[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 12

Chapter Sixty-One:

Wu Long's internal energy was bound by a strange pulling force. Where did this force come from, and what caused it? The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. The reason he couldn't break through that strange suction force was simple. That suction force originated from all the internal energy within his body. His internal energy was being absorbed by the dantian vortex and cellular black holes, creating something similar to gravity or universal gravitation. The internal energy he wanted to release came from his own internal energy, so naturally it couldn't withstand that suction force and was firmly blocked. Unless Wu Long could gather all his internal energy and rush out at once—which would likely only result in one outcome: his body exploding and dying—

Wu Long's head throbbed with pain. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind blew by, forming a vortex that swirled like lightning! A spiral! How could I not have imagined that my Purple Yang Qi was like a spiral winding around my meridians, allowing me to break through the body's constraints and form Qi! Thinking this through, Wu Long initially planned to rapidly rotate his true energy only after it reached the meridians in his arm, then strike out instantly. What troubled Wu Long was that thinking and doing were two different things. Although the meridians in his arm had become strong after being tempered by the jade, allowing him to smoothly rotate and strike with true energy, the immense pain generated in that instant made him uneasy. He also didn't know how much damage this would cause to his meridians, so a modification was necessary. Otherwise, it might be like a double-edged sword, cutting himself while striking others.

Following this idea, Wu Long first considered moving the true energy to his forearm before rotating, but abandoned the idea once the energy reached his forearm. This was because it still wouldn't eliminate the pain during the strike, and if the channel for the true energy to rotate within the meridians continued to shorten, he would have to increase the speed to compensate for the reduced power, which would cause even greater damage to the meridians.

After thinking for a while, Wu Long felt his head swell up, still without a clue. Suddenly, he felt a swelling sensation in his arm. Startled, he realized that the true energy that had risen to his forearm had stopped because its "future" was unclear, and it was growing thicker and thicker.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Long guided the true energy forward to his palm, letting it circulate. Otherwise, who knew what kind of trouble this true energy, which was still not fully under his control, would cause. He continued guiding it all the way to his fingertips. Now, Wu Long had to make a choice: either force the true energy back to his dantian or unleash it directly. Under his mental control, the true energy gathered thicker and thicker at his fingertips, instantly ready to be unleashed.

At this moment, Wu Long opened his eyes and looked at his feverish fingers. Most people control their internal energy within their bodies; once the energy leaves the body after a move, the process ends. However, Wu Long knew that even after leaving the body, the energy could still be controlled to some extent. Because the energy was released too slowly, it dissipated immediately upon leaving the fingers. But that didn't matter; Wu Long lacked many things, but he had no shortage of internal energy—in fact, he had an excess. So he continued releasing energy in this way, one after another.

After wasting countless amounts of "Northern Darkness Internal Energy," Wu Long finally gave up on slowly shooting energy forward from his fingertips and instead began to release energy outward from the entire forefinger of his index finger. He wanted to first solve the problem of energy condensing outside the finger.

Soon after, the overflowing true energy emitted a purple light, completely enveloping the front joint of the index finger and condensing it into a circle. Although some true energy continuously dissipated into the air, more true energy was also continuously emanating from the meridians within the finger joint. As the true energy flowed more and more, and gathered thicker and thicker, it seemed to generate a suction force, causing the dissipated true energy to decrease and eventually become so faint as to be imperceptible.

At this point, the step of condensing true energy outside the body was considered successful. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes closed, Wu Long could still clearly sense all these changes through the flow of true energy. He was delighted and also discovered something unexpected. Although Wu Long hadn't deliberately made the dissipated true energy rotate and flow, strangely enough, it actually began to rotate around his index finger on its own. Moreover, as the true energy gathered more and more, the speed of rotation increased, and he could almost hear the sound of the rapidly rotating airflow.

Despite his bewilderment, Wu Long didn't delve deeper into it. He even realized this was actually better, as he no longer needed to exert himself to rotate his inner energy. The inner energy surrounding his knuckles continued to expand outwards, quickly reaching the size of a bowl, looking extremely strange—like a large, glowing tube inserted into his finger.

This was no challenge for Wu Long. He quickly devised a solution. With a thought, he guided the inner and outer inner energy of his finger, through the close connection between them, to slowly guide the outer inner energy to spiral inwards around his finger. As a result, the radius of the rotating inner energy continuously contracted inwards towards Wu Long's finger, naturally making the glowing tube smaller and smaller.

But Wu Long's joy was short-lived; he soon discovered another major problem. As the radius of the rotating true energy continuously decreased, it was compressed and concentrated, increasing the pressure on his index finger. What terrified Wu Long even more was that the spiraling true energy swirling around his fingertip didn't stop; it continued to tighten inwards, seemingly determined to crush his finger. The more

Wu Long thought about it, the more alarmed he became, but there was no way to stop it, not even slow it down. A chill ran down his spine. With no other option, Wu Long could only continuously channel true energy from his fingertip to resist the external pressure. Thus, one force rotated downwards, squeezing, while the other pushed upwards, the two forces of true energy clashed. Fortunately, after the condensed true energy clusters outside his fingertip formed a spiral, Wu Long stopped channeling his own energy into them, limiting their power and barely managing to hold on. Otherwise, his finger would have been completely destroyed.

Wu Long assumed a pistol stance, squinted slightly, aimed, and deliberately let out a "bang." With a burst of energy, the light membrane in his index finger hissed and flew off, leaving a flash in the still-gray sky, striking silently. A sudden, loud bang followed as the light membrane struck the center of the lake, instantly creating a hole nearly twenty meters wide in the calm water, sending up sprays dozens of meters high. Some even splashed onto the excited Wu Long, soaking his face. Wu

Long exclaimed excitedly,

"Let's call this strange move Meteor Sword Qi! With some modifications, it can definitely become perfect!"

Although this so-called Meteor Sword Qi was currently very crude, any martial art was created after years or even decades of exploration by predecessors. The most difficult step in martial arts is creating something from nothing; as for perfection, it can be achieved given time.

The explosion attracted a lot of attention. Wu Long flashed away, instantly disappearing from his spot. By then, it was already broad daylight. He arrived at Abi's room, only to find her gone. A letter was left on the table. Wu Long read it and learned that they had left the previous day, led by Bao Butong and others, to search for Murong Fu and to deal with Ma Dayuan's death at the Beggars' Sect. Wu Long wasn't worried about their safety. He put his luggage in his pocket, preparing to give chase, when he suddenly thought of Madam Wang of Manluo Manor, a lewd smile creeping across his face.

After eating his fill, Wu Long got up and went to Manluo Manor. There was still a small boat at Tingyun Residence. Wu Long grabbed a servant, and after a bit of intimidation and coaxing, the servant obediently rowed him to the manor. Using the same method, he quickly learned that Madam Wang was resting in her room. He knocked the servant unconscious and barged in. Arriving at a very luxurious courtyard, Wu Long heard a strange sound outside. He silently entered and soon reached the bedroom.

On the bed lay a woman, completely naked. Her high, firm breasts, smooth skin, and the babbling brook beneath her thick, dark pubic hair all testified to her being a woman. Wu Long hadn't made a sound when he entered, clearly not disturbing her. She was currently caressing herself, and the strange sounds emanated intermittently from her mouth. It turned out that the sounds Wu Long couldn't decipher were the moans of pleasure she made while masturbating.

Madam Wang's alluring demeanor at this moment was completely different from when Wu Long first met her; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was worlds apart. No wonder Wu Long couldn't recognize her immediately. But Wu Long clearly loved seeing her now. As the mother of the most beautiful woman in Tianlong, she was undoubtedly a beauty herself. Although she was forty years old, she showed no signs of aging. Her beautiful face was without a single wrinkle, her skin was still as smooth as ever, and her breasts were still as high and full as ever.

Madam Wang was beautiful, but her current posture and movements were even more seductive. Wu Long looked at all of this and knew that it was all because of him. A few days ago, he had planted his own yang energy in Madam Wang's body and sealed it within her using a special method. This yang energy was something he had discovered after fusing with the perverted sunflower true energy of the man in red. Combined with acupressure techniques, it could slowly stimulate a person's desire, triggering it once a day. The most terrifying thing was that he used a technique that combined yin and yang, making it impossible for Madam Wang to have intercourse with any other man besides him. Not only that, but self-pleasure was also useless. This was Wu Long's first experiment, and the subject of the experiment was none other than the unfortunate Madam Wang.

