took his disciple hostage and boarded the carriage. The few martial artists, seeing that he dared not step forward, were even less daring and watched helplessly as the carriage drove away. At this moment, Juechen could no longer hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground. It was a close call. If Pan'er had taken the initiative to attack just now, he probably would have had to fight her to the death. The fierce battle just now had almost exhausted ninety-five percent of his internal energy, and he had only managed to overwhelm his opponent with his outward aura. Now, he would need at least a day to recover some of his power. He just wondered why this little Luohan had intentionally allowed the other party to take him hostage.

Two days later, at the Yue Lai Inn in Ku Shui Town

, Tie Furong and Xiao Feng helped Ao Shuang walk towards the hot spring pavilion behind the inn, with Pan'er following closely behind. The goddess constable and her maid had been tracking the lecherous thief Wang Du for three days and three nights. Wang Du had repeatedly committed crimes of raping women in the capital, and the women he had raped were several well-known female martial arts masters in the capital. After being raped, they lost their internal energy, became mentally confused, and would bite anyone they saw. They had obviously been poisoned by Wang Du's "Mad Dog Pill."

Tie Furong was filled with hatred and anger and did not care about settling scores with the Ministry of Justice. With her superb tracking skills, she quickly discovered Wang Du's whereabouts.

Wang Du, clearly unwilling to fight them head-on, fled the capital. Tie Furong, however, was determined to capture him and avenge the women he had violated. Since Ao Xue had already made peace with the righteous masters, she assumed they wouldn't dare cause her trouble under Lord Li's nose. Therefore, she and Xiao Feng pursued Wang Du, intending to capture him alive within a few days. This time, they would sever his meridians, rendering him incapable of further evil.

One day, they arrived at a small town and, seeing it was late, checked into an inn. Unexpectedly, they encountered Ao Shuang, Pan'er, and the captured Luo Han, who were also staying there. Upon first meeting, Furong almost mistook her for Ao Xue. Only after exchanging names did she realize she was Ao Xue's sister, the wife of the Sword God Feng Wutian. Furong immediately used her inner energy to help Ao Shuang heal.

With her help, Ao Shuang's internal energy recovered by 30%, and her injuries were mostly healed. She was also surprised and delighted to learn that her younger sister had defeated various sect leaders in the capital and helped the Sword God and the righteous path resolve their hatred. After healing, the group learned that there was a hot spring in the inn and decided to go for a soak. Luo Han, however, was immobilized and left in a guest room, as he was Jue Chen's disciple, and Fu Rong hoped to use him to inform Jue Chen that Shaolin had resolved its hatred with the Sword God.

There was a hot spring in the town, which was later converted into a hot spring resort by a local wealthy merchant, with separate pools for men and women. The four women paid their money and entered the women's pool, where they saw steaming water and twenty or thirty naked women enjoying themselves, while a group of maids massaged several of them.

Fu Rong sighed, "I never thought there would be such a pleasant place here. Xiao Feng and I can come here to soak often in the future."

Xiao Feng laughed, "Miss, don't just stand there, hurry up and take off your clothes."

Having said that, she loosened her outer robe and belt, and Furong and Pan'er also began to undress. Aoshuang only took off her outer dress but not her "Hundred Battles Immortal Robe."

Furong said, "Sister Shuang, it's so uncomfortable to bathe in this tight-fitting garment. Let's take it off and... let's all bathe together."

She blushed a little as she said this.

"I'm sorry, Sister Furong, I promised my husband that I would never take off this precious robe before we meet."

Aoshuang said helplessly.

"Sisters, please don't make things difficult for my mother. This precious robe has miraculous healing effects, and my mother wants to use the heat of the hot spring combined with the magical power of the robe to heal her injuries."

Pan'er said with a smile from the side.

Furong smiled and said, "I see. Then let's hurry into the pool so we don't catch a cold."

The three women had already taken off their clothes and were naked, helping Aoshuang into the pool.

Three snow-white bodies quickly attracted the attention of the women in the surrounding pools. Among them was a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a tight-fitting golden bodysuit, who was resting with her eyes closed in the water. Bubbles began to rise around her, and the other women, seeing her

, felt ashamed of themselves, as if she were a celestial being descended to earth. Pan'er glanced sideways at Furong. This beautiful, world-class goddess, aside from her slightly dark complexion, possessed flawless skin and a strong, slender limb. Her breasts resembled two large, inverted jade bowls, no less impressive than Ao Xue's. Her pubic hair was thick, and her mons pubis was quite full. Her long hair, soaking in the hot water, exuded the sensuality of a mature woman. Her maid, Xiao Feng, was about the same age as Pan'er, but not much less beautiful. Compared to Furong, Xiao Feng was petite and cute, with small, underdeveloped breasts, slender, snow-white arms and legs—a rather attractive young woman.

