[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 6

The first chapter of the third volume of the main text describes the three major forces of

the Three Thousand Great

Demonic Sect: the "Netherworld Mountain Sect," the "Heavenly Palace," and the "Underworld." These forces can be considered the root of the chaos and turmoil of the world. The leaders of these three forces—"Yan Huang" Jun Nitian, "Tian Wang" Di Shitian, and "Dizang" Mo Tuofo—are all ruthless and powerful figures who can manipulate events at will.

"Tian Wang" Di Shitian, the master of the "Heavenly Palace," is said by some to be no less powerful than "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian, who is hailed as the number one figure in the Demonic Sect. However, since the two have never fought, it is impossible to determine who is stronger.

The "Heavenly Palace," led by Di Shitian, has nine top masters under its command: "Two Prime Ministers, Three Generals, and Four Flying Celestials." Combined with "Tian Wang" himself, who is known as "The Annihilator of All Directions," the "Heavenly Palace" is actually the most well-rounded and powerful of the three major factions within the Demonic Sect. In the 343rd year of the Xuanwu era, belonging to a branch of the "Zen Sect" within the White Path Alliance, the "Western Pure Land" was a veritable Buddhist sanctuary. However, this pristine paradise was now stained crimson with blood.

A dozen or so monks, each with a different manner of death, lay scattered around the solemn Guanyin Hall. In the center of the hall, a tall, valiant warrior, exuding a chilling aura and possessing an imposing presence, stood proudly. Opposing him was a middle-aged monk, covered in blood, yet his eyes blazed with a resolute indignation; his resentful gaze, like two sharp swords, seemed to pierce through the tall warrior. The tall, imposing general suddenly spoke up: "The 'Zen Mind Sect's' 'No-Thought Zen Skill' is nothing more than this, Huikong. If you don't have any trump card to surprise this Flying Heaven, this day next year will be your death day." The middle-aged monk called "Huikong" gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Zengtian! What deep-seated hatred does our temple have with your 'Heavenly Palace' that makes you want to slaughter all thirty-six of our fellow practitioners!" The tall, imposing general was none other than Dongfang Zhang Zengtian, one of the "Four Flying Heavens" among the ten masters of the "Heavenly Palace"! His tiger-like eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent as he grinned coldly, saying, "The rise of evil and the fall of righteousness are the ironclad rules of survival of the fittest. These useless people who only know how to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures all day long will only corrupt people's hearts. Killing them is just to weed out the filth from the martial world. What's wrong with that?" Huikong trembled with excitement, pointing at Zengzhangtian and saying hatefully, "Although the righteous and the demonic are irreconcilable, your palace's brutal methods are truly intolerable! Even if this temple is destroyed by you today, justice and righteousness will always exist in people's hearts. Evil will never prevail over good!" Zengzhangtian coldly said, "Is this all you have to say in your last words...?" Huikong smiled bitterly, "This stinking body of mine is nothing to begrudged. I just can't let people underestimate the spirit of Buddhism." Suddenly, he put his palms together and chanted, "With one thought, all things become clear and empty. The Way arrives according to conditions, and Buddhahood is inherent." After finishing the chant, he pushed out his palms, sending out a highly concentrated and all-encompassing ball of energy that shot through the air towards Zengzhangtian. Zengzhangtian remained unmoved, his sharply defined features turning into a cold, arrogant smile as he sneered, "A dying struggle!" He slowly raised his right palm, forming a knife-like shape with his fingers. The powerful slash, accompanied by a deafening roar like a vengeful ghost, sliced through the air with a sharp, deadly force—his signature technique, the "Killing Blade Technique." Its murderous aura trembled like the call of death, taking a life in the blink of an eye. The Buddha-light and blade energy clashed head-on. The circular ball of light sent by Huikong deflated like a punctured sack, instantly shrinking and disappearing without a trace. Huikong groaned, staggering back several steps, blood gushing from all seven orifices, making his already gruesome expression even more pitiful. Zengzhangtian withdrew his right palm, coldly saying, "Even this final blow is futile. Huikong, you can go to the Western Paradise to meet your Buddha in peace." With that, his tall figure moved with effortless grace, instantly appearing before Huikong. His lifeless hand-blade, carrying a sharp gust of wind, slashed towards Huikong's neck. Huikong, having exhausted all strength, sighed helplessly, "Amitabha." Just as he was about to close his eyes and await death, a clear voice rang out in the air. "Spare him!" A long staff, with ripple-like waves, disrupted the tranquility of the void. A miracle, seemingly from an unknown land, appeared within the movement, forcefully blocking Zengzhangtian's decapitating blade in a gap of less than three inches. Zengzhangtian was utterly horrified. Before he could even see the uninvited guest, the magical staff changed again, its circular tremors spreading from a point to a surface, emanating a peaceful and non-aggressive aura, yet subtly sealing off all the parts of his body from which he could attack. It was as if he had been encased in several layers of inexplicable restrictions, rendering him powerless. With no way to advance, Zengzhangtian had no choice but to withdraw his attack and retreat, stabilizing his formation before seeking a counterattack—a necessary principle in the exchange of blows between masters. A handsome and refined young monk, with features exquisitely sculpted like a golden boy descended to earth, his wide-open eyes gleaming with a blend of compassion and frivolity, stood between him and Huikong, his staff held high. "Amitabha! This is a sacred Buddhist temple; how can bloodshed and violence be tolerated?" Huikong, rescued, exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and joy. "Maitreya!" The young monk turned and smiled at Huikong, his demeanor carefree and indifferent, yet carrying an air of unwavering pride, as if he could shoulder any burden. "Uncle-Master, are you alright?" Zengzhangtian asked coldly. "So it's Maitreya, the most valued new generation of martial monks in the 'Zen Intent Sect.'" For a martial monk of the "Zen Intent Sect" to successfully complete his training and descend the mountain for further cultivation, he must pass the final test known as the "Bodhisattva Path," composed of eighteen elders from the sect, before being allowed to enter the world to vanquish demons. The final trial of the "Bodhisattva Path" is extremely difficult; often, out of a hundred skilled martial monks, no more than one can successfully pass the combined test of the eighteen elders of the "Bodhisattva Path." However, on his 80th birthday, which also happened to be the day he went into seclusion, the current head of the "Zen Sect," Prajna, announced something that shocked the entire temple. He had accepted a fifteen-year-old boy as his disciple for seclusion and even had him undergo the trials of the "Bodhisattva Path." Prajna's unexpected decision was initially met with skepticism and opposition from within the temple. But when this disciple, armed only with a long staff, became the youngest person in the history of the "Zen Sect" to pass the "Bodhisattva Path," this young monk, named "Bodhi'er" Maitreya, was seen as the new hope to revive the prestige of Buddhism. Because of his young age, Maitreya wasn't even included in the "Three Heroes and Four Talents" nominated by "his own people" within the White Path Alliance. However, it was certain that he possessed astonishing potential no less than that of the Three Heroes, and given time, he would surely become another shining star in the martial arts world. *** *** *** *** Maitreya raised his staff diagonally, palms together, facing the murderous-looking Zengzhangtian, and spoke to Huikong behind him: "Uncle-Master, please step back and recuperate. Leave these evil demons to me." "Such arrogance," Zengzhangtian sneered. "Little bald monk, you've come here just to die." Without another word, Zengzhangtian's hand, carrying a chilling killing intent, slashed at Maitreya a second time. Having learned his lesson once, he dared not be careless again. He concentrated ninety percent of his power in his palm; this strike was enough to cleave gold and jade! Huikong couldn't help but exclaim, "Nephew, be careful!" Maitreya smiled nonchalantly, still retaining a childlike innocence, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, he can't hurt me." "Little brat, go to hell and spout your big talk!" The Heavenly Blade Qi pierced through his arm, his ordinary body seemingly transformed into an indestructible divine weapon. As one of the four flying celestials of "Heavenly Palace" and "Ten Directions Annihilation," he had unparalleled confidence in his own strength and didn't believe that this child monk, who was two cycles younger than him, could be his opponent.

A naive and excited smile appeared on Maitreya's face. The Buddhist divine weapon, the "Burning Lamp" staff, which he held in his hand, began to shake rapidly from stillness to all directions. The true energy he exhaled was like a tangled web, expanding outwards into a circle that formed its own universe. This perfect balance could withstand any external impact, causing the hand blade of the Heavenly Growth to "slip" off the staff.

Seeing this, Huikong exclaimed in surprise, "Three thousand great chiliocosms?!"

Maitreya smiled and said, "Uncle-Master has excellent eyesight; it is indeed the Great Chiliocosm Staff."

The Great Chiliocosm, according to the Buddha's teachings, is centered on Mount Sumeru, surrounded by seven mountains and eight seas, and encircled by the Iron Mountain. This is called a small world. One thousand of these small worlds make a small chiliocosm, one thousand small chiliocosms make a medium chiliocosm, and one thousand medium chiliocosms make a great chiliocosm. The number of great chiliocosms is one billion. The vastness of these three thousand great chiliocosms is exactly equal to the Fourth Dhyana Heaven.

The phrase "Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds" is used to describe the boundless expanse of the Buddhist universe. It was incorporated into martial arts principles by the eminent monks of the "Zen School," who created the "Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds" mental cultivation method. This method

emphasizes the state of mind rather than specific techniques, allowing the mind to follow its own thoughts and achieve

sudden enlightenment. Because of this emphasis on intention over form, the "Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds" mental cultivation method ranks among the top three most difficult of the eighty-one signature techniques of the "Zen School," if not the most difficult to master. Before accepting Maitreya as his disciple, Prajna asked him which martial art he wanted to learn. Maitreya, without hesitation, chose the Great Thousand Worlds mental cultivation method, which even his master had failed to master.