Wu Long coughed softly, trying to wake Madam Wang, who was still immersed in her desires. Startled by the cough, Madam Wang shouted,

"Who is it? Didn't I say no one is allowed to enter without my permission?"

Opening her eyes and seeing Wu Long, her face flushed with anger, shame, and embarrassment. She quickly covered herself with the blanket, saying,

"It's you, you bastard!"

Just as Wu Long was about to speak, Madam Wang suddenly pressed down on the headboard. He heard a creaking sound, and suddenly, a huge, sharp blade slid out from a gap above his head, slashing down like a giant guillotine with a sharp, metallic clang. At this moment, there was no time for hesitation. Wu Long pushed off with his legs, his body shooting forward like a rocket.

With a deafening "Boom—!", the massive iron-bladed guillotine, as wide as a door panel, slammed heavily into the floor. Its weight was easily over a thousand pounds. If it struck Wu Long, the outcome was uncertain, but most top-tier experts would certainly be cleaved in two, dying a gruesome and heroic death.

Small holes riddled the walls, and countless thick, long steel arrows shot out like locusts, whistling past him with minuscule precision. As he ran, these arrows, whistling mournfully, relentlessly pursued his ghostly figure, flashing past him before embedding themselves deeply in the opposite wall, their fletchings trembling. Any hesitation from him would result in him being riddled with bullets.

Even with Wu Long's "invulnerable" body, he would likely die a horrible death, because being hit by such crossbow bolts... The arrows that emerged from the wall, at close range, possessed a terrifying lethality surpassing even some firearms. Suddenly, countless small arrows shot out from the wall; powered by the mechanism, they could pierce anything. A series of trembling explosions echoed as Wu Long, moving faster than a cheetah, sped along the ground like an arrow. The previously stone ground had become a massive crater, its bottom filled with countless sharp, cone-shaped spears and iron spikes, their cold, gleaming edges forming a dazzling, deadly glint.

Falling would be disastrous, Wu Long, suspended in mid-air, knew this, but even knowing the consequences couldn't stop his descent. With nothing to hold onto, he could only watch helplessly as the cold, gleaming light below drew ever closer, utterly powerless. Even light-footed techniques require leverage to fly! Was he truly without hope?

As Wu Long plummeted, a confident smile played on his lips. Suddenly, he strained his waist, somersaulting in mid-air until his face was upward and his back downward. He forcefully stretched his arms outward, the muscles in his back bulging and hardening like iron. He slightly raised his head to avoid hitting the spikes at the bottom; it wasn't that he lacked confidence in his head, but he feared a concussion from the impact. His smile remained constant.

"Bang—" A strange, muffled sound echoed through the pit. Wu Long's back slammed into the iron spikes that filled the pit's bottom. A dozen incredibly sharp, gleaming spikes pressed firmly against his fair skin, causing some indentation, but they couldn't penetrate his dense body; they only supported his body on their tips. Wu Long released his inner force, instantly forming purple qi. Under the power of this qi, all the spikes shattered instantly!

Wu Long leaped up, his bare feet standing on the sharp blades. The iron spikes under his feet caused a dull, itchy pain that felt strangely comfortable. He suddenly felt like a street performer walking barefoot on a steel sword, which was rather comical. However, he was also very surprised, thinking,

"Truly terrifying! Who would have thought that Madam Wang's room would have such a terrifying mechanism! No wonder it's a stone house, not wood! Luckily it was me; if it were Hongmian or Wanqing coming to find her, they would probably be dead for good. Damn it!"

Wu Long was immediately enraged. He stomped his foot hard on the ground, transforming into a ghostly white streak of light. He created a powerful tornado and flowed smoothly through the central passage. Then, like lightning, he pounced on Madam Wang's bedside again, saying,

"Madam, you are indeed powerful. You actually possess such a formidable mechanism. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Madam Wang was terrified that Wu Long hadn't suffered any damage from such a deadly series of traps, but she forced a cold smile and said in a deep voice:

"You wicked villain, you've caused me so much suffering! Take this!"

With that, she brandished her sword and lunged at Wu Long without a trace of spring light. Wu Long was slightly taken aback; this Madam Wang was the daughter of Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui, and her martial arts must be formidable. His eyes flashed with cold light, and he said softly,

"Does Madam intend to personally spar with this junior? I fear it might harm your precious body!"

Madam Wang was instantly enraged. She pointed her sword, leaped forward, and swung it down with lightning speed. Three sword strikes followed in quick succession, the blades swirling and dazzling in their brilliance.

Wu Long's smiling face, initially radiating warmth, instantly transformed into a mocking sneer as he faced the oncoming chilling sword light. His jade-like hands clasped rapidly before his chest, then shot forward with lightning speed. As they reached the center of the sword light, he abruptly opened his hands to the sides, instantly grabbing the two lightning-fast swords with his bare hands.

Wu Long stopped, smiling slightly, and said, "Madam, stop. You are no match for me!"

Madam Wang trembled upon hearing this, and shouted sharply, "Boy, how dare you speak such arrogant words!"

Wu Long raised an eyebrow and said loudly, "Whether I'm arrogant or not, Madam, you know best, don't you? Even if I let you stab me, you couldn't hurt me."

After Wu Long finished speaking, he released his grip. Madam Wang couldn't stop in time, and the long sword pierced Wu Long's chest, tearing through his clothes and entering his body!

Madam Wang was shocked and had no time to react. Suddenly, a purple light erupted from Wu Long's body, and Madam Wang felt a terrifying recoil force burst out from her body and spread outwards!

"Ah!" Madam Wang was immediately shaken by the shock, dropped her sword, and was thrown into the air before crashing heavily against the wall.

"Bang!" After the impact, Madam Wang's delicate body fell off the wall again! Wu Long walked over and hugged her. Madam Wang felt the strangeness in Wu Long's crotch and asked in horror,

"What are you going to do?"

Chapter 61 of the first part of Fallen Dragon World: Madam Wang's Charm

"What are you going to do??"

Madam Wang felt the change in Wu Long's lower body and the burning desire in his eyes. She trembled in her heart. Wu Long smiled wickedly and said,

"Of course, I'm going to 'comfort' you, Madam."

Seeing Madam Wang's exquisite figure, Wu Long was overcome with desire and couldn't resist touching her. He reached out and stroked her face. Madam Wang pulled away and took several steps back. She was shocked, angry, and ashamed at Wu Long's lewd behavior and tried to turn away, but Wu Long was quick and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and forcibly kissing her cheek.

Madam Wang's struggles not only failed to free her but also aroused Wu Long, making him feel the firm, elastic flesh of her breasts. The friction caused his penis to stand erect. Her pretty and delicate face, clear and bright eyes, and exquisite small pink lips truly made her a beauty that could be described as heavenly. Her slender and graceful figure, accentuated by her dress, made her arms and legs appear even more fair and alluring.

"Madam Wang, how about spending

this night with me?" The sun was high in the sky; there was no talk of a "night of pleasure." Due to the fight, Madam Wang's long, flowing hair cascaded down, adding to her allure and making her appear even more captivating. Her face was like a peach blossom, her body like snow, her eyes like autumn waves, her eyebrows delicate, and her fingers like slender bamboo shoots.

"Madam Wang, just submit to this old monk!"

Wu Long leered, enjoying the look of fear amidst Madam Wang's anger. Madam Wang possessed stunning beauty: captivating eyes, a high nose, delicate red lips, and snow-white skin. Her entire being exuded beauty. Her elegant demeanor and swaying waist, seemingly fragile, contrasted sharply with her full, mature hips. Her ample breasts, barely concealed by her clothing, appeared as if they were about to burst through. Instantly, Wu Long's lower body also stiffened considerably…

"Shut up, you bastard!"

