[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 1

On a plane from New York to China, Wu Long

, dressed in a sharp black suit, sat quietly in his seat. Finally, he could go home. Having been away for four years, Wu Long's heart was far from calm. Four years ago, after accidentally killing someone, he fled his hometown and illegally entered the United States, wandering the streets despite his martial arts skills. He nearly starved to death on the streets, and by chance, he reluctantly entered the profession of underground boxing.

Underground boxing was a world of violence and bloodshed; every match resulted in injuries and deaths. It was a paradise for the wealthy seeking thrills, but a hell for fighters; very few boxers could last more than three years. Wu Long was lucky. Although he believed he had the skills, he didn't doubt that one day he would be knocked down in the ring. In the past four years, he didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, but death always seemed to spare him at the last moment. Having endured countless trials of life and death, countless ordeals of blood and flesh, the twenty-two-year-old undoubtedly appeared far more mature than his age, his expression always carrying a composure and a touch of ruthlessness inherent in this profession… The underground boxing ring is real, existing in every corner of the world. It is one of the oldest forms of gambling. High-level underground boxers possess the world's most powerful unarmed killing techniques, but they exist between light and darkness, sustained by only two beliefs—high rewards and the threat of death. In people's eyes, they are nothing more than killing machines, not heroes, yet they create peaks that heroes in legitimate combat sports cannot reach. People try to convince themselves that such a group of people and such terrifying unarmed fighting techniques do not exist in the world. But they still exist. In the dark boxing ring, there are always boxers fighting bloody battles; today's victor may become tomorrow's corpse.

No glory, no halo, no one truly likes them, eternal loneliness, as if death is their only destination. When an underground boxer steps into the ring, their greatest expectation is simply to survive.

If you can't defeat your opponent, it means you'll be forgotten immediately.

Wu Long's thoughts drifted with the plane's progress when suddenly a loud explosion rang out, and he felt as if he had fallen into hell and lost consciousness. The next day, news reports around the world stated, "A plane bound for China from the United States was attacked by terrorists... No one on board survived."

The first chapter of the first part of the Fallen Dragon World: Waking up, he found himself in the Song Dynasty

. The sky was azure, the clouds milky white, the forests verdant, and the fragrance of kingfishers and flowers wafted on the wind, fresh yet carrying the scent of decaying leaves. This feeling of being in nature was something that could never be experienced in the artificial forests of the city.

Wu Long woke up to find himself in a damp clearing deep in the forest. "Didn't the plane crash? How come I'm completely unharmed?" He found that apart from his suit being tattered, he had no blood on his body, felt a little dizzy but not particularly uncomfortable.

Could this be paradise? Wu Long looked at the beautiful scenery and mocked himself.

A series of rumbling sounds, like the rumble of drums, roared from Wu Long's stomach. He stopped his chaotic thoughts; four years of hellish life had given him an extremely calm mind. Now, no matter where he was, survival was paramount. He needed to find water and food first, and with that thought in mind, he immediately took action.

Fortunately, this was a forest, not a desert. Soon, he found a stream, and right beside it, a strong, dark brown wild boar was licking the water. Although wild boars are herbivores, when they go berserk, even tigers have to give them a wide berth; they are, in a sense, at the top of the forest food chain.

While catching a wild boar with bare hands is almost impossible for an ordinary person, would Wu Long, who wasn't afraid of even tigers, be afraid of a wild boar? Obviously, the answer was no, especially for a hungry Wu Long.

In the biological world, most wild animals possess extremely sensitive hearing and taste, and wild boars are no exception. Wu Long cautiously approached it for about ten feet before it noticed him. Its eyes widened, it grunted, and charged madly at Wu Long. It's easy to imagine that an ordinary person hit by such force would be severely injured, if not killed. However, Wu Long was no ordinary person. Just as the boar was about to collide with him, he quickly stepped back with his right leg and then delivered a spring kick, slamming his leg into the boar's belly with a loud "bang." The boar flew three meters away.

The seemingly effortless kick possessed such power, leaving everyone speechless. In fact, a full-force punch or kick from an underground boxer can generate hundreds of kilograms of force, and Wu Long was an expert among them; his full-force kick could easily weigh a thousand kilograms. The boar's defeat was well-deserved.

Seeing the boar breathing heavily, Wu Long saw it as a meal for the next few days. Having no knife, Wu Long had no choice but to skewer the entire boar with a mulberry tree branch. Just as he was about to imitate the ancient practice of rubbing wood to make fire, a faint sound rang out, like the snapping of a tree branch. In this still unclear environment, one must proceed with extreme caution. Wu Long calmly looked towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly, Wu Long felt a surge of excitement. A man appeared—a burly man dressed in coarse linen, with a full beard. Seeing a dagger at his waist and a wooden bow on his back, Wu Long guessed he was a hunter or something similar. The

burly man glanced at the wild boar beside Wu Long with some surprise, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and laughed heartily, "Young brother, your skills are impressive! You managed to take down a wild boar single-handedly!"

Although the man's mannerisms resembled those of an ancient person, Wu Long didn't dwell on it. He imitated the man's fist salute and asked, "May I ask where this place is, brother?" Though the question was somewhat convoluted, it was the one Wu Long most wanted answered.

"This place is the border between the Dali Kingdom and the southern border of the Song Dynasty. I see you seem to have encountered some misfortune, young brother. How did you end up in such a sorry state?" the burly man said.

"Dali Kingdom? Song Dynasty? Is this person playing a trick on me? But judging from his expression, it doesn't seem like it. He arrived here from the plane without any injuries, which makes him seem like someone who has traveled through time," Wu Long quickly regained his composure after a brief moment of dizziness, and said to the burly man, "My name is Wu Long

, and I am from Kaifeng Prefecture. A few days ago, I was robbed by bandits on my way here. I have excellent martial arts skills, but there were too many bandits. Fortunately, I managed to escape their clutches." The burly man did not doubt Wu Long's confident words. Even Wu Long almost wondered if he was just having a dream, otherwise, how could he speak so fluently? Seeing that Wu Long had no relatives or friends in this place, the burly man invited Wu Long to his home as a guest, and Wu Long readily agreed.

Soon, Wu Long lived in this world for a month and a half. During this time, he went hunting with the burly man almost every day, or intentionally or unintentionally extracted specific information about this era from the burly man. After spending over a month together, Wu Long learned that the burly man, Duan Shan, was from the Dali Kingdom. It wasn't surprising that most people in Dali shared the surname Duan, but what truly astonished Wu Long was the existence of martial arts factions—the Jianghu.

At first, Duan Shan assumed the handsome Wu Long was a disciple of a prestigious sect. From Duan Shan, Wu Long learned that the leader of the Beggars' Clan was Qiao Feng—the heroic and righteous Qiao Feng from Jin Yong's novels, the Qiao Feng with a tragic ending, the Northern Qiao Feng whom Wu Long deeply admired. Wu Long realized he had entered the world of Tianlong, a world of chivalry and revenge, a world of wondrous martial arts. Was this a blessing or a curse? He didn't know… He only knew he was incredibly excited; perhaps he had always been someone who loved excitement…

Part One: The Fallen Tianlong World, Chapter Two: Hard Qigong and Nostalgia

. Night fell, the bright moon hung high.

Wu Long sat cross-legged, his fingers interlaced and resting on his dantian, eyes focused on his nose, his nose on his heart.

Wu Long practices hard qigong. Many people today consider internal energy cultivation a myth, and the emergence of Falun Gong has further fueled fear of such practices. In essence, hard qigong involves tensing muscles to prevent injury and training the pain tolerance of certain body parts (such as hands, elbows, knees, and legs) to the point of being able to break through certain hard objects and withstand a certain amount of impact. The initial approach to hard qigong is to practice resistance, that is, to develop the ability to withstand blows. As the saying goes, "To strike, you must first learn to take a blow."

Furthermore, after being struck, one shouldn't forcefully rebound the impact; instead, one must slowly digest and absorb it. Only in this way can one gradually achieve the ability to withstand even fierce blows. This technique requires not only those training in resistance to pay attention to their internal energy and strength, but also those kicking. They must not only pre-direct their internal energy to the kicking leg, but also be mindful of the point of contact.

Martial arts flourished in the 1960s and 70s, when most people across the country possessed some form of family martial arts, and the government even established internal energy research institutes. However, for unknown reasons, these institutes later ceased operations. Hard Qigong, also known as external Qigong, is practiced by various schools within the martial arts world. Generally speaking, external martial arts emphasize external training of muscles, bones, and skin, while internal martial arts emphasize internal training of Qi. Of course, this is only a comparison; different schools may have different emphases, and it's not absolute. Clearly, for underground boxing, training muscles, bones, and skin is paramount. Perhaps this environment is what led to the qualitative change in Wu Long's techniques.

Chinese martial arts emphasize "cultivating internal energy and externally strengthening muscles, bones, and skin." The methods of cultivating hard qigong vary greatly, with countless variations, but their effects are mostly similar, involving breathing, external guidance, striking, vocalization, and power generation. The secret lies in the breathing method; hard qigong's breathing method is quite unique, and the method of circulating and consolidating qi is a closely guarded secret. In fact, qigong at Wu Long's level allows him to bang his head against a stone tablet and break rocks with his hands. It rapidly increases his strength and resilience, but its drawback is its excessive force and mental focus. While progress is rapid, it offers no health benefits.