Prajna asked Maitreya why he chose this method, and Maitreya simply smiled and said, "Because I want to learn it." Prajna then concluded that this young man was destined to master the "Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds," a technique that had been lost for nearly a century, and to carry it forward.

Judging from Maitreya's performance today, it's clear that Prajna's choice of disciple was absolutely correct.

*** *** *** ***

The killing move was deflected again, but it stirred the cruel and belligerent nature of the demonic sect within Zengzhangtian's blood. At this moment, he no longer regarded Maitreya as a callow youth, but as a formidable and troublesome opponent.

He lowered his waist, gathered his energy, and with a tiger's roar, unleashed over a hundred hand strikes like a torrential waterfall. The surging energy, like a tidal wave, threatened to engulf all life and engulf Maitreya.

Faced with Zengzhangtian's strongest move, "Heaven and Earth Annihilation," Maitreya had no choice but to abandon his previous flippant smile. Gripping his staff with both hands, he uttered a soft shout: "Behold my 'Great Thousand Reincarnation'!"

The "Burning Lamp Staff," carrying the force of wind and thunder, spun wildly. With each spin, the energy contained within the staff increased. As Zengzhangtian's hand blade reached him, Maitreya roared, and the staff shot out, disappearing silently. The incredible transformation was unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand.

Zengzhangtian, however, paid no heed to the wonders of Maitreya's "Great Thousand World Staff." His hand blade, filled with unwavering killing intent, aimed to chop the latter into mincemeat.

"You little bald monk! No matter what tricks you play, you're dead today!"

Faced with Zengzhangtian's murderous aura, which seemed to devour him, Maitreya even closed his eyes, as if unable to bear witnessing what was about to happen. A compassionate Buddhist nature shone through his still-childish handsome face.

"Amitabha."

By the time Zengzhangtian finally sensed something was wrong, it was too late. The Burning Lamp Staff reappeared above his head, crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt. Fast, powerful, and precise, the concentrated and deadly strike left him no chance to dodge. The tip of the staff struck his Baihui acupoint squarely.

"Pop!" A muffled sound, like a watermelon bursting on the ground, echoed from Zengzhangtian's head. Blood gushed from his five orifices, and his body slowly collapsed like a rag doll, unable to rise again on his own.

Maitreya withdrew his staff, gazing at the fallen Zengzhangtian, and let out a long sigh: "I didn't intend to commit murder, but you've killed so many of my fellow disciples. How can I face the sect leader if I don't bring you to justice?" He turned to the heavily injured Huikong, helping the latter to his feet. While channeling his inner energy to heal Huikong

, he said, "Uncle-Master, cheer up! I'll take you to find someone to treat you immediately." Huikong weakly shook his head, saying, "Don't waste your energy, I can't go on... You must tell the sect leader that the Demonic Sect has begun its offensive against the seven major sects, and warn him to be on guard." "..."

Upon hearing this, Maitreya hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether to tell his dying uncle the truth. After much deliberation, the honesty and faith he had been taught since childhood finally prevailed over emotion. He said to Huikong, "To be honest, Uncle, the Sect Leader is suffering from a strange poison that cannot be expelled, and he has lost all his power. I was secretly sent down the mountain this time to find an antidote."

Huikong was shocked and surprised, "You... what did you say?!" In his haste, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining Maitreya's entire monk's robe red. His neck tilted to one side, and he breathed his last.

Maitreya was both surprised and grieving. He shook the gradually cooling body in his arms, calling out his uncle's name repeatedly, but he could not bring back the departed soul.

After a long, long time, the young monk seemed to finally accept the fading reality. He put down Huikong's body, stood up, clasped his hands together, and began to recite the "Great Compassion Sutra" to pray for the souls of his fellow disciples who had died heroically.

"Joy and sorrow, all return to dust; grief and reunion, all come to nothing in the end..."

Amidst the compassionate yet poignant chanting, one could almost hear a faintly formed, small but resolute determination.

*** *** *** ***

"You said Ding Shenzhao has already left 'Sword Tower'?"

"Yes." Lou Xueyi replied. Facing the world-renowned "nemesis" Long Bufei, his attitude remained neither arrogant nor humble, his demeanor gentle and courteous, making it difficult to feel hostility towards him.

"When did this happen?"

"Three days ago, Brother Ding left with Master Gui. Originally, there was no hatred between our Lou and Brother Ding; there were just some things that needed clarification. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, there is naturally no reason for us to keep you here."

Lou Xueyi stated calmly, as if stating an indisputable fact. To Long Bufei, who was unaware of the truth, there seemed to be no reason not to believe it.

He chuckled bitterly, "What a coincidence..." Despite his words, Long Bufei was secretly pleased that things were developing in a direction where they could be resolved without resorting to violence.

Lou Xueyi's gentle tone conveyed humility.

"I wonder what the relationship is between Master Long and Ding Shenzhao?"

This question was almost inevitable. Long Bufei was a revered figure in the righteous path, while Ding Shenzhao was merely an unknown newcomer to the martial world. It was difficult to connect the two.

Finding out the reason was crucial to prevent unforeseen variables from arising during the execution of the plan.

Lou Xueyi's attitude left Long Bufei with no doubt, and he honestly replied, "He is a friend of my sworn brother."

Lou Xueyi showed a slight surprise and said, "The sworn brother of Hero Long?"

"Brother Lou, please don't call me 'hero' all the time. We are about the same age, so let's treat each other as equals." Long Bufei's brows furrowed slightly as he said, "My sworn brother's surname is Jun, and his given name is Tianxie. He is a member of the 'Prison Breaker' organization."

"Jun Tianxie?!" Lou Xueyi's body trembled slightly, and his handsome eyes flashed with undisguised surprise.

Seeing this, Long Bufei asked, "Brother Lou, do you know him?"

Lou Xueyi knew that Long Bufei had noticed her earlier lapse in composure, and that the other man was definitely not a fool. Her mind raced as she quickly devised a plan, replying, "We've met once, but we're not close."

Long Bufei seemed to recall memories of his "sworn brother," and a smile appeared on his lips. "My sworn brother is quite interesting. If you get to know him better, Brother Lou, you'll definitely come to like him."

Lou Xueyi smiled faintly, "Anyone who can befriend Brother Long must be an exceptionally remarkable person."

Long Bufei changed the subject, saying, "Since Ding Shenzhao is no longer in your esteemed establishment, I dare not linger any longer. Please convey my regards to your esteemed Sword Saint senior, Brother Lou."

Lou Xueyi asked in surprise, "Brother Long, won't you stay a little longer?"

Long Bufei shook his head, saying, "I still need to find Brother Ding's whereabouts, and also inform my sworn brother that his friend is safe and sound, so he won't continue to worry."

Of course, he didn't know that Jun Tianxie had no reason to "worry" about Ding Shenzhao.

Lou Xueyi readily agreed, "In that case, I dare not delay you, Brother Long. I wish you a great victory in your final battle against that demon, the third-ranked in the world."

A sharp glint flashed in Long Bufei's tiger-like eyes, and he sneered, "Third in the world! Hmph! Before long, I will make that name the biggest joke in the world!"

"Brother Long, please take care. I won't see you off."

"Goodbye, Brother Lou, take care."

Watching Long Bufei's departing figure, a deep light appeared in Lou Xueyi's handsome eyes.

"Jun Tianxie is still alive, and he's even become sworn brothers with Long Bufei...! Two more troublesome figures have appeared in my plan. Looks like I need to speed things up."

Concealing her inner thoughts beneath a noble and elegant exterior, Lou Xueyi gazed at the top of the "Sword Tower," a faint, unfathomable smile slowly appearing on her face.

"The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, a new generation of suns changes the sky."

Lou Xueyi's two self-reflective words had a profound impact on the entire righteous alliance and the rise and fall of the forces of good and evil. To this day, no one has been able to foresee the terrifying signs.

*** *** *** ***

Red lanterns hung high, and the sounds of laughter and chatter contrasted sharply with the tranquility of the night. Beneath the magnificent architecture lay a den of iniquity and debauchery. Since ancient times, wherever there is a large, bustling crowd, the sex industry has existed.

"The Fireworks Pavilion," a veritable den of beauties, where graceful young women leaned against the railings, laughing and gesturing wildly, enough to bewitch and bewitch. A land of beauties indeed, a haven for heroes.

"Oh! Master Xiao! What brings you here today, esteemed guest?"

The madam greeted an exceptionally dashing and handsome man, none other than "The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao. With his usual masculine smile, he pulled a silver note from his pocket and, without even glancing at it, stuffed it into the madam's hand.

"I've come to see Miss Shui Furong. Is she here?"

The man's greedy expression, driven by lust for money, was evident, yet he hesitated to immediately accept the silver note. This unusual behavior surprised Xiao Yao, who asked, "Is Miss Furong not here?"

The madam wore a troubled expression; after all, dealing with piles of silver was a painful experience.

“Yes, yes… but Furong has already been booked by another customer, who specifically requested that no one else be allowed to go up and disturb her.”

Xiao Yao smiled understandingly after hearing this: “I see. It’s alright. I just need to go up and say hello to Furong, then I’ll leave right away.”

The madam frowned and hesitated, saying: “This… I’m afraid it’s still… not very convenient…”

Xiao Yao’s eyebrows furrowed, and before he could speak, a young man’s loud laughter suddenly came from upstairs, interrupting him from his half-finished sentence.

"Excellent! Miss Furong's musical skills are truly unparalleled! I am truly fortunate to hear you today!"

Xiao Yao showed a surprised expression, which turned to excitement after a moment. He said to the madam, "The guest upstairs is a brother I know. Now you can let me up, right?" After saying that, he ignored the madam's obstruction and went straight up the stairs to a side room on the left side of the corridor. He pushed open the door without any politeness and entered. Looking at the young man in the room, who was surrounded by women, he exclaimed with delight, "It really is you?!"