With nowhere to escape and no chance of winning, Madam Wang was both shocked and terrified. Wu Long, however, remained unperturbed, his gaze fixed on her. She possessed eyebrows like distant mountains, a delicate nose, cherry lips, bright eyes, white teeth, a snow-white neck, and incredibly smooth, fair skin. Her skin was so delicate and smooth, it blushed in the wind, as if a touch would release moisture. The stunningly beautiful Madam Wang was both anxious and ashamed.

Her face, flushed with anger, was now rosy. Beneath her gracefully slender cheeks lay a straight and alluring neck. Her fair, almost translucent skin blended seamlessly with her white undergarments, making it nearly indistinguishable. Her full, firm breasts heaved rapidly, tempting both lust and sin. Wu Long couldn't help but imagine the full, soft, and delicate flesh beneath her undergarments, and those exquisite, crystal-clear, and incredibly tender protrusions... The hem of Madam Wang's undergarments was tightly tucked into her skirt, perfectly accentuating the woman's incredibly soft and graceful waist, as slender as if one could grasp it with one hand, and her slightly rounded, delicate pink buttocks. Wu Long stared at her beautifully sculpted legs with a predatory gaze, and he couldn't help but imagine Madam Wang's smooth abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, and below that, between her thighs... it was truly an abyss that made his blood boil and tempted him to commit a crime.

Wu Long reached out and pulled Madam Wang back into his arms, saying,

"You can't escape."

Madam Wang struggled a few times, her face flushed, but she dared not cry out, letting Wu Long hold her like an iron barrel. In her panic, Madam Wang lost all sense of rhythm, and began to beat Wu Long with her small fists like a drum. Wu Long chuckled as she struck him, casually pointing a finger at Madam Wang's pressure point. Madam Wang felt a jolt throughout her body and collapsed limply onto Wu Long. The ultimate beauty he had dreamed of was finally in his arms. Wu Long was overjoyed. Before him, Madam Wang's long, black hair flowed smoothly down her back, her slender, white neck tilted limply to one side, and her beautiful face was even more captivating. Her top couldn't fully conceal the mature, perfect shape of her firm breasts.

Wu Long couldn't suppress his desire any longer. His hands were already on Madam Wang's beautiful breasts, gently kneading them. His hands began to roam over Madam Wang's body, her delicate, smooth skin captivating him. He laid Madam Wang's soft, delicate body across his lap, lovingly stroking her long, flowing hair, then lowered his head to kiss her soft, tender lips.

Wu Long sought out Madam Wang's fragrant lips, kissing her passionately, caressing her soft, boneless shoulders, using all his passion and strength. Guided by Wu Long's yang energy, Madam Wang's desire surged the moment he touched her. Her delicate body trembled violently from the stimulation, and soon her lips became hot and soft. She pulled her jade-like hands to embrace his neck, lost in his passionate kiss. This dreamlike kiss lasted for several minutes. Wu Long's mouth never stopped sucking on Madam Wang's soft lips. He didn't realize that his manhood was erect and about to burst out. He freed his hands and roamed over Madam Wang's body.

One hand reached to Madam Wang's chest, touching her two white, smooth breasts through her clothes. They were adorned with small cherries, firm and real. With each touch, Madam Wang's breasts bounced incessantly. Wu Long kept kneading and rubbing them. His other hand secretly moved to Madam Wang's breasts, touching her plump vulva through her clothes, unable to let go. His fingers trembled on her smooth, alabaster skin, slowly slipping between her legs and caressing her. As her legs parted, her short panties appeared even more alluring. His

nimble fingers lifted the white panties, pressing against her smooth, snow-white skin as they penetrated her exquisite Eden. A warm sensation spread from his fingertips as Wu Long's hand rested on her tender, pearly jade gate.

Wu Long met her lips with his, sealing hers. His lips pressed tightly against hers, his tongue probing wildly inside. She clenched her teeth, refusing to let him in, so Wu Long could only kiss and savor her lips from the outside, finding them soft, smooth, sweet, and refreshing. The fragrance of her breath wafted into his nostrils, invigorating him.

Madam Wang moaned and groaned as Wu Long kissed and smacked her lips, her body swaying restlessly. She felt her mouth was completely sealed shut, making it hard to breathe. Wu Long's tongue darted and pounced wildly inside her mouth like a playful rabbit. After a short while, Madam Wang finally gave in, opening her teeth. She felt Wu Long's slippery tongue immediately slip inside, exploring its way around. Much of Madam Wang's sweet saliva flowed into Wu Long's mouth, as sweet as finely brewed honey, and she swallowed several mouthfuls.

Madam Wang's mouth wasn't very large to begin with, and Wu Long's tongue filled it completely.

Madam Wang felt his tongue swirling and teasing her own. After a while, Madam Wang, her tongue captured by Wu Long, also extended her tongue into his mouth. The moment her tongue touched his, Wu Long's tongue gripped it tightly, sucking and smacking it loudly. After a long while, they separated. Wu Long said,

"Madam's mouth is so sweet."

"You're lewd, you're shameless!"

Madam Wang's angry expression only made her more alluring. However, her words were no longer as fierce as before. Madam Wang hadn't been in contact with a man's body for over a decade, and now, being held naked and tightly by Wu Long, she felt as if she'd been electrocuted. The two moved slowly, their skin touching, rubbing against each other. Wu Long's hot, thick penis was already hard and erect, pressing tightly between Madam Wang's legs.

Feeling the masculine stirring, Madam Wang felt waves of tingling, her heart fluttering. Wu Long's hands, which had been wrapped around her neck, suddenly loosened, but instead moved down, embracing Madam Wang's slender waist. Madam Wang let out a soft "Ah," feeling a warm, languid sensation throughout her body, her bones and muscles going weak and numb, unable to resist. Wu Long gently caressed her smooth, soft, plump buttocks, his fingertips skillfully tracing their rounded shape, lightly scratching and teasing, moving up and down. Madam Wang felt every itch being tickled, the pleasure indescribable; her face flushed with desire, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Seeing her flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, slightly parted lips, and rapid breathing, Wu Long knew she was aroused, so he unleashed his full power, intensifying his teasing. Wu Long grasped Madam Wang's belt buckle; Madam Wang felt powerless to resist, now only able to half-heartedly resist, her strength weak and feeble, panting softly, letting Wu Long do as he pleased. Wu Long embraced Madam Wang, his heart brimming with joy, lust rising, and carried her to the bed.

Holding Madam Wang close to his thin clothes, he could clearly feel her voluptuous body, so hot and fragrant. Madam Wang knew something was wrong and tried to struggle, but her pressure points were sealed, rendering her helpless. Wu Long tied Madam Wang's hands behind her back and placed her on his bed. Then he released the pressure points all over Madam Wang's body. Wu Long began to undress Madam Wang: "Madam Wang, it will be very cool to take off your clothes." Wu Long unbuttoned the first button of Madam Wang's top. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Because she was bound and unable to resist, Madam Wang, who was powerless to resist in front of a man for the first time, could only struggle.

Wu Long wantonly caressed Madam Wang's snow-white waist, enjoying the pleasure of playing with her. Just as Madam Wang was about to catch her breath, suddenly, Wu Long pressed her entire body down. Wu Long said: "I told you, Madam Wang, you will be incredibly beautiful after your top is taken off.

I want to see how a beautiful woman like you, who is skilled in martial arts, chaste, and bound, will react when she is stripped naked." "

Having said that, Wu Long unbuttoned the three buttons on Madam Wang's collar, revealing her snow-white neck. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing. Her eyelids were slightly closed, and her nostrils flared gently. Her cheeks were as red as a sunset glow. Her slender, delicate neck, soft, rounded shoulders, and ivory-like hands were all exposed. At the base of her neckline, one could see the slightly sunken cleavage of her snow-white breasts. Her

pair of crystal-clear, snow-white, soft, and smooth breasts, with their full and rounded lines, were on full display, even..." The two points of her pointed breasts were faintly visible, and the top of her bra provocatively exposed the upper edges of her breasts, radiating a captivating luster. Wu Long could clearly see the soft, alluring curves of her breasts and the shallow cleavage between them that drove men wild. He only needed to tear open the bra to reveal Madam Wang's soft, round, snow-white breasts, which would obediently fall into his hands. Wu Long grinned lewdly, grabbing the neckline. Madam Wang had already anticipated Wu Long's intentions; her breasts were about to be exposed. She was sweating profusely and desperately shook her body, trying to break free.