"I never imagined there were so many beautiful women in the world. Compared to them, I seem increasingly ordinary," Pan'er thought bitterly. Ao Shuang and Ao Xue possessed the love of the Sword God, Tie Furong had the prestigious title of the world's number one female constable, and her maid, Xiao Feng, was respected both in public and private. And what about herself? She was just an insignificant nobody. Although she was the daughter of the Sword God, she frequently suffered defeats, was brutally violated by the Jiang family and Wang Du, forced to have sex with Li Mi, and even forced to take a mad dog pill and engage in a shameless naked fight in front of everyone. Thinking of these shameful past events, she couldn't help but grit her teeth, wishing she could exact a thousandfold revenge on those who had humiliated her. But currently, her strength was too weak. She needed to obtain the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Technique" from Ao Shuang and

master its internal energy cultivation before she could truly rise to prominence.

At this moment, a woman walked towards them. Furong stared intently and saw that the woman had no hair. She was over forty years old, but her figure was still full and elastic—a middle-aged woman who had been a great beauty in her youth.

"Master Liao'en, what are you doing here?"

Furong knew most of the sect leaders. Several years ago, she had cooperated with Master Liao'en to destroy the "Black Dragon Gang," a gang that had stolen disaster relief funds.

Since then, the two had had several interactions and their relationship had always been good.

Liao'en smiled and said, "Head Constable Tie, I thought it was you from afar. I didn't expect to see you here. Is there a big case you're handling?"

Furong said, "Yes, I'm chasing a lecherous thief named Wang Du. By the way, Master, you're also going to the capital to participate in the execution of eunuchs, right? Your disciple Lian Xinyi is also in the capital with Qi Yun'ao and the others from the Longwei Escort Agency."

"Oh, Xinyi is with the people from the Longwei Escort Agency. She should have gone back to Mount Emei."

Liao'en frowned.

"Master, it's a long story. That day we went to Lord Li's residence..."

Furong then told Liao'en everything that had happened in the capital during that time.

Outside the bath, a slender figure was secretly watching the jade-like bodies in the pool. The person who came was Luohan.

Haha, the day I pretended to be captured and taken hostage was so that I could find an opportunity to see the beautiful woman's body properly. Unfortunately, Ao Shuang never took off her tight-fitting clothes. She usually only drank water and hardly ate anything. Luo Han was also very anxious because he never saw her defecate. To make matters worse, he ran into Tie Furong and her maid, who were also top beauties, at the inn. After his acupoints were sealed, he secretly used his internal energy to break through them and followed them into the bathhouse to spy on the women's bodies. He was so engrossed in watching that his nose almost bled. He was also masturbating by tightly gripping his rock-hard little monk with his right hand. Unfortunately, Ao Shuang never took off her tight-fitting clothes to reveal her body.

Luo Han retreated to the dressing room and took down the clothes, pants, boots, and stockings of the four women from the rack, inhaling their body odor intensely. Ao Shuang only removed her outer skirt, and Luo Han could only inhale the captivating fragrance while secretly weeping. He sought solace only in the undergarments of the other three women. He grabbed Fu Rong's underpants, noticing the silk material, and smelled a strong stench of urine.

Strange, doesn't this goddess constable change her underpants regularly? Her cunt smells so bad? He grabbed Xiao Feng's underpants and smelled the same thing. He, finding this "ugly girl"

utterly uninterested, spat on her underpants and tossed them aside. Then he unbuckled his belt, wrapped Fu Rong's underpants around his little monk, and vigorously rubbed them.

"Oh...so good...so good!"

The intense pressure and the stimulating imagery of his sexual encounter with Aoshuang quickly caused Luohan's little monk to ejaculate, soaking Furong's entire underpants. Not satisfied, he grabbed Xiaofeng's underpants and used them to wipe the little monk's flushed head. Still not done, he channeled his inner energy, feeling a sudden urge to defecate. A yellow dragon quickly emerged from his anus. He wiped it, picked up Furong's soft leather boots from the ground, and smelled them, sensing a strong, sweaty odor.

Heh heh, this is perfect! Luohan stuffed his hands into the boots and evenly smeared feces inside. Afterward, he smeared the remaining feces inside Xiaofeng's equally sweaty blue satin boots. The sweaty smell masked the stench of the feces, making it less likely they would notice.

Luo Han imagined the two beauties, Furong and Xiaofeng, wearing underpants stained with his semen and boots smeared with his feces, feeling increasingly pleased with his perverted behavior.

Suddenly, he heard a noise outside and quickly turned to hide behind a stone pillar in the bathhouse. He saw a fat man tiptoe in, take several centipedes from his pocket, and place them in Furong, Xiaofeng, and Pan'er's boots...

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