The young man's expression changed from lust to astonishment. Only the most observant person could see that deep in his eyes, he always maintained a clear mind like Zhuge Liang.

The boy scratched his head, forcing a bitter smile. "Why do I always run into you whenever it's a place with women?"

"Because we're the same kind of people," Xiao Yao shrugged and smiled. "I've been looking for you for so long, Jun Tianxie."

Chapter Two: The Murderous Intent

of the Red Chamber. A brazier emanating a faint, fragrant smoke filled the boudoir, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. The pink-painted walls and elegant decorations complemented each other, creating a sensual and alluring scene.

At the round table covered in red cloth, Jun Tianxie, who should have been on his way to "rescue" Ding Shenzhao, had unexpectedly wandered into a brothel, embracing two beauties. Besides the two women in thin veils, sitting directly opposite him was a stunningly beautiful woman in palace attire, possessing an exceptional air of grace and elegance.

Her mature, pinkish-white face and cherry-red lips exuded a captivating allure, the kind of woman most irresistible to men.

She clearly understood and knew how to use her innate charm. Her jet-black hair was casually tied into a bun at the back of her head, and her red robe clung softly to her skin, which was as delicate as a newborn baby's. A black belt accentuated her slender waist and emphasized her full breasts. She was a beauty sent from heaven to earth; even women would feel ashamed in her presence.

"Miss Furong," Xiao Yao smiled at the palace-dressed beauty, "It's been a long time."

This beauty was clearly Shui Furong, whom Xiao Yao had been looking for as soon as he entered the brothel. With her outstanding appearance and temperament, she should be one of the top courtesans in this "brothel." However, judging from their expressions, Xiao Yao and she were old acquaintances.

"It's been a long time." A faint, melancholic look appeared on Shui Furong's face as she sighed softly, her voice as melodious as a gentle breeze tinkling a bell: "I didn't expect you'd still remember to come looking for me."

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly: "I have many things to attend to, I simply can't spare the time."

Shui Furong's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her charming face filled with a deep sorrow that evoked pity: "Of course you're busy. As a rising star of the righteous martial arts world, every move you make is under scrutiny. How could you possibly have time to frequent brothels and visit a poor woman like me?"

Seeing this, Jun Tianxie thought to himself: "Wow! It's such a waste that this woman isn't an actress, this..." "A heartfelt confession, if I didn't know the truth, I would surely be half-bewitched."

Sure enough, Xiao Yao was caught off guard by this "heartfelt confession," his usual dashing and charming demeanor vanishing as if it had sprouted wings. He opened his mouth wide but couldn't utter a single word for a long time: "You...I..."

Fortunately, Jun Tianxie stepped in to "bravely" rescue him, first letting out a long laugh, then saying: "Brother Xiao, since you've come in, you should wait until you're seated and have heard Miss Furong's musical performance before you speak!"

Xiao Yao gave Jun Tianxie a grateful look, and the latter smiled and nodded slightly, everything understood without words.

Shui Furong sighed: "It was my oversight in hospitality. Chunhua and Qiuyue, hurry and invite Young Master Xiao to take a seat."

The two beauties, who had been leaning against Jun Tianxie like little birds, immediately turned to greet Xiao Yao coquettishly, every move exuding an irresistible allure.

Jun Tianxie raised his glass and laughed heartily, "Brother Xiao, you truly live up to your reputation as a master of romance. You've only been here a short while, yet you've already captured the hearts of all three beauties in this room."

Xiao Yao sat down and smiled, "Brother Jun, please don't tease me. I apologize for coming uninvited."

Jun Tianxie laughed, "Brother Xiao, you are indeed a straightforward person. If I don't drink these three cups, wouldn't I be doing myself a disservice?"

He implied that Xiao Yao was actually "dine and dash," and the latter, of course, understood his unspoken meaning, but pretended not to care and said, "I've been looking for Brother Jun for so many days, and I never expected to run into you here. It's truly a case of searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to me effortlessly."

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, what brings you here? It's not about a woman, is it?"

Xiao Yao chuckled and said, "Brother Jun, are you truly unaware or just pretending? Of course, it's about your friend Ding Shenzhao."

"Oh," Jun Tianxie tried his best not to show any change in emotion and tentatively asked, "Do you know where my brother is now?" "

He was originally captured by Lou Xueyi and taken back to 'Sword Tower'," Xiao Yao said straightforwardly, "but he has been released now, and it was Master Turtle who escorted him out."

"That lecherous old man?" Jun Tianxie couldn't help but click his tongue, raising his wine cup. In that case, wouldn't Long Bufei have made a wasted trip?

Originally, he had anticipated unpredictable dangers if he appeared at "Sword Tower," so he hid in this red brothel near the outskirts of town for a "vacation," waiting for Long Bufei to rescue Ding Shenzhao before appearing for a touching brotherly reunion. It seems that his wishful thinking is not going to work out.

As for why Master Gui would be so "kind" as to bail out Ding Shenzhao, it's obvious even to someone with a brain. It seems he's not an omniscient and omnipotent deity after all; things are unpredictable. But it's precisely because of this that life is full of surprises.

Jun Tianxie shook his head, calming his chaotic thoughts, and looked at Xiao Yao sitting opposite him, smiling, "I'm very grateful that you came all this way to tell me this news, but why are you so enthusiastic about my brother and me?" His upbringing had taught him never to easily trust anyone; any sudden act of kindness had its ulterior motives.

Xiao Yao thought for a moment and smiled, "If I had to say, it's that I'm very curious about the two of you."

"Curious?"

"You and Ding Shenzhao are both young men just starting out. Before this, the martial arts world had never heard of either of you. Yet one of you possesses superb swordsmanship; the other has a peculiar aura that is impossible to fathom. With your combined strength, you can contend with renowned sects like the 'Shura Hall' and the 'Sword Tower' without suffering any harm. Tell me, how could I not be curious about you?"

The fine wine Jun Tianxie was drinking suddenly seemed to turn bitter. He realized that all the information he had gathered had underestimated Xiao Yao, who gave off the impression of a lecherous playboy.

"I don't know about my sworn brother, but you really overestimate me. I don't have the abilities you claim!"

Xiao Yao raised his cup and smiled, his eyes carrying an indescribable depth: "Is that so? I think that of all the people I've met in my life, you are the most unfathomable!"

Jun Tianxie shook his head with a wry smile. This "misunderstanding" was huge. He never imagined that his seemingly perfect disguise would be seen through one day. This Xiao Yao was probably his most formidable opponent. However, whether he was friend or foe was still uncertain.

"It seems I can't change Brother Xiao's prejudice against me. What do you intend to do with me?"

Jun Tianxie adopted an attitude of leaving things to Jun's discretion. Until the final showdown, his consistent principle was to appear weak and wait for an opportunity to turn the tide.

Xiao Yao shook his head and said, "I'm not here to compete with you in scheming. I sincerely want to make friends with you and Brother Ding."

"Make friends?" Jun Tianxie asked in surprise.

“Yes, you and Brother Ding are both rare talents,” Xiao Yao said sincerely. “The decline of the righteous path and the rise of the demonic path have lasted for too long. The righteous path needs new blood like yours and Brother Ding to join it.”

Discussing the conflict between good and evil with someone as adamantly self-serving as Jun Tianxie would be a waste of breath. Even disregarding his background, he would never do something without any benefit. However, he certainly couldn't refuse Xiao Yao so directly now; if the other party became angry, it would be troublesome. So in the end, Jun Tianxie resorted to his old trick, smiling as he said to Xiao Yao, "Brother Xiao, have you heard of 'Breaking the Prison'?"

Xiao Yao's mouth gaped open as if he had swallowed three eggs: "Could it be that you are...?!"

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "Brother Xiao is a smart man; he should know that some things don't need to be said in public."

"Of course, of course," Xiao Yao nodded, "I should have realized it sooner; only a place like that could produce someone like you."

Jun Tianxie knew it was best to end the topic here, or he would reveal his secret, so he smiled and turned to Shui Furong to change the subject: "I was so busy chatting with Brother Xiao that I almost neglected Sister Furong."

"It's alright, I'm used to it." Shui Furong said, glancing at Xiao Yao again, the resentment in her eyes unspoken, sending a chill down the latter's spine.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted, and in a flash, he said, "Let's listen to the zither. Miss Furong's zither skills are unparalleled."

Jun Tianxie chuckled, "I was just halfway through when you barged in and interrupted me. I haven't even punished you yet!"

Xiao Yao laughed awkwardly, "You deserve to be punished! You deserve to be punished!"

Shui Furong gave Xiao Yao a look that seemed both reproachful and resentful, but she didn't say anything. Her ten jade-like fingers, like spring onions, gently plucked the strings, and a melodious, ethereal tune flowed out. "The silkworm spins its silk until death, the candle burns until it's ash..." With light strumming and slow plucking, Shui Furong began to sing amidst the clear and melodious zither music.

Her enchanting, plaintive voice could melt even the hardest heart, guiding the listener into a world of melancholy and sorrow. The zither music flowed like a spring, the song fell like rain, a poignant blend of wind and rain, making one unconsciously shed tears.

Jun Tianxie's eyes flashed with involuntary surprise, but he quickly suppressed it, recognizing that the music Shui Furong played was the "Heavenly Demonic Melody," a secret technique passed down within the Demonic Sect. How could a famous courtesan from the Red Chamber know such a closely guarded secret of the Demonic Sect? Jun Tianxie's mind raced, and he had already formed a rough guess about Shui Furong's background.

