[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 17

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 75: Dying Under the Peony Blossom, Even as a Ghost, is Romantic 2.

Qiao Feng was also quite surprised, thinking:

"It seems that my second brother didn't use his true skills when he fought me earlier. Putting aside everything else, his innate internal energy is truly unparalleled throughout history; I am far inferior to him."

Wu Long secretly regulated his breathing. The previous attack had consumed too much energy. The Meteor Sword Qi seemed incredibly powerful, but it wasn't very practical. It wasn't as effective as the Finger Flicking Divine Skill. He would have to modify it later. That attack had consumed too much energy even for someone like him who already possessed inexhaustible innate internal energy. Moreover, the launch time was a bit slow. For a true master, it wouldn't hit at all. If you can't hit someone, even if you have the destructive power of an atomic bomb, it's useless.

Tan Gong and Tan Po, who were originally very angry and wanted revenge, also gasped when they saw this scene. They looked at him in fear and didn't dare to say anything. For a moment, the scene was somewhat awkward. After a long silence, it was Madam Kang Min who showed the most courage. Although she didn't know much about martial arts, and despite her shock, she wouldn't abandon her carefully crafted plan. She said,

"I know this letter involves important matters of the gang. Since the gang leader and elders are not in Luoyang, I fear I might miss the opportunity. I will immediately go to Zhengzhou to see Elder Xu, present the letter, and ask him to make a decision. Please inform everyone of what happens next."

Elder Xu coughed a few times and said, "This matter is complicated by grudges and grievances, and I am truly in a difficult position!" His voice was hoarse and filled with a sense of desolation.

Elder Xu slowly untied a burlap bundle from his back, opened it, took out an oilcloth document bag, and then pulled out a letter from it, saying, "This is Ma Dayuan's last letter. Dayuan's great-grandfather, grandfather, and father were all members of the Beggars' Sect for generations, either elders or eight-bag disciples! I watched Dayuan grow up from childhood, and I recognize his handwriting very clearly. The words on this envelope are indeed written by Dayuan. When Madam Ma handed the letter to me, the sealing wax was still intact, and no one had touched it. I was also worried about delaying important matters, so I opened it immediately without waiting to meet with the elders. When I opened the letter, Brother Shan, the Iron-Faced Judge of Taihang Mountain, was also present, which can serve as proof." Quan Guanqing, who had not had a chance to speak until now, immediately said, "I believe Elder Xu would never do such a despicable thing." "It's a matter!"

Qiao Feng glanced at Quan Guanqing, cupped his hands to Elder Xu, and said, "I, Qiao, also believe Elder Xu!"

Elder Xu sighed, opened the envelope, pulled out a piece of paper, and said, "When I saw this letter, I was slightly surprised to see that the handwriting was strong and vigorous, not written by Da Yuan. I was even more surprised to see that the recipient was addressed to 'Brother Sword Beard.' As everyone knows, 'Sword Beard' was the nickname of our former leader, Wang. Only someone who was close to him would address him like that. And since Leader Wang has been dead for a long time, why would someone write to him? I didn't look at what was written on the paper; I looked at the signatory at the end of the letter, and what I saw made me even more astonished!"

Everyone hoped that Elder Xu would reveal the name of the signatory at the end of the letter, wanting to know who this person was and why he was so surprised!

Elder Xu said in a low voice, “Brothers, I cannot reveal who wrote this letter at this moment. I have been a member of the Beggars' Clan for over seventy years, and for the last thirty years I have retired to the mountains, no longer venturing into the martial world, avoiding conflict and making enemies. I have little time left in this world, with neither children nor disciples, and I have no selfish motives whatsoever. I will say a few words; do you believe me or not?”

The beggars all replied, “Who would not believe Elder Xu’s words?”

Elder Xu turned to Qiao Feng and asked, “What does the Chieftain think?”

Qiao Feng replied, “I have always respected Elder Xu, as you know.” Elder

Xu then said, “I have read this letter…” After pondering for a long time, still puzzled and fearing there might be some mistake, he immediately handed the letter to Brother Shan for review. Brother Shan and the writer of the letter had always been on good terms, and he recognized his handwriting. This matter was of great importance, and I wanted Brother Shan to verify the authenticity of this letter… Alas, it is a pity that Brother Shan has already passed away!”

He paused, then continued, “I have lived a few more years and am extremely meticulous in my work. Moreover, this matter concerns the rise and fall of our gang, and the reputation and life of a hero. How can I act rashly?”

Hearing him say this, everyone couldn’t help but look at Qiao Feng, knowing that the “hero” he was referring to was Qiao Feng. However, no one dared to meet his gaze, and as soon as he turned his head, they immediately lowered their eyes.

