[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 15

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 72: Forced Sex 2.

Wu Long suddenly heard a commotion outside. Curious, he wondered,

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

He quickly went outside, and Abi, Azhu, and Wang Yuyan, who had also been awakened, rushed over to him. Wu Long asked,

"What's wrong, Abi?"

Seeing his expression relax, the three women said,

"Suddenly, a lot of people have arrived outside and surrounded the inn."

Wu Long was startled.

"Who are these people? How can they mobilize troops to surround an inn in Wuxi City? Could it be the Western Xia people trying to rescue Helian Tieshu? No, they wouldn't dare to be so brazen in the city. It can only be Song Dynasty soldiers. But could there be some notorious bandits in our inn?"

Abi said,

"They do look like soldiers. Almost everyone staying at this inn is a merchant. Where would any notorious bandits come from? And judging by their size, it's quite a force."

Wu Long said...

"You all stay in the room. I'll go out and check. Don't come out easily. Hmm, it's a pity that my elder brother has also left Wuxi. Although he's here, the two of us are enough to face anything."

Wu Long alone is capable of handling any situation, but the addition of Wang Yuyan and the other two is troublesome. Only A'Zhu knows a little martial arts, and A'Bi has also gained some internal strength under his dual cultivation technique. Wang Yuyan is proficient in many martial arts, but unfortunately, she only talks the talk and doesn't walk the walk—a typical case of being all talk and no action. A'Bi and the other two know his martial arts skills, so they are all relieved. However, A'Bi still said with concern,

"Be careful, young master."

Wu Long smiled and said,

"Don't worry, even if there are thousands of troops, I can come and go freely. And didn't I tell you to call me husband?"

A'Bi's face immediately turned red, and she whispered,

"Husband, be careful."

Wu Long laughed heartily.

"That's a good girl."

Hearing their sweet words, A'Zhu looked at Wu Long with her beautiful eyes, wanting to say something but ultimately unable to. Wu Long gave her an ambiguous smile, his lips moving slightly as he used a secret telepathic technique, instantly making A'Zhu's face flush red. Just as Wu Long was about to leave, Wang Yuyan called out,

"Young Master Wu Long, wait."

Wu Long turned to look at her and said,

"I wonder, does Miss Wang have anything to say goodbye to me?"

Wang Yuyan's face flushed red, and she stammered,

"You... do you have any news about him?"

Wu Long had expected her to say something caring, but unexpectedly, Wang Yuyan was still thinking about Murong Fu, which made him quite unhappy. Feeling very displeased, Wu Long changed to a smooth-talking tone and said:

"Oh, so Miss Wang is thinking of someone! I thought you'd say something caring, but alas, I've been too sentimental. I truly envy Young Master Murong. To receive such favor from Miss Wang, Young Master Murong is truly blessed! Ah, when will I ever have someone so favoring me? That would be wonderful!"

Wang Yuyan blushed even more, how could she not understand Wu Long's meaning? She whispered:

"You, Abi and the others, aren't they? They keep talking about you..."

Wu Long laughed heartily, "Yes, yes... I was greedy. Alas, heroes have always loved beauties. Although I'm not a hero, I naturally desire beauties. Abi is my darling, and I'll naturally cherish her dearly. But a stunning beauty like Miss Wang... I also admire her greatly!"

Wang Yuyan stamped her foot, "You... can you tell me if there's any news about him?"

Wu Long chuckled, "Well, serving a beautiful woman is something I should do without hesitation. But, I've gone to so much trouble to help Miss Wang, I wonder what reward Miss Wang could possibly give me?" With that, he stared intently at Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "You...I...if it's something I can do, I'll agree."

Wu Long chuckled wickedly,

"Don't worry, this request is a piece of cake for Miss Wang, oh no, it's more like a matter of asking a question!"

"A matter of asking a question?" Wang Yuyan was clearly confused, not understanding what Wu Long meant.

Wu Long leered at Wang Yuyan's slightly lowered face, his gaze lingering on her soft, full cherry lips: "Doesn't Miss Wang understand?"

"What? I...I don't know what you want me to do?" Wang Yuyan's voice trembled slightly; she was afraid. Afraid that if she agreed too quickly, this man might make some difficult requests. What would she do then?

Wu Long chuckled at Wang Yuyan's uneasy expression. He unconsciously licked his lips, a gesture as lewd as could be, but unfortunately, Wang Yuyan's head was turned slightly to the side, and she didn't notice, otherwise she would have immediately understood Wu Long's meaning.

"Miss Wang, do you really want me to explain clearly?"

Wang Yuyan thought for a moment, then finally nodded, but added, "If I can't do it, could I ask for something else?"

Wu Long thought: Oh well, I was just joking with her. If she really doesn't want to, I can't force her. So be it. He nodded and said, "It's actually very simple. All Miss Wang needs to do is give me a kiss, and I'll immediately deliver the message without missing a single detail. How about that?"

"Ah, you..." Wang Yuyan was so embarrassed that she stomped her feet in anger.

"What, Miss Wang, this little favor should be easy, right?" Wu Long bent down slightly to look at Wang Yuyan. Wang Yuyan turned her face away, her cheeks flushed, clearly extremely embarrassed.

"What do you mean by 'little favor'? You clearly want to, want to..."

"Want what? Miss Wang, don't stutter! It's tiring to listen to you!"

"You... if you don't want to say it, then forget it. I'm never talking to you again!" Wang Yuyan turned to leave, but she had a feeling deep down: He'll definitely call me back!

Sure enough, Wu Long quickly said,

"Miss Wang, oh dear, don't go! I was just joking with you. Even if you were willing, I wouldn't have the face to accept!"

"Oh dear, you still say that!"

Wang Yuyan was furious.

"Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore. Is that alright now?" Wu Long looked at Wang Yuyan's beautiful face with pleading eyes.

Wang Yuyan, with her back to Wu Long, asked in a low voice, "He...?"

Wu Long sighed and said,

"I'm sorry, Miss Wang, I really didn't encounter Young Master Murong. But if I see him in the future, I will definitely inform him for you, okay?"

Wang Yuyan turned her head, suddenly looking boldly at Wu Long, and asked,

"Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing her eager gaze, Wu Long felt a surge of jealousy, but he couldn't show it. Feeling truly frustrated, he turned his face away, not daring to meet her eyes, and said harshly, "I'm not lying to you. Alright, you two stay at the inn, I'll go down and take a look."

Miss Wang looked at his expression, feeling strange, but her heart was saddened. She turned around, sighed softly, and went back to her room. Abi gave him a coquettish look and pulled Azhu inside as well.

Hearing that soft sigh, Wu Long's dissatisfaction with Murong Fu swelled to its peak. He regretted not killing Murong Fu. He stood there blankly for a long time, then finally sighed in frustration and went downstairs.

Panic gripped the inn. Many wanted to leave, but seeing the hundreds of burly men illuminated by torches outside, they remained obediently inside. Surrounded from all sides, each man held a long bow, each bow as tall as a person! It was clear they were powerful bows drawn with extraordinary strength. Although none wore armor, Wu Long was certain they were government troops. Even the most powerful Jianghu gangs wouldn't possess such a large archery force. The Song Dynasty was renowned for its powerful bows and crossbows, the strongest weapons against the Liao cavalry, hence the strict control over bows and arrows. Song Dynasty gangs naturally wouldn't risk offending the government.

Wu Long saw dozens of burly men walk in. Upon seeing him, they paused, then shouted,

"That's him! Arrest him!"

Immediately, the men pounced on him like wolves, trying to pin him to the ground. Seeing they were just strong men, and lacking martial arts skills, Wu Long didn't resist, letting them hold him. A dozen or so men used iron chains to bind him. Seeing his cooperation, they didn't punch or kick him, but simply dragged him away. But no matter how hard they tried, Wu Long remained unmoved, like a mountain. Wu Long yawned and said,

"Gentlemen, why are you arresting me? Are you some kind of bandits? Trying to kidnap me? I'm very poor."

One of the men shouted,

"Enough nonsense! We're not bandits. We're from the Great Song Divine Machine Battalion. Kid, are you called Wu Long?"

Wu Long asked curiously.

"Indeed, my name is Wu Long. Sirs, I have never done anything illegal or against the law," the burly man

sneered.