Shui Furong flicked her fingers, producing a clear and melodious note, and the song ended. Jun Tianxie, feigning to recover from his "enchanted" state of mind, was the first to applaud and clap, exclaiming, "Excellent! This music should only exist in heaven; how often can one hear it on earth? Miss Furong is truly wonderful!"

Shui Furong bowed slightly to Jun Tianxie and said, "Thank you

for your praise, Young Master Jun." As for Xiao Yao, he seemed not yet to have recovered from the shock of the enchanting music. After a long while, he said with a mixture of admiration and sigh, "Miss Furong's musical skills have improved again."

Shui Furong did not speak, but her beautiful eyes, which seemed capable of conveying the sorrows of the world, gazed at him with a misty, unspoken understanding.

Even the most oblivious Jun Tianxie knew that staying would only spoil the fun for others. He laughed, put his arms around Chunhua and Qiuyue's slender waists, and stood up, saying, "I suddenly feel like trying the pleasures of staying in a gentle, romantic place. Would you two ladies like to come with me?"

The two women had long harbored the intention to "sacrifice themselves for their master," but they hadn't expected Jun Tianxie to make the request before them. They were both taken aback, but quickly lowered their heads shyly, saying, "If Young Master Jun doesn't mind..." The rest was left unsaid.

Even Xiao Yao hadn't expected Jun Tianxie to be so "courteous," and said apologetically, "I didn't come for that, Brother Jun, you really don't need to..." He stopped mid-sentence when he saw Shui Furong's murderous gaze, and couldn't finish his sentence.

Jun Tianxie laughed heartily, "It's hardest to resist the kindness of beauties, Brother Xiao, you'd better watch yourself!" With one woman on each side, he and his two beautiful maids went off to another place.

Only Xiao Yao and Shui Furong, a typical handsome man and beautiful woman, remained in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. The usually self-assured and charming Xiao Yao, faced with Shui Furong's gentle affection, became at a loss, proving Jun Tianxie's saying, "The hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman."

After an unknown amount of time, Shui Furong sighed softly and said, "Am I really that unattractive to you?"

Xiao Yao shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "You know it's not like that... It's just that I'm a rootless wanderer, I don't even know where my future lies. Being with me will only harm you."

Shui Furong parted her lips slightly and said, "I already said I didn't care."

Xiao Yao still shook his head and said, "But I do care."

"Men are always like this, always have so many excuses to escape..." Shui Furong suddenly stood up, untied the belt around her waist, and in an instant, a body without an ounce of excess fat, white and delicate, was presented before Xiao Yao's eyes.

"You...you..." For the first time in his life, Xiao Yao felt like prey being stalked by a snake, his mouth dry, heat rising from his dantian to his lower abdomen, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, Shui Furong's skin faintly revealed a strange luster, and she walked towards him with light steps. Her naked body did not evoke the filth of lust, but rather possessed a holy and otherworldly charm, enough to move even a high monk. But her eyes conveyed a strong desire, her brows furrowed slightly, her lips curved in a spring-like smile, and she murmured, "But I've fallen for you... I love you... yet I hate you..." Suddenly, her body went limp, and she fell into Xiao Yao's arms as if boneless: "I'll hate you for the rest of my life..."

*** *** *** ***

Having spent a large sum of money to finally meet Shui Furong, the head courtesan of the "Fireworks Pavilion," was already a rare "luxury" for Jun Tianxie. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yao suddenly appeared, forcing him to give up his "first time." Although it was a necessary means to win over the other party, it still made him feel very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he had two beautiful maids to keep him company and "cool him off." While their skills weren't as good as Shui Furong's, they were still above average. Killing two birds with one stone was better than sleeping alone.

The three of them, laughing and joking, arrived at another room. As soon as they entered, Jun Tianxie couldn't wait to strip the two maids naked, revealing two youthful and alluring bodies.

The two women were equally beautiful, both with slender waists, full hips, long legs, and slightly rosy areolas. Their shy and seductive charm was captivating, making Jun Tianxie exclaim that he was incredibly lucky, and he no longer cared so much about being the "first to be served."

The two women, fearing that Jun Tianxie would still be resentful about his master being taken by Xiao Yao, served him even more diligently, their passionate and sensual bodies rubbing against him: "Ah…! Young Master Jun, give us the two of you!"

The two beautiful maids faced each other, centered on Jun Tianxie, rubbing against him, emitting seductive moans, their allure so intense that even without physical attraction, one could be captivated. Faced with such a passionate offensive, it's hard to imagine any normal man remaining unmoved. He'd be willing to immediately plunge into the intoxicating embrace of her, even if it meant his death. "To die beneath the peony blossoms is to die a romantic death,"

he'd say. But our protagonist, Jun Tianxie, is no hero. On the contrary, he's a master of all the lewd arts of the demonic sects, including seduction—a "wicked star." Jun Tianxie simply smiled and uttered four words: "Offering of the flesh."

The two women's expressions immediately changed, showing slight panic. Chunhua quickly forced a charming smile, saying, "Young master, what are you saying?"

Qiuyue added, "Young master, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Don't waste that precious time. Let's go to bed!"

Jun Tianxie feigned a sigh and said, "I also very much want to go to bed with you, but unfortunately, the 'wonderful goddesses' trained by Jixiangtian, one of the four flying goddesses of the 'Heavenly Palace,' are all..." "I dare not accept the 'Flesh Body Offering' technique that can make a man die from exhaustion in bed!"

Her originally charming face changed instantly upon hearing these words, faster than turning the pages of a book: "Since you are not worthy of it, then die!"

Five claws to the throat, jade feet to the groin, the two beautiful women, though exquisitely charming, were no less ruthless than the assassins of the "Asura Hall." At such close range, their sudden attacks would be difficult for even top-notch fighters to dodge without prior warning. But Jun Tianxie merely smiled calmly, as if he could not see the attack that would kill him on the spot. At the same time, he extended one middle finger of each hand, seemingly slow but actually fast, sealing the vital parts that the two women wanted to attack first. The moment

the two women came into contact with Jun Tianxie's "Nirvana Zen Finger," the absolute difference in their innate abilities immediately revealed the superiority or inferiority. They were shocked as if electrocuted and retreated in horror without success.

Jun Tianxie, still intrigued by the two women's naked, shapely bodies, smiled and said, "You two are no match for each other in bed, and in terms of real skill, you're worlds apart." Even

with their long experience in the demonic sect and brothels, the two women were somewhat overwhelmed by Jun Tianxie's blatant manner. Chunhua's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she coldly snorted, "You little brats who only know how to talk big, don't think you can have the upper hand just because you've gained a little advantage!"

Jun Tianxie laughed, "Even if your master personally took action, he wouldn't be a match for me, let alone you two?"

"Insolence!" With a sharp rebuke, the two women attacked again, their vibrant, alluring naked bodies wielding ruthless and merciless killing moves. Anyone who was captivated by their beauty would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Unfortunately, Jun Tianxie had become accustomed to such tactics since he was ten years old. He sighed softly and shook his head, saying, "Why is it that when I finally speak the truth, no one believes me?" His words seemed to pierce through the void.

The word "fast" is insufficient to describe Jun Tianxie's actions; his lightning-fast movements drew a line between life and death.

His eerie and sharp finger strikes pierced their throats in an instant, leaving them no chance to scream before their once beautiful bodies crashed to the floor.

Jun Tianxie gazed at their still-widened, dead eyes, his gaze revealing a cold indifference devoid of cruelty or compassion. He said calmly, "While I don't like killing women, I can't leave them alive to cause future trouble. So, I can only apologize to you two."

Looking at the wall of the room, he thought of his "companion," who was currently dealing with an even more troublesome opponent: "I wonder if that prodigal son can handle 'her'?"

*** *** *** ***

The wafting fragrance emanating from Shui Furong captivated Xiao Yao, leaving him mesmerized and unable to control himself.

Soft, warm flesh, firm, protruding nipples pressed against his chest. Faced with this unparalleled temptation, no normal man could resist. But Xiao Yao resisted. His hand rested on Shui Furong's naked, voluptuous body, yet he made no presumptuous move. Instead, he seemed on high alert, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

A strange luster appeared on Shui Furong's alluring face. She sighed softly and said, "You know?"

Xiao Yao sighed, "I wish I didn't."

"But you still know," Shui Furong said, "When did you find out?" Xiao Yao

said, "I've always suspected that your appearance was too perfect, too coincidental, but only just now have I been able to truly be certain..."

Shui Furong understood the unspoken implication in Xiao Yao's words: "Was it Jun Tianxie? Was it that brat who told you?"

Xiao Yao smiled but didn't answer, though that was enough for her to know his answer.

"If that brat hadn't warned you with 'secret telepathy,' this scheme I meticulously planned would never have failed! How hateful!" Shui Furong said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Yao shook his head and said, "The facts are right before your eyes. Are you still unwilling to admit defeat? Furong, perhaps I should call you Jixiangtian?"

Shui Furong's true identity was actually Jixiangtian, one of the Four Flying Heavens?! She gently shook her head and breathed softly, "I already admitted defeat long ago, from the day I met you."

Xiao Yao said calmly, "Even now, you still want to use your seductive arts on me?"

Shui Furong—now she should be called Jixiangtian—chuckled and said, "I knew I couldn't hide anything from you, you damned nemesis! Fine, anyway, my body and heart have already been given to you. Do with me as you please!"

Even though Xiao Yao knew she was playing tricks on him, it would be against his playboy ways to actually make a move on such a beautiful and charming woman. After much consideration, she could only smile bitterly and say, "You win! I only hope that after I let you go this time, you'll behave yourself."

Suddenly, Jixiangtian felt a lightness in her body, knowing that Xiao Yao had released the pressure that had been controlling her from a distance. She immediately withdrew and retreated, giggling, "It seems you still value that brat surnamed Jun's life quite a bit, otherwise why would you spare my life?"