Elder Xu continued, "I learned that the Tan couple from Taihang Mountain had a close relationship with the person who wrote the letter, so I went to Chongxiao Cave to consult them. Mr. and Mrs. Tan explained the whole story to me in detail. Alas, I really couldn't bear to tell you the whole story. It's pitiful, regrettable, and lamentable!"

Only then did everyone understand that Elder Xu had invited the Tan couple and Shan Zheng and others to the Beggars' Sect to testify.

Elder Xu continued, "Granny Tan said that she has a senior brother who witnessed this matter firsthand. If you ask him to tell you in person, you'll know the truth. This senior brother is Mr. Zhao Qiansun. This gentleman's temperament is slightly different from others, and he won't come unless you ask him. Fortunately, Granny Tan has a lot of influence. She sent a letter, and this gentleman came as soon as he was summoned..."

Tan Gong suddenly became angry and said to Granny Tan, "What? Did you go and call him? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Why did you keep it from me?"

Granny Tan angrily said, "What do you mean by keeping it from you? I wrote a letter and asked Elder Xu to send someone to deliver it. It was an open and aboveboard matter. It's just that you're jealous, and I was afraid you'd nag and fuss, so I preferred not to tell you."

Tan Gong said, "Acting against your husband's wishes and not being a wife is unacceptable!"

Granny Tan didn't answer, but instead slapped her husband across the face with a "smack."

Tan Gong's martial arts skills were clearly far superior to Tan Po's, but when his wife struck him, he neither parried nor dodged, taking the blow without moving an inch. Then, he took out a small box from his bosom, dipped his hand in some ointment, and applied it to his face, instantly fading the bruises. One was quick to strike, the other quick to heal; in this way, both their anger dissipated.

The onlookers couldn't help but laugh.

Then Zhao Qiansun sighed deeply, his voice filled with sorrow and resentment, saying, "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! Alas, if only I had known this earlier! Taking a few blows from her wouldn't have been so difficult!" His voice was filled with regret. Suddenly, from the apricot grove, an aged voice said, "Amitabha! If you wish to settle the old grudges, count this old monk!"

Everyone turned around and saw an old monk in a gray robe emerge from behind the apricot tree. He had a square face, large ears, and a dignified appearance.

Elder Xu exclaimed, "Master Zhiguang of Tiantai Mountain has arrived! More than thirty years have passed, yet you remain as vigorous as ever!"

The name of Monk Zhiguang was not well-known in the martial arts world, and the younger generation of the Beggars' Sect did not know his origins. However, Qiao Feng, the Sixth Elder, and others all stood up in respect, knowing that he had once made a great vow, crossing oceans to distant wildernesses to collect bark from exotic trees and cure countless people in Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong who had been afflicted by miasma. He had fallen seriously ill twice as a result, losing all his martial arts skills, but his benevolence towards the people was truly immense. Everyone immediately approached and bowed.

Elder Xu said, "Master Zhiguang's virtue and benevolence are vast and boundless; no one does not respect him!" " But for the past ten years or so, I have long since ceased to concern myself with the affairs of the martial world. Today, your esteemed presence is truly a blessing for the Beggars' Sect! I am deeply grateful!"

Zhi Guang said, "Elder Xu of the Beggars' Sect and Judge Shan of Taihang Mountain jointly sent a letter of invitation, how could this old monk dare not come? Tiantai Mountain is not far from Wuxi, and the two also said in their letter that this matter concerns the fate

of all people, so I should naturally obey the invitation!" Qiao Feng thought to himself: So you were also invited by Elder Xu and Judge Shan! However, I have long heard that Master Zhi Guang is highly respected, so I suppose he would not participate in the conspiracy to frame me. His arrival is truly a good thing!

At this moment, Zhao Qiansun suddenly said, "The great battle in front of the Chaotic Stone Valley outside Yanmen Pass, Monk Zhi Guang was also involved, you tell us!" After saying that, he started digging a pit on the side, muttering, "Xiao Juan, although your senior brother cannot share a bed with you in life, we can share a grave after death!" "It turns out Zhao Qiansun already harbored suicidal thoughts.

Zhiguang glanced at Zhao Qiansun and said, 'Very well, there's no need to hide the mistakes I made in the past; just tell me the truth!'"

While digging the pit, Zhao Qiansun said, "We are doing this for the country and the people, so we can't say we've done something wrong!"

Zhiguang shook his head and said, "If we've done something wrong, why deceive ourselves?" He turned to the crowd and said, "Thirty years ago, the heroes of the Central Plains received news that a large number of warriors from the Khitan Kingdom were going to attack Shaolin Temple and try to seize the martial arts manuals that had been hidden in the temple for hundreds of years..." Then, Zhiguang recounted the events that had happened thirty years ago, just like in the original story.

Qiao Feng had guessed most of what Zhi Guang had said earlier, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master Zhi Guang, that...that farmer at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, what...what is his surname?"