"Countless notorious bandits claim to be innocent. You're too kind. We have important people to see you. I know you know a few tricks of kung fu, but no matter how skilled you are, don't think you can escape from us like this. The Shenji Battalion's bows are made of cold iron from the North Sea, and the arrows are made of hemlock. Their range is more than twice that of ordinary bows and arrows. They can even pierce through strong armor. Even if you have mastered the Shaolin 'Indestructible Body,' you probably won't survive this rain of arrows!"

Wu Long was even more surprised. The only soldiers in the world who could use such bows and arrows were the Shenji Battalion of the capital! But the Shenji Battalion was the ironclad force that defended the capital. How could they suddenly appear here? Those who could mobilize them were truly noblemen. He wasn't playing tricks on them anymore, and went outside with them. The area was brightly lit by torches, like daytime. Although there were many people, there was no noise, showing they were all well-trained. Wu Long shouted,

"Which distinguished guest wants to see me?"

A shout came from beside him:

"Boy, what are you yelling about?"

Wu Long ignored him. Suddenly, he noticed a somewhat familiar figure and exclaimed in surprise,

"Huh? You're here too? You can even collude with the government? Has that old beggar Xu from the Beggar Clan completely lost his mind? He didn't even give you the three cuts and six holes torture?"

It turned out that the man was Quan Guanqing. After being kicked unconscious by Wu Long in the Apricot Grove, he was later taken by the Beggar Clan to the Dayi branch in Wuxi, where he was supposed to be subjected to torture. Unexpectedly, he was unharmed and even with this suddenly appearing Shenji Battalion, which surprised Wu Long.

Quan Guanqing coldly laughed:

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king! What is the Beggars' Sect? Wu Long, let's see how you escape today!"

At this moment, a gap suddenly appeared among the outer Shenji Camp soldiers, spreading like waves to the inner circle. More than twenty people surrounded a girl dressed in palace attire. Her appearance was extremely beautiful, and beneath her gorgeous dress, she exuded an air of wealth and dignity. She seemed to be a queen among nobles, naturally possessing an aura of majesty. The girl pointed her snow-white jade finger at Wu Long and said:

"Are you the thief who colluded with the Great Liao to steal national treasures? Do you know your crime?"

Although her voice was icy, it was still sweet. Wu Long was somewhat confused and said:

"Steal national treasures? Collude with the Great Liao?"

In all honesty, he had only been in this world for a few months. The worst thing he had done was steal from a wealthy man's treasury. He spent the rest of his time practicing martial arts and pursuing beautiful women. Where would he have had the time to collude with the Great Liao and steal national treasures? Wu Long chuckled,

"Little girl, you can eat whatever you want, but don't talk nonsense. Although you're pretty, I'll still sue you for defamation if you spout off."

The girl was immediately enraged,

"How dare you be so rude! Humph, just look at you, not at all like a monk, so utterly lewd, and I know you're a good person, definitely a spy for the Liao traitors."

Quan Guanqing quickly said,

"Miss Zhao, this person is a sworn brother of Qiao Feng, the Khitan traitor who has been lurking in our Beggars' Sect for over a decade, so he's definitely a Liao traitor!"

A glint flashed in Wu Long's eyes,

"Quan Guanqing, don't think you can be arrogant just because you suddenly have such a backer. Killing you is easier than crushing a bug. Besides, someone who lives off a woman should at least have some special skills. You're neither a pretty boy nor a talented scholar, so how did you manage to hook up with him? Are you really that good in bed?"

Wu Long's words were so vicious that even the shrewd Quan Guanqing was enraged. The girl trembled with anger, shouting sharply:

"You scoundrel! How dare you be so rude! Men, slap him!"

Several burly men around Wu Long were also enraged. Before the girl could give the order, they began punching and kicking Wu Long. While they were skilled in martial arts, they didn't want to get their clothes dirty. With a loud shout, they twisted their muscles, their bodies swelling like sponges. With a swing of their arms, the iron chains snapped into dozens of pieces with a loud crack. The surrounding air was pushed aside by the force of their arms, sending the burly men around Wu Long flying. The chains scattered everywhere.

Everyone was shocked. Those chains were made of extremely tough, cold iron; even a person with high internal strength couldn't break free. Immediately, the dozens of men protected the girl, and all the bows and arrows were drawn, aimed at Wu Long to prevent him from suddenly attacking. Quan Guanqing, knowing Wu Long's martial arts were truly terrifying, hurriedly said,

"Miss Zhao, this young master's martial arts are superb. Don't let him get close; we should shoot him dead."

The young woman was quite bold, showing no sign of distress. She snorted coldly, quite arrogantly, and waved her hand lightly, saying,

"Wu Long, if you don't hand over the item, I'll have my men shoot arrows! Even if you have a head of copper and arms of iron, you won't be able to escape!"

Although he wasn't afraid of Wu Long, his doubts were hard to dispel. He said lazily,

"Little girl, didn't I tell you? You can eat whatever you want, but don't talk nonsense. What exactly do you want me to hand over?"

The girl was very dissatisfied with being called "little girl," her teeth itching as she said,

"Stop pretending to be confused! Hand over what the Shadowless Divine Path gave you!"

Wu Long was bewildered and said:

"The Shadowless Thief? Who is he?"

The girl was too lazy to speak. With a wave of her hand, a disheveled figure who had been helped was pulled out and thrown to the ground. The girl pointed at him and said,

"Dare you say you know him?"

The man was a man in his forties, his body covered in bloody marks, clearly having been tortured for a long time. He weakly raised his head. Wu Long thought carefully for a moment and then exclaimed,

"So it was you?"

Before the man could speak, he was pulled into the crowd. The girl said coldly,

"What else do you have to say?"

It turned out that the man was the one who had ridden across the shore of Taihu Lake half a month ago, throwing the He Shi Bi jade into Wu Long's arms. Wu Long thought about it carefully and immediately understood their intentions. They had clearly come for the He Shi Bi. He had long known that such a treasure would eventually bring him immense trouble. If the He Shi Bi were just an ordinary treasure, no matter how valuable, he wouldn't care if someone wanted it and would just hand it over. But the He Shi Bi was an ancient treasure, and it had already merged with him, even possessing unique and mysterious abilities. Why would he hand it over?

Wu Long chuckled and said,

"I've only met this person once. What does it have to do with me? You're all being incredibly unreasonable."

The girl angrily retorted,

"Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin! Hmph, fire the arrows!"

"Whoosh—"

A whooshing sound rang out, and countless arrows rained down like locusts. Immediately, about a hundred sharp arrows shot towards them, their speed and accuracy astounding, all aimed at Wu Long. Wu Long roared to the sky, his voice booming like war drums, its powerful force shaking the silent night air, causing everyone present to ring in their ears, their hearts to pound, and sweat to pour down their faces. Then, his body emitted a series of sharp, crackling sounds, like popping beans. And then, amidst this crackling sound... He rapidly grew larger and taller, his muscles bulging and swelling as if about to burst through his clothes. Finally, he roared and ripped his clothes apart, revealing his muscular upper body, which resembled hills and ravines with distinct angles, as if cast in bronze and iron. At the same time, an incredibly powerful aura erupted from his body, sweeping outwards like a whirlwind, like an unyielding, angry Vajra, radiating an invincible aura that looked down upon the heavens and dominated the world. The girl in

palace

attire looked at Wu Long with great surprise, not so much at his physique and appearance, but at the fact that his physique was completely different from before. He had only been a little over 1.8 meters tall before, but now he had grown to nearly 2 meters tall, like a strong and towering giant, or a towering iron tower, standing firmly on the ground, majestic and unmoving. Moreover, at this moment, he seemed to be plated with a layer of gold powder. His entire powerful body and muscles, as well as his face, faintly reflected a faint metallic luster under the light. His eyes shone with a piercing light. This was definitely not an illusion. Although the metallic luster was faint, it was still visible to the naked eye. This was the external manifestation of the highest level of hard qigong.

"Whoosh—" The sound of the bowstring being drawn rang out, and in an instant, countless arrows rained down, overwhelming the sky with a whistling sound, shooting towards Wu Long. Under such power, anyone would probably choose to retreat and dodge, but Wu Long merely sneered, charging towards the rain of arrows instead of retreating. His internal energy circulated, his hands forming a ball-like shape, seemingly generating an infinite suction force. The arrows, as if drawn by a tornado, were sucked into Wu Long's vortex of internal energy. In no time, Wu Long had gathered all the arrows in his hands, like a bundle of firewood. Wu Long leaped up, soaring several meters into the air, and roared,

"Return them to you!"