"Let me go! I'll kill you!"

"It's no use, Madam!"

With that, Wu Long forcefully tore her breasts apart. The sound of tearing clothes and a groan of shame filled the air. Madam Wang's top was ripped in two, revealing her naked upper body to Wu Long. "Ah! You beast!" "

Madam Wang's breasts, which Wu Long had longed for, were finally revealed to him. Her tattered top slid down her fragrant shoulders and jade-like arms, and soon she was stripped of her body, leaving only a pink bra. Beneath the bra lay the jade-like breasts of Madam Wang, the most beautiful woman in the dreams of countless men.

Wu Long straightened Madam Wang's body, carefully admiring her form. Madam Wang had rounded shoulders, a slender waist, a flat, white abdomen, and a graceful figure. Her skin, like silk, was flawless. The white, half-length vest-style bra wasn't tight-fitting." It appeared somewhat loose, revealing glimpses of Madam Wang's bulging, glistening pectoral muscles from various angles. The bra was also very thin, and once it clung to her body, the tips of her nipples and the beautiful curves of her breasts were clearly visible. With her hands bound behind her back, her pectoral muscles appeared even more prominent, incredibly sexy.

Wu Long stared at Madam Wang's flesh-colored, form-fitting bodice. Her hair was disheveled, her perfume smudged, her arms were smooth, her legs were lightly raised, and her slender waist swayed—like a stunningly beautiful woman in the throes of spring, or a seductive, alluring vixen.

With the graceful movements of her hands and feet, glimpses of her breasts and groin were revealed.

"No..." Madam Wang cried out, a mixture of discomfort and arousal.

Her delicate body was so exquisitely curvaceous, the transparent bra clinging tightly to her equally high and firm breasts, the nipples already erect, which only fueled her desire more than if she were completely naked. The soft, sculpted lines unconsciously revealed her allure and sensuality.

The bra half-concealed her full breasts, the two round, snowy peaks almost spilling out from the sides, her navel on her slender waist so small and adorable.

Madam Wang realized her predicament and could only let out shameful moans.

Wu Long's lewd hand reached to Madam Wang's exposed pectoral muscles. Madam Wang felt her breasts being touched and shouted, "Stop! You beast!

I'll kill you sooner or later!"

"Stripped like this and still so strong, it's so satisfying to humiliate such a beauty." Wu

Long grabbed the half-naked Madam Wang, squeezing and kneading her naked body with both hands, wantonly humiliating her. Then, while kissing her rounded shoulders, he pressed the two prominent nipples of her breasts through her bra.

Wu Long forcibly turned her head, looking at Madam Wang's face, which appeared even more sexy due to shame.

Wu Long placed his hands on Madam Wang's gently rising and falling chest, carefully studying Madam Wang's smooth face. Her arched eyebrows, delicate nose, and perfect cherry lips formed a captivatingly beautiful face, which, combined with her long, smooth, black hair and snow-white, delicate neck, made her look like an angel.

Madam Wang's cheeks were so smooth and tender, her lips so soft and sweet. Wu Long bent down and kissed her incessantly, even his little dragon was erect. What a strong expression. So sexy!

His hands couldn't wait to roam over her silky, snow-white skin, caressing and wandering with love. He was completely captivated by the incredibly delicate, smooth, and exquisitely smooth texture of her skin, immersed in the faint, beautiful fragrance emanating from her fair and delicate body.

His hands gripped Madam Wang's soft, fragrant shoulders tightly, gently lifting her boneless body from behind the chair. Madam Wang, in a state of utter confusion and shyness, was like an alluring, helpless lamb, obediently allowing him to lift her soft body. Her large eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she dared not move an inch.

Wu Long's demonic hands roamed freely over Madam Wang's waist and abdomen, his lips gradually moving downwards, from her beautiful chin, her lustrous neck, her snow-white chest, all the way up to the snow-capped peaks of her breasts, protected only by her soaked bra, gently biting the luscious cherries with his teeth. Madam Wang

felt her entire being melt, becoming like boiling water, surging and churning, enjoying the most intense and pleasurable sensations. Aside from the initial overwhelming force that pinned her down, tearing her clothes to shreds, and the excruciating pain inflicted by the powerful dragon head's domineering and invincible aura that forcefully breached her defenses, what she later felt was the relentless baptism of a storm. In this baptism, her body and soul gradually melted, transforming into the surging waves, one higher than the next, roaring, screaming, and going mad.

Two bodies intertwined, rolling and tumbling, forgetting time and space.

Madam Wang rose and fell repeatedly at her peak, completely intoxicated by the extreme, frenzied pleasure, gradually sinking deeper into intoxication, obsession, and confusion.

And the strong body in her arms, possessing seemingly inexhaustible explosive power, continued to thrust into her, pushing her ever higher, ever deeper into that soul-stirring madness and frenzy.

...

Madam Wang struggled to open her eyes, the swelling and pain in her lower body constantly reminding her of the frenzy she had just experienced.

Wu Long trembled on her voluptuous and alluring body for a long time before finally letting out a long, comfortable breath. Then, feeling as if his body was filled with explosive power, he suddenly withdrew, stood up, and looked at Madam Wang, whose body was smooth, sweaty, ravaged, and flushed.

Madam Wang felt an inexplicable pleasure as his gaze swept over her, completely dispelling her previous shame and indignation. In her shock, she tried to struggle to get up, but couldn't bear the pain, which was like the pain of losing her virginity on her wedding night. She could only let out a couple of soft moans and lie down on the ground.

Beneath her was her torn silk robe, and the sheets were soaked.

Finally, Madam Wang couldn't bear it any longer and angrily cursed, "You beast! You've disgraced my purity! I... I don't want to live anymore!"

Despite these words, she had no strength to move an inch, let alone die. (

Chapter 62 of the first part, "The Fallen Heavenly Dragon World," Madam Wang's Allure 2)

"You heartless lecherous scoundrel! You've disgraced my purity! I... I don't want to live anymore!"

Despite these words, she had no strength to move an inch, let alone die. Tears streamed down her face, her cries hoarse and weak, making Wu Long's heart ache.

Although Wu Long had felt desire for Madam Wang, he disdained anything more than that for anyone else. He never imagined things would turn out this way. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, even forgetting the significant changes that seemed to have occurred in certain parts of his body. He sat there, no longer interested in appreciating Madam Wang's naked beauty, as he himself was also completely naked, facing her openly.

What to do, what to do?

If Madam Wang were to feel the same way as Bao Bao Hong Mian, perhaps things would be much easier. However, she clearly still harbored immense hatred for him, showing absolutely no affection. But her current state might change her mind. Especially since Madam Wang's Mandala Manor was quite powerful; if he could bring it under his control, it would be a significant boost to his future control of the martial world. Moreover, the martial arts manuals in the Blessed Land of Returning Blessings would greatly benefit the rapid improvement of his subordinates' strength.

Hmm, the Free and Unfettered Sect and the Blessed Land of Returning Blessings had an ambiguous relationship. Wu Long remembered that the Li Canghai people discussed in later generations was very likely Madam Wang's mother, Wang Yuyan's grandmother. Otherwise, why would Wang Yuyan, Madam Wang, and the jade statue at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in Dali look so alike!

So, if he revealed his identity as a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect, could he subdue this beautiful Madam Wang? He couldn't let her know his true identity yet; he had to find another way to keep her calm for now. Later, when he grew stronger, given their relationship, hehe, she wouldn't be able to resist. But for now, he had to find a way to leave a deep impression on her, to prevent her from wavering and betraying him. Anyway, he figured that even if her heart wasn't willing, her body would submit once he planted the seed of yang energy inside her.

He thought for a moment, his plan made up, and immediately adopted a lustful expression. His large hand freely caressed her proud breasts, grabbing them suddenly. Although his hands were large, he could only grasp half. With a forceful kneading, Madam Wang cried out in pain and panicked, "What are you doing?" She reached out to touch her legs, but after the ravages of that storm, she had no strength left and could only scratch Wu Long's itch.

