[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Journey of the Heavenly Dragon) (Complete) - 14

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Sixty-Eight: Torture and Discipline Her 1.

Qiao Feng gradually understood the situation and said,

"That's right, I remember now. There were indeed several women by the peony flowers that day. At that time, I was only focused on drinking and didn't have time to look at the peonies, men, or women. If they were your female heroes, I would of course go up to pay my respects. But you are my sister-in-law. What's so rude of me not seeing you? Why do you hold such a grudge?"

Kang Min said fiercely:

"Don't you have eyes? No matter how famous a hero is, he'll scrutinize me from head to toe. Some highly respected people, even if they don't dare look me directly in the eye, will still steal a few glances when no one's looking. Only you, only you... Hmph, out of over a thousand men at the Hundred Flowers Gathering, you're the only one who hasn't looked at me once. You're the head of the Beggars' Sect, a world-renowned hero. At the Luoyang Hundred Flowers Gathering, you're the leader among men, and naturally, I'm the number one among women. You didn't even give me a proper look. What use is my pride in my beauty? Even if those thousand-plus men are infatuated with me, how can I feel comfortable?"

Qiao Feng sighed and said, "I've never liked playing with women since I was a child, and as I've grown older, I've had even less time to look at women. It's not just that I don't look at you. Even if you were a hundred times more beautiful, I wouldn't look at you..."

Kang Min, hearing this, felt a surge of anger and exclaimed loudly:

"Qiao Feng, you scoundrel! Back then, I was so angry that you wouldn't even glance at me, so I sent Ma Dayuan to reopen your wounds. Ma Dayuan refused no matter what, so I had Bai Shijing kill him. And you... you still show no interest in me whatsoever."

Qiao Feng turned around and said coldly,

"So it really was you who murdered your husband, just because I never even looked at you. Hmph, who could believe such a blatant lie?"

Kang Min had already gone all out and said:

"Why would I lie to you? What could I possibly do? I could only harbor hatred for you for the rest of my life. Not only do those filthy beggars of the Beggars' Sect treat you like a god, but who in the world would dare offend you? It was only by the grace of Heaven that I found Chief Wang's last letter in Ma Dayuan's iron box that day. To steal and open such a letter without damaging the sealing wax, read it, and then reseal it—what difficulty could that be? I peeked at the letter and learned the details; can you imagine how happy I was then? Haha, that was the perfect opportunity for me to vent my anger. I wanted to ruin your reputation, to make you unable to play the hero again. I wanted Ma Dayuan to expose you publicly, so that all the heroes of the world would know you are a barbarian from the Khitan. Not only would you lose your position as Chief of the Beggars' Sect, but you would also be unable to establish yourself in the Central Plains, and even your life would be in danger."

Qiao Feng knew she was completely immobile and unable to harm anyone, but these vicious words still sent a chill down his spine. He snorted and said:

"Brother Ma refused to do as you said, so you killed him?"

Kang Min said, "Yes, not only did he not listen to me, but he also scolded me severely, saying that I was not allowed to leave the house from now on. If I had uttered a word, he would have chopped me into mincemeat. He has always been obedient to me, when has he ever spoken so harshly? I have never taken him seriously, but seeing how he offended me like this, I knew I would teach him a lesson. More than a month later, Bai Shijing came to visit. That day was the fourteenth of August. He came to my house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. He glanced at me, and then glanced at me again. Hmph, that old lecher! I ruined my body and made that old lecher infatuated with me. I told that old lecher to kill that good-for-nothing Ma Dayuan, but he refused, so I was going to expose him for raping me. That old scoundrel has a face of iron-fisted in front of others, but what ugly face does he not have in front of me? I told him:

"If you kill Ma Dayuan, I'll naturally follow you for life. Otherwise, just kill me with one blow!" He couldn't bear to kill me, so he had to kill Ma Dayuan instead.

Qiao Feng sighed and said,

"Bai Shijing, a truly upright and honorable man, was ruined by you. You...

you also gave Brother Ma the Ten Fragrant Bewitching Powder, and then had Bai Shijing crush his throat, pretending that it was the Murong Clan of Gusu who killed him with the 'Throat-Locking Capture Hand,' didn't you?"

Kang Min laughed maniacally,

"Yes, haha, how could it not be? But I don't know anything about 'Murong of Gusu,' it was the old

lecher who came up with it."

Qiao Feng nodded. Kang Min continued, “I asked that old lecher to expose your secret. Bah! That old lecher actually put up with you, and when I pushed him too far, he picked up a knife and tried to kill himself. Fine, I let him go and went to that stubborn Quan Guanqing. I only slept with him for three nights, and he listened to everything I said, pounding his chest and saying he'd take care of everything and it would definitely succeed. I figured that Quan Guanqing alone couldn't bring you down, so I went to Elder Xu for help. You know what happened after that, I don't need to say more, right?”

Qiao Feng finally had his last doubt resolved: why was Quan Guanqing the mastermind behind the rebellion, while Bai Shijing was captured by the traitors? He asked:

"My fan, was it stolen by Bai Shijing?"

Kang Min said, "No, that old lecher refused to do

anything to betray you. Quan Guanqing persuaded Elder Chen to steal it from your room after you left."

The truth came out, and many of the awakened disciples were indignant. Several agitated disciples stepped forward to punch and kick her, making her scream in agony. Qiao Feng finally couldn't bear it and shouted, "Enough! She's just a woman. If you torture her like this, won't you tarnish the reputation of the Beggars' Sect in the martial world?"

Seeing Qiao Feng's anger, although he said he would no longer be the Beggars' Sect leader, everyone respected him and knew they had no choice but to obey. They threw Kang Min to the ground. Some even pretended not to see where they were going and stomped on her, making her scream incessantly. Many people spat at her, saying repeatedly, "Bad luck!" "This vicious woman should be killed as soon as possible!"

A Beggars' Sect disciple raised his arm and shouted, "This kind of slut harmed our Deputy Chief Ma! Even if she were to be torn to pieces, she deserves to die! Chief, we beg you to give the order to kill her!"

The beggars shouted in unison, "Kill her! Kill her!"

Shan Zheng and the others were startled, looked at each other, and shook their heads in silence.

Qiao Feng wanted to delay, but seeing the surging emotions, he hardened his heart and asked, "Where are the enforcement disciples?"

Wu Long suddenly rushed forward, gathered his inner strength, and shouted, "Wait! Everyone, listen to me!"

The beggars were stunned by his voice and fell silent. Seeing the fire in their eyes, Wu Long laughed, "This wicked woman, colluding with others, murdering her husband and betraying the gang, committing such heinous acts, deserves no mercy. But death alone is insufficient punishment. How about disfiguring her, drowning her in a pig cage, and parading her through the streets for ten miles to quell your hatred?"

"Good!" the Beggars' Sect disciples roared in agreement. Kang Min's vision went black, and she immediately fainted.

Just then, a sinister voice came from the northwest corner: "The Beggars' Sect made an appointment to meet someone at Huishan, but broke the promise. Turns out they've all been sneaking around here. Heh heh heh, how laughable!" The voice was sharp and piercing, with indistinct pronunciation, sounding like someone with a lisp or a stuffy nose, extremely unpleasant to listen to.

Both the Righteousness Branch Leader Jiang and the Dayong Branch Leader Fang exclaimed in unison, "Oh dear!" "Elder Xu, we've missed our appointment! The enemy has come knocking!" Their implication was clear: they were blaming Elder Xu for obstructing Qiao Feng's access to military intelligence and delaying important national affairs.

Elder Xu's face flushed red and then turned pale with embarrassment. Looking at Qiao Feng, he said, "This, Qiao Feng, I..."

Qiao Feng replied,

"My identity as either a Khitan or Han Chinese is now in doubt, but our past friendship remains. This time, I fought alongside you against the foreign enemy, and afterward, I will leave. If I were truly a Khitan, I wouldn't be able to become the leader of this gang."