Zhi Guang said, "Since you've already guessed, I don't need to hide it. That farmer's surname is Qiao, and his name is Sanhuai!"

Qiao Feng shouted, "No, no! You're talking nonsense, fabricating such a lie to frame me. I am a Han Chinese, how could I be a Khitan barbarian? I...I...Sanhuai Gong is my own father, if you keep talking nonsense..." Suddenly, he spread his arms and rushed in front of Zhi Guang, grabbing his chest with his left hand.

Elder Xu was shocked to see this and hurriedly said, "Chief Qiao, Master Zhiguang is respected by everyone in the martial arts world. You must not harm his life!"

Qiao Feng's blood boiled, and he shouted, "That's right, I also admire Master Zhiguang's character! But you...you...want to remove me from my position as chief, fine, I'll just hand it over. Why fabricate these words to slander me? What...what wrong have I done that you are so relentlessly pressuring me?" His voice was hoarse as he spoke the last few sentences, and everyone who heard them couldn't help but feel sympathy for him.

At this moment, Zhao Qiansun suddenly chuckled coldly and said, "How laughable! Han people are not necessarily superior, and Khitan people are not necessarily worse than pigs and dogs! Clearly a Khitan, yet insisting on pretending to be Han, what kind of feeling is that? Refusing to acknowledge even one's own parents, what kind of man or hero are you?"

Qiao Feng opened his eyes wide, staring fiercely at him, and asked, "You also say I am a Khitan?"

Zhao Qiansun said, "I don't know! It's just that in the battle outside Yanmen Pass that day, the Khitan warrior's appearance and physique were exactly like yours, brothers! That fight terrified me, Zhao... " Qian Sun was terrified, his heart and soul shattered. He would never forget the face of that adversary, even a hundred years later. And he personally witnessed Master Zhiguang holding those two Khitan infants!

Seeing Qiao Feng gently set Master Zhiguang down, Elder Xu said at the opportune moment, "Thank you, Master Zhiguang, for recounting the past, making everyone feel as if they were there. This letter..." He waved the letter in his hand and continued, "It was written by that leading hero to Chief Wang, strongly advising him not to pass the leadership to Chief Qiao! Chief Qiao, why don't you take a look yourself?" He then handed the letter over.

Zhiguang, who had been set down by Qiao Feng, said, "Let me see if it's truly the original letter." He stepped forward, took the letter, read it, and said, "Indeed, it's the leading hero's handwriting." With a slight effort, he tore off the last part of the letter, put it in his mouth, rolled it with his tongue, and swallowed it.

As Zhiguang tore the letter, he first took a few steps toward the fire, distancing himself from Qiao Feng. Then he brought the letter to his eyes, seemingly unable to see clearly due to insufficient light. He then tore the letter and put it in his mouth, leaving only an inch between the letter and his lips. Qiao Feng never expected that this highly respected old monk would use such a cunning trick. With a roar, he struck out with his left palm, hitting Qiao Feng's pressure point in mid-air. He immediately snatched the letter with his right hand, but he was a step too late; the signature at the end of the letter had already been swallowed.

Qiao Feng struck again, releasing his pressure points, and roared, "You... what are you doing?"

Zhi Guang smiled slightly and said, "Chief Qiao, now that you know your background, you must be determined to avenge your father and mother's deaths! Chief Wang is already dead, so that goes without saying, but I don't want you to know the name of this leader. I participated in the ambush of your father and mother back then, and I am willing to bear all the sins myself. Kill me or torture me, go ahead and do it!"

Zhao Qiansun said:

"I don't know. But that day outside Yanmen Pass, the Khitan warrior's appearance and build were exactly like yours. That fight terrified me, Zhao Qiansun, to the point of utter panic. I will never forget that opponent's face, even a hundred years from now. I also personally witnessed Master Zhiguang holding that Khitan infant. I, Zhao Qiansun, am a walking corpse; besides Xiao Juan, I have no one and nothing to care about. Whether you become the leader of the Beggars' Sect or not is none of my business. Why would I frame you? I admit I participated in the killing..." "What good would it do to harm your parents? Chief Qiao, my martial arts are far inferior to yours. If I didn't want to live, wouldn't I at least commit suicide?"

Qiao Feng gently put Master Zhiguang down, then lowered his head in deep thought. Throughout his life, he had always escaped danger and never suffered any major losses. Many opportunities had always come to him unbidden. He had always thought he was blessed with good fortune and luck. But now, after hearing Zhiguang's words, he wondered if it was truly because some powerful figure was secretly supporting him without his knowledge. He was filled with confusion:

"If Zhiguang's method is true, then I am a Khitan instead of a Han Chinese. Chief Wang is not my mentor, but my father's killer. The hero who secretly helped me was not truly helping me out of kindness, but merely feeling guilty and trying to atone for his sins. No! No! The Khitans are cruel and tyrannical, the mortal enemies of the Han Chinese. How can I become a Khitan?"