Wu Long's internal cultivation is relatively simple; his qi circulates thirty-six times, but instead of storing it in the dantian, he disperses it throughout his body's cells to increase strength in all areas. Others, whether practicing internal or external qigong, ultimately store it in the dantian, which is the difference between Wu Long's practice and others.

The reason for this difference was that Wu Long had injected himself with a gene-enhancing drug. In 2010, this drug wasn't exactly a mystery, but it was expensive and extremely dangerous. If successful, it could drastically improve a person's physical attributes and strength, allowing them to stand out from even more powerful beasts. Scientists believed that powerful forces lay dormant within our genes, and the gene-enhancing drug was meant to awaken these forces! With his fearless spirit and having spent almost all his savings from boxing, Wu Long bought three injections. His body couldn't withstand the strain and collapsed; he was sent to the crematorium.

But then, he pulled through. He felt as if something inside him had exploded, a strange sense of liberation washing over him. Every pore, every inch of his skin seemed to be reborn. An extremely suppressed, yearning to explode guided Wu Long's body, filling him with power. He felt a craving—a craving for blood, a craving for slaughter.

Fueled by his burning desire and explosive power, he became unmatched for the next year! His hard qigong also changed. He tried to alter it, but the flow of qi always became uncontrollable at the final moment. Eventually, he gave up, letting it flow naturally. He jokingly called it futile, in accordance with the Daoist way of nature…

Gazing at the bright moon outside the window, he felt a sense of being a stranger in a strange land. This world wasn't the same as the one he knew. So why had fate brought him here? Clouds obscured the moon, and Wu Long felt lost. He hadn't felt this powerless in a long time. Was this fate's challenge? This world wasn't safe, because there was a smaller world called Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). Unless he was willing to stay here forever as a hunter, could he truly enjoy such a peaceful life? Wu Long clenched his fists with a self-deprecating laugh. He craved challenge and adventure, excitement and passion.

It seemed it was time for him to leave. With his current martial arts skills, he might even suffer losses against some second-rate figures, Wu Long thought to himself. He decided to first go to Wuliang Mountain to find the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Microsteps, because according to Duan Shan, Qiao Feng was only twenty-nine years old at the time, and there were still about two years until he became sworn brothers with Duan Yu at thirty-one. Wu Long didn't really want to learn those two martial arts; he only wanted to improve his free-fighting skills. Moreover, the Lingbo Microsteps were a life-saving technique. To survive in this world, he had to lower his proud head; pride could never put food on the table…

Fortunately, during their conversation, he learned that Duan Shan knew the address of Wuliang Mountain, and at Wu Long's request, Duan Shan drew him a rough map. Three days later, he packed two sets of clothes that Duan Shan had given him, shouldered his luggage, and bid farewell. Fortunately, he had earned two or three taels of silver from hunting over the past month; if he used it sparingly, he should be able to reach Wuliang Mountain… As

Duan Shan watched him go, Wu Long's figure gradually disappeared… In the

third chapter of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World,

Wuliang Mountain is filled with spring scenes. Wu Long sat in the inn and noticed several people dressed as Taoist priests and nuns sitting at several tables by the south window. At the head of the group was a middle-aged Daoist nun around forty years old, while the others were mostly young women and Daoists in their twenties.

The middle-aged nun began,

"This trip to Wuliang Mountain is a do-or-die situation. Five years ago, Xiaoxing from the

Eastern Sect won, forcing me to withdraw from Jianhu Palace. This time, I will wash away that shame at the Sword Gathering—" Wu Long no longer paid attention to the rest of her words. He knew this nun was probably the leader of the Western Sect of the "Wuliang Sword," though he couldn't remember her name. Fortunately, the Sword Gathering hadn't started yet. He had thought there was at least a year left, but now it seemed either he was mistaken, or the content on TV differed greatly from the books. He couldn't help it; he watched TV, and nowadays martial arts movies were so heavily altered that errors were inevitable.

After the nuns left, Wu Long secretly followed them, thankfully not on horseback. After two days of this ordeal, Wu Long and his companions finally arrived at Wuliang Mountain, by which time the moon was high in the sky. The Daoist nuns were probably going to spend the night at Jianhu Palace. Of course, Wu Long wouldn't stop them; his target was the Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Divine Skill in the back mountains of Wuliang.

Wu Long walked halfway up Wuliang Mountain, completely ignoring the fact that this was a forbidden area of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Passing through a grove of trees, the tinkling sound of a stream attracted Wu Long's attention. Wu Long quickly went forward and looked at the pool where the stream had gathered. Suddenly, his head buzzed, and his heart pounded wildly.

In the middle of the forest, on a lush meadow, sat a wooden house, backed by a clear spring. It was early summer afternoon, the sun was high, and the weather was a little warm.

"Oh...you bad boy...ah...!"

A seductive, breathy woman's moans came from the edge of the pool, accompanied by the sound of water.

On the blue stone by the pool, two snow-white bodies were intertwined.

"You're still so tight..."

"Ah... harder... ah, ah ah—"

The man lying on the snow-white, voluptuous woman's body thrust violently, his hands already hooking the woman's long, slender legs beneath him. Her feet braced against the underwater rocks, and he straightened his body, thrusting even harder.

The woman screamed excitedly, a slender hand brushing aside her disheveled hair, revealing a beautiful, delicate face, her features exquisite, her cheeks flushed—a true beauty. Only the fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes betrayed her age, revealing she was over thirty. The man panted heavily, forcefully pounding into the woman's full, rounded body.

"Ah... you're using the 'Pure Maiden Technique' again..."

As the man's voice rang out, a lewd, smug young face lifted from between the woman's full, trembling breasts. The young man looked no more than twenty years old, his muscular body bulging on the woman's white, fragrant flesh, bursting with astonishing vitality.

"I never expected to see a live sex show here. Well, it's better than watching porn."

Wu Long, who hadn't been with a woman for three months, was feeling restless. As a former underground boxing champion, besides his nearly ten hours of insane training a day, alcohol and women were his only pleasures. Therefore, Wu Long was quite the womanizer, practically infatuated with every woman. Three months without a woman was indeed making him uncomfortable.

"You bad boy…who told you to be so…powerful, ah…"

the woman moaned seductively, her full buttocks swaying wantonly.

"No, no…"

"Ah, ah, ah…Guanghao, give it to me, give it to me…"

Wu Long suddenly realized that they were Yu Guanghao and Ge Guangpei having an affair. He vaguely remembered them. Although he was somewhat tempted, Wu Long's will was firm. After glancing at them, he continued towards his destination.

Wu Long walked swiftly, covering about ten kilometers before reaching the back of the main peak of Wuliang Mountain. He heard the sound of flowing water; there was a mountain stream ahead. Feeling thirsty, he followed the sound to the stream. Under the moonlight, the water was exceptionally clear. Wu Long quickly bent down and drank.

After finishing the water, Wu Long walked several kilometers more when he suddenly heard a loud, booming sound, like a surging tide. Looking up, he saw a huge waterfall cascading down a high cliff in the northwest corner, like an inverted Milky Way. He knew that going down from here should lead to his destination, and there should be a large crevice in the cliff.

After searching for a long time, Wu Long found the crevice. He jumped off the cliff, stretched out his arms, and firmly hugged a branch of an ancient pine tree, hanging in mid-air. Looking down, he saw that the deep valley was shrouded in mist, with no end in sight, but Wu Long's expression remained unchanged, still so calm. He used his waist strength to swing his body up, and instantly squeezed into the crevice. Then, along the cliff crevice, Wu Long slowly climbed down, not knowing how long he climbed, until he finally reached the bottom of the valley.

Wu Long couldn't help but shout in admiration. A massive waterfall, like a dragon suspended in mid-air, cascaded down the cliff into a crystal-clear lake. The lake overflowed as the waterfall continued to fall, suggesting another outlet for the water. At the point where the waterfall entered, the lake churned, but just ten feet away, the water became as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the moon, which shone a bright, full moon in its center. Wu Long was utterly stunned and awestruck by this wondrous sight. Countless flowers bloomed along the lakeshore, swaying gracefully in the moonlight.

After a while, Wu Long calmed down. He then discovered an extremely strange rock. Walking to its edge, he reached out and pushed it. His palm touched the slippery moss, and the rock seemed to sway slightly. He pushed harder with both hands, but the swaying intensified. The rock was chest-high, weighing at least a thousand pounds, if not two thousand. Logically, he shouldn't have been able to move it. Reaching under the rock, he discovered that the massive rock was perched atop a smaller rock, whether naturally formed or man-made, he couldn't tell. Pushing the right side of the rock with both hands, it swayed again, but quickly returned to

its original position, accompanied by the sound of breaking vines and creepers. Wu Long thought it was too late now, so he decided to wait until tomorrow. He lay down by the rock and took a short nap until dawn. He stood up to examine the surroundings of the large rock, pulling away all the vines and creepers between the larger and smaller rocks, clearing away the mud and sand. Then he pushed again, and sure enough, the rock slowly rotated, like a large door. Only halfway through did it reveal a cave about three feet high.