With the wondrous power of the Murong family's "Shifting Minds," all the arrows instantly deflected back against the laws of physics. Screams rang out. Several burly soldiers in front of the girl used their own bodies to shield her from the reflected arrows. Seeing the arrows piercing through several soldiers, the girl's expression changed slightly, but she still gave the order:

"Shoot him in the eyes!" "

Although dozens of men were killed or wounded by Wu Long in an instant, they were all highly trained, their formation remaining perfectly intact. While the Shenji Battalion soldiers were all elite warriors, they were merely battlefield heroes. Compared to a master like Wu Long, once he got close, they were utterly defenseless, as fragile as infants. Everyone understood this, so they retreated while firing, their formation changing rapidly, keeping the rain of arrows almost constant.

Countless arrows rained down on Wu Long's eyes, head, and other vulnerable areas. Wu Long was startled; no one can cultivate eyes to be invulnerable to blades and spears, but..." With Wu Long's hands waving, even machine gun bullets couldn't hit him. However, he hadn't cultivated to the level of Locking Yang. Although he wasn't afraid of ordinary fists and kicks, or even heavy weapon strikes, he was most afraid of such sharp weapons. He couldn't help but curse inwardly. The scorching Northern Darkness True Qi, converted from the True Fire of the Sun within his body, immediately swirled around his meridians. It turned out that the True Qi within Wu Long's body seeped into the meridians and then, strangely, began to coil and rotate along the outer walls of the meridians. As too much True Qi seeped in, the True Qi that was originally swirling around the meridians was forced to leave, flowing... It flows through various gaps and crevices within the body, eventually escaping from the pores to form a purplish-gold light membrane.

Moreover, the protective power of this purplish-gold light membrane continuously strengthens as the rotation speed of the true qi surrounding the meridians increases. Another characteristic is that as the density of the thread-like true qi surrounding the meridians gradually increases, the purplish-gold light membrane outside the body moves further away from the surface, yet its protective power remains undiminished, seemingly even enhanced. It can be said that this purplish-gold light membrane can be made larger, smaller, stronger, or weaker at will—this is precisely Wu Long's strongest secret technique, Purple Yang Qi!

Amidst the swirling purple light, even… The long arrows were made of the hardest hemlock wood, incredibly tough, but faced with his divine skill that could melt anything, all the arrows that reached him were reduced to ashes! However, the force attached to the arrow shafts was immense; each arrow that burned caused a jolt throughout his body. After melting hundreds of arrows, Wu Long felt a churning in his chest, a slight discomfort. He thought to himself, "No wonder they boast that they're indestructible and can be pierced by anything!" But it only caused him some discomfort; it didn't cause any real damage.

The woman in palace attire then changed her expression, turning to a middle-aged man standing beside her, saying,

"What kind of martial art is this? Look at the skill he used! He could melt even the hemlock arrow shafts! It's truly strange!"

The middle-aged man's expression changed as he said,

"I can't discern any martial arts skill in this person. When did such a powerful divine skill appear in the martial world? I thought he had mastered the Horizontal Strike Technique to its limit, it's been a hundred years since I've seen it. I never imagined his internal energy was so profound. How did he cultivate it?" "You don't know either?" A strange expression suddenly appeared on the girl's beautiful face. "It's just a pity about those bows and arrows. If that old man knew I was wasting his precious things like this, he'd probably scold me again!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and quickly knelt down, saying,

"Miss, how can you call the Emperor's name so casually!"

"What are you afraid of? It wasn't you who said it! If that old man dares to scold me, I'll pluck out all his beard and see how he faces his courtiers!"

The girl smiled sweetly, as if she were talking about something insignificant. The middle-aged man didn't dare to reply and just lay on the ground, not daring to move an inch. The soldiers of the Divine Machine Battalion were divided into three rows, taking turns shooting arrows and resting. They were highly trained, and during the substitutions, there was no pause whatsoever. Arrows rained down like a dense storm. Wu Long had never found a distance of several dozen meters so difficult to overcome. Under such a dense rain of arrows, if it weren't for him, the others could only barely escape; there was no chance of a counterattack.

"Eh," the girl exclaimed in surprise,

"Elder Chang, what's going on here?"

The middle-aged man looked up and saw that the purple aura surrounding Wu Long had vanished without a trace, but the arrows that had struck him were melting and turning to ash at least twice as fast as before! Although he had over seventy years of experience, this scene was far beyond his comprehension, and he too exclaimed in surprise.

"What kind of skill is this? How can it be so strange!"

The peculiar energy that Wu Long obtained from the He Shi Bi jade had not yet merged into his Northern Darkness True Qi. In fact, the energy in the He Shi Bi jade had no attribute distinction; it only displayed a cold nature because Wu Long's internal force was extremely fierce. The two massive energies still could not be completely integrated. Now, under the dense rain of arrows, his internal energy was greatly depleted, and the energy of the He Shi Bi took the opportunity to occupy all the meridians in his body, finally beginning to fully merge with his own internal energy!

After a moment of utter exhaustion, Wu Long suddenly felt a lightness throughout his body. A surge of incredibly pure true energy flowed through every meridian, circulating within him like warm currents, bringing him immense comfort. The purple flames surrounding him vanished, but their power, several times stronger than before, roared around him. Before the incoming arrows could even register their force, they were completely incinerated by his invisible flames! Then, a bright light suddenly flashed across Wu Long's body, its brilliance clearly visible even ten miles away. The crimson-purple light shot straight into the sky, reaching a height of three zhang! Stunned by the intense light emanating from him, everyone involuntarily closed their eyes, only to open them again at the astonishing scene before them!

The intense light faded, but the purple-gold radiance didn't completely disappear. Instead, it formed a pale purple halo behind him, about one and a half meters tall, resembling a Buddha statue enshrined in a temple! Feeling the immense energy within his body, Wu Long exclaimed in surprise,

"The highest realm of the Blazing Sun Divine Art, the Great Perfection of the Purple Sun!"

If you recall, Wu Long initially cultivated the Blazing Sun Divine Art. This art is actually considered an unorthodox martial art. The first requirement for cultivating it is to draw true solar fire into the body! But how domineering is true solar fire? How many people can withstand it? In the past, nine out of ten practitioners of this art would self-immolate, and those who survived with even a bone or two were considered very lucky. Even the last one who succeeded would still endure the pain of burning every day. Only by cultivating to the third level or higher could the pain gradually lessen, until finally, upon mastering the divine art, could one be freed from its torment. It can be said that the creator of this martial art was both a genius and a madman.

Madmen and geniuses are essentially the same. When this unorthodox martial art reaches its highest level, with the deepening of its power, it attains the Innate Realm. In fact, it's essentially the same as the divine arts of Buddhism, a path from demonic to righteous, transcending the distinction between good and evil—the highest realm of all martial arts! Its most prominent feature is the appearance of a Buddhist halo behind the practitioner, known as "Purple Sun Great Perfection." This martial art was created during the Tang Dynasty, and for hundreds of years, only the person who created it has reached this level; no one else has been able to reach the Innate Realm.

The palace-dressed girl exclaimed joyfully,

"This is interesting! Elder Chang, look, doesn't he look like the Buddha enshrined in a temple!"

Then, waving her slender hand, she said, "Are you all stupid? Shoot an arrow!" The burly men immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly fired arrows again .

Wu Long, however, thrust out both palms, her aura transforming into a purple sun that swept across the battlefield, like a golden crow falling to earth, turning everything in its path to ashes! The purple aura behind her suddenly flew forward with incredible speed, entering the ranks of the Shenji Camp soldiers. After pushing her palms away, another aura formed behind her. The light and shadow swept past, and the dozen or so soldiers it touched seemed stunned, no longer firing. A nearby squad leader, enraged, reached out to strike the nearest soldier, but the moment his hand touched him, the man swayed and fell to the side, crashing into another, like pushing arhats, instantly sending all ten or so men sprawling to the ground.

He was shocked and reached out to check one man's nose, only to find he was no longer breathing. These dozen or so men had been silently and effortlessly killed by Wu Long's palm strike from ten feet away. The ground had taken his life. He was filled with shock and fear; if Wu Long had been just a little more forceful, he too would be lying on the ground, a cold, lifeless corpse!