At this moment, a hand patted his shoulder. Qiao Feng looked up and saw it was Wu Long. Wu Long didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed his thoughts: regardless of whether Qiao Feng was a so-called Khitan or a Han Chinese, he was still his elder brother. Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and finally made a decision.

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Wicked Woman Kang Min, Part 5.

Qiao Feng took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd, and said,

"The green hills remain unchanged, the green waters flow forever. My good brothers, since there are so many doubts about my identity, then I will relinquish my position as gang leader. Farewell. Whether I am Han or Khitan, I will never harm a Han person in my lifetime."

After saying this, Qiao Feng threw the Dog-Beating Stick. Elder Xu reached out to catch it, and as soon as his right hand grasped the bamboo stick, he suddenly felt a shock from his palm to his arm, and from his arm to his whole body, as if struck by lightning. He hurriedly let go, but the bamboo stick, still carrying the force of the throw, stuck straight into the mud. The beggars exclaimed in unison, looking at this important weapon of their gang, "seeing the stick is like seeing the gang leader," their hearts filled with countless thoughts.

As the sun rose, rays of golden light filtered through the leaves of the apricot trees, illuminating the "Dog-Beating Stick" with its glossy green sheen.

"Chief, no!"

"Chief, the Beggars' Sect can't do without you!

" "Who cares if they're Khitan or Han? No one but you is qualified to be the Beggars' Sect Chief!"

"..."

Just as the crowd of beggars was in an uproar, a clear, melodious female voice suddenly rang out:

"Uncles and elders, please hear me out! My late husband has tragically passed away, and it's difficult to say for sure who committed this heinous act. But my late husband was honest and reliable, not given to words, and had no enemies in the martial world. I truly cannot fathom why anyone would want to take his life. However, as the saying goes, 'Hidden treasures invite thieves.' Could it be that my late husband possessed something important that someone coveted? Or perhaps they feared he would leak secrets and ruin their plans, and thus wanted to silence him?" The speaker was Kang Min, the widow of Ma Dayuan. The meaning of these words was crystal clear: they pointed directly to Qiao Feng as the murderer of Ma Dayuan, and his motive was to cover up evidence that he was a Khitan.

Qiao Feng slowly turned his head, looking at the woman dressed entirely in white, delicate, pretty, and petite, and said,

"You suspect I killed Vice Chief Ma?"

Kang Min, who had been facing away from the ground, suddenly looked up at Qiao Feng. Her eyes shone brightly like jewels in the darkness. Qiao Feng was slightly startled as he listened to her say:

"I am but an ignorant and ignorant woman. It is already wrong of me to show my face in public, how dare I falsely accuse others? It is only because my late husband died unjustly that I beg you uncles and elders to remember our past friendship, investigate the truth, and avenge my late husband!" With that, she gracefully knelt down and kowtowed to Qiao Feng. She did not say a single word that Qiao Feng was the murderer, but every word she spoke pointed to him.

Seeing her kneeling before him, Qiao Feng was furious but couldn't retaliate, so he knelt down in return, saying, "Sister-in-law, please rise!"

Suddenly pulling Qiao Feng up, Wu Long said menacingly, "My elder brother has already relinquished his position as leader of the Beggars' Sect. Are you still not going to let him go? Let me tell you, I know all about your shady dealings. If you continue to cause trouble, don't blame me for revealing everything right now and ruining your reputation!"

Originally, Wu Long had thought Kang Min, though hateful, also had some pitiable aspects, but now, filled with rage, he was no longer willing to let her off the hook.

Before Kang Min could reply, a young girl's voice suddenly came from the left side of the apricot grove: "Madam Ma, I have a question in my mind. May I ask you a question?" Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw a girl in a light red dress—it was A'Zhu.

Kang Min was naturally pleased that someone had changed the subject and asked, "What questions does the young lady have to ask me?"

A'Zhu replied, "I dare not ask! I heard from Madam that Senior Ma's will was sealed tightly with sealing wax, and when Elder Xu opened it, the wax seal was still intact. So, before Elder Xu opened it, no one else had seen the contents of the letter?"

Kang Min nodded and said, "That's right!"

A'Zhu said, "Then, apart from Senior Ma, no one else knew about the letter from that leading hero and Chief Wang's will. It's impossible to say that he concealed it, encouraged theft, or killed someone to cover it up!"

Everyone who heard this felt that her words made a lot of sense.

Kang Min said, "Who are you, young lady? Why are you interfering in the important affairs of my gang?"

A'Zhu replied, "How dare I, a mere woman, interfere in the important affairs of your gang? But you are trying to frame our young master, and I must defend him with reason!"

Kang Min then asked, "Who is your young master? Is it Master Qiao?"

A'Zhu shook her head and smiled, saying, "No, my young master is Young Master Murong!"