After walking more than ten steps, the cave was completely dark. He stretched out his hands, testing the ground with each step, finding the ground level as if walking on a stone path, indicating that the cave's path must have been artificially constructed. However, the path sloped downwards, clearly getting lower with each step. Suddenly, his right hand touched a cool, round object. Upon touching it, the object made a clear, ringing sound. Reaching out, he realized it was a door knocker.

Where there's a knocker, there must be a door. Wu Long felt around and found more than ten large, bowl-sized door studs. He reached out and pushed. The door seemed to be made of bronze and iron, quite heavy, but not bolted from the inside. With a bit of effort, the door slowly opened. He continued forward, reaching out again, and found another door ahead. He pushed it open, and suddenly, light shone before him. He immediately closed his eyes, his heart pounding. After a moment, he slowly opened them and saw that he was in a circular stone chamber. Light was coming from the left, but it was dim and not like natural light. (

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Four: Blazing Blade Technique)

Walking towards the light, he suddenly saw a large shrimp swimming past the window. Taking a few more steps, he saw a brightly patterned carp leisurely passing by the window. Looking closer at the window, he realized it was a large crystal, about the size of a copper basin, embedded in the stone wall, through which the light shone. Pressing his eyes against the crystal, he saw emerald green water constantly flowing, with fish and shrimp swimming back and forth, seemingly without end as far as the eye could see.

Turning around, he saw a stone table in the room, with a stool in front of it. A bronze mirror sat on the table, and beside it were combs and hairpins, suggesting it was a woman's quarters. The mirror was covered in verdigris, and the table was dusty, indicating it hadn't been there for many years. Suddenly

, he noticed a bronze mirror tilted to the east reflecting light towards the southwest corner. He saw what appeared to be a crack in the stone wall. Wu Long rushed over and pushed the wall; it was indeed a door. It slowly slid open, revealing a cave. Looking into the cave, he saw a stone staircase. Inside, a beautiful woman in palace attire stood, holding a long sword… The sharp point was aimed at his chest. Although the woman was graceful and elegant, she didn't seem alive. This statue was none other than Duan Yu's fairy sister; the jade face, with its white jade texture faintly revealing a blush, was indistinguishable from ordinary skin.

Wu Long then looked around and saw many characters written on the east wall, all sentences from "Zhuangzi," mostly from the chapters "Free and Easy Wandering," "Nourishing Life," "Autumn Floods," and "Supreme Happiness." The brushstrokes were flowing and elegant, as if carved with a sharp tool using immense strength, each stroke penetrating the stone wall almost half an inch. At the end of the text was a line that read: "Written by Xiaoyaozi for Sister Qiushui. In this cave, there is no sun or moon; it is the ultimate happiness in the world."

Wu Long bowed to the statue and then took out a silk package from under the small prayer mat. This silk package was about a foot long, with several lines of fine writing on the white silk: "Since you have kowtowed a thousand times, you shall serve me without regret for the rest of your life." This scroll contains the essence of my Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. You must diligently practice it three times a day, at dawn, noon, and dusk. If you slack off even slightly, I will be deeply saddened. Once you have mastered this divine skill, you may go to the Langhuan Blessed Land to peruse all kinds of classic texts. All the martial arts masters of the world are gathered here, and all will be at your disposal. Strive diligently! After you have mastered it, descend the mountain and kill all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect for me. If even one is missed, I will forever regret it, both in heaven and on earth.”

Wu Long, of course, ignored all this. He opened the silk package, inside which was a rolled-up silk scroll. Unrolling it, the first line read, “Northern Darkness Divine Skill.” The handwriting was elegant and powerful, matching the style of the writing on the outside of the silk package. Following this was written: “Zhuangzi’s ‘Free and Easy Wandering’ says: ‘North of the desolate land is the Dark Sea, the Heavenly Pool. There is a fish there, its breadth is thousands of miles, and no one knows its length.’” It is also said: "If the water is not deep enough, it cannot support a large boat. If you pour a cup of water on a shallow pond, a mustard seed can float on it; but if you place the cup there, it will stick, because the water is shallow and the boat is large." Therefore, the first principle of our school's martial arts is to accumulate internal strength. Once internal strength is abundant, all martial arts in the world can be used by us, just as the Northern Sea can carry both large and small boats, and accommodate both large and small fish. Therefore, internal strength is fundamental, and techniques are secondary. The following diagrams must be practiced diligently. "

He slowly unrolled the silk scroll with his left hand, revealing a reclining nude woman's image, completely naked, her face identical to the jade statue. Another green line extended downwards from her neck, passing through her abdomen and ending a few inches from her navel. Beside the line were finely inscribed characters such as 'Yunmen,' 'Zhongfu,' 'Tianfu,' 'Xiabai,' 'Chize,' 'Kongzui,' 'Lieque,' 'Jingqu,' 'Dayuan,' and 'Yuji,' ending at the 'Shaoshang' point on her thumb. Wu Long, of course, knew about acupoints. He then unrolled the scroll a little more, revealing the following text: 'The Northern Darkness Divine Skill draws upon the internal energy of the world to make it my own. The Northern Darkness Great Water does not arise spontaneously. As the saying goes, "A hundred rivers flow into the sea, and the sea's water is obtained by containing a hundred rivers." The vast ocean is formed through accumulation. This 'Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian' is the first lesson of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.' Below were the detailed training methods for this skill."

Finally, it says: "Most people practice martial arts from Yunmen to Shaoshang, but our Xiaoyao School does the opposite, starting from Shaoshang and progressing to Yunmen. When the thumb touches the opponent, their internal energy enters my body and is stored in acupoints such as Yunmen. However, if the opponent's internal energy is stronger than mine, it's like seawater overflowing into a river—extremely dangerous. Be careful, be careful. Our branch has not grasped the essential principles; we can only neutralize the opponent's internal energy, but cannot draw it into our own. It's like taking a thousand gold coins a day and then throwing them away—a wasteful squandering of precious resources, utterly laughable." Wu

Long unfurled the scroll again. The long scroll was filled with portraits of nude women, some standing, some lying down, some showing their chests, some their backs. The faces of the women were all similar, but their expressions varied—some joyful, some sorrowful, some gazing with affection, some with slight anger—each conveying a different emotion. There were thirty-six images in total, each marked with fine colored lines indicating acupoints and training methods. At the end of the scroll were the four characters "Lingbo Weibu" (凌波微步), followed by countless footprints marked with words like "Fumei" (妇妹) and "Wuwang" (无妄), all directions from the I Ching. Finally, a line read: "When suddenly encountering a powerful enemy, use this to protect yourself, accumulate internal strength, and then take the enemy's life." After rolling up the silk scroll, Wu

Long bowed twice. He then saw a moon gate on his left and slowly entered. Inside was another stone chamber with a stone bed. Before the bed sat a

seven-stringed zither, its strings broken. Wu Long thought this was a good place for cultivation. There were no bedding or clothes, only a seven-stringed zither hanging on the wall. To the left of the bed was a stone table with a nineteen-line chessboard carved on it. Over two hundred pieces were laid out on the board, but the game was unfinished. The zither remained, the game was unfinished, but the beauty was gone. Wu Long could only sigh.

He looked up … At the foot of the stone bed was a moon gate, with four characters carved into the wall beside it: "Langhuan Blessed Land." Wu Long knew this was the very place where all the martial arts manuals of various schools of the world were supposedly gathered, but now it was deserted.

Stepping inside, he looked around and saw rows of wooden bookshelves, but they were completely empty. Holding a candle, he approached and saw that the shelves were covered with labels, all bearing names like "Kunlun School," "Shaolin School," "Qingcheng School of Sichuan," and "Penglai School of Shandong." Among the various names listed were slips of paper bearing the name "Dali Duan Family." However, the slip for "Shaolin Sect" noted "Missing the Yi Jin Jing," the slip for "Beggar Clan" noted "Missing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," and the slip for "Dali Duan Family" noted "Missing the One Yang Finger Technique and the Six Meridian Divine Sword Technique, a great pity." Wu Long stepped through the stone gate and saw rows of wooden bookshelves in the cave, but they were completely empty, without a single book. Wu Long retrieved a flint and steel from inside the cave, lit some usable candles, and approached the bookshelves, where he saw they were covered with slips of paper. The books were filled with names like "Shaolin Sect," "Qingcheng Sect of Sichuan," and "Dali Duan Clan." However, the "Shaolin Sect" label noted "Missing the Yi Jin Jing," the "Beggar Clan" label noted "Missing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," and the "Dali Duan Clan" label noted "Missing the One Yang Finger Technique and the Six Meridian Divine Sword Technique, a great pity."

Although he already knew the truth, seeing all the manuals missing still left Wu Long somewhat disappointed. He wandered around the cave, searching, and after finding nothing, he sighed and unconsciously leaned against a nearby bookshelf.

"Clatter, clatter!" The bookshelf, old and dilapidated, couldn't withstand his full weight. A cloud of dust rose, and Wu Long was covered in dirt. He quickly got up, thankfully the bookshelf was already broken and hadn't injured him.

"Alas, it seems this cannot be forced. Now that I have obtained the Beiming Divine Skill, I can practice all martial arts in the world. Why should I covet these manuals?" Thinking this, Wu Long prepared to tidy up the cave and begin practicing his skills.