The internal energy Wu Long unleashed contained an incredibly hot force. Under the unique "Purple Sun Illuminates the World" mental technique, even after traveling ten zhang, its power remained undiminished, burning the internal organs of more than ten people touched by the internal energy to ashes! He had truly broken through his previous limits, completely controlling his internal energy and able to project it outwards! Although the improvement in his realm hadn't advanced his internal energy to another level, such complete control was definitely a huge advantage for Wu Long!

Overjoyed, Wu Long stopped looking at everyone, slowly raising his head, like his arrogant, disdainful face slowly emerging from the clouds of the heavens. His eyes shone like two lanterns, dazzlingly bright, piercing the star-studded sky. At the same time, a deep, wild laugh burst forth from his throat, instantly piercing the sky like an arrow, then spreading out like a raging torrent. The wild and powerful sound echoed between heaven and earth, like a thunderclap, rolling and spreading, sweeping across the entire world, shaking the air, clearly audible for dozens of miles; the ground beneath his feet seemed to be startled, trembling almost imperceptibly; the surrounding windows, pavilions, and wooden houses trembled violently, the dust accumulated on them falling like rain; the power was terrifying.

This was the true Shaolin Lion's Roar, which terrified all heroes under heaven. Especially with the support of Wu Long's unique and explosive true energy, the Lion's Roar was even more astonishing, and the heavens and earth changed color. This Lion's Roar lasted for about a minute before gradually weakening and disappearing. When he opened his eyes with satisfaction, his expression suddenly changed, and the ground within a few meters around him was shaken by his wild laughter. The powerful force ripped through the trenches, leaving them riddled with holes and a gruesome sight.

To Wu Long's surprise, while most of the soldiers were knocked unconscious by his roar, the seemingly frail palace-dressed girl remained unharmed. This struck Wu Long as odd, but his body didn't falter. He stomped his foot on the ground! His shoe tore open, revealing bare feet, his toes digging deep into the earth. With a forward grab and a quick step, he darted into the crowd. Wu Long was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep; his opponents were utterly defenseless! *Thud

! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Wu Long moved swiftly, covering over a hundred meters, moving between five locations. Within seven seconds, all the soldiers' bodies crashed to the ground, killed with a single punch, their bones shattered and internal organs ruptured. No one could withstand Wu Long's advance. In an instant, he was beside the palace-dressed girl. The middle-aged man beside her cried out,

"Miss, run! I'll hold him off!" "

Having said that, he suddenly stopped Wu Long, and immediately felt an invincible palm force strike from the void. Before the palm even arrived, the wind from the palm had already reached him, causing his inner energy to become turbid. He hurriedly used the force to leap away and thrust his palms forward to block the attack in front of his chest. With a loud bang, the palm forces and wind clashed, and the residual force shook the dust and trees. The two men's palms collided, their inner forces clashing.

The middle-aged man was thrown back three or four steps by the force. He quickly bent over and used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique to stop his retreat. He took three deep breaths to clear his chest, but he felt as if his palms had been burned by flames. Wu Long also felt that his opponent's palm force was extremely subtle, with inner energy that seemed to be released but not released." The pull had caused him to waste over 70% of his power. Although it wasn't a matter of shifting stars, it was still quite strange. The internal energy was comparable to his own, very profound, but the physical strength was far inferior, making it impossible for him to confront him head-on.

Wu Long then slightly bent his legs, and in an instant, his massive body appeared more than three meters in the air. In mid-air, he leaned forward, one fist retracted to his waist, while his other, enormous iron fist, like a powerful spring, burst forth. The fist's wind was fierce, and its energy surged like mountains and rivers. The middle-aged man knew the power, so he slightly bent his right leg, drew his left arm in a half-circle, and pushed out his right palm with an inward bend. At first glance, this move... It seemed effortless, but upon encountering resistance, it could instantly unleash eighteen more bursts of force, each stronger than the last, layered upon layer, utterly indestructible and unbreakable.

*Whoosh!* A

dust storm erupted, the swirling, raging winds around the two figures scattering in all directions. Several burly men watching the fight stood frozen in disbelief, unable to retreat, only to be blown about like tumbling gourds by the powerful gusts. The sheer scale and spectacle left the onlookers trembling with fear.

Wu Long's body was agile and swift,

moving like lightning; only a long, dark shadow could be seen, his fists moving with astonishing speed... The blows came in rapid succession, one after another, each punch like a thunderbolt, shattering stone and tearing through the air, eliciting screams and shrieks that pierced the teeth, finally coalescing into a faint rumble of thunder that vibrated the eardrums, causing dizziness and disorientation. The middle-aged man's internal strength was no less than Wu Long's, and his techniques were exquisite. His control over his internal energy rendered Wu Long's formidable power ineffective, as if striking water. As the Tao Te Ching says, "Nothing in the world is more yielding and weak than water, yet nothing can surpass it in attacking the hard and strong. Nothing can replace it. The weak overcomes the strong, the yielding overcomes the rigid. Nothing in the world is like this, yet nothing can put it into practice." This perfectly describes the middle-aged man.

However, Wu Long's internal energy grew stronger with each use, and the air seemed to boil as he did so. Those around him felt extremely uncomfortable; the heat intensified, as if they were next to a giant furnace. Even the middle-aged man, who was usually impervious to heat and cold, felt increasingly uncomfortable, sweating profusely. Wu Long, having just opened his shop and achieved the ability to project his internal energy, was overjoyed and eager to spar with a master, so he hadn't used his full strength. He was barely able to withstand the attack.

The young woman in palace attire watched with great interest. At this moment, Quan Guanqing walked over in a disheveled state and said,

"Miss, this man's martial arts are

too strong. I'm afraid even you, senior, can't withstand him. However, he also has a weakness. His woman is in that inn. If we just capture his woman, he won't have to submit."

The young woman nodded and said,

"Hmm, it seems he didn't keep that thing on him. But capturing people is too troublesome. Someone, get the rockets!"

Wu Long, who had been concerned about this place, was shocked and was about to stop them, but he was desperately entangled by the middle-aged man. At this moment, all the soldiers lit the rockets and aimed them at the inn. Once they were launched, the inn would turn into a sea of fire. The people inside didn't have Wu Long's skills and would only be burned alive.

"Men, load the rockets!"

All the soldiers immediately switched to firing rockets, ready to launch them. Under such a dense rain of arrows, the inn would be engulfed in flames in an instant, and the people inside would have no chance of escape. Besides, even if they managed to escape, they would be riddled with bullets. This girl was so ruthless; she probably had dozens of people staying in the inn. To kill and set fire so blatantly was incredibly audacious. It was clear that her background was indeed extremely illustrious; perhaps she was a member of royalty.

In his anxiety, Wu Long no longer had the mind to entangle with the middle-aged man. Wu Long's body blurred in an instant, transforming into a high-speed spinning hurricane. The hurricane formed an air vortex, like a bottomless black hole, absorbing the air within a few meters of the surrounding space like a whale sucking in water. It easily dislocated the middle-aged man's fingers, hands, and feet. The middle-aged man, not expecting his sudden change of tactics, involuntarily crashed into the hurricane vortex in the center. At this moment, Wu Long, transformed into a hurricane, violently swung her hands outward and upward.

With a muffled thud, the entire vortex of air, which had gathered enough energy, exploded along with Wu Long's explosively hot true energy. The violent gusts of wind swept over the middle-aged man, who slammed to the ground with a thud.

The palace-dressed girl waved her hand, and countless rockets shot towards the inn. Wu Long panicked, roaring, his hands instantly forming a powerful arc, unleashing an incomparably strong burst of internal energy. It was like a raging torrent, carrying a boundless and surging momentum, like ten thousand horses galloping, yet more violent; like a storm, yet possessing a unique and unparalleled power. His hands moved in a series of swift, overlapping strikes, sweeping across the air with incredible speed and agility. He was like a miniature ocean tide, his fists roaring through the air with immense power, a relentless, continuous barrage like waves crashing against rocks. Each punch possessed the power to shatter stone, the combined force of so many punches creating countless small vortices, as agile as a dragon and as fierce as a lion. The air was filled with the

sharp whistling of fists tearing through the air, and powerful bursts of energy surged outwards, followed by a mighty aura comparable to a raging tidal wave, its power as astonishing. All the rockets that met this roaring palm force were reduced to ashes. Wu Long's body shot towards the palace-dressed girl like lightning. "Shoot the horse first, capture the king!" Once he captured the girl, he could completely control the situation.