Wu Long laughed loudly, pressing his newly erect member against her entrance, and said viciously, "Since I've already done this with you, Madam, I don't mind doing it again and again! It all depends on whether you can withstand my love!"

With that, he thrust his hips forward and immediately entered her incredibly wet flower path. Madam Wang's old pain hadn't subsided when new pain struck. Her mind a jumbled mess, and she involuntarily cried out, "Too...too big! Ah!" She screamed again.

Wu Long frowned, thinking, "This can't go on!" He had no choice but to stop, and asked fiercely, "Madam, if you don't want to be tortured, then listen to my orders!"

Madam Wang quickly nodded; she was now at his mercy, and there was no way she could refuse.

"Alright, from today onwards, you'll follow me!"

Madam Wang was startled, raising her head, her sexy lips slightly parted, clearly not believing Wu Long would say such a thing.

Seeing her surprised expression, Wu Long laughed and said, "Do you think I would do anything to you? You're my woman now, so naturally I'll treat you as my woman. Ask Abi and the others; as my women, haven't I treated them badly?" Hearing him mention Abi, Madam Wang felt a pang of bitterness rise in her heart for some reason. She was startled, wondering to herself: Am I really going to give in like this?

Seeing her skeptical expression, Wu Long knew he needed to use drastic measures, otherwise she wouldn't give up. He stared intently at Madam Wang, making her heart pound, forcing her to turn away before he calmly said,

"Don't think I don't know. Humph, if you still harbor feelings for that Duan man after you've followed me, and secretly flirt with him, I'll kill his daughter and put an end to your thoughts!"

Madam Wang's mouth gaped open, her mind filled with only one thought: How did he know? How did he know? Wu Long was pleased to see her utter astonishment. Seeing her nod sadly, he couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Good, Madam, you are indeed sensible. Don't worry, after you've followed me, I will definitely not let you suffer such neglect. These lonely days will no longer bother you!"

Madam Wang listened to his confident promise, but refused to believe it. Didn't that Duan man say the same thing back then? Now, in my state, what can I use to resist? Ah, what can I use to resist? Wu Long glanced at her, seeing her still looking so forlorn, and finally sighed inwardly, thinking how pitiful this woman had been. He moved involuntarily, but with utmost gentleness.

The impact Wu Long brought her was a pleasure she had never experienced in her thirty-six years! This man before her was simply a woman's nemesis, making every woman who had been with him unable to resist. He could make every cell in a woman's body vibrate and throb. How could a woman who loved such a man forget him…

Madam Wang was no exception!

Madam Wang raised her head, her face streaked with tears, looking even more beautiful and fresh, but her eyes were filled with bewilderment.

Wu Long stopped thrusting, withdrew from her body, took her hand and placed it against his chest, softly saying, "If you don't mind me, I hope you can be my wife, so I can cherish and love you for the rest of my life!"

Madam Wang felt Wu Long's strong heartbeat, pressed her hand against his firm chest, her pink face blushing, then lowered her head again. Although she didn't answer with words, her expression and demeanor had already given the answer. Wu Long leaned in and gently kissed her, one hand caressing her curled thighs. She trembled slightly, but no longer resisted. Wu Long kissed her small mouth, teasing her tongue. She opened her mouth slightly, her body trembling.

Wu Long was overjoyed. He reached between her legs, and she shuddered, clamping her thighs together, letting out a soft moan. Madam Wang's body grew softer and softer, her vision blurring. She let out a shy moan, but allowed Wu Long to do as he pleased. Madam Wang's

expression was alluring, and she closed her eyes shyly. Wu Long embraced her slender waist and thrust his lower body into her. She frowned slightly, gripping the sheets tightly. After a while, Madam Wang let out a soul-stirring sound, stimulating Wu Long to become increasingly violent.

Wu Long held her head, preventing her from moving, and began to thrust vigorously. Madam Wang let out comfortable "ah" sounds again and again, opening her mouth. Wu Long took the opportunity to kiss her small mouth, his tongue slipping inside, while his lower body continued to thrust.

Wu Long teased her slowly with a technique of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, a relentless, teasing motion. She writhed

, but found no pleasure; the occasional deep thrust only fueled her desire. Madam Wang's skin turned a striking pink, beads of sweat forming on her skin. Her slender waist arched, her hips swaying to meet Wu Long's movements. Her brows furrowed, her expression frantic, almost frantic. Finally, she couldn't help but open her eyes, gripping Wu Long's arm tightly, her

voice trembling, "No...don't tease me..." Her long nails dug deep into Wu Long's arm. Wu Long felt a surge of pleasure, pressing his entire body against her full form. She clung tightly to him, Madam Wang moaning with pleasure, her long legs wrapping around his waist. Wu Long thrust forcefully, Madam Wang experiencing orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax, climax after climax...

countless repetitions. Wu Long seemed about to ejaculate uncontrollably, but he quickly held his breath, pulling back just in time, his body trembling slightly as he savored this unprecedented sensation. Madam Wang trembled uncontrollably, her plump thighs sliding limply down Wu Long's waist. She lay limp, panting heavily, her expression one of boundless pleasure and satisfaction.

Wu Long's heart surged, and he gently caressed her, letting her enjoy the afterglow of her climax. A moment later, Madam Wang came to her senses, noticing Wu Long's still large and hard member. She said shyly, "You..." Wu Long leaned down and took her earlobe in his mouth, laughing, "How am I?"

Madam Wang's cheeks flushed, and she spat, "Did you take some kind of drug...?"

Wu Long laughed heartily, "You mean I took some kind of drug to be this good, right?"

Madam Wang's expression turned shy, her face growing increasingly red, and she pouted, "Isn't that right?!"

Wu Long laughed heartily, "You don't understand your husband at all, my good wife. You'll see how strong your husband is in the future!"

Madam Wang seemed quite disdainful, but she never refused the title of "wife." Wu Long understood her intentions and slowly entered her again. She said shyly, "You..."

Wu Long said softly, "Husband will serve you one more time..."

Madam Wang's expression was alluring, and she closed her phoenix eyes. Wu Long laughed, "Let's change positions..." But she ignored him. Wu Long flipped her over, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and spread her legs. Madam Wang realized Wu Long's intentions and was about to struggle violently when Wu Long forcefully thrust into her. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and her body went limp. Wu Long pressed down on her back with one hand and lifted her waist with the other, thrusting in forcefully, his lower abdomen slamming heavily against her buttocks with a slapping sound.

Madam Wang gradually knelt up, her snow-white buttocks appearing particularly full. Wu Long's heart surged, his movements becoming faster and more powerful. He leaned down to lick her back, saying, "They say this is the most primal way, my good wife, do you like it?"

Beads of sweat constantly seeped from Madam Wang's body; her smooth inner thighs were already glistening, but she bit her lip to remain silent. Wu Long's thrusts grew faster and faster, and Madam Wang cried out in pleasure, finally reaching another climax.

After a long while…

Wu Long slowly lowered her. Her face was pale, her breath coming in soft gasps, her starry eyes half-closed, limp and at Wu Long's mercy. Wu Long wiped her lower body clean, pulled the thin blanket over her, kissed her cheek, and gently patted her, saying, "You're tired, rest for a while!"

Madam Wang seemed to have no strength left to speak, and whispered, "You..."

Wu Long stroked her long hair softly, smiling, "Rest early. I will never follow the example of that Duan man and leave without saying goodbye. I can't bear to part with a wife as beautiful as you."

"Tch!" Madam Wang gave Wu Long a weak glare, but naturally put on her nightgown, covered herself with the blanket, closed her eyes slightly, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Wu Long couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. It was both expected and unexpected; he had conquered another beautiful and alluring woman, a dream girl for every man.

After three days of passionate lovemaking, Wu Long, still worried, spoke with Abi and the other two women, and then with Madam Wang (or rather, Mengluo). Having experienced Duan Zhengchun's sudden departure, Mengluo was deeply saddened and resentful of his loss, and finally agreed to Wu Long's departure. In just a few days, their relationship had deepened considerably, and Madam Wang even revealed her true name to Wu Long: Li Mengluo, a very poetic name. With reluctance, Wu Long left, arriving in Wuxi City around noon.