Halfway through, he discovered an ancient book on the ground. Carefully digging it out from under a scattered bookshelf, he found the title was "Blazing Blade Technique."

Wu Long wondered,

"Blazing Blade Technique? I wonder how it differs from Kumārajīva's Flaming Blade?"

Opening it, he saw that "Blazing Blade Technique" was divided into two parts. The first part, called "Blazing Sun Divine Skill," was a method for cultivating internal energy. The second part was the actual blade technique, called "Blazing Blade Technique." To cultivate "Blazing Blade Technique," one must first cultivate "Blazing Sun Divine Skill." The Blazing Blade Technique had eighteen moves, each with three variations, totaling only fifty-four moves—not particularly complex. "Blazing Sun Divine Skill" belonged to an evil martial art. The first requirement for cultivating this martial art was to draw true solar fire into the body! But true solar fire was incredibly powerful; drawing it into the body... Inside, how many people could endure it? Nine out of ten who practiced this martial art in the past would self-immolate; those who survived with even a bone or two were considered very lucky. Even the last one who succeeded would have to endure the pain of burning every day. Only by cultivating to the third level or higher could the pain gradually lessen, until finally, after mastering the divine skill, could one be freed. (From

Chapter 5 of the first part, "The Fallen Heavenly Dragon World")

Wu Long carefully read the manual and then put it in his pocket. Looking around, he saw that there were no bedding, pillows, or clothes in the room, only on the walls... A seven-stringed zither hung in the air, its strings all severed. To the left of the bed was a stone table with a nineteen-line chessboard carved on it, upon which lay over two hundred pieces. Black and white pieces faced off, the game unfinished. The zither remained, the game unfinished, but the beauty was gone. Wu Long could only sigh.

Just as Wu Long was about to begin practicing his martial arts, he suddenly remembered that the Wuliang Sect's sword tournament would begin in three days, meaning Duan Yu would likely arrive there as well. Thinking of this, Wu Long hesitated. In the book, Duan Yu would learn the Northern Darkness Divine Art here... A painting and the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) were his secrets, and he had escaped danger all the way thanks to their protection. However, now both were in Wu Long's possession. Wouldn't Duan Yu really become the disciple of the South Sea Crocodile God, one of the Four Evils? Although Wu Long didn't particularly like Duan Yu, he didn't hate him either. These things should have belonged to him anyway. Well, for the next three days, he'd tear off the first painting of the Beiming Divine Art and memorize the Lingbo Weibu. After all, Duan Yu only learned the second painting of Beiming. He could return them later. Whether Duan Yu would still be able to find them then... It all depends on his luck. Thinking this, Wu Long felt relieved. He didn't want to owe anyone anything, even if this hadn't happened yet. Perhaps this was just Wu Long—a proud Wu Long.

Soon, three days passed. During these days, Wu Long had memorized everything he needed to, and was waiting for Duan Yu's arrival. However, he didn't want to hide and watch that foolish scholar's performance, so he went to the riverbank outside the cave to begin practicing the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

The sound of the water outside the cave was already deafening. Wu Long looked out and saw raging waves and a rapid current. What a magnificent river! The riverbanks are lined with towering, rugged cliffs, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

The ancients often said, "Haste makes waste." This saying certainly holds some truth, but it depends on the environment. Wu Long believed that one's potential is often unleashed in harsh environments, just like Yang Guo in *The Return of the Condor Heroes* practicing swordsmanship in a waterfall and mastering his palm techniques in the ocean. Now, Wu Long was about to learn how to train in the surging, turbulent river.

Wu Long stripped naked, revealing muscles as if cast from iron and bronze; his physique was impeccably defined, a perfect blend of strength and art. A combination of beauty and slenderness, though somewhat thin, did not diminish its absolutely powerful visual impact; it was truly terrifying.

Standing where the river water was chest-deep, Wu Long pondered the meridians and acupoints on the first diagram, silently reciting the method of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. The text stated: "Our sect's internal energy cultivation method is contrary to that of other schools and sects. Therefore, anyone who has practiced internal energy cultivation must completely forget their previous learning and concentrate on practicing this new method. If there is even the slightest mixing or confusion, the two methods will clash, causing immediate madness, vomiting blood, and the destruction of all meridians—the most dangerous thing imaginable." The text repeatedly emphasized... This all points to this crucial juncture. Although Wu Long practiced the Eight Pieces of Brocade, a health-preserving exercise, it underwent a mutation along the way. He wasn't sure if it was qigong; if it was, he felt qi during practice, but if it wasn't, the qi always dissipated in all directions after each session, eventually disappearing. "

Fortune favors the bold," Wu Long decided. "If I feel any danger, I can stop." Little did he know that one cannot simply stop practicing qigong; otherwise, practitioners wouldn't be afraid of going astray.

In just half an hour, Wu Long had accurately visualized the acupoints of the 'Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian' as shown in the diagram. Suddenly, he felt a surge of extremely strong internal energy flowing from all parts of his body. This internal energy was actually the energy that Wu Long had been hiding in his cells for over a decade, energy that his cells couldn't absorb at the moment. With internal energy, he could naturally circulate it through his meridians. He then proceeded to practice the 'Ren Meridian'. This meridian originates at the 'Huiyin' acupoint between the anus and genitals, and runs straight up through the Qugu, Zhongji, Guanyuan, and Shimen acupoints, passing through the abdomen, chest, and throat, ending at the 'Duanji' acupoint between the lower teeth in the mouth. The Ren Meridian has many acupoints, but its red vein runs straight down, making it very simple. He quickly memorized the locations and names of the acupoints and reached out to touch each acupoint on his body. This meridian was still practiced in reverse, running down from Duanji, Chengjiang, Lianquan, and Tiantu to the Huiyin acupoint.

The diagram states: "The Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and the Ren Meridian are the foundation of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill. Among them, the Shaoshang acupoint on the thumb and the Tanzhong acupoint between the breasts are of utmost importance. The former is used to treat the latter. Humans have four seas: the stomach is the sea of water, the Chong Meridian is the sea of the twelve meridians, the Tanzhong acupoint is the sea of Qi, and the brain is the sea of marrow. Ingesting water and storing it in the stomach is something infants are born with, requiring no training. Using the Shaoshang acupoint to draw in another's internal energy and store it in my Qi Sea is something only the authentic Northern Darkness Divine Skill of the Xiaoyao School can do. Humans ingest water, and it all dissipates in a day. I draw in another's internal energy, taking a portion and storing it, endlessly, growing thicker and thicker, like the vast expanse of the Northern Darkness Heavenly Pool, capable of buoying a thousand-mile-long Kun."

Just as Wu Long was practicing the first diagram, a strange thing happened again: more and more internal energy surged from various parts of his body, and then only… He felt an extremely strong wave of dizziness, as if all his energy had been drained. Just as he thought he was about to die, a ray of sunlight shone on him. It was noon, the time when the sun's fire was at its fiercest, so the sunlight could reach into the valley. Wu Long suddenly remembered the method of absorbing the true fire of the sun for his own use in the "Blazing Sun Divine Skill". His survival instinct made him activate his energy gate, turning the true fire of the sun into a stream of heat and absorbing it into his body. This activation was like turning on a tap. Under the terrifying attraction of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, the heat of the true fire of the sun on his body became more and more intense. Wu Long felt like a roasted suckling pig, being roasted from the inside out by the raging fire. A belly full of viscous, molten, fiery true energy was rapidly coursing through his body.

His skin turned an unnatural crimson, and a powerful, oppressive heat emanated from him, directly transferring to the nearby water. Tiny bubbles began to appear out of nowhere, growing larger and faster as his body temperature rose and the heat from his body intensified. In less than a quarter of an hour, the water around him became scalding hot, and the rate at which the water decomposed into gas due to the high temperature also increased significantly. This phenomenon became more pronounced and intense the closer one was to his body.

He felt as if his internal organs, blood, and skin were evaporating. The fiery currents that penetrated deep into his flesh and marrow brought him unimaginable pain, seemingly even more intense than the pain inflicted by the cold energy flow. He wanted to roar, to scream, to jump up and vent his frustrations as he used to, to smash and destroy things, but his body was bound by the true energy. He couldn't move at all, and his frenzied and violent roars could only be heard in his mind, shaking his soul and agitating his nerves. The circulation of the true energy provided his body with the energy it needed, but it also made him even more insane. He believed that if he could breathe now, the air he exhaled would probably be bursts of flames.

After an unknown amount of time, the suction force generated by the Northern Darkness Divine Art finally disappeared. Wu Long had completed the first diagram of his cultivation. After reaching the limit of pain, he felt incredibly comfortable. His internal energy dissipated like steam, but Wu Long didn't feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, a smooth and comfortable feeling flowed through his entire body, and fatigue and pain seemed to disappear in an instant. In his comfort, Wu Long submerged his entire body in the water, and even greedily submerged his head and hair, savoring this rare comfort. It was as if every cell in

his body had a life of its own, pulsating actively. Wu Long knew he had just escaped death. After a while, Wu Long stepped out of the water and stretched involuntarily, twisting his neck. His bones cracked and popped. He let out a long breath:

"Phew—so comfortable."