Although he was betrayed by everyone today, he was still a hero after all. He didn't care about the so-called position of gang leader and had no hatred for the Beggars' Sect. He was certain that there were people in the Beggars' Sect, but he couldn't know them.

Elder Xu asked, "What appointment? Who is the enemy?" He had been out of touch with the affairs of the sect for a long time and was unaware that the Beggars' Sect was now locked in a fierce battle with the Western Xia First-Class Hall. Elder Chen whispered to Chief Jiang, "Didn't the Chief tell you to send someone to reschedule?" Chief Chen replied in a low voice, "Yes, I sent Vice Chief Xie to inform them that it's postponed for seven days!"

The sinister man, with sharp ears, overheard their conversation even in such a low voice, and said in a chilling tone, "Since the appointment has been made, what's this talk of postponing it for seven or eight days? Even half an hour won't do."

Elder Xu said arrogantly, "Since that's the case, our Beggars' Sect will accept it. Our dignified Beggars' Sect of the Great Song Dynasty, how could we fear your Western Xia barbarians?"

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a person flew out from behind the apricot tree, crashing to the ground, motionless. The person's face was a bloody mess, his throat had been cut, and he had been dead for some time. The beggars recognized him as Vice Chief Xie of the Great Righteousness Branch of their sect.

Chief Jiang was both shocked and furious, angrily saying, "Brother Xie was sent by me to change the date!"

Qiao Feng was enraged, but secretly suppressed his anger and said loudly, "As the saying goes, when two countries are at war, they do not kill the envoys. The Beggars' Sect sent someone to change the meeting date, why should we harm his life?"

His voice contained hidden internal force, continuous and resounding for miles, extremely astonishing. The sinister man exclaimed in surprise, clearly quite shocked. However, he was also tough, unwilling to be at a disadvantage, and shouted loudly, "You went back on your word first, so kill him! Yipin Hall has never been afraid of anyone!"

However, his voice was sinister, lingering awkwardly in everyone's ears. Immediately, some hot-tempered members of the gang began to curse.

"Where did these barbarians come from, sneaking around like this, hiding and afraid to show their faces? Talking nonsense, all talk and no action!"

The man laughed loudly, saying, "Who exactly is sneaking around in the apricot grove?"

Suddenly, the distant sound of horns wailed, followed by the faint sound of a large troop of horses galloping from several miles away.

Wu Long's heart skipped a beat; he knew the Western Xia people were likely about to poison someone, so he quietly instructed Abi, Azhu, and Wang Yuyan to lead everyone away. Wang Yuyan, for reasons unknown, was initially reluctant, but eventually succumbed to the persuasion of Azhu, Abi, and the maids, and followed. However, before leaving, Wang Yuyan spoke to Wu Long, hoping he would inform him when he saw Murong Fu. She reasoned that with such a large commotion, and Bao Butong and the others having only recently left, they must have received news and were likely nearby; therefore, she hoped Wu Long would pass on the message.

Wu Long readily agreed, but secretly chuckled to himself:

"Why did you have to come to me of all people? Don't you know I stayed behind to find an opportunity to cut off your cousin and make you give up on him? Hmm, isn't that a bit despicable?"

Elder Xu, knowing basically nothing, was asking Elder Chen about everything. Qiao Feng, seeing Wu Long stretch and look rather uncomfortable, smiled and walked over, whispering,

"Brother, I really have to thank you for today!"

Wu Long laughed,

"Brother, these Beggar Clan guys have nothing to do with me. Since you're willing to repay kindness with enmity, I'll naturally stay. However, you're no longer the leader, so they're outsiders. If they want my help, they'll have to pay a price."

Elder Xu and the others had witnessed Wu Long's terrifying skills and knew that with him here, they wouldn't be afraid of the First-Class Hall. They were overjoyed, knowing that the other side must have many experts, and they themselves might not be able to withstand them. At the same time, they were a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so they weakly asked,

"What does the young hero need?"

Wu Long continued.

"I don't need anything from them, just hand her over to me!"

Wu Long said, pointing at the unconscious Kang Min. Everyone was shocked, wondering what he wanted Kang Min for. Kang Min's murder of her husband was a heinous crime deserving of death. If it weren't for the current special circumstances, she would probably have been paraded through the streets and drowned in a pig cage. They didn't want to agree, but considering Wu Long's terrifying skills and his performance today, they figured that his offer to take her away was just a way to save face. If he forcibly took anyone away, who could stop him?

Qiao Feng was also infected by Wu Long's heroic spirit, laughing loudly three times, and said:

"Good! So even the Xixia First-Class Hall has no way to return? What do you all say?"

"Good!" The beggars shouted in unison, their heroic spirit soaring to the heavens. Elder Xu glanced at Qiao Feng, surprised that Qiao Feng had such prestige. Everyone already knew he was a Khitan, yet they still supported him. If only he were Han! Our Beggars' Sect, as the number one sect in the Song Dynasty, absolutely cannot let a Khitan dog be our leader!

The sound of hooves drew near, and suddenly three horns blared. Eight riders, in two lines, charged into the forest. Each rider carried a long spear, the spearheads of which bore small flags. The spearheads gleamed, and one could vaguely see the four flags on the left embroidered with the white characters "Xixia," and the four on the right with the white characters "Helian." Other Xixia script was also visible on the flags. Then, another eight riders, in two lines, galloped into the forest. Four riders cheered, and four beat drums.

Following the horn and drummers, eight Xixia warriors entered in succession. The elders, observing the warriors' expressions, clearly recognized their superior martial arts skills and thought to themselves: "These must be the people of the First-Rank Hall!" The eight warriors stood to the left and right, and a horse slowly entered the apricot grove.

The rider, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, was about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, with a hooked nose and a mustache. It was none other than Helian Tieshu. Behind him followed a very tall man with an extremely large nose. As soon as they entered the forest, the man shouted, "The General Who Conquers the East of the Western Xia Kingdom has arrived! The Beggar Clan Leader, please come forward to pay your respects!" His voice was strange and sarcastic; it was the same man who had spoken earlier.

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and said,

"I am Qiao Feng. However, the Beggar Clan brothers are just commoners of the martial world. If the General of Western Xia treats us with the courtesy due to guests, we are not worthy of such an honor. Please go and pay your respects to the princes and officials of our Great Song Dynasty. There is no need for you to come to see beggars like us. If we meet as fellow martial artists, then the General is a guest from afar. Please dismount and observe the proper etiquette between host and guest."

Qiao Feng did not refer to himself as the leader of the Beggar Clan, but simply stated his name, which made Elder Xu beside him agree to stand up. Elder Xu asked ,

"What is the purpose of this appointment between the heroes of Western Xia and our clan?"

The man said, "My general has heard that the Beggar Clan of the Central Plains has two unique skills: the Cat-Beating Stick Technique and the Eighteen Subduing Snake Palms. He would like to see them."

Upon hearing this, the beggars were all furious. This man deliberately called the Dog-Beating Stick Technique the Cat-Beating Stick Technique and the Eighteen Subduing Snake Palms the Eighteen Subduing Snake Palms, which was clearly an extreme insult. It seemed that a fierce battle to decide life and death and fight for survival was inevitable at today's meeting. The four elders were secretly anxious. These two unique skills were the treasures of the Beggars' Sect, never to be passed on to outsiders. The fact that their opponent dared to act this way suggested they were overconfident and would be difficult to deal with.

Elder Xu, however, possessed some quick wit and immediately said, "If you want to witness our sect's Cat-Beating Stick Technique and Eighteen Snake-Subduing Palms, that's easy. As long as a 'stove cat' or a 'mangy snake' appears, this beggar has his own way of dealing with it. Would you rather learn to be a cat or a snake?"

Elder Wu laughed heartily, "If the opponent is a dragon, we subdue the dragon; if the opponent is a snake, this beggar is more than capable of catching snakes!"

The big-nosed man, having lost a verbal battle, was pondering what to say. A gruff voice behind him said, "Cat-Beating or Snake-Subduing, come on, who wants to fight me first?" He pushed his way out of the crowd, hands on his hips.