Faced with Wu Long's full-force attack, how could anyone resist? In an instant, Wu Long grabbed the girl and coldly said to the middle-aged man and the numerous soldiers who had rushed over,

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man and everyone else knew that although they were unarmed, if Wu Long unleashed his inner force, the girl in palace attire would likely perish instantly. They immediately stood still. The middle-aged man stepped forward and sternly said:

"Release the young lady, or the world will be vast, and no matter how high your martial arts are, you'll have nowhere to escape."

Wu Long sneered, unleashing a palm strike. Instantly, a purple palm wind silently struck a distance of ten zhang. The middle-aged man hurriedly dodged, but the force of the palm struck the street behind him, instantly melting the ground as if corroded. Logically, Wu Long's true energy, transformed from the true fire of the sun, should be incredibly domineering and powerful. However, after reaching its highest level, the Blazing Sun Divine Art had become yin instead of yang, appearing as a soft palm strike. In reality, it was still a domineering and scorching true energy. Anyone struck would have their internal organs reduced to ashes and die.

The middle-aged man saw Wu Long's internal energy growing stronger with each fight, able to unleash palm strikes within a ten-zhang radius. The depth of his internal energy was no less than that of his own sixty years of arduous cultivation. He was extremely frustrated. How could someone so young possess such profound internal energy? Moreover, it seemed he had entered the Innate Realm. Could it be that he had truly been cultivating since birth? It's truly strange that someone with such skill has remained unknown in the martial arts world.

Wu Long sneered,

"I hate being threatened the most. Even if the Emperor himself came, I'd make him pay. This woman seems to be of very high status; could she be a princess of the Song Dynasty? Hmph, no matter how high her status, can she be compared to me? I can rival a nation even if it's just a person ten steps away!"

The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned. With Wu Long's martial arts, he truly feared no army. If he got close, even with a million soldiers, you would be slaughtered on the spot! The middle-aged man controlled his emotions and asked,

"What do you want?"

Wu Long said,

"You all come back to where you came from. Your young lady will stay with me for a few hours. I will release her after we leave. Don't worry, I mean what I say. I can't bear to hurt such a beautiful girl. Of course, if you force me, then it's not so certain."

"You—"

The girl in palace attire was both angry and furious, but Wu Long held her wrist firmly. Without needing to use internal energy, brute force alone was enough to immobilize her. Although the middle-aged man looked young, he was actually over seventy years old. It was only because of his profound internal energy that he didn't look old. He had seen all kinds of storms and knew that everything was now in Wu Long's hands. Even if he and his men killed the women in his inn in a desperate act, it would only provoke him. He had no chance of stopping him. With a wave of his hand, the remaining hundreds of soldiers cleaned up the scene of the battle and retreated. Wu Long said,

"Wait?"

The middle-aged man asked,

"What other conditions are there?"

Wu Long smiled and said,

"It's simple, kill him!"

Wu Long pointed at Quan Guanqing, who was trying to escape with the crowd. Quan Guanqing's face changed drastically, and he immediately used his lightness skill to escape. Was he smart enough to know that Wu Long was using him as a tool to kill, and that in order not to provoke him, these people would definitely hand him over? The middle-aged man nodded without speaking or even glancing at Quan Guanqing. At this moment, the sound of arrows rose again, and countless arrows rained down. In an instant, Quan Guanqing was riddled with arrows, unable to even scream. Although his martial arts were not weak, how could he compare to a freak like Wu Long? In fact, even Qiao Feng could only barely escape from such a terrifying rain of arrows, and if surrounded, he would find it difficult to escape. Martial artists generally have very strong attack power, breaking stones and shattering iron is commonplace, but their defense is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people. Ordinary people can also kill unsuspecting masters with a knife. Only Wu Long, this freak from the 21st century, has a body that is no less indestructible than Vajra for various reasons. His defense and attack are both extremely high, which is why he can truly be unaffected by the number of people.

After confirming that they had all left, Wu Long took the hand of the girl in palace attire and headed upstairs. Only then did the inn's inhabitants, still shaken, breathe a sigh of relief. Ignoring the fact that it was not yet dawn, they all paid their bills and rushed away. Wu Long called the women together and then asked A Zhu to bring Kang Min, who was in the woodshed, along with them. After A Zhu brought Kang Min, she gave Wu Long a strange look, clearly realizing from Kang Min that Wu Long had done something wrong.

The palace-dressed girl, subdued by Wu Long, remained silent, yet showed no fear whatsoever, displaying remarkable courage. Upon seeing the other women, especially Wang Yuyan, she finally spoke:

"I never imagined you, a villain, would have such beautiful women. No wonder you fought so fiercely just now."

Wang Yuyan blushed slightly and said,

"I'm not his...his..."

The palace-dressed girl laughed:

"Sister, of course I know you're pure and innocent. You still have the mark of virginity on your hand. It seems you haven't fallen into the clutches of evil. Sister, you're so beautiful. What's your name?"

Because he sensed the palace-dressed girl lacked martial arts skills, Wu Long wasn't afraid of her tricks. However, the girl showed no fear whatsoever, even chatting casually with Wang Yuyan. Wu Long remained on guard, but noticed nothing improper from her. He thought to himself:

"Why is this girl so composed? Is she recklessly bold, or is she simply fearless? Does she think I wouldn't dare harm her?"

But Wu Long had no time to think about such things now. He said:

"Alright, we can't stay here any longer. Let's leave first. By the way, you came by carriage, right?"

A'Zhu nodded and said,

"Yes, our carriage is in the courtyard, but the coachman isn't here."

Wu Long laughed and said,

"Don't worry, I know how to drive a carriage. Let's go."

Wu Long led the women downstairs, took the carriage, and let A'Zhu and the others go in. The girl in palace attire also wanted to go in, but Wu Long grabbed her and said,

"Wait, don't forget your identity. You are my prisoner now. Sit with me on the horse."

The girl in palace attire giggled and said,

"Okay, I've never ridden a horse before, and I've never been kidnapped. Today feels quite exciting."

Wu Long was speechless. He pulled her onto the horse, then sat behind her, one hand around her waist and the other holding the reins, and drove the carriage away. Wu Long deliberately teased her and said:

"I'm afraid this is the first time you've been so close to a man,"

the palace-dressed girl said, her pretty face flushed, a mixture of reproach and amusement, but she remained silent. Wu Long spoke close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her fair neck. He could clearly see the blush spreading across her face, and the fear in her eyes turning into deep shyness.

Earlier, Wu Long had been focused on subduing her and hadn't noticed her appearance. Now, however, he realized she was a stunning beauty. While not quite as breathtaking as Wang Yuyan, her almond-shaped eyes, delicate nose, and flower-like face were truly breathtaking, even more beautiful than Dan Yue. Her lake-green palace dress accentuated her snow-white skin, making her indescribably alluring. Now, with her blushing face, she was even more charming, stirring Wu Long's emotions. Only now did he realize how comfortable her slender waist was; when he suddenly touched it, he felt her soft, boneless body, a truly delightful sensation. Wu Long saw that her eyes were tightly closed, but her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, knowing she was afraid he might do something improper. Even so, Wu Long's heart still fluttered, and he almost lost control.

He took a breath, then drove the carriage away. In the swaying and rolling of the carriage, Wu Long's body occasionally touched the beautiful body of the girl in palace attire. A faint fragrance wafted into Wu Long's nose and mouth as the girl's black hair swayed.

The girl in palace attire sat on the horse, her full waist straight, and the alluring curves of her back beneath her dress were fully visible to Wu Long. As the horse continued to gallop, their bodies, which had been some distance apart, gradually drew closer. Eventually, Wu Long's lower abdomen and the girl's full, rounded buttocks slowly touched. As the horses galloped swiftly, their bodies were unsteady. Wu Long's lower abdomen pressed against the beautiful buttocks of the palace-dressed girl. The thin dress could not conceal the captivating sensation of her alluring beauty. With each collision of his abdomen and the girl's full buttocks, Wu Long uncontrollably felt a strong surge of male arousal.

As his lower body hardened, Wu Long felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. However, the sensations of his body were beyond his control. His erect penis moved with the horse's swaying, thrusting against the girl's exquisite buttocks.