After warming up, Wu Long roared, "Ya-ha—" In that instant, his body was propelled forward as if by a powerful spring, rushing into the valley.

His body sprinted forward at breakneck speed, each stride covering three or four meters or more. As he advanced, Wu Long kept his body low to minimize air resistance. With the explosive power of his legs, Wu Long continued to accelerate, the scenery rushing past him like a train journey. At this moment, Wu Long could only be described as lightning fast. After

running for a while, Wu Long finally stopped and assumed a basic fighting stance. A fighting stance, also known as a combat position, is formed based on the fundamental principles of human movement and the characteristics of combat, summarized from practical experience. The characteristics of a fighting stance are: stable center of gravity, small exposed area, flexible initiation, rapid attack, and favorable for both offense and defense. Only by mastering the correct fighting stance can one gain an automatic advantage in actual combat; in other words, the fighting stance is the foundation of all combat.

Wu Long stepped forward with his left foot, toes slightly turned inward, while his right toes were positioned at a 45-degree angle to the front. His legs were about one and a half foot lengths apart, with the inner sides of his feet about half a foot apart. His knees were slightly bent, and most of his weight was on his back. He clenched his fists, raised his left arm, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and lowered his shoulders.

Wu Long tucked in his chest and abdomen. Suddenly, a series of whooshing sounds rang out. He had unleashed ten punches in an instant, his arms and fists leaving blurry shadows in the air. Good heavens, what speed and power! Wu Long stared in astonishment at his clenched fists. He knew he couldn't have done this a day ago. Was this the wonder of the Northern Darkness Divine Art? Was this the power of advanced martial arts in this world? A short period of practice had equaled several years of his own cultivation.

In truth, Wu Long was also recklessly audacious. The internal energy he had generated from ten years of practicing hard qigong was being absorbed by his cells. Two years ago, his cells had already reached saturation, and the amount of internal energy absorbed was decreasing. However, due to his body's instinctive habit, the internal energy still flowed into his cells, accumulating there. Perhaps if he continued practicing like this, until his cells could no longer absorb internal energy, he would very likely die from the feedback loop of internal energy.

The key points of the Beiming Divine Art repeatedly emphasize that those who practice this school's martial arts must forget what they have learned. In reality, this means abandoning what they have learned. Otherwise, after completing the practice, because the Beiming Divine Art cannot be released, it will absorb one's own internal energy. Those without internal energy, like Duan Yu, will not encounter any problems, but those with internal energy, especially those with profound internal energy, will be completely absorbed, ultimately leading to death. Although Wu Long had accumulated internal energy, he couldn't use it. When it was completely absorbed, his body's survival instinct caused him to release the energy of his cells as well as internal energy. If this continued, he would be drained to death by himself.

At this critical moment, Wu Long used the method of absorbing the true fire of the sun in the "Blazing Sun Divine Skill". He possessed the infinite energy of the sun and finally satisfied the absorption limit of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill. He completed the first circulation diagram of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill in one day. His body stopped absorbing internal energy, but instead, the internal energy dispersed. As a result of this destruction, his cells expanded their capacity like a black hole and absorbed all the internal energy back. The first part of the Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Six:

First Encounter with Duan Yu. This process sounds simple, but it was actually extremely dangerous. If Wu Long hadn't been a black boxing master who had undergone hellish and rigorous training, with a willpower far stronger than that of special forces soldiers, and if his body hadn't been strengthened by gene potions to the fullest extent, making his meridians and muscles far superior to those of ordinary people, he would have been burned to nothing by the vicious true fire of the sun long ago. As a result, Wu Long's hard qigong, Beiming Divine Art, and the blazing sun divine art actually merged into a peculiar mutated divine art due to a series of coincidences.

This martial art uses the Blazing Sun Divine Skill as a conduit, like a tap for water, absorbing the sun's true energy into the body. It is based on the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, refining the sun's true fire into true qi, circulating it within the body. Finally, it uses hard qigong as its source, storing the scorching sun's true qi within the cells. Even if the creator of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, Xiaoyaozi, were alive today, he would be astonished by this. This martial art is far more powerful and effective than the Northern Darkness Divine Skill alone. Firstly, the Northern Darkness Divine Skill's absorption of Duan Yu's internal energy was malicious, and secondly, the internal energy cultivated by humans is impure and mixed. After being absorbed by the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, it takes a considerable amount of time to refine it into Northern Darkness True Qi; even obtaining three-tenths is considered good. Only by absorbing the internal energy of other members of the Xiaoyao Sect can one achieve over ninety percent.

However, no matter how powerful one's internal energy is, it is laughably insignificant compared to the infinite solar energy. One can absorb the true fire of the sun for one's own use. The sun is the energy source for all life; even if only one two-billionth of it falls to the ground, it is still infinite. Using the true fire of the sun as energy is far more powerful than internal energy. Of course, there is a conversion process and efficiency issue involved. While the sun's energy is the energy for the growth of all things, it is also enough to destroy any life. However, our atmosphere blocks almost all harmful rays from the sun, which is why absorbing the true fire of the sun is possible. If the Blazing Sun Divine Skill can convert the true fire of the sun to an efficiency of one, then after merging with the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, it becomes ten. Of course, ten is far from the limit; this is only the first diagram. The Northern Darkness Divine Skill has thirty-six diagrams, divided into six realms.

Ordinary people practice martial arts based on themselves, refining essence into qi, and then following the meridians to open up the many meridians and acupoints of the human body. The Northern Darkness Divine Skill is different; it draws on the internal energy of others for its own use. Those who master it can even directly draw on the essence of heaven and earth for their own use. Other internal energy cultivation techniques radiate outwards, while the Beiming Divine Art gathers inwards, allowing it to absorb Duan Yu's power for its own use. The true energy of the sun eventually merges into Wu Long's cells, continuously strengthening them and tempering his body, making him increasingly powerful. When the Beiming Divine Art reaches its peak, his body will achieve the legendary [Indestructible Vajra] state, coveted by everyone in the martial arts world! Only Bodhidharma has ever reached this level.

Wu Long realized this, and he practiced the Beiming Divine Art for an entire day. Whether the first few diagrams were relatively easy or due to Wu Long's superior aptitude, he completed twelve diagrams in one day. However, the subsequent practice was always the same as the first: first excruciating pain, then a blissful, almost divine experience. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had gone mad. Fortunately, Wu Long's willpower was strong, and the pain subsided after the initial ordeal. His body had also become extremely strong. He had absorbed the true energy of the sun through ten years of arduous practice of the twelve diagrams of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, making his internal strength at least equivalent to thirty years of arduous training for an ordinary person. He could be said to be no less than a first-rate master.

When hungry, Wu Long would pick wild fruits in the forest by the river. For the past two days, Wu Long hadn't returned to the cave, but instead found a relatively secluded clearing. He put down the Northern Darkness Divine Art and began practicing his escape technique—the Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps).

Wu Long recalled the methods and diagrams recorded in the Lingbo Weibu scroll. The scroll not only clearly illustrated the footwork but also detailed the positions of the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching. Fortunately, in his modern life, Wu Long particularly enjoyed reading esoteric books, and he had naturally not neglected the I Ching. Although he couldn't compare to those experts, he was still quite proficient, so learning the Lingbo Weibu wasn't difficult for him. Sometimes the footwork was quite strange; after taking one step, it was impossible to connect to the next, until one realized that one had to turn around in mid-air to connect skillfully and naturally. Sometimes, one had to leap forward and backward, dart left and right, to match the footwork in the scroll. Fortunately, Wu Long was a modern person, and his thinking was much more open than those of the ancients. When he encountered a problem and couldn't figure it out by struggling, he would find another way, and in this way, the problem would be solved.

After a day of this, he had learned 70% of the footwork in the scroll. After eating wild fruit in the evening, Wu Long continued to practice. Duan Yu recited the steps in his mind and stepped according to the footwork of the sixty-four hexagrams drawn on the scroll, starting from 'Ming Yi', through 'Ben', 'Ji Ji', and 'Jia Ren', completing all sixty-four hexagrams and walking a full circle to 'Wu Wang'. At this point, Wu Long knew that he had learned the entire set of footwork. Although he was not very familiar with it, being able to learn all the footwork in one day showed that Wu Long had a high level of comprehension. Before going to sleep that night, Duan Yu mentally visualized his steps, thinking about each one. Suddenly, a surge of internal energy welled up. Since Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Divine Skill were from the same school and created by the same person, their acupoints were essentially the same. This meant that practicing Lingbo was simultaneously cultivating Beiming, and the combined power of both was evident!

Wu Long, of course, focused even more intently on practicing Lingbo. He took one step, inhaled, and exhaled with the next. After completing the sixty-four hexagrams, he felt a smooth and comfortable breathing pattern. The second time, he took two steps, inhaled, and then exhaled again. This 'Lingbo Weibu' used dynamic exercises to cultivate internal energy. Each step completed a full cycle of the sixty-four hexagrams, and the internal energy naturally completed the next cycle as well. Therefore, with each repetition, Duan Yu's internal strength increased. After practicing like this for half a day, he had become quite proficient in 'Lingbo Weibu,' no longer needing to count breaths. Even when walking quickly, his breath was unimpeded, and his mind was at ease.