Xiao Yao's eyes revealed an expression of "you can't talk to an ice-cold insect," and he shook his head, saying, "Misjudging the enemy's strength is the first step to defeat. You think I was hesitant to act because Brother Jun was controlled by you, but don't you think that someone who can see through the Four Flying Heavens' identities is not someone that a few 'Wonderful Heavenly Maidens' can handle?"

Jixiangtian's expression changed, and she blurted out, "Impossible! That brat doesn't know any martial arts..." Only after the words left her mouth did she realize that someone who didn't know martial arts could not possibly use "telepathic transmission" to inform Xiao Yao of her secret identity.

One wrong move, and the whole game was lost. Jixiangtian stomped her foot angrily, leaving without another word, and walked naked through the window.

Chapter Three: Hero Saves the Beauty

When Xiao Yao arrived at the other room, he saw two naked corpses, their eyes wide open, as if still filled with the terror of death.

On the wall to one side, six large characters were carved with finger force: "You owe me one." Even without seeing the unrestrained handwriting, Xiao Yao could guess whose handiwork it was; he was still a step too late.

Two girls had died at once, and even the top courtesan had been lost. The person in charge of this "brothel" must be very troubled. But anyway, he had no need to worry about them, because judging from Jixiangtian's ability to transform into "Water Lily" and enter this place, he knew that this red brothel was actually a property of the "Heavenly Palace."

Demons and monsters are rampant among all living beings, truly infiltrating everywhere.

Searching for the figure that wasn't in the room, Xiao Yao's lonely and desolate eyes were like a clear sky shrouded in gloom: "Jun Tianxie... if you really were the one who 'broke the prison,' how wonderful that would be..."

*** *** *** ***

Jun Tianxie, who held several mysterious identities, swaggered down the street alone after leaving the "Fireworks Pavilion." Having engaged in an "exercise" that didn't go as planned, the habitually lazy Jun Tianxie now only wanted to find a place to rest. However, a certain part of his body seemed to still have a different opinion; if only he could have a beautiful woman to share a bed with.

He muttered to himself, "Looks like I can't go to brothels anymore. I don't smell any lewd odors around here. Will I have to take care of myself tonight...?"

There was little of a joking tone in his voice, but just then, his ears, always more sensitive than most, caught an unusual cry carried on the wind: "Help!"

His ears twitched like a nimble dog's, and Jun Tianxie's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. He exclaimed, "Even the cry for help is as melodious as silver bells! It must be a beauty! I'm in luck! Ha...!" He took three steps at a time and quickly ran towards the source of the sound.

*** *** *** ***

"Help!"

In a dark and secluded alley, a place that normal people would avoid at all costs, often becomes a breeding ground for evil.

A fat man with a weasel-like face and a lecherous glint in his narrow eyes chuckled, "Heh heh! Little brat, even if you scream your eyes out here, no one will come to save you. Save your energy and do something fun with your uncle!"

Beneath the fat man's muscular frame lay a pretty young girl, her tear-streaked face bearing faint marks of slaps. Half of her dress had been violently torn open, revealing half of her snow-white breasts.

"You...you dare do anything to me? My family will never let you get away with this!"

Such threats were dismissed as mere bluster; of course, he wasn't about to give up his prize just because of that.

“Little brat, don’t be so quick to shut me out. Once you’ve tasted the sweetness, you might even want me as your husband!”

The girl was both ashamed and angry, and said in a fit of rage, “You… shameless! Vulgar!”

The fat man laughed and said, “That’s right! That’s exactly what I want to be vulgar about. Little beauty, stop nagging and just accept me!”

“Sigh! How come you’re a little brat who doesn’t suit my taste? Oh well, even without fish and shrimp, it’s fine.”

A sigh entered the fat man’s ears without warning. Before he could even turn around to check, a pressure point in his waist went numb, and he lost consciousness. His huge body fell to the ground with a “thud!” kicking up a high cloud of dust.

The sudden change of events left the girl stunned. As the fat man fell, her vision cleared, and there appeared a handsome young man with eyes that gleamed with a wicked light, smiling at her.

"The timing is perfect. 'Hero saves the beauty' is an old-fashioned trope, but for a young girl full of dreams, coupled with your methods, young master, getting her to 'repay you with her body' is a piece of cake."

While harboring a sordid calculation completely unrelated to "chivalry," Jun Tianxie extended a hand to the frightened girl with a gentle, charming smile: "Miss, you must be frightened. I was passing by and happened to hear cries for help. Fortunately, I arrived in time, and your innocence was not defiled by that scoundrel."

His performance, so exquisite that even the most renowned courtesan would be envious, was expected to at least yield some benefits, even if it didn't immediately win her heart. However, upon seeing Jun Tianxie's face, the girl's pupils blazed with fury.

"Slap!" A sudden slap stunned Jun Tianxie for a moment. He hadn't expected the price of "hero saving the beauty" to be such a stinging slap.

"I've finally found you, Jun Tianxie!"

Jun Tianxie exclaimed in astonishment, "You recognize me?"

The girl's angry demeanor was completely different from her pitiful state when she was almost humiliated: "Where is your cowardly brother Ding Shenzhao? Doesn't he dare to come out and see me?!"

Upon hearing this, Jun Tianxie immediately realized the girl's true identity: "You are Luo Yuling, the daughter of Luo Fuguan, the head of 'Jinghua Hall'!"

The girl's face turned pale and then red, tears welled in her eyes, and she bit her lower lip tightly, but her next words undoubtedly confirmed Jun Tianxie's deduction.

"Your brother is so carefree! He won the martial arts competition and just left. Did he ever think about how humiliating that was for me? Every day I have to face endless gossip, saying that the young lady of 'Jinghua Hall' is unwanted! Do you know how much this hurts an unmarried young woman?"

The girl became more and more agitated as she spoke, until finally, tears streamed down her face, and she collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly.

"Oh dear! Of all the people I could have saved, why did I have to save this troublesome girl!" Jun Tianxie, who rarely regretted his actions, felt such a strong urge to "regret his past actions" for the first time. It was clear that this pampered young lady couldn't bear the humiliation of Ding Shenzhao's outburst at the martial arts contest and had secretly left home to "chase after her husband."

Alone and naive, a hothouse flower who had never seen the world, she had ended up in this narrow alley, almost becoming meat in that fat pig's mouth. The reason was not hard to understand. But... I can only blame myself for being too eager and jumping onto the stage without understanding the situation, which is why I ruined what should have been a "hero saves the beauty" scene... Speaking of which, my luck with love has been terrible lately!

Luo Yuling was still sobbing. Perhaps it was because she had accumulated too much grievance since leaving home. Her tears, along with her disappointment, needed an outlet.

Jun Tianxie sighed. He was already having a terrible day, so one more problem wouldn't hurt. He was about to offer some words of comfort to the heartbroken girl when suddenly, a feeling like being on cloud nine, as if under anesthesia, washed over him.

"Oh no! At this time…!"

If anyone in the world could evoke fear in Jun Tianxie, it would only be his other self, a split personality from the same source, one he couldn't control at all—the one who called himself "Yu Tianxie."

An incomparably evil and chilling killing intent surged into his mind. Although Jun Tianxie tried his best to calm himself, "he" had arrived too quickly and suddenly. Under the spotlight, his body could no longer accommodate his original consciousness.

"What are you doing? This underdeveloped little girl shouldn't be to your liking!"

"Stop babbling! This bitch dared to slap me! How can I vent my anger without thoroughly raping her!"

Not understanding the disaster her impulsive actions would bring, Luo Yuling cried for a while. Seeing that Jun Tianxie remained unmoved, her resentment only intensified. Just as she was about to "continue her efforts," a sudden, heavy blow sent her consciousness flying.

"You little bitch! What are you crying for!"

Luo Yuling never expected Jun Tianxie's "revenge" to come so quickly. The merciless blow not only sent her flying, but also instantly swelled her delicate face, blood trickling from her lips.

"You...you dare hit me...?" This pampered young lady had never experienced such a merciless slap before. Surprise outweighed the physical pain, making her momentarily forget to cry.

She didn't know that the boy standing before her was no longer the original "Jun Tianxie," but a terrifying figure ten times more dangerous, who killed without blinking an eye.

Sharing the same body as the original personality, but inexplicably calling himself "Yu Tianxie," he coldly stared at Luo Yuling with the merciless gaze of someone surveying prey, saying, "So what if I hit you? You ignorant, shameless wretch! I saved your life, and instead of being grateful, you dare to attack me! Foolish, ignorant little girl, you will pay the price for your actions!"

Before she could even make a move, Luo Yuling suddenly felt a chill on her upper body. A large section of her clothing had been ripped off by his claw. Her already barely covering upper body was now completely gone. In her haste, she could only reflexively cover her chest with her hands, letting out a terrified scream.

"Yu Tianxie" seemed to enjoy Luo Yuling's screams, laughing, "That's right. When I'm fucking you later, I guarantee you'll make even more beautiful screams."

Luo Yuling gasped as she backed away, feeling like she was in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up, one wave after another.

"You... how could you do this to me? I'm your friend's woman!"

"Yu Tianxie" chuckled, "How dare you say that? Unfortunately, I'm never polite to my friends' wives, let alone you, who aren't even officially married yet!"

Luo Yuling didn't know what to do. Facing the sinister and murderous aura emanating from "Yu Tianxie," she was nothing like the lecherous scoundrel from before.

"Yu Tianxie" seemed in no hurry to harm Luo Yuling, preferring to savor the pleasure of humiliation: "Want to preserve your chastity? Fine, bite your tongue and kill yourself!"

Luo Yuling almost doubted her hearing, her eyes wide as she asked, "You... what did you say...?"