Waves of intense stimulation emanated from the point of contact between Wu Long and the girl's full buttocks, making Wu Long almost cry out. Gazing at the girl from behind, Wu Long noticed that her fair neck had become flushed, making her appear even more alluring.

The beautiful girl in the palace dress, coupled with Wu Long's body being at the peak of male urges and uncontrollable desire, created a violent and overwhelming stimulation, like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire, which quickly became uncontrollable. Once lust took hold, it was hard to control. Wu Long, his lust overflowing, reached out and slowly caressed the soft waist of the palace-dressed girl. He grasped her waist with both hands, making their lower bodies even more intimately connected.

The girl struggled slightly but couldn't break free. Her face flushed even more, and she even let out a slight nasal sound. Wu Long found this even more exciting, but he knew these were extraordinary times. He immediately drove the carriage out of Wuxi City. After an hour's journey, as dawn broke, Wu Long stopped the carriage.

"Alright, thank you for seeing me off, Miss. We'll never meet again."

Feeling a little reluctant, the girl lowered her horse and said,

"You stand here obediently and wait. Your men will be here soon."

The girl was weak from his ministrations and barely had the strength to stand. She glared at him fiercely and said,

"I want to ask, is the He Shi Bi really on you?"

Wu Long shook his head.

"No!"

Of course not. He had eaten the He Shi Bi; how could he find it? Naturally, it wasn't on him. Seeing Wu Long's resolute answer... The girl looked disappointed and said,

"Could it be... could it be that I was really deceived by that person?"

She seemed a little dizzy, her legs went weak, and she was about to fall. Wu Long quickly went over to help her up and asked,

"What's wrong?"

The girl spoke softly,

"Nothing, I just want your life!"

After the girl finished speaking, a glint flashed in her eyes, and a jade-like hand, like a lover's caress, reached towards Wu Long's chest. Wu Long instinctively felt the danger and quickly stepped back, but it was too late. The palm struck his chest, and he felt a powerful, incomparably soft, and fluid force completely ignore Wu Long's strong body. The force struck his heart directly, and Wu Long felt a huge sound coming from his heart, like a cowhide drum vibrating. His heart almost shattered in two and jumped out.

"Pfft—"

Wu Long spat out a mist of blood, his heart throbbing with unimaginable pain. Then, the girl let out a sharp yet continuous long howl, rising high to halt the clouds and falling low to flow like water. The howl contained a mentally destructive force, making Wu Long dizzy. Then, the girl's slender hands formed claws, instantly creating a series of claw shadows that grabbed at Wu Long's vital points. Her claw tips shimmered with a faint blue light. Wu Long had no doubt that these delicate hands could definitely tear through his indestructible muscles. Enduring the excruciating pain in his heart and the dizziness in his brain, he used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to skillfully dodge the attacks. The girl's body seemed to be divided into nine parts, making it difficult to distinguish between the illusion and the real person.

In just a few rounds, the girl used many strange and unique techniques, unheard of before, and each one was incredibly powerful. Most terrifyingly, her internal energy was so profound that it was almost equal to Wu Long's. Wu Long was completely unprepared for her martial arts skills and was plunged into the most dangerous situation in just a few seconds.

Wu Long roared, his voice like thunder splitting the sky, like a thunderbolt striking with immense force, "Roar—!"

"Roar—!" A powerful, explosive lion's roar, fueled by the surge of true energy, erupted from the throat, creating a tangible sonic shockwave. It was earth-shattering, overwhelming, like a thunderclap, shaking heaven and earth; like the resounding of bells and drums, captivating the mind. The girl, suddenly bombarded by this terrifying sonic wave, felt a violent dizziness and her body faltered slightly. Seizing the opportunity, she transformed into a magnificent and powerful lion. Her mane, formed by her aura, surged in the air, her imposing presence terrifying. Her enormous lion head roared to the sky, her fangs thick and sharp. The roar was like rolling thunder, or the mighty Yangtze River, vast and endless.

Martial Dragon With a burst of energy from his entire body, his bones cracked and popped as his body inflated, miraculously growing into a two-meter-tall giant, resembling a wrathful Vajra from the Western Paradise. His muscles bulged exaggeratedly, as if plated with copper, reflecting a metallic gleam under the streetlights. This time, the metallic sheen was even more pronounced and pure. At the same time, an incredibly powerful and domineering aura erupted, swirling and swirling around him, stirring up leaves and pushing the two people behind him away. Wu Long felt his internal power surge and surge several times over.

"Ya-ha—!" Wu Long shot forward, his rapid advance creating a gust of wind that whipped up dust, forming a spectacular trail of smoke. He reached the girl, leaped into the air, and clenched his right fist so tightly that even the air around it seemed to vibrate. His burning anger acted as a catalyst, fueling his murderous intent. The fiery inner energy within him surged wildly under the stimulation of his killing intent, converging into his right fist the instant it clenched. Then, he unleashed a powerful punch, the force of which roared and hissed through the air like a demonic dragon, terrifying and awe-inspiring. A deafening roar ripped through the sky:

"Die!" "

The First Part: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 56: The Lady's Line,

Chapter 57:

Wu Long. Like a ghost in the night, Wu Long nimbly and swiftly traversed the various buildings of Canhe Manor. Soon, he arrived at the small lake in the back garden. Wu Long crouched down behind a cluster of flowers by the lake and then looked towards the small pavilion in the lake. Wu Long was positioned slightly diagonally opposite the pavilion, and with his bright eyes that could see clearly in the darkness, he saw four large, elegant characters engraved on the plaque of the pavilion—"Returning Water Pavilion"!

He walked to the front of the Returning Water Pavilion. From the lake... " The lake between the pavilion and the water's edge was about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) wide. Every step along the surface, a round wooden stake was driven into the water, leading directly to the grassy area in front of the pavilion. Wu Long stretched out his foot, about to step onto the first stake, when suddenly something seemed amiss. His foot froze, unsure

whether to go up or down. Could a place like the Huanshi Pavilion really be crossed so easily? This was the unease that suddenly struck Wu Long. In all the martial arts novels he had read, important places, especially those hiding martial arts manuals, were always guarded by powerful figures or equipped with sophisticated traps. Some even possess both. Since this Huanshi Water Pavilion isn't guarded by any skilled fighters, it's highly likely it's equipped with powerful traps. For example, one step might trigger arrows from the opposite side, or an alarm might be activated immediately. Therefore, one mustn't rashly step onto it.

Thinking this, Wu Long took two steps to the side, then used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to cross the water and reach the grassy area on the other side. The door to the water pavilion wasn't locked. Wu Long remembered that this Huanshi Water Pavilion, like the one at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in Dali, was used to store various martial arts techniques from the Central Plains. Wu Long admired Yu Xiao... Knowing the grandeur and methods of the Yao Sect, Wu Long naturally harbored a desire to see for himself what the Huan Shi Water Pavilion, which claimed to house the world's martial arts secrets, was really like. He also wanted to break through his current limits, to move beyond simply knowing the wonders without understanding their meaning. Of course, another purpose was Wu Long's true objective.

Hiding in the shadows, Wu Long watched the two maids guarding the area, a cold smile playing on his lips. He quietly picked up a pebble and threw it forcefully to the other side, making a loud thud, much like someone falling. The two maids exchanged a glance and shouted, "Who dares to trespass on this important territory!" One of them walked over with his sword.

Wu Long suddenly rushed out from behind the shadows of the trees, and before the maidservant could even cry out, he deflected her sword with a burst of energy, twisted his body strangely, and circled behind her, delivering a vicious chop to the back of her neck, instantly knocking her unconscious.

The maidservant who had gone out to check heard the sound of the wind behind her and turned around. When she looked back, Wu Long was already behind her, letting out a strange, eerie laugh that sounded exactly like a ghost's wail! The maidservant was startled, her grip on her sword faltering, when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck… He then lost consciousness.

Wu Long dragged the two maids aside, took the opportunity to grope them a few times, and finding them quite appealing, chuckled and began his ascent to the pavilion. The

Huanshi Water Pavilion had three floors. The bottom two floors were simply for practicing sparring, while the top floor was where the true martial arts manuals were hidden. Wu Long reached the third floor but didn't encounter a single person, feeling slightly puzzled, but he boldly continued forward.

Seeing the third floor empty except for a row of bookshelves, Wu Long became suspicious and quietly made some noise. After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, he finally mustered his courage and strolled out, heading straight for the bookshelf.