In just a few days, Wu Long underwent a complete transformation. Thanks to the death-defying combat techniques he learned in underground boxing, his now incredibly strong body and profound internal energy made him feel fearless in the martial world. He immediately decided to leave the valley.

——————Separation——————

Duan Yu, the prince of Dali, possessed extensive family martial arts knowledge, yet he disliked learning and understood neither. Forced by his father and uncle to leave home, he heard of the serene beauty of Wuliang Mountain. He sought to stop the fighting outside the Sword Lake Palace of Wuliang Mountain, trying to persuade the Shennong Gang to act peacefully. Unexpectedly, he was coerced into taking the "Heartbreak Powder" and forced to travel back and forth to Wanjie Valley within seven days, exchanging the antidote for the Lightning Sable Poison for the lives of Zhong Ling and Duan Yu. After a difficult escape to the riverbank, which was full of rocks with no path, he walked seven or eight miles before discovering a wild peach tree laden with fruit. Starving and dizzy, Duan Yu's spirits lifted, and he quickly picked some. Fortunately, the fruit wasn't very tall; otherwise, the scholar would have had to rely on the sight of peaches to stave off hunger.

Just then, Duan Yu spotted a man approaching from afar. Having been hunted for days, Duan Yu was terrified. Upon seeing this stranger, he shrank back, trying to hide behind a tree. But peach trees weren't tall or sturdy; how could they possibly conceal an adult?

As he drew closer, Duan Yu couldn't help but admire the man. Though dressed in rough, hunter-like clothing, his imposing presence was undeniable. He had thick, sword-like eyebrows, ordinary features, a resolute face, a cold and confident expression, and a tall, slender frame, occasionally revealing a hint of thinness. That nonchalant, cold smile, however, was like the finishing touch, making him appear several times larger, impossible to underestimate. Who else could this be but Wu Long!

Although Duan Yu still felt a little apprehensive, he mustered his courage and clasped his hands in greeting to Wu Long, saying, "My name is Duan Yu. May I ask your name, brother?"

Wu Long was surprised; he hadn't expected him to be Duan Yu. To be honest, he had a very good impression of Duan Yu; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to give him the first illustration of the *Northern Darkness Divine Art*. Duan Yu, dressed in a blue robe, had a jade-like appearance, clear and gentle features, and an indescribable, innate elegance. Wu Long knew that Duan Yu was completely free of worldly guile, purely innocent, cheerful, and understanding. His handsome face would never reveal the cold arrogance often seen in the world. Duan Yu was the ideal scholar, even his pedantic side was endearing. Duan Yu was more like a poet. Duan Yu was happy when he was joyful, laughed when he was humorous, and shed tears when he was sad. He never hid his feelings, and he never cared how others viewed him. He simply acted according to his nature, and his inherent aristocratic dignity remained unforgettable in any situation. Smiling, he clasped his hands in greeting and replied,

"My name is Wu Long. What brings you here, brother?"

"Brother Wu Long, do you know where the 'Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities' is? I have urgent business there,"

Duan Yu continued. Although Wu Long didn't know the exact location of the "Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities," he knew that Duan Yu could reach it by walking out of here. So Duan Yu replied, "Walk out from here, and if you see a large forest, you'll be there." (From

Chapter Seven of Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Saving Zhong Ling)

Although Wu Long didn't know the exact location of "Ten Thousand Tribulations Valley," he knew Duan Yu could reach it by walking out of here. So he replied, "Go out from here, and if you see a large forest, you'll be there."

Duan Yu quickly thanked Wu Long and ran forward. Wu Long wanted to go with him, but then thought that Duan Yu was very lucky and wouldn't die so easily, so he didn't bother going with him. Wu Long thought of Zhong Ling, the girl who was being held captive on the mountain, and suddenly felt curious and tempted. After all, she was the first beautiful woman to appear in the Tianlong story. Now that his martial arts skills were beginning to improve, rescuing her might not be a bad idea. In fact, during his martial arts training these past few days, Wu Long had already made plans for his life in this world. Although he didn't have the ambition to become an emperor and sweep across the land, he did have a wish to establish a super sect to dominate the martial arts world. Most importantly, he wanted to gather all the beautiful women in the martial arts world. Perhaps this was just wishful thinking from reading novels, but now that he had the opportunity to realize it, he naturally wanted to try it out.

After cultivating this extraordinary divine skill, he possessed immense strength, was as light as a swallow, and as fast as a leopard. What surprised him most was the persistent warmth coursing through his body these past few days. This wasn't true qi; the warmth within his meridians had increased significantly, circulating through the eight extraordinary meridians. Wherever it passed, the meridians felt as if they were being roasted by fire, causing intense discomfort. Simultaneously, he experienced waves of restlessness, and his penis frequently became erect, filling him with desire. After several days of contemplation, Wu Long suddenly realized that this was due to absorbing the true fire of the sun for his own use, resulting in a very strong yang energy in his body. This discovery truly delighted him. According to traditional Chinese medicine, the stronger a person's yang energy, the stronger their libido and sexual prowess. Novels often depict men with the Nine Yang True Body, the most coveted men for women. The yang energy he generated from absorbing the true fire of the sun was likely even stronger than the Nine Yang Body. Thus, he possessed the ability most desired by men, even more important than martial arts. Therefore, Wu Long's temporary goal was to gather all the beautiful women within his moral boundaries.

Watching Duan Yu's departing figure, Wu Long's thoughts grew heavier. A slight smile appeared on his lips

as he said, "Well, now that I've rescued Zhong Ling, I should be able to catch up with this idiot and see Mu Wanqing before him. These past few years, I've been playing around with foreign women, and now I feel like throwing up at the sight of them. Chinese women are so much better, especially ancient beauties. They're almost extinct in modern society, but there were so many in the Song Dynasty

. Hehe, I'm not going to be like those male protagonists in those novels who travel back to ancient times, acting all high and mighty, practicing monogamy, and liking so-called 'savage' women with a modern vibe—it's just absurd." Immediately, Wu Long sprinted forward, his body propelled as if by a powerful spring, hurtling towards the valley. His body sprinted forward at breakneck speed, each stride covering three or four meters or more. As he advanced, Wu Long kept his body low to reduce air resistance. With the explosive power of his legs, his body continued to accelerate. If anyone were there, they would surely be startled, wondering if they had encountered a cheetah in the mountains.

Wu Long leaped across the nearly dried-up riverbed rocks, the scenery rushing past. At this moment, Wu Long could only be described as lightning fast. Leaning forward at a 45-degree angle, he braced his left foot on a boulder, covering three meters in the process. His right foot then leaped onto another rock, traversing another four meters. A three-meter-high boulder blocked his path, but Wu Long's speed didn't diminish. He planted his foot on the middle of the boulder, converting his forward momentum into upward lift, and planted two more feet on the rock, landing safely. He then continued forward without pause.

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As darkness fell, the moon soon rose in the east. Wu Long moved like a cheetah searching for a path. Before long, he saw a cluster of stars on the opposite hillside, with a fire burning. To the east of the fire, a mountain peak rose majestically, and at its foot stood dozens of large houses—the Wuliang Sword Lake Palace.

Wu Long roared,

"Summon Sikong Xuan to come out and see me!"

His shout carried far, like thunder, startling many birds. Amidst the commotion, dozens of Shennong Gang members quickly arrived near Wu Long. *Clang!* A deafening shriek, like the violent scraping of metal, rang out as everyone drew their weapons simultaneously, the gleaming white blades illuminating the somewhat gloomy sky. Someone demanded,

"Who are you?"

Wu Long smiled slightly and said,

"I'm here to cause you trouble!" A sly smile crept across Wu

Long's lips. Before the Shennong Gang members could react, he moved. From stillness to motion, using the ground as a bowstring, his body transformed into a black arrow, shooting out at a lightning-fast angle to the side and upward. At the same time, his hands moved with unimaginable speed, swift and unpredictable, striking with his head, punches, legs, backs, knees, and shoulders—using every part of his body. Each strike was infused with his full power; anything he touched... Those who arrived were sent flying. As masters of underground boxing, every part of their bodies was a deadly weapon!

Fast, incredibly fast—that speed was simply inhuman. These Shennong Gang members couldn't even imagine what kind of speed that was. Was it lightning? Or a fleeting shadow?

Thirty seconds!!

Thirty seconds later, no one remained standing. Wu Long strode confidently into the main hall.

A woman was tied to a pillar! Shennong Gang leader Sikong Xuan sat in the center in Wu Long's leather armchair. Seeing Wu Long barge in, he sternly said,

"Boy! Who are you?"

Wu Long laughed, "Sikong Xuan, you don't need to know who I am. Release Miss Zhong Ling immediately."

This time it was Zhong Ling's turn to be confused. She said,

"Who are you? I don't know you! Did that fool Duan Yu send you?"

Wu Long smiled slightly,

"Yes and no! But I've come specifically to rescue you today."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Xuan said,

"Boy, you're spouting nonsense! Seize him! " "

As soon as he finished speaking, four Shennong Sect disciples pounced on him. Wu Long smiled slightly, and in an instant, his iron fist slammed down like thunder, his legs shot out like lightning, sending the four flying back at an even faster speed! Their screams of broken bones ripped through the air! Then, Wu Long leaped forward and appeared in front of Sikong Xuan. Immediately afterward, Wu Long's palm, filled with an incomparably domineering and fierce aura, descended from the sky, accompanied by booming winds and thunderous sounds. Its wide range and immense power were astonishing, sealing off every possible corner where Sikong Xuan could dodge, forcing her to fight head-on with no way to retreat. Sikong Xuan felt an unprecedented pressure. The palm, as imposing as the might of heaven, had not yet made contact, but the powerful wind pressure generated before the attack had already forced him to gasp for breath." He had difficulty breathing.