The beggars saw that this man was ugly and fierce. Wu Long immediately recognized him as none other than the Crocodile God of the South Sea. It seems the three villains have all arrived today. Hmm, it's been a long time since I've seen Second Madam. I wonder if she and Xu Zhu have reconciled, or if she's still entangled with her old flame.

As he thought about this, Wu Long decided to embarrass them. He secretly flicked a few pebbles, aiming them at the legs of Helian Tieshu's horse and the back of Yue Laosan, the Crocodile God of the South Sea.

Suddenly, the beggars heard the horse neigh mournfully, its front legs buckling and collapsing. Beside it, Yue Laosan's legs also gave way, and he immediately fell to the ground with a cry of pain. The beggars erupted in deafening laughter.

Just as Helian Tieshu was about to fall, he gently pressed down on the horse's back, his body rising into the air. He gracefully stretched out his legs and landed on the ground, standing with his hands behind his back to one side. He scanned the room and coldly asked, "Who launched this sneak attack? Step forward!"

Wu Long smiled, stepped forward, and proudly declared, "Me!"

(Chapter 69 of the first part of the Fallen Dragon World: Torture and Discipline Her 2)

"***, I want to see which bastard ambushed me! I'll crush your head off! Ah! It's you?"

Yue Laosan was initially furious, but when he saw Wu Long, he recognized him immediately and exclaimed in surprise,

"It's you!"

Wu Long smiled and said,

"It's me. It's been over a month. I wonder if your skills have improved. If so, let's have a match."

Last time, the Four Evils attacked him, and in the end, they only managed to injure Wu Long through a sneak attack. Now, Wu Long's martial arts have greatly improved compared to last time, and the Four Evils have killed Ye Erniang. With the balance of power shifting, Yue Laosan knew he was no match for Wu Long. Although he was combative, he wouldn't risk his life; otherwise, he wouldn't have lived for so many years under the guise of an evil person. He then loudly proclaimed:

"You're too powerful. I'm no match for you, I won't fight you."

He then turned to Helian Tieshu and said,

"***, General, I have to go!"

He leaped up and ran, letting out a series of angry roars. The crowd receded like a receding tide, the roars gradually fading into the distance, yet the force was powerful and fierce. Just from the roar alone, one could tell this person's martial arts were extraordinary. At this moment, only Elder Xu and Elder Chuan Gong, along with two or three others in the Beggars' Sect, could probably withstand him. However, seeing Wu Long, they didn't even have the courage to fight and simply left, further fueling their fear of Wu Long's martial arts.

A man leaped out, his body as long as a bamboo pole, yet his movements were exceptionally swift. He held a strange weapon in each hand, the handles three feet long, the tips of which were five-fingered steel claws. This man was none other than Yun Zhonghe, the fourth of the "Four Evils of the World," known as "Extremely Vicious." He was also taken aback when he saw Wu Long. Seeing Yue Laosan had already fled, he didn't dare linger and tried to escape using his lightness skill. Wu Long, however, had already noticed him and wouldn't let him get away. He sneered,

"I've been looking for you for so long, do you still think you can escape this time?"

It must be said that Yun Zhonghe's lightness skill was indeed top-notch. His body moved like a wisp of smoke, swiftly escaping. By the time Li Xiaofeng noticed him, he was already a hundred meters away. Unless attacked with a crossbow, it was impossible to catch him. No matter how strong one's martial arts are, they cannot harm something hundreds of meters away. Watching Yun Zhonghe's departing figure, a cold glint flashed in Li Xiaofeng's eyes. He picked up a copper coin in his hand, flicked it lightly, instantly creating a gravitational hole. Then, the copper coin shot out like a bullet, carrying a long, visible shockwave! Modern people are very familiar with this kind of shockwave; it's caused by supersonic fighter jets tearing through the air as they dash through the sky. This shows just how fast it was. The copper coin flew forward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, its terrifying, piercing whistle reaching the ears like a thunderbolt from the heavens, utterly domineering!

But Wu Long knew that the copper coin was even faster and more swift than the whistling sound waves; the enemy would be completely unable to hear anything before being hit. Yun Zhonghe was just feeling fortunate to have escaped quickly when suddenly a tremendous force struck his body. He was instantly struck as if by the fist of an invisible giant, spinning in the air before finally crashing to the ground. A fist-sized hole appeared in his chest, and the light in his eyes slowly gave way to death. With a twitch, Yun Zhonghe, hated by countless people in the world of Tianlong, finally died.

Such divine skill immediately stunned everyone. Helian Tieshu was initially furious at the two's escape, believing they truly lived up to the infamy of the so-called Four Evils, but now he finally understood why they ran away—Wu Long's strength was too great!

A thought flashed through Helian Tieshu's mind. He didn't look at Wu Long but turned to Qiao Feng, saying:

"Chief Qiao, I've heard that your 'Dog-Beating Stick Technique' and 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms' are extremely powerful. I, Tie Shu, am eager to witness their prowess. If Chief Qiao would grant my request, the position of Deputy Commander of the First-Rank Hall is mine immediately, provided you nod your head."

Seeing that he dared to be disrespected, Wu Long gathered his energy in his dantian. The next moment, like a thunderbolt splitting the sky, like a thunderclap of ten thousand pounds, "Roar—!" A lion's roar shook the heavens and the earth, its power overwhelming, like a thunderclap, reverberating through the heavens and earth; like the simultaneous sound of bells and drums, captivating the mind. Wu Long seemed to have transformed into a mighty and powerful lion, its mane surging in the air, its aura magnificent and its roar terrifying. Its enormous lion head roared to the sky. Its fangs were thick and sharp, and its roar was like rolling thunder, or like the mighty Yangtze River, vast and endless. The entire forest trembled under the sound of this inhuman roar, as if the earth were shaking and mountains were trembling. All the leaves fell like rain. The warriors of the First-Class Hall had long since dropped their weapons, covered their ears with their hands, and lay on the ground howling and rolling. The "thunderous" sounds that made their heads split open kept drilling into their tightly covered ears, vibrating their "fragile" eardrums, bombarding their nerves. Their hearts also felt as if they were being pounded violently, beating faster and faster, almost as if they were about to jump out of their chests. It was truly terrifying.

The "Lion's Roar" was originally a Buddhist martial art used by highly skilled monks as a powerful warning, emphasizing compassion and mercy. While incredibly powerful, it was rarely used to kill. However, in Wu Long's hands, this art, imbued with his explosive and destructive true energy, became a deadly weapon, a chilling sound capable of taking lives. Although the "Lion's Roar" was incredibly powerful, it also consumed a significant amount of internal energy. Wu Long had only used sixty percent of his power to unleash this technique, and by the time the energy dissipated, half of the Western Xia warriors opposite him had fallen, all unconscious, some even lifeless, the rest groaning. A single roar could kill—truly terrifying!

The Beggars' Sect members had already experienced Wu Long's Lion's Roar once, so they didn't react much this time. However, Helian Tieshu, the leader of the Western Xia army, was directly knocked off his feet, landing in a dusty mess. He possessed considerable internal strength, escaping immediate death from the shock. However, Helian hastily stood up, but his dust-covered beard, his tattered crimson brocade robe, and his forced composure made him appear increasingly strange.

Immediately, several Beggar Clan disciples burst into laughter. Unable to maintain his composure, Helian Tieshu glared angrily at Wu Long, but inwardly terrified, a warrior finally regaining his senses. He stepped forward and shouted, "You audacious commoner, how dare you utter such arrogant words! I will tear you to pieces!"

Just then, screams and cries of alarm echoed from all around the forest. "Ah!" This was Elder Xu, the member of the Western Xia First-Rank Hall, closest to the Western Xia people. Suddenly, he coughed loudly, followed by a sharp pain in his eyes, making it impossible to open them, tears streaming down his face. Startled, he leaped to his feet, held his breath, and kicked three times.