"Yu Tianxie" sneered, "Don't dare? Life or chastity, which is more important? Choose quickly, pampered young lady."

The last sentence was tantamount to giving Luo Yuling an irrefutable answer. In the prime of her youth, how could she have the courage to end her own life? Luo Yuling trembled all over, her face flushed red with shame. She wanted to die to preserve her virginity, but she couldn't muster the courage.

"Yu Tianxie" laughed, "It seems you've made up your mind. After all, life is more important than anything else, isn't it?"

Luo Yuling said with hatred and anger, "You...you're not human!"

"Yu Tianxie" laughed, "You're right."

He suddenly stretched out his hands and pried open Luo Yuling's arms that were protecting her chest. She struggled to resist, but she was no match for his strength. Her two round, firm, and youthful breasts immediately sprang out! Her affluent material life made her skin appear particularly fair, her areolas were an undeveloped pink, and her nipples were like two cherries, firm and erect!

"Yu Tianxie" laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with lewd light. He lowered his head and opened his mouth, taking one of Luo Yuling's nipples into his mouth.

"Ah! No!" Luo Yuling was both shocked and ashamed. She tried to push the other person's head away, but she was helpless and controlled. What was even more embarrassing was the electric shock-like sensation coming from the tip of her bitten nipple, which made her feel itchy and numb, angry and scared.

"Hmph! You slut!" "Yu Tianxie" suddenly grabbed Luo Yuling's other breast and twisted it violently.

The intense pain made the latter's face contort and tears stream down her face. She screamed, "Ah! It hurts! Don't grab me, spare me!"

Hearing this, "Yu Tianxie" still did not hold back until his bright red claw marks were left on the girl's white breasts. Only then did he stop with satisfaction.

"Waaah... kill me!" Luo Yuling was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed. She didn't even have the strength to scream. She could only groan with tears streaming down her face.

"Yu Tianxie" smiled evilly, "Don't worry, after the pain, the pleasure will come." After saying that, he began to rub Luo Yuling's breasts again, making the latter tremble with tension.

But this time, "Yu Tianxie's" methods were different from before. His repulsive palms suddenly became burning hot, and wisps of heat emanated from between his fingers, directly attacking her body. Wherever his palms moved, it felt like being bitten by insects, becoming numb, itchy, and indescribably uncomfortable.

"No! Stop...! You... stop...! Ah!" Luo Yuling felt an indescribable heat rising within her body, involuntarily twisting her delicate body and emitting unintelligible moans.

"Yu Tianxie" not only ignored her cries but also moved his unruly hands downwards, past her slender waist, to her most important and mysterious area.

"No! Not there! Stop!" Luo Yuling realized "Yu Tianxie's" intentions and immediately screamed in terror.

Too late.

"Hiss!"

"Yu Tianxie" ripped off Luo Yuling's last piece of clothing, revealing her snow-white, slender thighs. Below her lower abdomen, her messy and alluring pubic hair was immediately exposed, leaving nothing to the eye.

"Waaaaah!" Before her marriage, her most mysterious and taboo area was now laid bare before a strange man. The intense shame struck Luo Yuling's already ravaged nerves. She felt dizzy and everything went black before her eyes. She had lost consciousness.

"Yu Tianxie" snorted, "What? She's already passed out? So useless."

Staring at the naked, alluring body on the ground, his eager gaze revealed his unwillingness to give up. He chuckled, "Fine! Even if she's unconscious, some things can still be done."

Just as he was about to "do as she said," a sudden, uniquely masterful alertness dispelled his lewd thoughts. His body tensed, ready to strike at any moment, but outwardly, nothing showed. Even his tone remained completely calm as he calmly asked, "Who is it?"

"Leave her and come to your death." The young man's voice revealed that although he tried his best to maintain a calm tone, the anger and killing intent in his heart was profound and burning like fire.

"Yu Tianxie" quickly gathered all the information in his mind, figuring out how to use the enemy's rage to turn the unfavorable situation into an advantageous one.

Ignoring the piercing murderous intent emanating from behind, "Yu Tianxie" chuckled knowingly, his tone designed to provoke the other party: "You want to play with this woman too? I can let you have a share, but there's always a first-come, first-

served rule. After I'm done, you can do whatever you want with her." His flippant tone and words successfully enraged the other party. The only reason he held back his near-limitless killing intent was to avoid accidentally hitting the second car. "Yu Tianxie" understood this reason as well, so he shifted his body to completely shield the unconscious Luo Yuling on the ground. This made it even more difficult for the person behind him to attack him.

If looks could kill, "Yu Tianxie" would probably have been torn to pieces by the gaze from behind.

The man behind her said through gritted teeth, "I'll say it one last time, leave that woman!"

"Yu Tianxie" shrugged dismissively, "You're a fool to even acknowledge me," and said disdainfully, "No one can order me around." Suddenly, without warning, he struck Luo Yuling on the ground with a palm strike. How could the unconscious Luo Yuling possibly dodge such a blow? The powerful palm strike mercilessly tore through her, ripping away skin and bones, leaving her blood splattered! Without a single cry of pain, she was already dead.

When "Jun Tianxie" became "Yu Tianxie," the previously suppressed murderous intent within him seemed to be dozens of times stronger than before.

"Miss!!" Surprise, astonishment, and immense regret filled her. When the person she was determined to protect was brutally murdered before her eyes, besides extreme shock and grief, she also felt a frenzied killing intent towards the murderer.

"Damn it—!!" The man behind him drew his sword and slashed fiercely, a strike delivered with all his might and rage, his killing intent like that of a mad beast, utterly irrational. He was determined to kill "Yu Tianxie"

and avenge his beloved! This crazed, murderous strike was a desperate act; he was determined to kill this beastly lecher to avenge his beloved! But when the blade struck its target, it brought him even greater pain, for that damned bastard had actually grabbed Luo Yuling's corpse from the ground and used her body to shield himself from the blow.

"Miss! I didn't mean to!"

Shock, surprise, regret—these were emotions that shouldn't exist in battle, but these were the effects "Yu Tianxie" had deliberately created for the man behind him. And now, he had achieved his desired effect; it was time to reap the rewards.

"Yu Tianxie" laughed, "Since you like your young lady so much, then go to hell with her!"

Using Luo Yuling's corpse as cover, seizing the moment when the enemy was distracted and stunned, he unleashed a double palm strike at close range. The force of the attack first caused the remains to explode, then the flying flesh and blood attacked the enemy.

"Die!" A handsome face, now filled with astonishment, retreated frantically, flying backward! Blood splattered wherever he went, creating a horrifying scene.

The person behind him was now riddled with holes, which was no surprise. The blood and broken bones infused with "Yu Tianxie's" "Reign of the World" internal energy possessed the power to pierce iron and stone, let alone a mere human body.

"Yu Tianxie" laughed, "So this is what a disciple of the General is like."

From the "General's Command" sword technique that had just ambushed him, "Yu Tianxie" was certain that the opponent was a disciple of "General" Tang Luanli, one of the Nine Eccentrics. This man must have been drawn by the wealth and power of "Jinghua Hall" to voluntarily act as the "nanny" for Miss Luo Yuling. Unfortunately, he never dreamed that his dereliction of duty would cost him his life.

The man, presumably a disciple of Tang Luanli, cried out urgently, "Since you know my identity, how dare you kill me? My master will surely avenge me and tear you to pieces!"

"Yu Tianxie" sneered, "What are the Nine Great Eccentrics? Sooner or later, I will kill these nine overrated old fogies all at once. It's just a pity you'll never see it."

As he spoke, he used his hand as a blade to unleash over a hundred swift and powerful strikes—the "Lingchi" (death by a thousand cuts) from his "Reign Over the World" technique! The man only felt a blur before his eyes as countless blades pierced his body, leaving behind an endless pain as if he were being torn to pieces, a piercing scream, a desperate yearning for death's mercy and release.

"Yu Tianxie" revealed a cruel smile that clashed sharply with his handsome face. He chuckled, "Anyone who dares to oppose this young master will die, and die a gruesome death!" With that, he struck with his palm, severing the neck. The head, still attached to a few bits of flesh, flew high into the air amidst a spray of blood and foam, bringing an end to this brutal battle.

The head flew past the alleyway with a "thud!" and landed on the ground. The deceased's eyes, still wide open in terror, remained wide open. In a fair and square fight, the outcome

would have been uncertain. However, both "Yu Tianxie" and "Jun Tianxie" shared one trait common to their dual personalities: they would never allow themselves to be put in a disadvantageous position. Achieving the greatest result with the least effort—such actions might be considered despicable, but why would the two "Tianxie" care about others' opinions?

A figure in the alley let out a long laugh. It was unclear which "Heavenly Evil" his consciousness belonged to, but he retreated into the darkness, disappearing into the night, which was even more impenetrable than darkness itself.

Chapter Four: Swords and Sabers

As long as one lives in the martial world, one will inevitably be entangled in grudges and struggles. When peaceful methods fail to resolve problems, force is the only way out. Because battles occur daily in the martial world, some "popular" locations have become battlegrounds for duels. "Life and Death Peak," where the third-ranked martial artist in the world challenged Long Bufei, is a prime example.

"Life and Death Peak, life and death duel, two ascend, one descends." These four simple phrases illustrate the cruelty of life's impermanence and the tragic nature of the survival of the fittest.

"Clang!" A muffled sound, like a thunderclap, suddenly resounded throughout the summit of "Life and Death Peak," signifying that another life-or-death duel was about to unfold.

In the center of the crowd watching from the summit, a young man exuding a wild, murderous aura like a leopard stood facing an elderly man wielding a sword. Their astonishing fighting spirits clashed in the air between them.