He quickly became frustrated. These weren't martial arts manuals at all, just rudimentary techniques widely circulated in the martial arts world. For example, Shaolin Long Fist, while more refined, had been known to almost everyone in the martial arts world since the time of the founding emperor. Although not exactly the same as authentic Shaolin, it was still quite similar. Wu Long glanced at it and immediately lost interest. Wu Long hadn't come here to find these things. Wu Long wanted to see the "Star Shifting Divine Skill" and the unique techniques of various sects. But judging from the layout, it clearly wasn't here.

Could it be hidden elsewhere? Or perhaps there's a secret chamber here? Wu Long thought for a moment, remembering that the Huan Shi Shui Pavilion was built against a mountain and beside a river. Judging from the rocky backing, there should be a secret chamber. But where was it? Wu Long began searching for the mechanism to open the secret chamber.

He searched for a long time, turning every vase and protruding carving clockwise and counterclockwise, but unfortunately, none of them were real. He was frustrated. Annoyed, Wu Long slammed his hand on the bookshelf, knocking over several books.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Wu Long couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. There was nothing special about it; these were the only books on the shelf that were relatively clean, yet rather worn, as if someone had been handling them frequently. A thought struck Wu Long, and he immediately moved those books aside. Sure enough, behind them was a barely noticeable iron tiger head. Wu Long smiled slightly, grabbed the tiger head, and spun it around. No, that didn't work. He spun it again, and sure enough, he heard a creaking sound. The other side of the shelf immediately spun open, revealing a stone door. Wu Long quickly slipped inside. He didn't see a shadow move on the ground before vanishing.

The secret chamber wasn't large, with three layers inside and out. Bookshelves lined the walls, densely packed with secret manuals from various schools and sects, clearly labeled with titles like "Huashan Swordplay," "Wuliang Swordplay," and "Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber Technique," among others. There weren't any particularly famous martial arts techniques. Wu Long thought to himself, "This is probably similar to the Huanshi Water Pavilion..." That's all. Wu Long walked to the innermost part, searching here and there, and sure enough, he found the bookshelf containing the Murong family's secret martial arts techniques. Wu Long immediately picked out the book "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions" and began to slowly read it from the first page.

After a long while, Wu Long let out a long breath and finally finished reading it, feeling a deep sense of understanding. He immediately wanted to meditate and practice, to test the circulation method of "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions." Suddenly, he felt something strange in his lower abdomen, which he found odd. He suddenly remembered what happened by Taihu Lake, when that person suddenly put this thing in his pocket and was seriously injured. That move was surprisingly ingenious; no one except himself noticed. Judging from the pursuit behind him, it was clearly a rare treasure.

He had almost forgotten about it, having put Wu Long in his waist pocket, because so much had happened that day. Only now did he remember it. Wu Long's curiosity was piqued. He opened the package from his waist pocket, peeled back layers of parchment, and revealed a box. The box was very ordinary, even somewhat worn and ugly, but it was surprisingly heavy, made of lead. Wu Long's curiosity was further piqued, and he opened the box.

A moment later, a point of blue light appeared in the center of the darkness, dazzling and crystalline. The light gradually expanded, forming a cluster of dancing blue flames, filled with mystery. This extraordinary sight was truly unprecedented in Wu Long's life. The flames gradually shrank to the size of a fist, then transformed into a soft white light. That peaceful white light seemed to shine into everyone's hearts, and Wu Long heard the previously rapid breathing around him immediately calm down. As if the truth had been revealed, a pure white, flawless jade seal, gleaming with precious light, was revealed within the halo. The seal was engraved with a pattern of five intertwined dragons, the craftsmanship exquisite, but a corner was missing, which was filled with gold.

Wu Long felt his heart tremble. He thought of a name, a name known to every Chinese person: the priceless treasure of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, coveted by numerous warlords, the legendary "Returning the Jade Intact to Zhao," the priceless gem that Qin Shi Huang used to conquer the world and unify China!

At that moment, Wu Long felt an inseparable connection to the thousand-year history of his country. His hands trembled as he grasped the precious jade. An indescribable chill entered his palm. Wu Long secretly channeled his inner energy, carefully drawing the cold energy from the jade into his left palm, through his middle finger, along the Yangyu meridian outside his elbow to the Jianjing acupoint, then down the Dai meridian, and finally to the Du meridian on his back. Wherever the cold energy reached, Wu Long felt as if his meridians were about to burst, his heart pounding with restlessness as if it could explode at any moment, his hair standing on end, and his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth feeling as if they were sealed shut—a terribly uncomfortable experience. Only the Zuqiao acupoint between his eyebrows retained a trace of clarity, preventing him from going mad. Wu

Long controlled the speed at which the cold energy traveled through his meridians, hoping to neutralize and integrate it with his own yang and fiery inner energy, using the Beiming Divine Art for his own benefit. Unexpectedly, the mysterious and unpredictable power of the He Shi Bi suddenly increased exponentially as Wu Long absorbed the cold energy. A raging torrent surged into Wu Long's body, transforming into a vast and turbulent cold current that shattered Wu Long's own true energy, scattering his

scorching true energy that had been absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. This energy, along with the still-flowing cold energy from the He Shi Bi, simultaneously entered his body through his right foot's Yongquan acupoint and his left palm. This time, Wu Long learned his lesson and adjusted his own true energy to synchronize with the cold energy entering through the He Shi Bi, allowing the two forces to converge at the most important acupoint in his dantian, the Life and Death Acupoint. One hot, one cold, energy from two different sources, entered his dantian like arrows.

Wu Long knew this was a moment that would determine life or death. His mind was as still as the moon reflected in a well, controlling his energy with his will. However, the cold energy from the He Shi Bi was vastly different from Kou Zhong's inexhaustible, vibrant true energy. Wu Long couldn't quite describe the chilling aura emanating from the He Shi Bi jade. It was unlike any other energy generated by the human body, yet it was irresistible and immensely powerful.

It was a terrifying energy accumulated within the small, three-inch square space of the He Shi Bi jade, seemingly endless and inexhaustible. The two streams of energy finally met at his dantian. Wu Long gathered his true energy again, and his own true energy immediately coiled around the chilling aura in a swirling motion.

"Boom!"

Wu Long was completely unaware of what was happening; he only felt all his meridians expand, then immediately contract. With each expansion and contraction, Wu Long's nerves felt as if they had been struck by an invisible iron hammer. Countless strange images flashed through his mind between the expansion and contraction: a sky full of stars, a vast void, a realm beyond description. Time and space stretched infinitely.

"Whoosh!"

Wu Long spat out a mouthful of blood, and after his meridians had expanded and contracted countless times, he regained consciousness. The chill within his body vanished completely, replaced by an extremely strange sensation. His entire body seemed to be bathed in warm sunlight, an indescribable comfort.

At this moment, Wu Long's thoughts underwent a change he himself was unaware of, entering a realm he could never have dreamed of. Wu Long suddenly shuddered, as if experiencing a moment of profound self-reflection and shame upon witnessing moving events or scenes in his future life.

Suddenly, a strange connection formed between a point in Wu Long's pineal gland and his entire body, and even the vast earth. Wu Long's spiritual awareness, centered on the He Shi Bi jade, rippled outwards like water, spreading inch by inch, sweeping over every person, every piece of earth, every blade of grass…

Wu Long "saw" everything within a radius of several hundred meters in this vast area. Wu Long couldn't believe it; this was what he had felt when breaking through to the Innate Realm. Now, the range of his perception had expanded hundreds of times. In the almost dazzling halo of the He Shi Bi jade, Wu Long saw…

what did Wu Long see? Wu Long saw countless vast spaces, each so real, so immersive. He felt as if he had become an insect with large compound eyes, each revealing a separate world through its tiny openings.