Wu Long had visited Wuxi several times before. Many of the city's buildings had been preserved to this day, and the urban layout hadn't changed much, so Wu Long felt a strong sense of familiarity upon entering the city. It was a very prosperous place, with a unique charm compared to Dali. Wu Long was in high spirits and strolled around Wuxi City. Of course, Wu Long had another purpose: to find Songhelou (Songhe Tower). Although the book states that Wu Long encountered Qiao Feng at Songhe Tower after returning from Yanziwu, the addition of his own element meant Wu Long wasn't entirely certain whether he would actually meet Qiao Feng.

Three hours later, they finally found the place and went up to a private room on the second floor. A waiter came to greet them. The two ordered a pot of wine and eight dishes, and began to drink. While drinking, Wu Long searched for Qiao Feng, but found nothing. After several cups, he gradually became a little tipsy. Suddenly, Wu Long remembered a poem and leaned against the railing, reciting it:

"In Peach Blossom Valley dwells a Peach Blossom Hermitage, beneath which dwells a Peach Blossom Immortal. The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees, then picks the blossoms to sell for wine.

Sober, he sits before the flowers; drunk, he sleeps beneath them. Half-awake, half-drunk, day after day; flowers fall and bloom, year after year.

He wishes to grow old and die amidst flowers and wine, rather than bowing before carriages and horses. The dust of carriages and the hooves of horses are the pleasures of the rich; wine cups and flowering branches are the lot of the poor.

If you compare wealth and poverty, one is on the ground, the other in the sky; if you compare poverty and carriages, they must toil, while I am at leisure.

Others laugh at my madness, but I laugh at their lack of understanding." "The tombs of heroes of Wulin (Wuling) are nowhere to be seen; no flowers, no wine, only fields to be tilled."

A burly man at the western end turned around upon hearing this poem, his eyes flashing across the two men's faces. He exclaimed, "What excellent writing!"

Wu Long, seeing the man's imposing stature, around thirty years old, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, and a wide mouth, his square face bearing the marks of hardship, exuded an imposing presence. He inwardly praised, "What a spirited and dashing man!"

He knew this man must be Qiao Feng. He smiled slightly at the man and called to the waiter, "Put that gentleman's food and drink on my tab."

Qiao Feng was about to thank him when Wu Long added,

"Why don't you join us for a drink, friend?"

Qiao Feng replied, "Of course!"

and called for the waiter to join them at the table.

After the two men sat down, Wu Long asked,

"May I ask your name, brother?"

Qiao Feng replied,

"Let's not stand on ceremony

and drink a few bowls together. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Once we've clearly distinguished friend from foe, the fun is over."

Wu Long said,

"Brother, we've never met before, so how could we be enemies? But I especially like the four of us who don't stand on ceremony. Please, drink this first as a sign of respect." With that, he downed the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Why must we have known each other before? Let's drink together today." He then downed another cup.

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Good, brother, you're quite generous, but this cup is too small."

He turned to the waiter and said, "Bring

three large bowls and twenty catties of sorghum wine."

After a short while, the waiter brought two large bowls and a large jar of wine, pouring a bowl for each person.

Qiao Feng laughed and said,

"Come on, let's drink ten bowls together first, how about it?" He then drank a bowl himself.

Wu Long's alcohol tolerance was also quite good. He immediately picked up his bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Good wine, good wine."

The wine, upon entering his body, transformed into heat that merged with his blazing Northern Darkness True Qi. Qiao Feng, seeing his seemingly carefree demeanor, was quite surprised by his hearty drinking, and was delighted. He laughed heartily,

"How refreshing!" and downed his second bowl. Wu Long followed suit. This was truly a case of drinking with kindred spirits, drinking happily and freely, and a poem came to mind:

Li Bai's "Bring in the Wine." After finishing one bowl, he recited:

"Do you not see the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return? Do you not see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening? Life is short, so seize the day and enjoy it to the fullest; do not let the golden goblet face the moon empty.

Heaven has endowed me with talent, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return."

Having recited this, he raised another bowl and drank it dry. Li Bai's "Bring in the Wine" also speaks of wine, and its words are full of heroic spirit and high aspirations, which he truly admired. Therefore, it is remembered that at this moment, upon hearing Wu Longyin recite, after drinking a bowl of wine, he laughed a few times and loudly replied: "Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not precious; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up. Since ancient times, sages and worthies have all been lonely; only drinkers have left their names. Prince Chen once feasted at Ping Le, drinking ten thousand cups of wine and indulging in merriment."

After he finished reciting, the two looked at each other.

They laughed heartily, feeling a surge of heroic spirit. Each picked up a bowl of wine and recited in unison: "Why does the host speak of lacking money? Just buy some wine and drink with me! My dappled horse, my thousand-gold fur coat, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel our eternal sorrows together!" After reciting, they shouted "Cheers!" and each drank from their bowls. Qiao Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "That's great! That's great!" He stood up, pulled a stool in front of him, put one foot on it, picked up his bowl, and said, "Again!" Wu Long also laughed heartily, followed suit, put his foot on the stool, picked up his bowl , and shouted, "Cheers!"

The two of them then drank bowl after bowl in the Songhe Tower, evenly matched, more carefree than drinking water or tea. The other patrons in the tower had long been disturbed, and even the cooks and servants in the kitchen came upstairs to watch the two of them drink. When they had just finished forty bowls, Wu Long said, "We've both drunk forty bowls, haven't we?"

Qiao Feng laughed, "Brother, you're quite sober, you can even count."

Wu Long said, "We're evenly matched, like two equally matched generals. It won't be easy to determine a winner. If we keep drinking like this, I won't have enough money for wine."

He picked out a small piece of gold leaf and placed it on the table. Qiao Feng said,

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. Let's go."

Wu Long was delighted. The two went

downstairs, and Qiao Feng walked faster and faster. After leaving the city, he strode forward with great strides, rushing along the main road. Wu Long lightly waved his folding fan, his pace not seeming to quicken, but each step he took covered a distance of several feet, gracefully following behind Qiao Feng. They walked side by side.

Qiao Feng glanced back, laughed heartily, and said, "Alright, let's have a race." He immediately set off.

Wu Long, hearing this, said, "I'd be honored." He gathered his breath slightly and floated away as if riding the wind.

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 63: Taming the Wicked Woman Kang Min

. The two descended the stairs, but Qiao Feng didn't linger; instead, he rushed forward. Seeing this, Wu Long knew he wanted to test his lightness skill, so he also used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to chase after him. Qiao Feng, seeing Wu Long's leisurely and elegant movements, couldn't help but admire him and gradually increased his speed. However, no matter how fast he increased his speed, Wu Long always stayed three feet behind him. When they reached the outskirts, Qiao Feng wanted to continue increasing his speed, but suddenly Wu Long forcefully leaped over his head, laughing loudly, "I didn't expect you, brother, to not only have an extraordinary capacity for alcohol but also such superb martial arts! I'm itching for a fight. Forgive me,

take this!" Then he struck Qiao Feng with a palm. The attack was swift as the wind and fire, as powerful as thunder. Seeing the fierce attack, Qiao Feng laughed loudly, "Brother, your skill is excellent! Let me experience it!" He then raised his palm to meet

the attack. With a loud "Boom!", the two retreated, then flashed forward again. Wu Long moved with effortless grace, his footwork as light as a feather, while Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were incredibly powerful. It was truly a match made in heaven. Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "Alright, I'll exchange a few blows with you. Brother, be careful!" Seeing the joy on Wu Long's face, he understood. He slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, and drew a circle with his right palm, then with a "whoosh," pushed towards Wu Long, using the first move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: "The Dragon Regrets."