The elderly man's gaze, seemingly half-awake, slowly fell upon the young man in his duel. A barely perceptible glint flashed in his narrow eyes as he slowly said, "I've recently heard of the name 'Sword Master Ding Shenzhao,' and seeing him in person today, I can see he is indeed a young hero. However, to oppose 'Sword Tower' is ultimately an unwise act."

It turned out that the young man wielding the sword was none other than Ding Shenzhao, who had disappeared for a time after leaving "Sword Tower." After his return to the martial world, he had defeated seven renowned sword masters within a month as a duelist. With the help of influential figures behind the scenes, the name "Sword Master Ding Shenzhao" had become a rising star, rivaling the "Three Heroes and Four Outstanding Talents."

The old man wielding the sword was Ding Shenzhao's eighth opponent. Of the previous seven opponents, three were sword-wielding masters from the fourth level of the "Sword Tower." Perhaps it was to avenge his imprisonment, but regardless, the "Sword Tower," as a member of the righteous alliance, couldn't afford to lose face. Although the tower's leader himself didn't express any opinion, in the eyes of the other masters, this arrogant brat who dared to challenge the tiger was someone who had to be eliminated.

Xu Wangnian, the "Storm Sword," an elder from the sixth level of the "Sword Tower," was one of the top ten sword masters in the tower. He volunteered to challenge this enemy, who was more than two rounds younger than him, simply because his fifth opponent, defeated by Ding Shenzhao, was none other than his prized disciple, the "Shattered Snow Swordsman," Sheng Yuju.

In terms of ranking, "Storm Sword" Xu Wangnian was even above "Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi, making him a perfect choice to end Ding Shenzhao's challenger career.

However, nothing is absolute. Whether the difference in cultivation level is the final deciding factor in victory or defeat remains to be seen until one of them falls.

Ding Shenzhao's sword and saber hung down naturally. At first glance, his body, which appeared to be completely exposed, also concealed the danger of some kind of abyss. Judging from his aura alone, one could be certain that his cultivation had reached a new level in recent combat training, and he was no longer a novice.

Ding Shenzhao said calmly, "The eighth."

Xu Wangnian said, "I am different from the seven mediocre people you defeated before."

Ding Shenzhao shook his head, "They are all the same."

Xu Wangnian said angrily, "Do you think you can definitely defeat me?"

Ding Shenzhao said, "There are no absolutes on the battlefield, but I will fight every battle with unwavering confidence."

Xu Wangnian said, "Excessive confidence will make you taste the bitter fruit of defeat."

Ding Shenzhao said, "Nonsense."

Xu Wangnian said, "That's right, defeat is not something to be talked about, but something to be demonstrated through action."

"Whoosh!" With the cold, chilling air of the long sword cutting through the space, the round and square sword energy surged towards Ding Shenzhao like a wave. "Lan Sword" was indeed not a name without merit.

Ding Shenzhao moved swiftly, his swords, each embodying a unique form, seemingly transforming into two self-contained spiritual entities. Like mercury spilling onto the ground, they raced against Xu Wangnian's sword shadows, vying to fill the space between them. This relentless offensive was characteristic of his distinctive fighting style.

Xu Wangnian thought to himself, "Trying to outrun me is suicide." He tightened his grip, his "Storm Sword" conjuring even more and denser sword shadows, weaving a dense net that could trap flies, its sharpness capable of piercing skin, reaching towards his opponent.

Facing such a powerful attack, Ding Shenzhao did not retreat but counterattacked. His sweeping, powerful sword energy and intricately crafted sword shadows crisscrossed to meet the sword net.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen clangs of metal clashed, accompanied by dazzling sparks. In the lightning-fast speed, the two had already exchanged over twenty blows.

Both fighters relied on speed to counter speed. While Ding Shenzhao was young and vigorous, Xu Wangnian was also old but still strong, and his sword strikes were no less swift than the latter's. For a time, they were evenly matched.

Xu Wangnian, caught up in the excitement, laughed loudly, "Excellent! Excellent!"

Ding Shenzhao smiled and said, "Likewise, likewise."

Xu Wangnian changed his swordplay again, unleashing a seemingly simple yet powerful sweeping strike. The sharp force, capable of slicing through the void, was merciless in its intent to take his opponent's life. Ding Shenzhao's eyes flashed, and he simultaneously withdrew his sword and saber, crossing them in front of his chest. A sharp "clang!" rang out, and this deadly strike was forcefully blocked by the latter!

Xu Wangnian grunted, trying to pull his sword back, but the two powerful forces locking the blade were evenly matched with his over forty years of intensive training, leaving him unable to advance or retreat.

Xu Wangnian's eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent. Suddenly, he launched a kick from his lower body, silent yet carrying deadly force, towards his stalemate opponent. It was the "Sword Without a Sword" technique he had painstakingly cultivated and comprehended in recent years—the Leg Sword!

Ding Shenzhao was still locked in a fierce struggle with his enemy, wielding both swords and sabers. He hadn't expected the latter to suddenly launch such a move. However, his innate sensitivity to killing intent was extremely keen. The moment Xu Wangnian's "Leg Sword" was unleashed, he had already flipped backward, simultaneously striking the hilts of his swords with both palms, using the momentum to accelerate away. His decisiveness and determination impressed even the old man, who had already resolved to kill him, who couldn't help but exclaim, "Good!"

But Xu Wangnian was also a renowned swordsman, seasoned by countless battles. He wouldn't miss any opening, and said in a deep voice, "Without your weapon, I can take your life within three moves." With that, he roared, "Raging Storm!" His sword danced like a dense, desolate rain of sword shadows, twisting and turning with a vortex of murderous intent, aiming to utterly shred his opponent.

Ding Shenzhao was in mid-air, his form unsteady, unable to dodge this powerful and ruthless sword strike. He could only concentrate all his strength in his back, using his protective qi to meet the oncoming sharp sword energy head-on. However, the sword's force, like a raging torrent splitting the shore, slashed him, causing blood to splatter everywhere, instantly adding over a hundred wounds to his body. Yet, the wounds and pain did not diminish Ding Shenzhao's fighting ability in the slightest; instead, they spurred him to become stronger! More ferocious! The bestial instincts he had developed from growing up in the mountains, like a ferocious beast driven to its death, were about to launch a counterattack.

Ding Shenzhao suddenly let out a long howl like a wild beast, his body accelerating downwards to dodge the sword strike from behind, which resembled the claws of death. He landed and rolled, a pathetic posture that even a slightly renowned martial arts master would disdain, but Ding Shenzhao didn't care about appearances. Survival and victory, defeat and death, were the true meaning of battle for him. He rolled on the ground like a gourd, covered in dust, his only purpose being to retrieve the pair of swords stuck in the ground.

Xu Wangnian realized his intention but it was too late to stop him. The swords returned to Ding Shenzhao's hands, and the air instantly erupted with fiery sword light. The suddenly appearing blades were like the ferocious fangs of a wild beast. Although his unguarded attitude left him wide open, it also carried a chilling sense of suicidal intent.

The opponent's completely different killing intent forced Xu Wangnian to abandon his previous underestimation of his opponent. He gripped the swords with both hands and unleashed a strike like Pangu splitting the heavens and earth, forcefully blocking Ding Shenzhao's counterattack.

Sparks flew in the air, as numerous as the explosions of firecrackers on New Year's Eve, a testament to the near-climax of their battle.

Xu Wangnian suddenly shouted, "Boy! I admit you are the strongest opponent I've encountered recently, but unfortunately, I am stronger than you, so in the end you still cannot escape defeat!"

Ding Shenzhao coldly replied, "Speaking so much during a fight is the best proof that you're getting old."

Xu Wangnian roared, "Damn it!" and unleashed a sword strike.

This sword strike appeared unassuming, its trajectory a straight line, yet it contained a circle within a square, making it impossible for the opponent to predict the direction of the blade. It seemed fast yet slow, forward yet backward, the force of the sword seemingly compressing the air around Ding Shenzhao, making even his movements extremely difficult. This was the strongest sword strike he had comprehended through his advancement from swordsmanship to the Heavenly Dao—the Breaking Storm Divine Sword!

Faced with this overwhelmingly powerful attack, Ding Shenzhao's excessively young face showed no trace of fear. Instead, his eyes flashed with barely concealed excitement. He swung his sword and saber forward, letting out a low shout: "Sword begins, saber ends!" and charged forward.

A gasp immediately rose from the onlookers, for Ding Shenzhao's actions, at first glance, seemed like suicide, but only he knew it was his only way out.

Xu Wangnian coldly snorted: "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The Po Lan sword energy poured down on Ding Shenzhao like a surging Yangtze River. The air, as if frozen into stone, made it almost impossible for him to move. But the more adversity he faced, the more Ding Shenzhao's innate resilience was displayed. Although his face was flushed red from the effort, he had taken an incredibly important step, a step that determined life and death.

Ding Shenzhao moved his left hand, and his ring-handled sword flashed like lightning at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, striking Xu Wangnian's "Lan Sword" squarely on the blade. A deafening clang resounded, and to the astonishment of the crowd, the legendary sword "Lan," listed among the "Divine Weapons," was cleaved in two by a single blow from the broken metal of his enemy.

The most incredulous was Xu Wangnian, the owner of the "Lan Sword." His old eyes were bloodshot as he stared at his beloved sword, which had accompanied him through over forty years of battle, and uttered with immense heartache, "How could this be…!" This also revealed a weakness in his defense.

Ding Shenzhao's right hand moved again, and the sword's edge, like a venomous snake's tongue, struck the broken half of the "Lan" sword precisely. The broken blade flew through the air, embedding itself in Xu Wangnian's throat. Xu Wangnian opened his mouth wide, as if trying to say something, but ultimately uttered no words, falling backward to the sky.