The warrior at the front hadn't expected this man, Xu Haoruxue, to attack so suddenly and with such speed. He hurriedly dodged, but only managed to avoid a fatal blow to the chest; a divine kick landed on his shoulder. He swayed twice

, using the momentum to leap backward. When Elder Xu leaped a second time, his limbs went numb in mid-air, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

The Beggars' Sect members cried out:

"Oh no! The Tartars are causing trouble!"

"What's in my eyes?"

"I can't open my eyes!"

Everyone's eyes stung, and tears streamed down their faces. In that instant, the Western Xia people had spread "Sad Breeze" throughout the apricot grove. It was a colorless and odorless poisonous gas, made from poisonous substances collected from the Joyful Valley of the Western Xia Great Snow Mountain. Normally stored in bottles, the antidote was already inserted into the noses of those being used. Upon uncorking, the poisonous liquid vaporized and escaped like a gentle breeze, undetectable even to the most astute. By the time the eyes began to sting, the poison had already reached the brain. The symptoms of poisoning included tears streaming down the face, called "sadness," and paralysis, called "soothing." The colorless and odorless gas was called "breathless breeze." A series of "thuds" and "ouch" sounds filled the air as the beggars collapsed to the ground.

Helian Tieshu made a downward slashing gesture and retreated. The remaining Western Xia warriors immediately charged forward. A leading warrior shouted orders, directing his men to bind the beggars. He then moved closer to Wu Long, reaching for his wrist.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!" Wu Long sneered, then swiftly struck the Western Xia warrior in the chest. The Western Xia warrior's strength was even inferior to that of a Beggar Clan elder, so he was no match for Wu Long. Moreover, he was convinced that Wu Long and the others were poisoned by the "Sad Breeze

" poison; he never expected this sudden attack. With a series of cracking sounds, the warrior's ribs were clearly broken, and he was sent flying. With a thud, the Western Xia warrior, now a frozen corpse, flew over twenty meters before collapsing at Helian Tieshu's feet, his eyes wide open.

Helian Tieshu was shocked; he hadn't expected anyone to be able to ignore the "Sad Breeze" poison. Seeing the urgency of the situation, Qiao Feng shouted, "Everyone hold your breath! Let's break out!" He unleashed his Dragon-Capturing Skill, drawing a bamboo stick from the ground and hurling it, piercing the chest of a Western Xia warrior. Then, he unleashed two palm strikes with overwhelming force, like the Qiantang River tide, hurtling towards Helian Tieshu and the eight warriors.

By this time, most of the Beggars' Sect members were poisoned; tears streaming down their faces, they found themselves unable to move and collapsed. Some were unlucky enough to be killed or wounded by the Western Xia warriors who had stormed in. The surrounding brothers, their eyes bloodshot with rage, fearlessly surrounded the Western Xia warriors and beat them to death. Unfortunately, in that short time, the chilling wind had spread, and many more brothers fell. Forget the Dog-Beating Formation; they couldn't form any formation at all. The situation was rapidly turning against the Beggars' Sect.

At this moment, Qiao Feng was engaged in battle with eight strong warriors. These eight warriors seemed to be masters of teamwork, their positions resembling a battle formation, though Wu Long couldn't discern it. Individually, they were no match for Qiao Feng, but together, they were unstoppable. Qiao Feng had already unleashed over ten consecutive palm strikes, but the eight warriors, supporting and assisting each other, blocked them all with their coordinated attacks and retreats. Hearing the cries and wails of his former brothers, Qiao Feng was filled with grief and indignation. He had always been proud; when had he ever suffered such a blow, especially since his opponent had resorted to such underhanded tactics? This left him helpless.

His face flushed as if he were drunk, his eyes flashing with cold light, filled with intense killing intent. His palm strikes were merciless, like Mount Tai pressing down, forcing the eight warriors into a sorry state, struggling to escape. However, the eight warriors were extremely powerful; every time Qiao Feng tried to force his way out, they would immediately surround him relentlessly. Although Qiao Feng desperately wanted to kill one or two of them, he knew he would inevitably be injured by the others, making it a losing proposition. Left with no other option, he increased the force of his palm strike. The force of his palm strike sent sand and stones flying, and

the apricot tree swayed violently. Wu Long hadn't expected the eight warriors to be so powerful, managing to successfully trap Qiao Feng. However, he set his sights on Helian Tieshu. Helian Tieshu mounted his horse, picked up his whip, and was about to urge it on when he suddenly heard a scream from his own men behind him. Turning around, he was nearly startled. A black figure swept through the swirling debris like a whirlwind, cutting through the air like a storm, throwing people to the ground, tearing through the crowd, and causing screams of pain and broken bones to erupt. He raised his whip and lashed the horse's rump hard, shouting, "Giddy up!" The horse immediately bolted, gradually widening the distance between itself and Wu Long.

Seeing this, Wu Long immediately channeled most of his inner energy into his leg meridians, and with a burst of energy, he chased after Helian Tieshu. At this moment, he completely abandoned the footwork most commonly used for evasion in the Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps), instead employing footwork techniques that aided in rapid escape, repeating this process repeatedly. His inner energy circulated rapidly, like a mighty river, endlessly flowing. Within the large cycle formed by the two smaller cycles, his inner energy surged like a mighty river, raging on and on. His legs gradually lifted off the ground, rising into the air as if floating on air, rapidly moving forward and arriving instantly. At the same time, Wu Long grabbed at the air with both hands, generating an extremely strong suction force. Helian Tieshu immediately felt as if he were being grabbed by an invisible hand. Seeing that he was about to be grabbed by Wu Long, Helian Tieshu panicked and circulated all his internal energy, then struck out with his palm. Instantly, the air rippled, smoke billowed, and the air seemed to boil. Wu Long exclaimed in surprise,

"Flame Blade?"

He dodged in a flash, and Helian Tieshu quickly created distance. At this moment, a loud roar was heard, followed by thuds. Eight Xixia warriors were actually sent flying by the enraged Qiao Feng, standing like war gods.

Looking at his subordinates who were either acupunctured or knocked to the ground, Helian Tieshu finally realized what kind of enemies he had provoked. But he knew that there was no medicine for regret in this world, so Helian Tieshu could only swallow this bitter pill.

Helian Tieshu, forcing himself to remain calm, asked, "Who exactly are you? With your martial arts skills, you shouldn't be an unknown figure in the martial world!"

"You're absolutely right! I really am just a nobody in the martial world!" Wu Long's words were indeed true.

But Helian Tieshu didn't believe him at all, thinking Wu Long was lying to him, and immediately provoked him, "Don't you even have the courage to say your name?"

Wu Long curled his lip and said, "If you want to know my name, just ask directly, why use such an old trick? Fine, listen carefully, my name is Wu Long!"

"Wu Long?!" Helian Tieshu, of course, had never heard of this name before. Unable to figure it out, he asked,

"Aren't you the so-called Southern Murong?"

Wu Long scoffed,

"I'm not the 'famous' Murong."

Before Helian Tieshu could speak, a Western Xia warrior with a blank expression and a full beard stepped forward, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Wu Long, and said in a flat, monotone voice, "I am Li Yanzong. Your tone seems to show great disdain for the Murong family. I am but a humble novice, and I would appreciate your guidance on a few sword techniques!"

With that, he picked up a single-edged sword from the ground and demonstrated a set of sword moves. In an instant, within a circle around Li Yanzong, the sword flashed. Everyone present, except for the Beggars' Sect members, couldn't help but cheer upon seeing such exquisite moves.

Qiao Feng, who had just recovered from his depleted inner energy, exclaimed in admiration, "This man's skill in swordsmanship is truly remarkable; I'm afraid no one in this world can match him!"

Wu Long naturally knew that Li Yanzong was an imposter of Murong Fu. Thinking to himself, "I was just looking for you, and you just popped up here," Wu Long, intending to "tease" Murong Fu, asked Qiao Feng, "Brother, you said this man's skill in swordsmanship is extremely remarkable?"