Chapter 8 of the first part of Fallen Dragon World: Let's consummate our marriage!

Sikong Xuan barely managed to muster all his inner strength, unleashing a move called "Overlord Lifts His Head," his fist and palm colliding instantly. The heavy force of the punch, like Mount Tai pressing down, shattered and disintegrated all of Sikong Xuan's power in an instant. The terrifying force that followed made Sikong Xuan "slip—" his back pressed against the ground as he slid away into the distance. The solid floor was plowed open by his rapidly sliding body, creating a crack several centimeters deep. The floor collapsed and shattered, the result of which was shocking and chilling. The damage and destruction caused by this punch was so enormous!

Sikong Xuan's whole body was numb, and he had no power to resist at all. How could he dare to resist? He quickly knelt down and begged for mercy:

"Great hero, spare my life! I was blind."

Wu Long said solemnly: "Bring me the antidote!"

Sikong Xuan was stunned and said: "I don't know what kind of antidote the great hero wants."

"Seven days of Heartbreak Powder." "

Wu Long said coldly.

Sikong Xuan quickly took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and handed it to him, saying,

"This is it. Take two pills at a time, one red and one green."

Wu Long said, "

You're quite obedient. I won't harm you. Let's go."

After speaking, Wu Long untied Zhong Ling and gave her the seven-day antidote for the Heartbreak Powder.

Zhong Ling was filled with gratitude and confusion, and asked,

"You really came to save me?"

At this moment, Wu Long carefully examined the beautiful Zhong Ling. Her skin was fair, delicate, and tender, shining brightly under the colorful palace lanterns in the hall. Her features were distinct, and she constantly exuded a youthful fragrance that made people lose their senses and their souls fly away. At this moment, Zhong Ling blushed under Wu Long's gaze. Her oval face, like a rosy dawn, shimmered with a captivating light. Her small, delicate nose twitched slightly, and her full, crimson lips, like ripe lychees, tempted one to take a bite. Her slightly parted mouth emitted a lewd laugh and panted, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth, resembling jade shells on the beach. Her two round dimples, like small pools of water, rippled with alluring charm. A faint fragrance of perfume wafted into Wu Long's nostrils, stirring the desire within him.

"Truly a rare beauty!" Wu Long thought to himself.

Wu Long said, "Yes! Besides saving you, I also need to save the people injured by your Lightning Sable."

Zhong Ling, upon hearing this, said with some disappointment, "You want to save the Shennong Sect people?"

Wu Long said, "No! It's the Wuliang Sword Sect people."

Zhong Ling said, "Don't worry! They weren't poisoned; they'll only itch for a few days. Do you think Wu Long is someone who can't distinguish between good and bad?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Long laughed. He said, "Of course not! You're simply the most adorable angel in heaven!"

Zhong Ling said, "By the way, that silly boy Duan Yu also took the Intestine-Severing Powder for seven days. Let's take the antidote to him."

Wu Long nodded and said, "Okay!"

Just as Wu Long and Zhong Ling were about to leave, they suddenly felt a chilling wind rising behind them. Wu Long pushed Zhong Ling aside and said,

"Be careful!" Turning around, he saw Sikong Xuan's pair of poisonous palms heavily striking Wu Long's heart! The palm technique used by Sikong Xuan was called the Five Thunder Palm, also known as the Five Poison Hand or Yin Hand. It was a hard external martial art, belonging to the yang power, combined with the yin softness. The method is simple, but some preparation is required beforehand. The method involves taking twenty catties of yellowish-white soil from the bottom of a sandpit around the time of the Qingming Festival, storing it in a sand jar to dry it, and then, around the time of the Dragon Boat Festival in May, taking five poisonous creatures (centipede, scorpion, snake, spider, and toad) and mashing them into the soil. Then, add ten catties each of iron sand and white vinegar, five catties of liquor, and two catties of bronze sand to the soil and mix well. Place the mixture on a sturdy wooden bench or a flat stone surface and frequently pat it without interruption or slackening. After three years, the skill will be mastered.

Although this martial art can be mastered very quickly, it is ultimately subtle and ruthless, hence the name "Five Poison Hand." Originally, such martial arts were despised by righteous people. This palm strike is extremely fierce, but relying solely on internal strength to injure or kill Wu Long is absolutely impossible. The most dangerous aspect of the Five Poison Palm technique is that the palm itself contains potent poison. During regular practice, the practitioner unknowingly absorbs the toxins seeping into the soil. In combat, when struck, the victim first suffers the palm's force, then the poison of the five poisons—like being bitten simultaneously by a centipede, scorpion, snake, spider, and toad. The toxicity is overwhelming.

Wu Long's clothes were torn, revealing a clear, black handprint on his chest. The handprint was terrifying. Sikong Xuan smiled smugly; with the Five Poison Palm striking his chest, even the Heavenly Mountain Child was doomed! Wu Long's leg seemed to break through speed limitations, transforming into a black lightning bolt that shot through the hazy dust and struck the unresponsive Sikong Xuan squarely in the chest. Boom—! With a deafening roar, he was sent hurtling like a cannonball by Wu Long's unparalleled kick. The walls of the hall shattered instantly, sending debris flying and dust billowing, leaving a large crater.

Under such a powerful kick from Wu Long, Sikong Xuan was obviously beyond dead.

Seeing that I had taken the blow for her, Zhong Ling, grateful, helped Wu Long up, asking, "Brother, how are you?"

Wu Long circulated his inner energy, and scorching true qi surged from his chest, instantly refining the poisonous true qi that had invaded his body. Wu Long was surprised, thinking,

"It seems my true qi is completely immune to poison. Now I'm immune to all poisons, no less than Duan Yu who ate that toad!"

Seeing Wu Long remain silent, Zhong Ling assumed he was badly injured and blamed herself, saying,

"It's all my fault! Why did you take that blow for me?"

Wu Long smiled,

"My name is Wu Long. From now on, you can call me Brother Wu. You're so beautiful; I didn't want you to get hurt." Upon hearing this, Zhong

Ling was moved to tears; women were indeed emotional creatures.

After leaving the Shennong Sect with Zhong Ling, who was worried about Wu Long's internal injuries, she insisted on staying at an inn in a small town at the foot of the mountain, planning to continue their journey the next day. That night, Wu Long and Zhong Ling each had a room. Thinking of Zhong Ling's cute and charming appearance during the day, Wu Long felt a surge of yang energy within him, making his lower body frighteningly erect, feeling a burning desire. However, unwilling to give up his virginity from the Tianlong world to the Fifth Sister (I don't need to explain what that means), he circulated his internal energy to calm himself and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Wu Long immediately woke up and asked.

"It's me, "

Zhong Ling answered from outside the door. Without waiting for Wu Long to open the door, Zhong Ling entered the room and came to his bedside, saying,

"Brother Wu, are you feeling better?"

Wu Long deliberately teased her, whispering,

"I'm a little uncomfortable!"

Hearing that he was uncomfortable, Zhong Ling showed concern, saying,

"You're not comfortable?" "What's wrong?"

Wu Long opened his eyes and, through the dim light, saw Zhong Ling's exquisitely curvaceous figure. His face flushed red. Zhong Ling was wearing a red short skirt today, the belt tightly cinching her slender waist. She also wore a tight-fitting top, highlighting her prominent breasts, which made his lower body swell even more. "Brother Wu, where are you uncomfortable?

"

Zhong Ling, seeing Wu Long staring at her so intently, said shyly, "Brother Wu, where are you uncomfortable?" Wu Long said, "Here." Wu Long suddenly pulled back the covers, revealing his large penis bulging high in his crotch, like a huge tent about to burst through. Zhong Ling's face immediately turned bright red, and she exclaimed in surprise and shame, "Ah! Brother Wu, you're so naughty!" In modern terms, this phrase represents love. At this moment, Wu Long and Zhong Ling were so intimately close. The delicate fragrance emanating from Zhong Ling lingered around Wu Long's nose, arousing his desire. He couldn't help but whisper in Zhong Ling's ear again. Zhong Ling exclaimed in surprise, "What? You want Wu Long..." Before she could finish speaking, Wu Long's thick lips had already attacked, pressing against her cherry-like mouth. Zhong Ling's breathing suddenly quickened tenfold, and her heart pounded fiercely. She felt Wu Long's tongue sliding into her mouth, about to triumphantly meet her own. In an instant, an indescribable, wonderful sensation spread from her heart. Wu Long then boldly used his hands to caress Zhong Ling's breasts through her clothes. Zhong Ling felt a tingling sensation, a little scared, but mostly confused. Wu Long untied the silk ribbon binding Zhong Ling's waist, causing her upper garment to loosen. Wu Long then grabbed the collar of her lotus-patterned bodice and peeled it down. Soon, her bodice embroidered with lotus root patterns was revealed, revealing her snow-white, fragrant shoulders, which trembled slightly. Wu Long moved down along Zhong Ling's lips, and soon the knot of her bodice was also untied, revealing two plump little white breasts. Wu Long held them in his hands and played with them.