Wu Long naturally knew that A'Zhu wanted to help Qiao Feng clear his name from Kang Min's accusations, but he also knew how malicious Kang Min's intentions were.

But before Wu Long could speak, Kang Min's tone changed, and she said, "That young lady's suspicions are quite valid. At first, I had the same thought. But the night before I received the news of my late husband's death, someone suddenly broke into my house to steal."

All the beggars were shocked. Immediately, someone asked, "Theft? What was stolen? Was anyone hurt?"

Kang Min replied, "No one was hurt. The thief used cheap incense, which knocked me and my two maids unconscious. He ransacked the place and stole about ten taels of silver. The next day, I received the devastating news of my late husband's tragic death. How could I possibly care about the theft? Fortunately, my late husband's family hid this will in a very secret place, preventing the thief from finding and destroying it!"

These words were crystal clear, implying that Qiao Feng himself or someone sent to steal the book from Ma Dayuan's house. Since he went to steal the book, he must have known its contents beforehand, making the murder to silence him obvious. As for how he knew the contents of the will, it was perhaps unintentionally leaked by the leading hero, Chief Wang, or Deputy Chief Ma, which wouldn't be surprising.

Wu Long couldn't help but snort coldly, finally speaking, "Did you also find a fan that the thief deliberately left behind? If I'm not mistaken, that fan should belong to my elder brother!"

Kang Min was shocked upon hearing this. Only a handful of people knew about the "fan," and among them, there was no way Wu Long was one of them. Yet, he seemed to know about it and was completely familiar with the whole affair. This forced Kang Min to reconsider whether to proceed with the original plan.

After pondering for a long time, Kang Min finally gritted her teeth and pulled a folding fan from the bag on her back!

However, after Wu Long's words, the effect of this folding fan was not as Kang Min had hoped. Instead, it greatly surprised everyone present with Wu Long's precognitive abilities, and many astute individuals began to doubt Kang Min's previous words.

Seeing that Kang Min finally took out her folding fan, Wu Long was already furious. Without saying a word, he leaped in front of Quan Guanqing and kicked him towards Kang Min. He then did the same to Elder Bai Shijing.

Although the beggars were very dissatisfied with Wu Long's actions, considering his ghostly movements and the astonishing strength he had previously displayed, not a single Beggar Clan disciple dared to rebuke him. As for Qiao Feng and the others, they believed that Wu Long's actions were not without reason, so they remained silent.

"This gentleman is indeed highly skilled in martial arts, but to treat the Elder Bai and Elder Quan in such a way in front of all the Beggar Clan brothers, are you implying that our Beggar Clan has no capable people besides Qiao Feng!"

Kang Min showed no panic on her face, and in just a few words, she labeled Wu Long as the public enemy of the Beggar Clan. Wu Long coldly said,

"Don't try to pin this on me. You know why I brought them both to your side!"

He then suddenly raised his voice, saying, "Quan Guanqing was instructed by you to instigate the rebellion of the four elders, trying to oust my brother from his position as gang leader. And Bai Shijing was having an affair with you. After your cuckolded husband, Ma Dayuan, caught them in the act, Bai Shijing used the 'Throat-Locking Grappling Hand,' a technique he learned from Ma Dayuan, to kill him. Since many people in the martial world have recently died from 'an eye for an eye,' you simply claimed that Ma Dayuan was killed by Murong Fu! What do you say, Kang Min? Did I say anything wrong?!"

Hearing Wu Long's words, the entire audience erupted in uproar. However, apart from Qiao Feng and a few others, few were willing to believe him, as Bai Shijing's character was generally considered quite good. Moreover, Wu Long had just admitted to being a Khitan. These Beggars' Sect disciples had an innate hatred for Khitans, and it was already quite remarkable that they hadn't driven him away on the spot.

Kang Min's heart was in turmoil, but she showed no outward sign. She simply said calmly, "Master Qiao, are you implying that I had an affair with Elder Bai first, then conspired with Elder Bai to murder my husband, and framed Young Master Murong? And to cover up the truth, you even spread rumors that Chief Qiao is a Khitan!"

"You don't need to play these word games with me! My elder brother is indeed a Khitan, and you did indeed have an affair and murder your husband!" Although Kang Min was cunning and somewhat quick-witted, her methods were utterly insignificant and wouldn't be easily fooled by Wu Long.

After a moment of silence, Kang Min finally found a weakness in Wu Long's defenses and said confidently, "As the saying goes, 'Catch the thief with the stolen goods, catch the adulterer in the act!' Master Qiao, do you have any evidence to support your accusations against me?"

This question truly stumped Wu Long. Even if he knew the plot well, he couldn't possibly find evidence of Kang Min's adultery with Bai Shijing and her plot to murder Ma Dayuan without preparation. Wu Long sneered,

"Madam Ma, tell me, are mooncakes tastier when they're savory or sweet?"