Wu Long heard the whistling wind and saw the falling leaves approaching. Knowing the danger, he immediately changed his move, aiming at the direction of the palm strike. He took a half-step with his right foot, turning his body to the right, barely avoiding the palm's force. Qiao Feng reacted quickly, immediately moving forward again. He bent his right index and middle fingers, forming a half-fist, half-palm, striking towards Wu Long's chest, while simultaneously hooking inward with his left hand—a right push and left hook. He anticipated that this move would be difficult for Wu Long to dodge. Wu Long clearly saw that this was a pincer attack, leaving him nowhere to dodge and completely under his opponent's control. He couldn't help but admire the exquisite skill of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, yet he remained calm. With a sudden spin, he gracefully escaped Qiao Feng's pincer attack, displaying remarkable composure.

Qiao Feng, seeing his orderly advance and retreat, and his elegant and unrestrained movements, was slightly surprised, thinking to himself, "This footwork is so exquisite!" He

immediately gathered his breath, changed his hand positions, and then used his qi to create palms. His left palm thrust forward, while his right palm swiftly shot out from under his left, striking directly at Wu Long's abdomen. Faced with Qiao Feng's incredibly fast attack, Wu Long wisely gave up the opportunity to throw a punch, instead channeling his qi throughout his body, relying on his hard qigong to withstand the opponent's terrifyingly rapid blows. With a series of crackling sounds, like popping beans, his bones popped and his solid muscles bulged and swelled, sharp and angular, with a faint, strange metallic sheen—a wondrous external manifestation of hard qigong reaching its peak.

"Crack... Boom..." Qiao Feng's fierce and decisive palm strike swept across Wu Long's entire body like a whirlwind. The immense power poured down on him like a raging torrent, yet this most powerful palm strike in the world felt like hitting a mountain. The strong rebounds from the points of impact left Wu Long's hands and feet numb and tingling, leaving him secretly astonished.

"What terrifying external martial arts!"

Wu Long suddenly bent his knees and leaped up, his body jumping nearly six meters into the air in one step. He lay on his side, his legs like blades. "Whoosh..." He spun like a wheel, and finally, his leg blade slashed down on Qiao Feng with the force of a thunderbolt. Qiao Feng was not afraid. He raised one hand to the sky, and a terrifying burst of energy roared out, like a dragon's roar, causing violent ripples in the air! It was 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'!

Bang—the moment the leg and palm met, time seemed to stop for a fraction of a second. Then, the visible shockwave slowly spread out, sending sand and stones flying. The gale swept the clothes of the two men, making a rustling sound. A large circle was swept out of the ground, and fallen leaves flew everywhere. The fallen leaves that flew into the air were shattered into powder by the outward energy, and they flew all over the sky. At the same time, Qiao Feng used the move "Double Dragons Taking Water" from below, striking Wu Long's left and right chests, but it was a move to win by defeat.

After landing gracefully, Wu Long immediately lowered his stance and sat firmly on his horse, his fist retracting to his side. With his movement, the air around him seemed to become turbulent. Qiao Feng could clearly feel an astonishing, unstoppable power constantly gathering and accumulating in his right fist, ready to unleash a devastating punch in the next moment.

"Ya-ha—!" Wu Long roared, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He twisted his waist and threw a punch without hesitation. Instantly, a gust of wind rose from the ground with his punch, sending small pieces of pebbles flying and dancing forward. Instantly, within a few meters in front of him, a vast and unstoppable force surged and roared like a raging torrent, dust flying like a transparent gray dragon roaring forward, its momentum immense and its power unparalleled.

Qiao Feng was shocked by the terrifying power of Wu Long's fist technique. He immediately withdrew his right palm, circled it horizontally, and then struck outwards with great force, gathering the power in his palm. After retracting, he bent his left arm inwards, and his left palm drew another circle before thrusting outwards with great force. The two fists, each imbued with earth-shattering power, collided.

—Boom—

Both men were knocked back more than ten steps, but both showed fanatical expressions, their competitive spirit ignited. Fueled by the alcohol, their attacks became even more ferocious, snapping the roots and breaking the leaves of the surrounding trees and flowers. They clashed again, their energy colliding in an instant. The "crackling" sounds of their fists colliding rang out like firecrackers. The two agile figures transformed into two black gusts of wind, flashing, leaping, shifting, and moving, chasing, entangled, and intersecting each other with unparalleled speed. The surging wind and energy of their fists spread wildly everywhere, accompanied by a loud shriek that was terrifying. The two exchanged blows in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The earth beneath their feet cracked and split like a spiderweb, yet the powerful, fierce wind seemed to sprout wings, lifting them up and merging them into the swirling torrent of rubble. This amplified the force of the wind around them, making it incredibly lethal. Two swift figures dodged and weaved, their movements a constant back-and-forth, a series of collisions and rendezvous. The invisible force of the wind and rubble manifested itself, sending rocks flying and swirling in all directions. Occasionally, rubble that escaped the wind's reach would whistle as it struck trees a few meters away, leaving sharp, bullet-like marks.

One man's fist moved like a meteor from the heavens, each strike capable of shattering stone; the other's palm struck like a thunderbolt, each move a breathtaking, earth-shattering attack. The battle between the two masters was fierce and astonishing. Every punch and kick created turbulent air currents, and the earth shattered into pieces and turned to dust, ravaged beyond recognition by the terrifying power of the two.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed. Seeing that Qiao Feng was getting stronger and stronger with each move, Wu Long thought to himself, "I didn't expect Qiao Feng to live up to his reputation. He is truly a peerless genius!"

However, he knew in his heart that the longer the fight went on, the more disadvantageous it would be for Qiao Feng. After another hundred or so moves, Wu Long saw that Qiao Feng's palm strikes had slowed down slightly. He let out a soft whistle and jumped out of the circle, cupping his hands to Qiao Feng and saying,

"Brother, your martial arts are superb. I humbly admit defeat."

Each of Qiao Feng's palm strikes was an incomparably powerful Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, consuming far more energy than Wu Long. Although he was naturally gifted and had boundless fighting spirit and inexhaustible energy after drinking, and had already reached the Innate Realm, he was ultimately no match for this freak from the 21st century. Seeing his opponent suddenly admit defeat after gaining the upper hand, he was taken aback for a moment, but then laughed and said, "Young Master Murong is indeed extraordinary. Qiao Feng is convinced of you today, haha." In fact, Qiao Feng's skill was slightly higher than Wu Long's, but Wu Long had the advantage of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and his extremely strong physique. In the long run, Qiao Feng was naturally no match for him.

Wu Long laughed, "Brother, you've mistaken me for someone else. I am Wu Long, not Young Master Murong."

Qiao Feng was taken aback and said, "What? You...you're not Young Master Murong, known as 'Southern Murong'?"

Wu Long shook his head and said, "Although the name of Murong of Suzhou is great, I don't need to pretend."

Qiao Feng also laughed and said, "Indeed, indeed. I am Qiao Feng. Seeing Brother Wu's heroic demeanor and the fact that you are in Suzhou, I thought you were Young Master Murong."

Wu Long feigned surprise and said,

"So you are Chief Qiao of the Beggar Clan. I didn't expect to meet such a heroic figure on my first visit to Suzhou. It's truly rare."

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Wu, I didn't expect you to be so straightforward. Qiao Feng and you hit it off immediately. How about we become sworn brothers?"

This was exactly what Wu Long wanted to hear, and he echoed, "Brother, that would be exactly what I'd like." The two exchanged ages. Qiao Feng was thirty years old this year, eleven years older than Wu Long, so he was naturally the elder brother.

The two men gathered some soil as incense, bowed eight times to the heavens, and after rising, one addressed the other as "Elder Brother," and the other as "Brother." They smiled at each other. Wu Long then told him the purpose of their trip.

Qiao Feng said, "Brother, since you stayed at the home of a relative of the Murong family for a while, I wonder if you were able to meet Young Master Murong?"

Wu Long shook his head and said, "I didn't meet Young Master Murong, but I heard them mention him. Is Elder Brother here to help with the murder of his brother-in-law?"

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Indeed, this man's methods are like 'using their own methods against them,' very similar to the Murong family. However, my brother is usually humble and steady, and wouldn't offend Young Master Murong. Why would Young Master Murong kill him for no reason? So this matter..." "We need to consider this further."