Wu Long spoke quite loudly, so Li Yanzong could hear him. Qiao Feng nodded slightly and said, "Yes! This Li Yanzong just used the Shaolin Temple's Demon-Subduing Saber Technique, the Eighteen Styles of the Woodcutter's Knife from the Lishan Cave in Guangxi, the Returning Wind and Willow Sweeping Saber from the Shi family of Jiangnan, the Compassionate Saber created by the old monk Xin Guan of Tiantong Temple in Ningbo, and one of the 'Three Ultimate Moves of the Back Mountain'—a move originally used with a long-handled broadsword, which he modified for use with a single saber."

Although Qiao Feng wasn't as proficient in all the martial arts techniques as Wang Yuyan, his eyesight was excellent, and he described it in detail without missing a single detail.

Wu Long smiled and said:

"Heh, you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve, they're dazzling. But I only know one thing: knowing a thousand tricks is not as good as mastering one. A person's energy is limited after all. Some fools don't understand the principle of not trying to do too much at once. Brother, you can dominate the world with just the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, unlike some people who only know how to show off their fancy moves. Maybe they learned their embroidery skills from a female master."

Wu Long naturally knew that Murong Fu's moves were all memorized and taught to him by Wang Yuyan, so he deliberately mocked him like this.

Under Wu Long's deliberate gaze, Li Yanzong's eyes were indeed filled with anger. Just as Wu Long was about to provoke him further, Li Yanzong angrily shouted, "You barbarians, you're so noisy and incessant. If you want to fight, then fight! Why all the fuss?"

Li Yanzong's words were like stirring up a hornet's nest. The beggars, poisoned by the "Sad Breeze," immediately retorted,

"You damned Tartars, you're the barbarians!"

"Hmph, you're barbarians yourselves, yet you call others barbarians. You're truly ignorant of your own barbarity!"

[ps: Uh, I've been writing for so long and haven't written about the training and torment of Kang Min yet, haha. I'll really write about it in the next chapter. But should I kill Murong Fu here, or let him run wild for a few days? Headache]

Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter Seventy: Torture Her, Train Her 3.

Wu Long sneered:

“Very well, although I don’t wield weapons much, since you’re so confident in your swordsmanship, then I’ll test my skills against you.” He

instantly drew a steel sword from the ground using his Crane Control Technique, the tip pointing at his opponent. He slightly tilted his right sword to the side, assuming the easiest stance to strike. His purpose was clear and direct. A chilling killing intent, like a thin mist, gradually spread, enveloping the entire space. It seeped silently into Murong Fu’s body, eroding his will to resist.

Murong Fu couldn’t help but shiver. His pupils contracted rapidly, flashing a tangible glint of light. He braced himself, releasing his aura to desperately resist the relentless onslaught of the opponent’s killing intent. Murong Fu felt an immense pressure. A gust of wind rose between them, swirling leaves across the ground and occasionally sending them flying through the gaps between them. A fierce battle was imminent, yet Wu Long remained relaxed, watching his opponent with a cold smile, while Murong Fu's nose was already beaded with sweat.

He couldn't wait any longer; if he did, his fighting spirit would be completely shattered, and he would be unable to use his skills properly, essentially becoming a helpless victim. He swiftly drew his blade, aiming straight for Wu Long's throat, clearly intending to kill him instantly, showing no mercy. Like a tiger descending a mountain, this was the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber technique. The most important aspect of this saber technique was its imposing presence; once intimidated by the enemy's aura, defeat was inevitable! The blade

flashed with unparalleled sharpness; with each swing, a gale arose, energy surged, and leaves on the ground tumbled in all directions like waves. The sudden outburst was like the wrath of a god, or the roar of the sea—violent and frenzied, filled with endless destruction. Wu Long couldn't help but admire it; this guy wasn't entirely incompetent.

Wu Long stood proudly in place, like a war god, his powerful aura rising and falling, sometimes visible, sometimes not. His clothes billowed wildly in the wind, and the sharp light in his eyes flashed like lightning. His body was filled with boundless, explosive energy. A scorching power surged through his muscles, like a wolf ready to devour its prey, waiting for the final moment to unleash a fatal blow. Almost instantly, just as Murong Fu's blade struck, light erupted, a phantom-like light rushing and flowing, traveling thousands of miles. The moment the blade reached him, his body rapidly blurred into a blur.

Murong Fu only felt a dazzling light, which twisted in the air and then transformed into a bolt of lightning, tearing through the limitations of space and instantly bridging the limited distance between them, striking towards him. The soul-piercing shriek was like the wailing of ghosts, making everyone's scalp tingle.

He reacted very quickly, his right hand flashing as he appeared in front of the lightning bolt. "Clang—!" At the moment the two blades clashed, the powerful force that Wu Long had accumulated in his blades erupted from the point of contact and surged forth, overwhelming him with unstoppable force.

Murong Fu was greatly alarmed and quickly used the seventh level of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Heart Technique, gradually accumulating the opponent's strength in his dantian. Suddenly, he let out a long roar that shook the entire scene, deflecting his inner force outwards. It was like a large lake filled with floodwaters during a flash flood, suddenly bursting its banks and surging out. This not only deflected all of Wu Long's palm strike but also unleashed his own inner force. The two forces combined, and the resulting gale made it difficult for onlookers to breathe.

Wu Long exclaimed,

"What a brilliant 'Shifting Stars' technique!"

He chuckled and activated the "Shifting Heart Technique" he had stolen from Huanshi Water Pavilion, reversing his force once more. Although his "Shifting Heart Technique" was far less refined than Murong Fu's, who had practiced it diligently since childhood, his superior internal strength allowed him to forcefully execute it. A deafening boom erupted as their powerful forces clashed. A force like a landslide and a tsunami exploded violently from the point of impact, sending the two tumbling in opposite directions. After a series of rolls, Wu Long regained his footing, while Murong Fu, shaken by the immense force, coughed up blood and crashed into several trees before finally stopping. Looking at Wu Long with disbelief, he asked,

"Why do you know 'Shifting Stars'?"

Wu Long had intended to kill him, but then a thought struck him, and he said disdainfully, "It's normal for me to know a few tricks of such a trivial skill. My wife taught me."

"Who is your wife?"

"Her surname is Wang, and she's from the Wang family of Jiangnan. As for her given name, I don't need to tell you, an outsider, that."

"Impossible!! You're lying to me!!!"

Although Wu Long didn't say the name, Murong Fu knew he was referring to Wang Yuyan. Wang Yuyan was originally supposed to be Murong Fu's wife, and now, to say that Wang Yuyan was his wife in front of Murong Fu was, of course, a huge irony. Wu Long deliberately said,

"Why is it impossible? I personally married her to me, Lady Wang. We even exchanged birth dates and times. Oh dear, what does my affair with my wife have to do with you, a Western Xia man?"

"How is that possible? Has she already decided to be with you?"

Murong Fu asked, very surprised and disbelieving. Hearing him say this, Wu Long cursed him inwardly as an "idiot." He knew that Murong Fu had never considered Wang Yuyan's feelings. If he truly loved Wang Yuyan, would he be so insecure? It could be said that Murong Fu was neither sure that he loved Wang Yuyan, nor that Wang Yuyan loved him; he thought it was just mutual liking and admiration. This made Wu Long laugh inwardly!

"Of course! We love each other very much!" Wu Long said happily.

"You, you're going to die!" Hearing this, Murong Fu was flustered. Provoked by Wu Long, he pointed his knife at Wu Long and swiftly drew it, the blade flashing like lightning, aiming straight for Wu Long's throat, clearly intending to kill him instantly, showing no mercy.

Just as the long knife in his opponent's hand pierced his throat, Wu Long suddenly reached out, his thumb hooking his middle finger, and flicked the blade forcefully. With a "clang," the knife instantly broke in two. Murong Fu stood there, stunned. He thought of his father's teachings and admonitions from his childhood, he thought of his diligent training,

he thought of the history of his Murong clan, he thought of restoring his kingdom—things he had always been confident about. But, thinking of the person before him, his spirits sank, his mind filled with countless thoughts: Have I failed like this? Has my great cause of restoring my kingdom failed? What should I do? Why, why!!!