Kang Min's face changed drastically. This was her conversation with Bai Shijing about their adultery. How did he know? Thinking of his terrifying power just now, could it be… could he really be a ghost or a god?!

"You… what nonsense are you spouting… let me go!!"

Wu Long was too lazy to waste words with her. Showing no mercy, he slapped Kang Min so hard she dared not cry out again, then dragged her by the hands towards Qiao Feng. Half of her body scraped against the uneven ground, her clothes torn, with traces of blood still visible. She had never suffered such torment before, and she cried incessantly, a heartbreaking sight. Seeing his ruthlessness, the Beggars' Sect members all cried out:

"Boy, what are you doing? Release Madam Ma!"

"You villain, release her!"

Wu Long sneered, his palm swirling and then exploding outwards, unleashing a powerful roar that swept through like a whirlwind, sending anyone who approaching flying several meters away.

"Hmph! I, Wu Long, am right here. Anyone who dares to challenge me can come at me—!"

A final, deep, wild roar erupted from his throat, piercing the sky like an arrow, then spreading out like a raging torrent. The wild, powerful roar echoed through the mountains, like a thunderclap, rolling and spreading, sweeping across the entire world, shaking the air, shaking the forests, clearly audible for dozens of miles; the ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble slightly, as if startled; the surrounding trees shook violently, the dust that had accumulated on them falling like rain.

This roar was none other than the Lion's Roar of Shaolin, unleashed by Wu Long. Instantly, all the Beggars' Sect disciples fell to the ground, their faces deathly pale. Wu Long tossed Kang Min aside beside Qiao Feng, saying,

"Brother, you can handle this wicked woman."

Qiao Feng was puzzled by Wu Long's actions and asked,

"Second Brother, although I'm no longer the leader of the Beggars' Sect, why are you treating such a weak woman like my sister-in-law like this?"

Wu Long replied,

"Brother! Do you know that everything that happened today was instigated by this vicious woman? She's the mastermind behind it all."

Qiao Feng exclaimed in surprise,

"Second Brother, what do you mean?"

Kang Min cried out, "Uncle, save me! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Wu Long coldly smiled and said...

"Still talking tough even when you're about to die? If you don't tell me today, I'll sever your tendons, cut you all over, and pour honey water into your wounds to attract ants to bite you, making you suffer for days and nights, wishing you were dead. Of course, I'll take special care of your pretty face."

With each sentence, Kang Min felt a chill creep into her heart. She instinctively knew he would do what he said. The thought of her body covered in ants made her tremble. A'Zhu and A'Bi also gasped, clearly terrified. Wu Long turned and gave them a gentle smile, then looked coldly at Kang Min again. Kang Min saw that Wu Long alone had deterred hundreds of Beggar Clan members from approaching, and her heart sank. She never imagined there would be someone like Wu Long, so unpredictable and with such terrifying martial arts skills. What frightened her most was his apparent foresight.

Seeing Wu Long's serious expression, Qiao Feng, somewhat doubtful, asked,

"Sister-in-law, did you really kill Chief Ma? Did you arrange everything today? Why? I've never disrespected you in any way." Kang Min, knowing she couldn't escape today, glared fiercely and said hatefully, "You insist on asking?"

Qiao Feng replied, "Yes, I must."

Kang Min spat and said, "I'm in this state today because of you! You arrogant, conceited beast who doesn't respect others! You worse than a pig or a dog, Khitan barbarian! After you die, may you fall into the eighteenth level of hell, tormented by evil spirits every day! Why didn't you dare pour honey water on my wounds?" "You bastard, you son of a bitch..." Her curses grew increasingly vicious, clearly filled with pent-up resentment that she had to unleash. Eventually, her language became a cacophony of vulgarities, filthy and utterly incomprehensible.

The three women, A'Zhu and A'Bi, initially felt pity for her and somewhat blamed Wu Long for his cruelty towards women, but hearing her venomous insults, they found it utterly unbelievable. Qiao Feng, having grown up among beggars, was accustomed to all sorts of profanity. In his drunken revelry, he often joined in with the others, swearing and cursing. But to see Kang Min, usually so refined and elegant, curse so fiercely and viciously was a complete surprise. Many of these obscene words were ones he had never heard before. He remained silent, waiting for her to finish her tirade. Her face, initially pale, flushed red after this excited outburst, her eyes gleaming with joy. After cursing for a while longer, her voice gradually softened, and she finally said:

"Qiao Feng, you scoundrel! You've brought me to this state! Just wait and see what your fate will be!"

Qiao Feng said calmly.

"Are you done cursing? This is our first meeting, and I really can't understand why you harbor so much resentment towards me."

Kang Min said bitterly,

"Ha! You said that this was our first meeting outside Wuxi, and that's all it was about? Yes, it was all because of that. You arrogant, self-important fellow who thinks you're the best in the world, you son of a bitch!"