The outcome was contrary to what most people had expected, yet it was the reality before their eyes. Even after Xu Wangnian's body fell to the ground with a loud "thud," many people present were still unable to recover from the shock and disbelief.

"Ugh!" Ding Shenzhao spat out a mouthful of blood. His swaying body, if not for the support of his sword, would have collapsed to the ground. Even so, his frail body trembled uncontrollably. After all, Xu Wangnian's internal strength was superior to his; his ability to cut through Xu's sword was entirely due to the sharpness of his ring-handled saber. Although victory relied on a bit of trickery, combat is inherently about using any means necessary, and life and death are left to fate.

The people from the "Sword Tower" who came with Xu Wangnian were now in the most awkward position. They had thought the sixth-floor elder would be enough to help them regain their lost face, but the opposite had happened. The cruel reality weighed heavily on their shoulders like a heavy shackle. Although Ding Shenzhao, who had won a brutal victory, was now the perfect target for their anger, the name of the notary, "General" Tang Luanli, was enough to deter any troublemakers. But why did "General," one of the Nine Eccentrics, get involved in this duel?

The victor's face showed no joy. His indifferent gaze swept over his opponent, who had caused him such a fierce battle, before he dragged himself away with heavy but resolute steps. What remained was that the martial world would soon have another amazing legend.

"Swordsman of the Vertical and Horizontal" defeated "Storm Sword" Xu Wangnian! After this battle, Ding Shenzhao's reputation had truly risen to a level that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the "Three Heroes and Four Talents." However, the real reason he pursued fame had changed from the simple adventure and trials he had once sought to a more urgent and touching reason: to find the only person in the world he considered a "brother"—Jun Tianxie!

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An inconspicuous little thatched hut, inside which lived a person who had once been, but was now, detached from the ordinary. After leaving "Life and Death Peak," Ding Shenzhao came to this hut alone, opened the medicine that seemed to have been prepared for him in advance in the wooden cabinet, and then sat down in a chair to heal his wounds.

The experience of fighting across a hundred miles had prematurely stripped away the last trace of childishness from Ding Shenzhao's face. Although the wound on his back would have made an ordinary person scream in pain, the boy didn't even flinch. He stopped the bleeding and applied medicine to the wound himself, his movements as practiced as if he had done it countless times. His calm expression was less about strength and more about arrogance.

"Knock! Knock!" The sudden knocking made Ding Shenzhao stop what he was doing, but he still didn't look up. His flat tone suggested that he already knew who the visitor was.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a stunningly beautiful woman dressed as a man entered. Her face was incredibly alluring, with a full bust and prominent buttocks that stimulated the primal instincts of the opposite sex.

"You won." The woman spoke in a charming voice, her words of affirmation rather than a question, confirming that she knew the person inside. But when had Ding Shenzhao ever known such a mature and charming beauty?

Ding Shenzhao still didn't look up, but his attitude seemed to avoid eye contact: "You already knew this, didn't you?"

"Hehe! You're still as aloof as ever, but I just like it."

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and bright red lips kissed Ding Shenzhao without giving him any chance to dodge. Ding Shenzhao was initially startled, but soon he responded to the other's passionate kiss. Although the movements were a little awkward, their tongues quickly intertwined.

He didn't know how long they kissed before she gently pulled her lips away from Ding Shenzhao's face, a teasing smile on her face. "Hehe~~ You've improved a bit!"

Hearing this, Ding Shenzhao blushed, unsure whether it was from excitement or embarrassment. "It's all your fault."

"Oh~~" The beautiful woman gazed at Ding Shenzhao, her watery eyes looking at him as if he were some delicious treat. "How did I harm you? Tell me." As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed her ample breasts against Ding Shenzhao's body, the two hard, protruding nipples practically telling him that she wasn't wearing anything under her loose robe!

Faced with such a warm and fragrant temptation, how could the hot-blooded Ding Shenzhao resist? His Adam's apple bobbed with excitement, and his heart pounded faster than ever before, even when facing formidable enemies like the "Sword Saint" Feng Xuling.

The other party seemed quite satisfied with Ding Shenzhao's reaction, revealing a seductive smile: "You don't have to hold back anymore. Anyway, Meixie is already yours, you can do whatever you want with her."

--Meixie? Could it be "Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie! Wasn't she supposed to be dealing with Xiao Yao? How come she's here, and so intimate with Ding Shenzhao?

Regardless, her teasing of Ding Shenzhao was clearly very successful. Just as the latter could no longer bear it and was about to get up and push Ye Meixie onto the bed, she instead smiled and stopped him: "No, how can an injured person be so excited?" Looking at his puzzled eyes, she laughed again: "Seeing how excited you are, I'll help you." Saying that, she pushed Ding Shenzhao down onto the bed, straddled him, and took off his slightly loose robe. As a result, his two full, firm, and elastic breasts immediately sprang out. Although his breasts were large, they showed no signs of sagging, causing his nipples to naturally arch upwards. The beautiful and smooth lines made Ding Shenzhao stare at them.

Ding Shenzhao raised his head, wanting to taste the two ripe cherries on Ye Meixie's chest, but was gently pushed back by the latter: "Didn't I tell you it was my turn? How can you be so disobedient..."

Ye Meixie clearly knew the art of seduction, skillfully removing Ding Shenzhao's clothes, every move pleasing to the eye and strongly sexually suggestive.

"It's already so big... do you want me that much?" Slender fingers grasped Ding Shenzhao's erect penis, gently sliding it up and down, while her tongue licked back and forth on his thick chest.

Faced with such a stunning beauty's meticulous "service," how could Ding Shenzhao, whose level was only novice, resist? A tingling numbness ran down his spine, and seeing that he was about to be defeated before the battle even began, he had to quickly take a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the impending urge.

Seeing this, Ye Meixie stopped manipulating Ding Shenzhao's genitals, tilting her head slightly and laughing, "Hehe! Holding back too much isn't good for your health, you know. Want me to make it come out?"

This woman is truly a devil who knows how to manipulate men! Ding Shenzhao couldn't help but recall the day he first met Ye Meixie. She had suddenly appeared before him, a smile that blended angelic and demonic qualities, saying, "Do you want to find your friend? I can help you."

For Ding Shenzhao, that one sentence was enough to make him follow her through thick and thin. In this world, his only remaining friend, family, and brother was Jun Tianxie.

He was willing to do anything to find Jun Tianxie, so when Ye Meixie asked him to go with her, he agreed without hesitation. Fortunately, he did, otherwise, penniless, he would probably have had to return to his old ways of hunting for food.

Then, under Ye Meixie's active seduction, he had physical relations with her.

It wasn't Ding Shenzhao's fault; after all, he was just a hot-blooded young man, and the other woman's body was so alluring. However, as the afterglow of his climax faded, even the image of his first love, Xiao Lian, became blurry in his mind, which was what surprised him the most.

Xiao Lian... how is Xiao Lian doing now?

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed?" A warm, wet pleasure came from his lower body. It turned out that Ye Meixie had spread her legs and swallowed his swollen member into her body in one gulp. "Hmm... ah..." He let out a groan that was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Ye Meixie frowned and slowly began to twist. Unlike her huge breasts, her honey pot was surprisingly small and tight. The waves of pleasure that surged up again made Ding Shenzhao quickly forget about Xiao Lian.

Ye Meixie's beautiful, flawless body, like white jade, flushed with excitement, making her look even more radiant and beautiful.

"Ah...so good! You're getting better and better..." Like a woman long deprived of love, Ye Meixie kept letting out lewd moans, her beautiful buttocks rising and falling incessantly; while Ding Shenzhao, seemingly wanting to release his excess youthful energy, didn't need to say much, just desperately raised his lower body, the points where the two were joined making "slap! slap!" sounds.

"Hmm...ha! Ahh! So comfortable...!" Ding Shenzhao felt that Ye Meixie's body was like a furnace, a furnace capable of melting his iron-like body. The tight, numb sensation from his lower body became more and more obvious and intense, making him unable to think of anything but endless pleasure.

Suddenly, without warning, a shudder ran through him, his nerves seemed to have agreed to a sudden jolt, and all the lust in his heart exploded at one point.

"I'm going to cum!"

"Cum inside! Cum all inside!"

The pent-up climax surged over both of them simultaneously. Ye Meixie's body arched back like a shrimp before collapsing onto the bed in a limp state.

The languid feeling after the release left Ding Shenzhao's mind blank for a long time, unable to think of anything. But the person he had just shared a passionate encounter with seemed completely unaffected, lightly brushing his hair aside and getting up to dress.

"Wait...wait a minute...!"

Ye Meixie turned back to Ding Shenzhao with a smile and said, "What, you want more?"

Just that simple sentence almost overwhelmed Ding Shenzhao. Compared to the seasoned and shrewd "Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie, the former was still too inexperienced.

A weak voice, barely a protest, said, "You said... once I make a name for myself, Tianxie will naturally come to join me. Why... I've won so many matches, and I still haven't seen Tianxie?"

"That's a question for your brother," Ye Meixie said, her cat-like eyes scanning him on the bed. "Perhaps... you don't hold as much importance in his heart as you think?"

Ding Shenzhao replied without hesitation, "Absolutely impossible."

"Nothing is absolute, little Ding," Ye Meixie chuckled. The word "little Ding" made Ding Shenzhao's face flush instantly, but she had already begun walking towards the door.

"Instead of wasting your time worrying, focus on your next opponent. I guarantee that if you win this match, it will cause a sensation in the martial arts world, and your brother will definitely hear about you."

"Who is my opponent?" Ding Shenzhao asked.

Ye Meixie smiled slightly and remained silent until she pushed open the door and walked out. Before leaving, she turned back and threw out a shocking answer: "Xiao Dao Hui, 'Feng Liu Dao' Xiao Yao."

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