Seeing Murong Fu standing there, pale as a ghost, Wu Long immediately abandoned any thought of attacking him. He glanced at him disdainfully and said with a face full of contempt:

"With your meager and rudimentary martial arts, you actually dare to challenge me? Don't you feel ashamed? I'm embarrassed for you! With such pathetic skills, you dare to roam the martial world? Go back to your mother's."

In truth, Murong Fu wasn't as useless as Wu Long claimed. At least no one present could compare to him; even Qiao Feng would find it difficult to defeat him. However, the moment he made his move, he encountered Wu Long, an invulnerable opponent whose skill far surpassed his own, even possessing family secret techniques. His advantages were completely wasted, and he was utterly defeated.

"Hmph, your humiliation today will surely be avenged!"

After uttering these polite words, Murong Fu used his full lightness skill and vanished instantly. Wu Long didn't pursue, only sneered.

Helian Tieshu initially thought Li Yanzong possessed some unparalleled skill, yet he still lost. However, he immediately realized what had happened and fled at full speed, ignoring the other warriors. He was utterly shocked; when did the Central Plains martial world become so full of unknown masters? Qiao Feng was already among the top masters he had ever seen; in a one-on-one fight, he was no match for him. But this strange, short-haired man was truly terrifying. He had previously considered the Tibetan National Preceptor his lifelong rival, but now he realized that there were always stronger people out there. He had completely underestimated the world's masters. The Song Dynasty's martial arts world was teeming with heroes; even a small city like Wuxi harbored so many young masters, not only comparable to the Tibetan National Preceptor, but perhaps even surpassing him in many ways. How could this not leave the proud and arrogant Commander of the Western Xia First-Rank Hall, the General Who Conquers the East, utterly disheartened?

He knew he absolutely could not die now. He still possessed intelligence on the Song Dynasty's military capabilities. If he couldn't escape successfully, all his efforts would be in vain. The Western Xia Kingdom had been plotting for so long, wasn't it all for the day they would drink from the East Sea and conquer the Central Plains?

But his hopes were clearly dashed. Wu Long wouldn't let him run twice. In an instant, he struck, striking all of Helian Tieshu's pressure points, then slapped him face-first into a puddle. Poor Helian Tieshu had just lifted his mud-filled mouth and nose from the filth when he couldn't help but cry out: "To think that I, the mighty General of the Western Xia Expedition, the First-Rank Hall Commander, have fallen to such a state!" But he had choked on the mud and water, coughing incessantly and becoming increasingly breathless.

Unfortunately, Wu Long didn't let him off the hook. With another kick, like kicking a broken ball, a muffled thud, Helian Tieshu's body scraped the ground, flying a long way before finally crashing into the massive trunk of the tree. He let out a miserable groan, vomiting blood, barely breathing, and then fainted. After finishing his task, Wu Long looked at Qiao Feng and asked,

"Brother, what should we do with all these people?"

Qiao Feng looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and the poisoned members of the Beggars' Sect and sighed,

"They've all been poisoned. First, check if they can be weaned off. Then, take them to the Wuxi branch and imprison all these Western Xia people. Once this is over, I'll leave the Beggars' Sect to find the secret of my origins."

Wu Long nodded and reached out to touch Helian Tieshu.

——————Separation Line——————

Wu Long hastily dried himself with a towel, put on his clothes, and hummed a tune as he walked into the room. Abi, who had already brought a dry towel, tugged at his arm and pulled him to sit down at the table. She said with concern, "Young Master, you haven't even dried yourself off before putting on your clothes. Look here, your clothes are all wet! Hurry up and take them off, or you'll catch a cold! Don't blame me for not warning you!"

Wu Long was delighted. Abi was starting to act like a domestic woman, which he liked. He pulled Abi onto his lap, stroked her hair, and asked, "Abi, were you worried about your husband just now?" Abi nodded and said:

"Of course! We were so worried about her not coming back for so long!"

Wu Long chuckled. "Good Abi, haven't we been intimate for ages?" He then slipped his hand inside her collar, grasping her full breast and gently kneading it, whispering, "Your husband has missed you terribly!"

Abi blushed deeply and quickly pushed him away, saying sweetly, "Hey, the door's still open! Aren't you afraid someone will see? I'm so embarrassed!"

Wu Long chuckled, then swept Abi up in his arms. Abi couldn't help but lift her head, pouting for a kiss. Wu Long kissed her deeply, spun her around, kicked the door shut, and without even locking it, pounced on the bed.

Needless to say, the room instantly filled with passionate lovemaking, the sounds of their lovemaking mingling with the low moans of a man.

Separated for over ten days, their passion remained undiminished, and Wu Long's stamina had only increased, remaining unabated for a long time. Abi had already reached her climax several times, yet she still wouldn't stop asking. Wang Yuyan's room was quite far from theirs, partly because she had deliberately chosen a room away from them. After all, that embarrassing sound was just... well, a bit much. She had suffered from that sound all day on the island a few days ago and dared not listen to it again. However, she couldn't sleep now. Although it would be dawn in three or four hours, she couldn't help but want to go and ask... if there was any news about her cousin. She had asked many Beggar Clan disciples before, but there was no news at all, and she naturally missed him terribly. The more she missed him, the more anxious she became. She didn't even care that Wu Long might not have any news either; she wished it would be dawn immediately so she could go out and ask him. Finally, after tossing and turning and unable to sleep, she simply got up, dressed, opened the door, and was about to go find Wu Long. As soon as she reached the door, she heard that embarrassing sound and ran back to her room as if fleeing.

Wu Long finally let out a low growl and ejaculated with pleasure, his body trembling as he lay on top of Abi. Abi was nearly unconscious, clearly melted by the extreme pleasure, her body and mind intoxicated. It took Wu Long a long time to barely suppress his surging desire. He withdrew, lovingly covering Abi's beautiful body with the blanket, and dressed her, too lazy to even fasten his belt, since he would take it off later anyway. He walked loosely towards the door. He had someone to satisfy his desires with. He went to a woodshed in the backyard of the inn, opened the door, and glanced at the woman lying on the hay.

Kang Min was also asleep. Her hair was disheveled and hanging loosely, looking somewhat eerie. Her white dress was stained and torn into strips, making her look quite disheveled.

Kang Min had been awakened by the sound of Wu Long opening the door, indicating that she hadn't been sleeping soundly at all. She brushed aside the hair in front of her eyes, saw it was Wu Long, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?" She looked at Wu Long with considerable wariness.

Wu Long laughed, slammed the cell door shut, and said, "It seems Madam Ma is quite afraid of me! I wonder if I should be happy?"

"Hmph, what does your happiness or unhappiness have to do with me? I'm going to sleep!"

Kang Min looked at Wu Long disdainfully.

Wu Long sneered inwardly:

"Hmph, you poisonous woman, you'll suffer in my hands. You still dare to be so arrogant. It seems I'll let you try everything—wax dripping, enemas, bondage—I guarantee you'll have your fill of pleasure!"

"Madam Ma, you're about to die, what's the point of sleeping? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die, a little longer won't make a difference." "

You..." Kang Min was speechless with anger, then her face fell. Yes, she was already in his hands; she probably wouldn't live long. What was there to fear?

A surge of impulse welled up in Wu Long's heart; he wanted nothing more than to strip this vicious woman naked and try out all the sexual techniques he'd learned online, to taste that kind of pleasure. But he immediately suppressed the impulse, reminding himself: it wasn't the right time yet.

"I...I was just telling the truth, so what? Madam Ma, do you know why I'm here in the middle of the night?"

Having said that, Wu Long took two steps forward, only a step away from Kang Min. He could clearly see a hint of panic on Kang Min's face in the dim candlelight. Of course, he could also clearly see Kang Min's white neck, secretly admiring her: This woman certainly knows how to take care of herself! Because her long dress was tattered, her inner clothing was inevitably visible, and although he couldn't see her figure clearly, he had a general impression. Her breasts were probably no less impressive than Madam Wang's. It was a pity that he hadn't noticed Kang Min's petite frame when they were in the apricot grove. Her legs were curled up, draped over the dry grass. The occasional glimpse of white flesh peeking out from under her tattered dress added a touch of allure, fueling Wu Long's fantasies: What would she look like completely naked?