She continued her barrage of curses for a long time.

Qiao Feng let her rant until she was hoarse before asking, "Have you had enough?" Kang Min said bitterly, "I'll never be done! You... you arrogant fool! Even if you were the emperor, it wouldn't make you anything special." Qiao Feng said,

"That's right, even if you were the emperor, what would it make you special? I've never thought I was invincible. It's my second brother's martial arts that deserve the title of invincible. "

Kang Min shuddered at the thought of Wu Long's terrifying power, but still couldn't help but blurt out,

"You say today is our first meeting? Humph, didn't you see me at the Hundred Flowers Festival in Luoyang?" Qiao

Feng was taken aback. The Hundred Flowers Festival in Luoyang was two years ago. He had gone to the festival with his Beggar Clan brothers, playing drinking games and having a great time, but he couldn't recall ever seeing her there. He said, "Brother Ma did go that time, but he didn't bring you to see me."

Kang Min scolded,

"What are you? You're just the leader of a bunch of beggars, what makes you so arrogant? That day at the Hundred Flowers Festival, I stood by the yellow peony, and every hero and hero in the festival gave me a second glance. If you really didn't see me, that's fine, I won't blame you. You clearly saw me, but you just ignored me, your eyes swept over my face without lingering for a moment, as if I were no different from any other ordinary woman." "Hypocrite, shameless scoundrel."

Chapter 68 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Torture Her 1

Qiao Feng gradually understood the situation and said:

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

Kang Min said fiercely:

"Don't you have eyes? No matter how famous a hero is, he will look me up and down. Some highly respected people, even if they don't dare to look me in the eye, will still steal a few glances at me when no one is looking. Only you, only you... Hmph, out of more than a thousand men in the Hundred Flowers Gathering, only you didn't look at me from beginning to end. You are the big boss of the Beggars' Sect, a world-renowned hero." "At the Luoyang Hundred Flowers Festival, you are the foremost among the men, and naturally, I am the foremost among the women. You don't even give me a proper look. What use is my pride in my beauty if you think I'm so beautiful? Even if over a thousand people are infatuated with me, how can I feel at ease?"

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

Kang Min, hearing this, felt a surge of anger and shouted,

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

Qiao Feng turned around and said coldly:

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

Kang Min had already gone all out:

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

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

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

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

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

Qiao Feng sighed and said,

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

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

Kang Min laughed maniacally,

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

lecher who came up with it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Qiao Feng replied,

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

Although he had been betrayed by everyone today, he was ultimately a hero and didn't care about the so-called leader's position, nor did he harbor any hatred towards the Beggars' Sect. He knew that the Beggars' Sect had no one to rely on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wu Long readily agreed, but secretly chuckled to himself:

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

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

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

Wu Long laughed,

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

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

"What does the young hero need?"

Wu Long continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thinking this, Wu Long, wanting to embarrass them, secretly flicked a few pebbles, aiming them at the legs of Helian Tieshu's horse and the back of Yue Laosan, the Crocodile God of the South Sea.

Suddenly, the beggars heard the horse neigh mournfully, its front legs buckling. Yue Laosan, meanwhile, suddenly collapsed, his legs giving way, letting out a cry of pain. The beggars burst into deafening laughter.

Just as Helian Tieshu was about to fall, he gently pressed down on the horse's back, his body floating up, his legs outstretched, gracefully landing on the ground, standing with his hands behind his back. He scanned the room and coldly asked, "Who launched this sneak attack? Step forward!"

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

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

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

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

"It's you!"

Wu Long smiled and said,

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

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

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

He then turned to Helian Tieshu and said,

"General, I have to go!"

He leaped up suddenly, took off running, and roared angrily. The roars receded like a receding tide, gradually fading into the distance, yet the force was powerful and fierce. Just from the roars, one could tell this man's martial arts were extraordinary; at this moment, only Elder Xu and Elder Chuan Gong, along with two or three others in the Beggars' Sect, could possibly withstand him. However, upon seeing Wu Long, they didn't even have the courage to fight and simply left, their fear of Wu Long's martial arts growing even stronger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Beggars' Sect members cried out:

"Oh no! The Tartars are causing trouble!"

"What's in my eyes?"

"I can't open my eyes!"

Everyone's eyes stung, and tears streamed down their faces. It turned out that in that instant, the Western Xia people had spread "Sad Breeze" in the Apricot Grove. It was a colorless and odorless poison gas, made from poisonous substances collected from the Joyful Valley of the Great Snow Mountain in Western Xia. It was usually stored in bottles, and when used, the antidote was already inserted into the noses of those who used it. When the bottle was uncorked, the poison vaporized and escaped like a gentle breeze, undetectable even to the most astute. By the time the eyes started to sting, the poison had already entered their brains. After being poisoned, tears streamed down their faces, a condition known as "sorrow"; they were completely paralyzed, a condition known as "numbness"; and the poison gas was colorless and odorless, known as "gentle breeze." A series of "thuds" and "ouch" sounds filled the air as the beggars collapsed to the ground.