He saw scattered stone castles, flower-filled streamside villages, solemn monasteries, turning windmills… Suddenly, a huge, gleaming helmet, its eye only visible through slits, appeared. A medieval European knight, his entire body encased in chainmail, charged forward on horseback, wielding a massive lance. With a clang, the lance pierced a large, intricately carved iron shield, shattering it in the process. A similarly equipped knight behind the shield was thrown from his horse. Having killed one enemy, the knight drew a thick, long iron sword and swung it. A battle axe flew towards him, spinning. The knight nimbly ducked, the axe barely grazing his head, but then a chain-strung mace struck him squarely in the face. On the knight's chest…

Wu Long saw an extremely luxurious palace: gold-paved floors, gold-cast beams and pillars, gold-plated domes, roaring artificial lions, singing mechanical nightingales, melodious musical fountains, and exotic belly dancers, acrobatic dwarfs, fire-breathing magicians… In the flower-filled royal garden, on an artificial lake the size of a reservoir, floated a yacht adorned with gold and silver. A king with short, curly brown hair, draped in a silk robe, was flirting with a blonde, blue-eyed, half-naked concubine amidst a spilled glass of red wine…

Wu Long saw flags fluttering everywhere on the land, thatched villages engulfed in smoke and fire, and a man wearing a gray straw hat and a belt… A short, yellow-skinned warrior wielding two swords ran across the fields, followed by several oddly shaped wheelbarrows moving side by side at breakneck speed. Each wheelbarrow had a rectangular platform studded with long spikes, resembling a modern razor. Eight warriors pushed each one, and they met the charging cavalry. A fallen cavalryman, his hat flying off, revealed a bald head with an ugly, sticking-up braid. Just as he was about to be captured, the cavalryman bared his teeth, pulled out a short sword, and slashed into his abdomen…

Wu Long saw: towering city walls reaching into the clouds, bustling streets, throngs of people, and in the city's central square stood a colossal pyramid temple, surrounded by carvings and hieroglyphics. A massive stone pillar surrounded four long, hundred-step staircases. A long procession ascended the steps, heading towards one of the two enormous ancient wells running north to south. Amidst the frenzied gestures of a bronze-skinned, bare-chested elder, pieces of jade, gold ornaments, colorful vases, and jade bowls, along with beautiful brown-skinned girls draped in snow-white veils, were thrown into the well…

Wu Long witnessed countless deaths and countless births. Then, all the scenes grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, transforming into land, sea, islands, and clouds, finally merging into a blue, oval sphere. This sphere looked so familiar; Wu Long remembered—it was clearly a globe from a later era! The vivid image he had just witnessed was exactly where Europe, the Middle East, Japan, and the Americas were on the globe. And the strange costumes worn by those people indicated…

Wu Long, struck dumb, had lost the ability to think normally. He felt as if he had become a wireless receiver, constantly receiving unprecedented foreign signals. His vision suddenly changed: Wu Long saw a sky full of rosy clouds, a red sun slowly rising, the boundless earth seemingly tinged with a faint blush. How strange! How could the rising sun have such a sustained, non-glaring red? Only the setting sun would be like that, but how could the setting sun rise?

Wu Long felt himself return to the earth, lying there quietly. To be precise, it wasn't Wu Long lying there, but "it." But what exactly it was, Wu Long didn't know; he only knew that he was looking out from its perspective.

Wu Long witnessed the magnificent beauty of nature, like a fast-forwarded scene from a movie: clouds drifting like shuttles, sunrise and sunset, the waxing and waning of the moon, the changing seasons, all shifting and changing rapidly. Wu Long saw rivers flowing backward, leaves flying backward, and beasts moving backward… Wu Long suddenly realized that what he had just seen was space, but now he was seeing time. Wu Long understood that he was stepping into a reversed time and space, traversing the long corridor of history. Therefore, Wu Long could describe the following flashback scene in normal language:

a high platform with blazing fire, a plaque with the three large characters "Xuanwu Tower," a Han emperor wearing a crown and imperial robes was immolating himself with firewood…

a sloping hillside with a chilling wind, overgrown with miscellaneous trees, a white silk ribbon hanging from which hung a voluptuous and beautiful woman, a weary emperor gazing into the distance with tears in his eyes…

a winding garden, another stunningly beautiful woman covering her mouth in shock, her bright eyes sparkling with a cunning gaze, a handsome and valiant young general wielding a halberd and thrusting it at a large bearded man. The Prime Minister…

In the enchanting harem, two identical beauties, with their cloud-like hair, slender waists, and snow-white skin, dance lightly around a lustful emperor…

In the magnificent palace, a godlike hero laughs wildly, while in the distance, endless palaces are engulfed in flames… At the

foot of a majestic mountain, a man with broken legs lies on the ground, weeping bitterly while embracing a stubborn rock…

Wu Long suddenly realizes, “It” is the He Shi Bi jade. Wu Long sees the He Shi Bi's past, and also the past of Chinese history. Since its discovery, the He Shi Bi jade, which became the Imperial Seal of the State from Zhao to Qin, has always accompanied the highest echelons of power in every era, thus becoming the most continuous, objective, and authoritative witness to pre-Song history, faithfully recording the highest level of historical facts of dynastic changes and power shifts. For some unknown reason, “It” possesses a spirituality that humans cannot explain, allowing Wu Long to see thousands of years of Chinese history from the perspective of an absolute bystander, without a trace of subjective conjecture.

Suddenly, everything went black; it had fallen into boundless darkness, perhaps back inside the mountain.

Suddenly, light shone forth. A saint in a yellow robe stood on a high altar, facing the sun, holding up the stubborn stone. Behind him knelt a warrior wearing a bronze helmet with ox horns and bronze armor made of animal hide. The horned warrior raised his head, his eyes behind the bronze mask revealing reverence…

At the mountain's peak, the horned warrior stood atop a chariot, the stubborn stone prominently embedded in its front. With a shout, the warrior unleashed a roar, and waves of nine-colored warriors, brandishing weapons and halberds, charged down the mountain towards the yellow-robed warriors, whose totem was the bear. In the pouring rain, the nine-colored warriors utterly defeated the yellow-robed warriors. Then, a severe drought struck. The nine-colored warriors, clad in heavy armor, sweated profusely under the scorching sun, their movements hampered, and they were systematically eliminated by the lightly armed yellow-robed warriors…

A thought struck Wu Long: he remembered the legend known to every descendant of the Yellow Emperor—the Yellow Emperor's battle against Chi You—which gave birth to the ancestor of the Chinese nation.

The He Shi Bi jade was inextricably linked to the origins of the Chinese nation. Wu Long, from tomorrow, by chance, stumbled upon this earth-shattering secret, a secret capable of overturning the past and present. Like a newborn infant meeting its mother for the first time, Wu Long was moved to tears, a profound sense of fulfillment washing over him. Wu Long felt that what he held in his hands was not a mere stone, nor a jade seal, but a living entity that had grown alongside his people, practically the heart of a nation—ah! Wu Long's heart skipped a beat; the heartbeat came from it!

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Wu Long closed his eyes, and the inner and outer worlds instantly merged into one. Never before had he felt his own existence, the meaning of life, as he did now. He activated his inner vision technique and was immediately astonished, followed by a surge of ecstasy and a satisfaction that made him no longer seek anything else. His meridians had been strengthened exponentially. Although his power hadn't increased dramatically immediately, as long as he continued his diligent practice as always, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort. It should be known that human strength has its limits. For a master of his level, making even an inch of progress was as difficult as ascending to heaven. But after

the strange transformation he had just undergone, he was like a puddle that had become a bottomless abyss. Every acupoint and every meridian had been reborn as a treasure trove with limitless potential for development. How could he not be overjoyed? Feeling his severe internal injuries completely healed, and feeling an indescribable comfort in every pore of his body—a process euphemistically called rebirth or marrow cleansing—Wu Long had strengthened the capacity of his meridians, multiplying his true qi and accelerating its flow. In just a short time, he had already laid the foundation for becoming a top master. Usually, such processes require a long and arduous period of struggle; Wu Long's feat in just a few breaths was truly unprecedented in martial arts history. Although his skill had only increased slightly, he still needed more time to cultivate, but it was already extraordinary. Human strength has its limits, like a wooden bucket that can only hold a certain amount of water. But after being transformed by the He Shi Bi, it had become a pool of water whose depth no one knew; it would depend on how much water Wu Long could draw from it.

Overjoyed, Wu Long stopped looking at any secret manuals. His entire body instantly felt like it was burning hot, and his true qi flowed throughout his body, entering the He Shi Bi.

The jade immediately shone brightly, overflowing with colorful light. Wu Long shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning. It was an indescribable, intense sensation. It was as if the He Shi Bi jade had come to life, radiating unparalleled spiritual power that sought to invade Wu Long's mind and body.

Strange and unfamiliar scenes unfolded one after another, making him so agitated that he almost screamed mad, as if trapped in an inescapable nightmare.

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