Wu Long was impressed upon hearing this, thinking, "I didn't expect that Brother, who seems so rough, would be so thoughtful." He then said, "I just mentioned to you that I was also asked by Miss Wang to come and explain things to the Beggars' Clan brothers. Since you have doubts, I won't say any more. Although that Young Master Murong has some skills, I don't think he can kill so many experts in a row." He said this entirely because he looked down on Murong Fu's abilities; whether or not he would help him exonerate was secondary.

Qiao Feng pondered, "Brother, you're right. There are many doubts about this matter. I need to discuss it with the brothers in the gang. Brother, I have some matters to attend to in the gang, so I must take my leave today. We brothers can meet again another time for a good drink."

Wu Long said,

"If you don't mind, brother, could you take me to see it? I'm new to the martial world and there are many things I don't understand. I hope you can guide me."

Qiao Feng was overjoyed and naturally agreed. The two chatted as they walked back to Wuxi City. This time, they didn't compete in speed but simply walked slowly side by side. After exchanging a few words with Qiao Feng, Wu Long couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you mistakenly thought I was Young Master Murong. Could it be that Young Master Murong bears some resemblance to me?"

Qiao Feng replied, "I've long admired the name of Murong Fu of Gusu, and I came to Jiangnan specifically for him. I heard that Murong Fu is twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, quite a bit older than you, but I didn't expect that besides Murong Fu, there was another young master in Jiangnan with exceptional martial arts skills and handsome appearance. Therefore, I guessed wrong."

Hearing him describe Murong Fu as "possessing exceptional martial arts skills and handsome appearance," Wu Long felt displeased and thought to himself:

"I'd like to see what that pretty boy looks like,"

Wu Long said disdainfully. "I think Rong Mufu is just using his father's name; we don't know how much he's really capable of. There's a saying in the martial world, 'Qiao Feng in the North, Murong in the South,' but it's just the Murong family of Jiangnan. Murong Fu isn't even worthy of being compared to you, brother."

Qiao Feng sighed, "If what you say is true, second brother, and Murong Fu is just a name without substance, then he might not have really killed Deputy Chief Ma. Chief Ma is upright, humble, and always acts with composure; why would he be the target of a conspiracy? It's puzzling."

Wu Long said, "Brother, the martial world is full of strange and unpredictable events. Murong Fu offended the number one gang in the world for no reason; there's a huge conspiracy behind it."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng seemed... Thinking it over, Qiao Feng said, "If they're after my Beggars' Sect, what do I, Qiao Feng, have to fear? I'll get to the bottom of this."

Just then, two ragged, beggar-like men came running up the road and said, "Chief, four thugs have broken into the Great Righteousness Branch. They're very skilled. Chief Jiang ordered me to report this."

Qiao Feng nodded and asked, "What's their background?"

One of the men said, "We only know they're three women and one man, and they all seem to have considerable martial arts skills."

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look." He then said to Wu Long, "Brother, would you like to come along?"

Wu Long replied, "Of course."

With that, the two men led the way, winding their way for several miles, passing through an apricot grove, when they heard a strange, eerie voice:

"My brother Murong went to Luoyang to meet your leader, but why are all the Beggars' Clan members in Wuxi? Isn't this avoiding us? It's fine if you're cowardly, but doesn't it make my brother Murong's trip a complete waste? This is outrageous!"

Wu Long was delighted to hear this: "Bao Butong?"

He wasn't happy to hear Bao Butong's voice, but rather to see Abi and the other women. He had been worried about some changes, but now he was relieved.

Qiao Feng and his companions entered the woods. They saw two groups of people standing opposite each other in the apricot grove. One side was the Beggars' Clan, and the other side was, of course, Bao Butong with Wang Yuyan, Azhu, and Abi. Upon seeing Qiao Feng's arrival, the Beggars' Sect members bowed respectfully and loudly proclaimed, "Your subordinates greet the Sect Leader!"

Qiao Feng clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, brothers!"

Bao Butong, with an arrogant expression, said, "Hmm, so you're Qiao Feng of the Beggars' Sect?" The Beggars' Sect was the largest sect in the world, and the Sect Leader's status was extremely prestigious. Bao Butong's rudeness greatly angered the Beggars' Sect members, who all placed their hands on their sword hilts, eager to fight.

Qiao Feng, however, remained unperturbed and smiled slightly, saying,

"If I had known beforehand that Young Master Murong would be visiting our sect in Luoyang, I would certainly have awaited your arrival. I apologize for not greeting you properly."

Wu Long secretly praised, "Brother's words are quite appropriate; he truly has the demeanor of a sect leader. To argue with Mr. Bao would be beneath my dignity."

But Bao Butong, naturally inclined to contradict, actually nodded and said, "I do apologize for not greeting you properly..." He was about to continue when he saw Wu Long's smile widen, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

"I've long heard that Bao Butong of Jiangnan has a foul mouth, and it's certainly true." At this moment, four old men emerged from behind the forest, laughing loudly. They walked over and stood at four corners, surrounding Bao Butong and his companions.

Bao Butong, however, had a stubborn temper. Seeing that his opponents outnumbered him, his fighting spirit was further aroused. He showed no fear on his face, even forgetting about Wu Long standing to the side, and said, "Alright, do you want to fight with Mr. Bao the Third? Very good, very good. Mr. Bao the Third loves fighting the most."

Suddenly, a voice from mid-air said, "The one who loves fighting the most in the world isn't Mr. Bao San, no, no, it's Feng Bo'e from Jiangnan!" Everyone looked up and saw a man standing on an apricot tree, thin and about thirty years old, with an ugly face.

Abi called out, "Fourth Brother Feng, is there any news of the young master?"

Feng Bo'e shouted, "Of course, a fight must be fought first. We'll talk about the young master later." He flipped down from mid-air, a single-edged sword in his hand, and lunged at one of the four elders to the north.

Wu Long shook his head; Bao San and Feng Si were both scoundrels, constantly arguing and causing trouble, it was annoying to watch.

He immediately stretched out his right hand and launched a pebble. Bao Butong, having already seen Wu Long pointing at Feng Bo'e, cried out in fright, "Third Brother, watch out for hidden weapons!" Before Feng Bo'e could react, he felt a powerful force on his hand, half his body went limp, and he involuntarily released his sword, falling backward. With a "thud," the single-edged sword pierced through an apricot tree as thick as a bowl.

Everyone was shocked. Qiao Feng turned around, looked at Wu Long, and said happily, "Second Brother, you really have good finger strength and internal energy."

Wu Long smiled and said, "I'm just showing off in front of my elder brother."

Abi, Azhu, and Wang Yuyan only saw Wu Long at this time. Abi was a little excited and wanted to shout something, but Wu Long shook his head. She immediately understood and didn't say anything, just looked at her with her beautiful eyes. Azhu also felt her heart pounding when she saw Wu Long, thinking,

"I haven't seen him for a few days, and he seems to have become even more handsome. Oh dear, what am I thinking?"

Feng Bo'e retreated back to Bao Butong and the other three. Although he was shocked, he was still unconvinced and said, "Stabbing someone in the back, what kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, come out and fight me, Fourth Master Feng, for a hundred rounds!"

Qiao Feng laughed when he heard this and said, "Not bad, then let's exchange a few moves." After saying that, he grabbed at the air, and a stream of air stirred up the single sword stuck in the tree. The sword actually jumped out with a "snap" and flew towards Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he flicked the blade in the air, sending it flying towards Feng Bo'e. The hilt was reversed, and the blade

was presented to Feng Bo'e's chest. Wang Yuyan exclaimed in surprise, "This...this is the 'Dragon-Capturing Skill'!"

Feng Bo'e was stunned and stammered, "There are actually people in the world who know such a miraculous skill..."

Qiao Feng smiled slightly and said, "I've only just begun to understand it, and I'm quite a laughingstock. Brother Feng, please."

Wang Yuyan silently pondered, "This Chief Qiao is so skilled. Although my cousin is as famous as him, how can my cousin's martial arts compare to Chief Qiao's...even Wu Long seems to be better than my cousin." In truth, with her discerning eye, she knew that Wu Long was stronger than Murong Fu; the word "seems" was merely her own bias.

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