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

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!" Wu Long sneered, then swiftly struck the Western Xia warrior in the chest. The Western Xia warrior's strength was even inferior to that of a Beggar Clan elder, so he was no match for Wu Long. Moreover, he was convinced that Wu Long and the others were already poisoned by the "Sorrow, Numbness, and Gentle Breeze" poison; he never expected this sudden attack.

With a series of cracking sounds, the warrior's ribs were clearly all broken, and he was sent flying. With a thud, the frozen corpse of the Western Xia warrior, after flying more than twenty meters, collapsed at Helian Tieshu's feet, his eyes wide open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Flame Blade?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wu Long scoffed,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wu Long laughed,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 1: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter 70: Torturing Her 3.

Wu Long sneered:

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

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

Murong Fu couldn’t help but shiver. His pupils contracted rapidly, flashing a tangible glint of light. He braced himself, releasing his aura to desperately resist the relentless onslaught of the opponent’s killing intent. Murong Fu felt a terrifying pressure. A wind suddenly rose between them, and the leaves on the ground tumbled and swirled in the wind, occasionally drifting into the air and flying through the gaps between them. A great battle was imminent, but Wu Long still looked at his opponent with a relaxed, cold smile, while Murong Fu's nose was already covered in fine beads of sweat.

He couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, his fighting spirit would be completely shattered by his opponent. Then, when the fight started, his skills would be severely hampered, leaving him helpless and at the mercy of his opponent. He swiftly drew his blade, aiming straight for Wu Long's throat, clearly intending to kill him instantly, showing no mercy. Like a tiger descending a mountain, this was the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber technique. The most important aspect of this saber technique was its imposing presence; once intimidated by the enemy's aura, defeat was inevitable!

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

Wu Long stood proudly in place, like a war god, his imposing aura rising and falling, sometimes visible, sometimes not. His clothes billowed wildly in the wind, and his eyes flashed with a sharp, razor-sharp light, his body brimming with boundless, explosive energy. A scorching power coursed through his muscles, like a wolf ready to pounce, awaiting the final moment to unleash a fatal blow. Almost instantly, just as Murong Fu's blade struck, a burst of light erupted, a phantom-like light surging and flowing, traveling a thousand miles. The moment the blade reached him, Murong Fu's body blurred into a blur.

Murong Fu only felt a dazzling light, which twisted in mid-air, then transformed into a bolt of lightning, tearing through the limitations of space, instantly traversing the limited distance between them, and striking him. The soul-piercing shriek was like the wailing of a ghost, sending chills down one's spine.

He reacted with remarkable agility, his right hand flashing as he appeared before the lightning bolt. With a clang, the two blades clashed, and the immense power Wu Long had accumulated within them erupted from the point of contact, surging forth like a tidal wave, unstoppable.

Murong Fu was greatly alarmed and quickly employed the seventh level of the "Shifting Stars" technique, gradually drawing the opponent's force into his dantian. Suddenly, he let out a long roar that shook the entire arena, unleashing his inner force in a counterattack. It was like a vast lake bursting its banks during a flash flood, the floodwaters rushing out, not only deflecting Wu Long's palm strike but also unleashing his own inner force. The two forces combined, creating a powerful gust of wind that made it difficult for onlookers to breathe.

Wu Long exclaimed,

"What a brilliant 'Shifting Stars' technique!"

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

"Why do you know 'Shifting Stars'?"

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

"Who is your wife?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In truth, Murong Fu wasn't as useless as Wu Long made him out to be. At least no one present could compare to him; even Qiao Feng would find it difficult to defeat him. However, the moment he made a move, he encountered someone like Wu Long, who was impervious to blades and spears, whose skill far surpassed his own, and who even knew his family's secret techniques. His own advantages were completely wasted, and he was utterly defeated.

"Hmph, I will surely repay your humiliation today!"

After uttering these polite words, Murong Fu used all his lightness skill and disappeared instantly. Wu Long didn't chase after him, but merely sneered.

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

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

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

Unfortunately, Wu Long didn't let him off the hook and kicked him again. With a thud, like kicking a broken ball, Helian Tieshu's body flew a long way, scraping the ground, and finally crashed into the huge trunk of the tree. He let out a miserable groan, vomited blood, and was on the verge of death before losing consciousness. After doing this, Wu Long looked at Qiao Feng and said:

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

Qiao Feng sighed as he looked at the corpses on the ground and the poisoned members of the Beggars' Sect.

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

Wu Long nodded and reached out to touch Helian Tieshu.

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