Kang Min, being scanned from head to toe by Wu Long's gaze, felt as if she were standing naked before a man, for him to see. She felt a strange, inexplicable shame. She hurriedly curled up into a ball, looking at Wu Long with slight panic. Wu Long was smiling faintly, his eyes flickering, clearly plotting something.

"You, what do you want?"

Seeing the panicked look on Kang Min's face, Wu Long felt a little strange: could this woman be shy? He chuckled strangely:

"What does Madam Ma think I'm doing here in the middle of the night?"

Kang Min felt a chill run down her spine from his laughter, and shrank back against the wall, looking at him in fear: "How should I know?"

"Madam Ma, that's not right of you. Don't you know what I want to do?" He then slowly approached Kang Min.

"You, don't come any closer!" Although Kang Min had committed adultery before, it was consensual; she had never faced this situation before. Judging from Wu Long's posture, it seems...

Chapter 71 of the First Part: Fallen Dragon World {Essence}

Wu Long suddenly sat down on the hay, looking at Kang Min's panicked and timid appearance, he was even more impressed by the woman's innate charm. Even in this state, she couldn't hide her allure, and there was still a hint of something quite captivating about her. He suddenly grinned and chuckled:

"Madam Ma, don't struggle anymore. If you hadn't fallen into my hands, but into the Beggars' Sect, you'd probably be drowned in a pig cage. Actually, it's not impossible for me to release you."

Hearing Wu Long's words, Kang Min's eyes lit up, the panic on her face disappeared, and instead she smiled charmingly, exuding charm. She suddenly leaned towards Wu Long, pressing her full breasts against his arm, and asked sweetly:

"Young Master, how can you release me?"

She understood Wu Long's meaning perfectly well. Wu Long grabbed Kang Min's small hand and stroked it carefully, enjoying its smoothness. He said, seemingly out of context,

"Madam's hand...tsk tsk, it's truly captivating!"

Kang Min giggled, "If you like it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Just let me go..." Her body involuntarily rubbed against Wu Long's arm. The two full, soft breasts brought Wu Long a pleasurable sensation, which he accepted willingly.

"Madam is really impatient!" After enjoying himself for a while, Wu Long suddenly stood up, looking down at the slightly flustered Kang Min.

Kang Min, unsure of Wu Long's intentions, asked softly,

"What...what do you want?"

"...What I want, I'll have to wait until I examine you before I can say!"

"What examination?" Kang Min, still unsure of his thoughts, lost all her seductive charm and shrank back.

Wu Long chuckled,

"Madam knows perfectly well, so why ask?"

"You…" Before she could finish speaking, Wu Long suddenly appeared in front of her, striking her acupoint to silence her.

Kang Min couldn't speak. Seeing Wu Long's hands reaching for her shoulders, her face turned deathly pale. She suddenly scrambled up from the hay, dodged Wu Long's hands, and with an agility beyond her capabilities, darted towards the door, making muffled noises.

Wu Long chuckled incessantly. Of course, he wanted to laugh out loud; this was his first time doing such a "technical job," and without countless hours of experience, he probably wouldn't have been able to do it. He suddenly turned around, and before Kang Min could even grab the fence, he had already grabbed her waist, pressing her firm, round buttocks tightly against his hips, his erect member hidden in his trousers, pressing firmly against her round buttocks.

The stimulation transmitted through her clothes made Kang Min pause, then she made more muffled noises, struggling and twisting her body. Her hands stretched forward, trying to grab something. With each struggle, her hips swayed, rubbing against Wu Long's manhood, sometimes sliding from the cleft onto her rounded buttocks, sometimes sliding back—a truly unique stimulation. Wu Long took a deep breath, thinking, "Are you struggling, or are you seducing me?" He

didn't give her a chance to struggle. He pulled her body tightly with one hand, pulling her back onto the dry grass, while his other hand slipped inside her clothes, reaching upwards. Through her bodice, he grabbed a full nipple and kneaded it vigorously.

Kang Min struggled even more violently. The stimulation from the cleft of her buttocks made her body heat up, her bones gradually softening. She now understood that this man was determined to take advantage of her; trying to feign compliance was a pipe dream. She had never experienced anything like this before, although her body... Strange sensations, like tingling numbness, coursed through her body, but she refused to accept reality, determined to struggle no matter what.

She tried to whimper, but the woodshed, while lacking in other aspects, was well-insulated. Furthermore, she was locked inside, with no one around, so naturally no one heard her. It was the dead of night; who would come? It seemed she was doomed.

Wu Long vigorously kneaded her full breasts with one hand, while holding her tightly with the other, turning her around and pinning her down on the haystack. Their position became even more intimate. A strange pleasure rose within Wu Long; he longed to take this woman right there and then. However, he tried his best to restrain himself. He subdued Kang Min, ignoring her struggles, and reached down to her private area. The moment he touched that spot, Kang Min shuddered, stopped struggling, but began to sob.

Wu Long ignored her, calculating the time he'd spent inside, chuckled, and with one hand, unbuckled his belt, lifted Kang Min's long skirt, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down. Her tattered clothes were also removed by Wu Long. It must be said that Kang Min's figure was unparalleled; her slender waist was gracefully curved, without an ounce of excess fat, and her flat, taut abdomen shimmered under the light. Two pear-shaped breasts... Her breasts were white and round, resembling plump and firm mountain peaks.

Before Wu Long's brain could even register the commands, his palms instinctively pressed down, involuntarily grasping these firm and incredibly elastic jade-like breasts, wantonly playing with them. The smooth, slippery texture and incredible elasticity made him secretly admire them as truly exquisite. Kang Min's soft, slippery breasts almost escaped from his grasp.

Wu Long quickly increased the pressure of his fingers, forcefully squeezing the base of her breasts, pushing them from the sides towards the center, creating a deep cleavage. "

No…"

Kang Min cried out in shame, her previously forced composure completely gone. She struggled desperately, but what good did this futile resistance do besides making her appear even weaker, more delicate, and pitifully beautiful? The friction of their bodies further aroused his hidden lust. Wu Long no longer cared about being gentle with her. With a roar, he forcefully squeezed her breasts into an oval shape, his ten fingers digging deep into her breasts. Her tender nipples immediately peeked out from between his fingers, proudly standing up and erect under the heat of his breath.

Wu Long excitedly leaned down, licking her nipple with his tongue, then taking Kang Min's entire nipple into his mouth, biting it with his teeth, and beginning to suckle eagerly. At first, Kang Min cried out in anguish, trying to escape, kicking and struggling fiercely. But as time passed, her resistance grew weaker, her writhing body gradually calming down, occasionally letting out a suppressed, muffled moan, her flushed face displaying a complex expression of shame, anger, and confusion.

"How is it? You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

Wu Long opened his mouth and spat out her nipple, feigning expertise, saying,

"Your body is so sensitive! Look, it's only been a few minutes and it's already this hard! What a wanton woman..." "Nonsense! You're talking nonsense!"

Kang Min suddenly sat up, her eyes brimming with tears. Wu Long didn't argue with her, only coldly pointing to her breasts. She looked down, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, burning like fire. Her pair of luscious breasts, already swollen from the moisture of her saliva, stood erect and firm, like two pearly grapes, irresistibly beckoning a gourmet to savor and enjoy them.

The more this was the case, the more Wu Long desired to know their secret. He slipped his hands inside her thighs, stroking and rubbing them, patiently waiting for her to succumb to his teasing. A moment later, a fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on Kang Min's pretty face, her breathing became clearly audible, and her tightly closed legs gradually loosened. At that instant, Wu Long used both hands to forcefully separate her legs. With a scream from her, he used his knees to firmly press her legs together in a "T" shape. Wu Long's hands still held Kang Min's soft breasts. This time, the caress was different from the rough squeezing earlier, which was merely an outlet for his desires. Now, his hands gently stroked her large breasts, his thumb and forefinger skillfully kneading her delicate nipples. After a while, Wu Long's tongue began to skillfully and teasingly circle her nipples, quickly making them swell and harden.