Zhong Ling simply closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, feeling herself about to completely succumb. The tingling, numbing sensation of skin-to-skin contact, along with the intense, itchy itch in her heart, was filled with stimulation and temptation. Could this be the pleasure between a man and a woman? What a wonderful feeling! Wu Long squeezed and played with Zhong Ling's breasts, while his mouth was already holding her two slowly hardening nipples. Zhong Ling's breasts were naturally full and perky, enticing Wu Long to bury his entire head deep within them. So soft! After kissing her passionately for a while, Wu Long's right hand involuntarily moved towards Zhong Ling's lower body. Suddenly, Zhong Ling's slender hand pressed against Wu Long, letting out a pleading moan:

"Brother Wu, no!"

Wu Long couldn't stop at this point, coaxing:

"Good sister, let brother touch you!"

His right hand forcefully slipped into Zhong Ling's pants. Zhong Ling was now as soft as a cotton candy, her hands weakly wrapped around Wu Long's broad waist. Wu Long leaned down and kissed her cheek affectionately, whispering, "Good sister, let's consummate our marriage tonight!"

Chapter Nine of the First Part: Fallen Dragon World: Storm!!

"Brother Wu, Brother Wu~~~"

The knocking on the door startled Wu Long awake. He found himself lying in bed, with no sign of the beautiful Zhong Ling beside him. Hearing Zhong Ling's calls from outside, he immediately realized that everything last night was just a dream. Wu Long couldn't help but chuckle, thinking,

"So it was just a dream. I was right. This is ancient times, not a modern bar. It's not that easy to get into bed here. This is the Song Dynasty; women are very conservative. But it would be a pity to take such a pretty girl like Zhong Ling so quickly."

Wu Long got out of bed. To his relief, although he had a dream, he hadn't had a wet dream. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to change his underwear. He put on his clothes, opened the door, and the pretty Zhong Ling stood outside, her big eyes sparkling. She asked,

"Brother Wu Long, are you feeling better?"

Wu Long smiled.

"I'm perfectly fine, of course I'm great! I could kill a tiger with one punch now!"

With that, Wu Long struck a bodybuilder's pose, much to the amusement of the little girl who had never seen such a strange pose before. Wu Long praised her,

"Zhong Ling, you're so beautiful."

The little girl blushed and whispered,

"Brother Wu, don't tease me. Sister Mu and my mother are much prettier. You can just call me Ling'er."

Wu Long, naturally pleased, said,

"Okay, Ling'er, let's hurry up and get going, lest your mother worry. I think that bookworm Duan Yu has already told your mother about you. If she comes running because she's worried, we'll miss her."

Zhong Ling thought Wu Long's words made sense. She then helped Wu Long pay the bill, quickly ate some food, and headed towards Wan Jie Valley. Horses were unavailable in the town, but both were martial artists and didn't need them. The little girl's martial arts weren't strong, but her lightness skill was exceptional; Wu Long had to run at full speed to catch her. Although the little girl found Wu Long's running style as wild and captivating as a tiger or cheetah, she knew it wasn't lightness skill and couldn't help but ask curiously,

"Brother Wu, don't you know lightness skill?"

Wu Long blushed slightly. Although he possessed the Lingbo Weibu, an absolutely wondrous footwork, it wasn't considered lightness skill. It only allowed for darting on a flat surface and couldn't achieve high-distance vertical leaps. Moreover, he had only just learned it; it was good for dodging, but not for long-distance travel. Seeing Wu Long remain silent, Zhong Ling quickly said,

"Brother Wu, how about I teach you lightness skill?"

Wu Long didn't agree, feeling it would be a loss of face, and began to study the method of lightness skill in his mind. The essence of lightness skill was to make one's body lighter, but how could one become lighter? But a person's mass doesn't change; what might change is their weight. Wu Long's mind raced, and he recalled physics, which he hadn't studied in a long time. Knowledge is power, and this is evident in many small things. Suddenly

, Wu Long thought of the hovercar. Didn't it use a magnetic field to overcome Earth's gravity and levitate? If he could overcome gravity himself, wouldn't he be able to reduce his weight and even realize humanity's dream of flight?

How could he generate a magnetic field? He thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a solution. Then he suddenly thought of the Hulk in the movies. He certainly didn't know any light-body techniques, but with his explosive power, he could jump hundreds of meters high and hundreds of meters far—far surpassing any so-called light-body technique. Since he didn't know any light-body techniques, he'd practice high jump and see how high he could jump. Wu Long tensed his legs, bent his knees, and stomped his feet hard on the ground. With a cracking sound, his figure shot straight into the air, circling upwards like a falcon. Good heavens, so high! A full ten meters! What terrifying leg power! Wu Long was marveling at his leap, but now that he was falling, he quickly focused his mind and executed a "Thousand-Pound Drop," landing steadily.

After landing, Wu Long remained motionless, his brows furrowed, as if deep in thought. Suddenly, he burst into a hearty laugh:

"Hahahaha~~~ Thousand-Pound Drop~~"

as if the problem he had been pondering had been solved. The "Thousand-Pound Drop" is a technique used by most martial artists. Those who know it can move an opponent with a single movement, leaving them unable to push, only causing the ground to sink and rocks to crack. Even if one's footing is unstable in mid-air, executing this technique ensures a stable landing. In fact, the "Thousand-Pound Drop" is a stance training exercise in martial arts, but different schools have vastly different methods of practice and application, resulting in varying effects. Although few people know about it now, Wu Long had read about it in an ancient book and even practiced it himself. When executing the method, it did indeed make one's body feel heavier.

Now, Wu Long wondered if reversing the method would produce the opposite effect. Having thought it through, Wu Long, his spirits lifted, eagerly began to reverse the flow of the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique. Whether it was psychological or not, Wu Long suddenly felt as if he had become lighter. Then, with a powerful push of his legs, he felt his entire body soar upwards even faster than before, rising higher and higher like an eagle. When he reached about ten meters, he slowly came to a stop. If those so-called masters of lightness skill in the martial arts world had seen this, they would have been utterly astonished.

As he descended, Wu Long felt like a falling leaf, drifting and swaying with the wind. Wu Long closed his eyes, opened his arms, and slowly savored this wonderful feeling. Just before landing, his right heel struck first, then his entire right foot touched the ground. Using his right leg as a pivot, his entire body, leading his right knee, slowly sank down. This process was extremely slow, like a movie in slow motion. Suddenly ,

his right leg pushed off backward, like a seagull skimming across the sea, his body tracing a perfect, breathtaking arc in the air, hurtling forward close to the ground with a whistling sound. His shoulder-length hair, propelled by inertia, seemed to fly wildly with vibrant life. His left leg lightly touched the ground, and his body shot into the air, but his form spun rapidly like a spiral, the sound of air being torn apart growing louder and louder.

The stark contrast between the previous extreme slowness and the current extreme speed created a visual thrill. The excited Wu Long leaped and soared continuously, like a black elf dancing gracefully in the night, and the sound of air being torn apart was its music. The sound of air being torn apart gradually subsided. It turned out that Wu Long had unconsciously incorporated some of the techniques of "Lingbo Weibu" during his leaps. His arrogant figure slowly subsided, as if he had merged into the wind. The wind was Wu Long, and Wu Long was the wind. How could there be any sound of wind then? At this moment, Wu Long's lightness skill truly became silent, but compared to his previous frenzied movements, he clearly preferred the latter.

Not content with the status quo, Wu Long incorporated both fist and leg techniques into his movements. His figure moved like the wind, unleashing lightning speed and thunderous power in his punches and kicks. The swift, clean, and powerful movements created bursts of air. With each punch and kick, dust and fallen leaves on the ground were swept away like waves, creating a whirlwind that blinded everyone. Wu Long's figure was gradually obscured by the dust and leaves, leaving only a blurry silhouette. He leaped and bounded, agile as a dragon soaring through the sky, fierce as a tiger descending a mountain. His movements were fluid, expansive, unpredictable, and incredibly sharp, showcasing a power and beauty that transcended human limits, a breathtaking and awe-inspiring spectacle.

He used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique in a specific direction, increasing the weight of his punches and kicks. While this slowed his speed, it still made his power formidable. He then used the technique in reverse, reducing the weight of his punches and kicks, resulting in lightning-fast speed that was impossible to defend against. Silently circulating his inner energy, he practiced the techniques, alternating between forward and reverse movements, punch and kick, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Brother Wu, Brother Wu, what's wrong?"

The little girl's anxious voice brought Wu Long back to his senses. He had been perfectly fine, but suddenly he was jumping and laughing, which startled the little girl. She thought he had gone mad. Wu Long quickly realized what was happening and stopped, saying,

"It's nothing, I'm just practicing my lightness skill."

"Is there such a lightness skill?"

the little girl asked curiously.

"Of course! This is a lightness skill I created myself, and I'll call it Storm!"

Wu Long proudly named his lightness skill! Perhaps, Wu Long's arrival will also bring a fierce storm to the Central Plains!

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