Wu Long's hands remained on Kang Min's breasts, while his mouth moved upwards, sealing her lips with his own. His tongue skillfully and subtly entered her mouth, their tongues intertwining. At this moment, Kang Min's resistance grew weaker and weaker. After passionately kissing Kang Min's fragrant lips, Wu Long began to skillfully tease her earlobe with his tongue. Kang Min's body began to react; her beautiful face flushed, she was covered in sweat, and her breathing quickened. Kang Min involuntarily began to shake her head, her snow-white lower abdomen heaving. She involuntarily began to moan softly, and a small amount of fluid secreted from her petals. Seeing Kang Min's reaction, Wu Long was overjoyed and began to attack her again with even more pride. Wu Long's fingers twisted and teased Kang Min's sensitive areas. Kang Min's full buttocks spasmed beneath him.

Seeing that the time was right, Wu Long didn't say much. He guided his penis to that mysterious position and thrust it in deeply. In one go, it was fully inside. Kang Min seemed to be awakened by the sudden fullness, but as soon as she moved, she was overwhelmed by the tingling pleasure brought by Wu Long's subsequent thrusts. Kang Min let out a few loud moans, and then her body began to sway with Wu Long's movements. With a seductive sound, Kang Min involuntarily embraced Wu Long's waist, her lower body welcoming his thrusts, as if each of his strokes reached the deepest part of her body. Her moans turned into louder cries of pleasure. Wu Long offered his tongue to Kang Min, and in addition to the sounds of their intercourse, there were also soft moans…

Kang Min also savored this delicacy in her mouth with abandon. With each thrust, her body offered up its own secretions, while her saliva mingled with Wu Long's… Having not been touched by a man for a year, Kang Min's lower body was naturally incredibly tight. Although Wu Long was on this narrow, winding path, the friction and temperature increased, and his sensations grew stronger. Suddenly, he felt as if his penis had been scalded by Kang Min's body, becoming even warmer and wetter inside. Kang Min's vulva, like a baby's mouth, kept sucking at him.

At this moment, Kang Min, her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, her face flushed, was speechless. Her body was as soft as mud, incredibly delicate. She could no longer resist the intense stimulation emanating from her, and released her seed entirely onto the land waiting to nurture life. Kang Min was scalded by this hot, powerful thrust, and ah, she experienced another climax…

Perhaps time passed quickly; Wu Long, resting on Kang Min's body, didn't know how much time had elapsed. He was only immersed in the bliss of their union. He had finally conquered this beautiful woman, leaving his mark inside her. He also knew that the woman beneath him was indeed a rare beauty. After her climax, Kang Min gradually regained her senses. She felt a heavy weight; it was a person, no, a man. Although the swollen thing had shrunk, she could still feel him inside her. Kang Min's tears flowed...

Wu Long looked at Kang Min, whose body was limp and covered in sweat, and straightened his body, penetrating her even deeper. He chuckled and asked, "Madam, how does my skill compare to theirs?" Kang Min's pressure points had just been released, so she didn't speak, only wiping away her tears, biting her lip tightly, remaining silent.

Wu Long chuckled and thrust forcefully a few times, Kang Min involuntarily arching her buttocks to cooperate with him. He suddenly withdrew, pressing against her anus, then thought for a moment, before moving down slightly. He thought to himself, "Going in like this might not be clean enough. I'll wait for another opportunity; I'll leave it at that this time."

Wu Long wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by. Ignoring how long he had been inside, he parted Kang Min's slightly closed legs again, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging desire in his heart, and touched the already swollen and erect penis to the slippery and moist petals between her thighs. His throbbing male desire ground up and down along the gap between the two tender red petals, and a drop of crystal-clear and fragrant saliva overflowed from the pink and red vulva. Taking advantage of the slippery and moist spring water, his already erect penis opened her tender pink petals and thrust inside. The hot and hard male desire swelled and engorged with blood as it writhed and ground against the soft and moist walls of her flower room, filling Kang Min's entire flower room.

"No..."

Wu Long's already aroused heart was further stimulated, his blood surging and overflowing. He only knew how to ride her and explore the secrets of the Peach Garden, and he didn't care about Kang Min's pleas for mercy. Instead, it further aroused his primal lust and frantically fueled his rampant desire! Slap—slap—Wu Long brutally slapped her buttocks with his palms, and her snow-white buttocks almost immediately turned red. Wu Long kept slapping her, as if riding a horse.

Kang Min initially cried out in pain, but with Wu Long's rapid thrusts, the intense stimulation and the sense of mission she felt made her forget the pain. A strange sensation even caused her to moan and pant, her slender waist instinctively swaying slightly, a mixture of welcome and resistance. Her tender petals trembled and opened, as if sucking on the massive glans of Wu Long's penis. The sensitive tip was gently bitten and gripped by the pink petals, and Wu Long's straight thighs pressed tightly against the base of the beautiful woman's snow-white, jade-like legs, a smooth and rounded touch.

The pleasure was so intense that Wu Long's pores opened, and he only wanted to ejaculate. The powerful rotational force caused the full, lubricated Kang Min to sway like a twisted candy with his movements. Wu Long's excitement grew even higher. He took a deep breath, and his member inside her suddenly swelled, thrusting so hard that Kang Min was tossed and turned. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts. After a hundred or so strokes, he noticed that Kang Min's secret cave was convulsing and throbbing, nectar gushing out, making his penis make squelching sounds as he thrust inside. Her dark clitoris slowly opened.

She enveloped the tip of his penis, sucking it with varying pressure, which made Wu Long feel an extraordinary sense of pleasure throughout his body. Suddenly, he felt the force gripping his penis in her honeypot increase dramatically, as if it were about to break him off. Every movement inside her tender orifice became extremely difficult. Wu Long knew this was the prelude to Kang Min's orgasm, but he didn't hesitate to grab Kang Min's full, swaying breasts with both hands, squeezing those round, firm jade peaks almost out of shape. His fingers seemed to be digging into her breasts, and glimpses of her snow-white breast flesh were squeezed out from between his fingers.

Wu Long urgently channeled his yang energy into his penis, causing it to grow even larger. With a low shout, he began to thrust forcefully in and out, each stroke reaching Kang Min's delicate core. He suddenly felt a powerful suction from Kang Min's core, followed by a gush of thick yin essence pouring out and onto his penis. He suppressed his surging desire and continued his relentless thrusting. As Kang Min entered and exited at high speed, his massive member seemed to tear through her tight passage, each thrust hitting her tender core with such force that it felt as if he wanted to pierce her body. His fingers also gripped her breasts tightly, as if trying to crush them.

Kang Min's body leaned back, seemingly responding to the storm of thrusts. Her vaginal opening, like a starving infant, relentlessly sucked at his penis, as if craving more. Wu Long embraced Kang Min's slender waist, thrusting forcefully into her alluring body. Kang Min was covered in fragrant sweat, her already smooth

, jade-like skin almost too soft to grasp. Wu Long suddenly felt his ejaculation becoming increasingly urgent, knowing that climax was imminent. He held nothing back, his firm lower abdomen relentlessly pounding against her snow-white mons pubis, making a slapping sound. After a barrage of rapid thrusts, it seemed as if all his strength was concentrated in his penis. Sensing his impending climax, he suddenly grabbed Kang Min's hair, causing her to cry out. Wu Long thrust his penis into her mouth, erupting with a roar. Kang Min choked and coughed, trying to vomit but unable to. She fainted from the shock.

Wu Long comfortably pulled up his pants, feeling no remorse for his forced sexual assault. Looking at the unconscious Kang Min, he sneered, "This is just the beginning." Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the inn.

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