[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 19

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 78: A'Zhu's Sacrifice for Dual Cultivation Healing 2

"A'Zhu, don't be surprised, it's me."

"Young Master, what's going on with us?"

"I'm not quite sure either. It's probably because of my spiritual power. I can sense you, so I enter your heart, your spiritual magnetic field, and then we can communicate."

"Ah, Young Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

"No need to understand. Actually, I'm not quite sure myself. Just know that we're in sync. Alright, I'm going to use the dual cultivation technique now. You don't need to think about anything, just enjoy it."

With that, Wu Long flipped over and pinned A'Zhu down. A'Zhu's naked body was visible, her firm and exquisite breasts heaving in front of her chest, like a pair of large, ripe peaches. Her fair and rosy skin was flawless, like a fine jade carving, exquisite and translucent. Her small, angular red lips were open, as if calling for help, making one want to take a bite immediately.

A smooth, soft neck, a flat, delicate abdomen, shapely, long thighs, full, firm buttocks, and a well-proportioned, curvaceous figure. Azhu felt as if struck by lightning, overwhelmed by a man's scent. In an instant, his hot body pressed against hers, pressing down tightly, creating an unbearable pressure, especially on her high, firm breasts. She felt a tightness in her chest, and a strange, heavy breathing filled her senses!

Wu Long gently began to thrust, Azhu's warm flesh enveloping his member, waves of heat surging through her, her excitement rising higher and higher. Wu Long slowly thrust back and forth, Azhu's face flushed crimson, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

Wu Long kissed Azhu, his hands caressing her breasts. As time passed, finally, his entire member entered Azhu's body. His entire being felt pampered, his whole body feeling comfortable. Azhu had grown accustomed to Wulong's presence. With each thrust, she began to gently sway her hips in response. Gradually, Wulong's movements became more vigorous, and Azhu's responses grew stronger, her moans louder, and Wulong's pleasure intensified. Azhu's eyes were tightly closed, her legs wrapped tightly around Wulong's waist, her arms embracing him tightly, passionately responding to his movements.

Azhu's heart was filled with a shy, intoxicating bliss. She felt something hard, large, hot, and long gradually entering her body. A sweet yet tingling pain made her wince, and she let out a soft moan. Two glistening tears streamed from her tightly closed, star-like eyes. With a powerful thrust, Wulong's thick member plunged deep into Azhu's honeypot. "Ah!" Wulong felt his member completely inside Azhu's honeypot, occupying every inch of that deep, fiery, tight, and delicate girl's flower path. Under Azhu's tearful gaze, after a brief silence, he swiftly thrust into her tight, delicate honeypot.

Wu Long's powerful body throbbed against Azhu's beautiful form, his member pounding within her exceptionally tight and tender honeypot, while Azhu, beneath him, writhes shyly, her snow-white body both resisting and welcoming, her bright red cherry lips slightly parted, uttering soft moans and gasps.

Suddenly, he bent down and took her engorged, erect, rosy nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently swirling around it, sucking wildly, while one hand grasped and kneaded her other trembling, soft, snow-white breast. Azhu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pearly teeth biting lightly, her face flushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. As his thick member gradually penetrated her flawless, beautiful body, a dizzying surge of intense pleasure coursed through her, the elegant beauty panting and moaning softly.

As Wu Long ravaged her, A Zhu writhed uncontrollably, responding with soft moans. Her long, slender, jade-like legs sometimes lifted slightly, sometimes lay flat, wrapped around his waist, tightening and lifting slightly with each thrust and withdrawal of his penis. Her beautiful face, more delicate than a flower, flushed with a fiery blush. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she cried out softly, moaning and panting. Her soft, snow-white arms clung tightly to Wu Long's broad shoulders, and her delicate, pretty hands dug into his muscles, striving to receive Ding Chao Wu's rain and dew.

Wu Long's fiery, rod-like member thrust in and out of her honeyed orifice, a wave of heat emanating from his lower body, spreading throughout her entire being, painting layers of blush on A Zhu's dazzlingly white and beautiful body. Her body trembled involuntarily, her high, firm breasts heaving and undulating like waves, creating a soft, surging display of milk. Fragrant sweat dripped from her body like rain, mingling with the intoxicating, soul-stirring scent of the bed, amidst the plaintive, almost weeping sounds of their lovemaking.

A series of rapid, rhythmic thrusts, gasps, and moans filled the air as their bodies swayed even more violently, fragrant sweat splattering, the air thick with a unique aroma, filling the entire room. After an unknown amount of time, Azhu felt the enormous thing, completely filling her tight, secret cave, penetrating deeper and deeper into her honeypot. After a series of violent thrusts, she found her lower body becoming increasingly wet and slippery. With each wild and deep thrust, the thing roughly parted her soft, tightly closed, incredibly tender flower bud, the large, round, burning hot head roughly squeezing into the small, tight opening of her honeypot, separating the mucous membranes and tender flesh inside, deeply piercing into that hot, dark, narrow honeypot, even penetrating the shyly blooming, delicate stamen. The tip of the head just touched it.

A series of soul-stirring kneading movements, Azhu couldn't withstand the intense stimulation and let out a rapid, delicate cry and panting. Her soft, boneless, delicate skin convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably, her tender vaginal walls clinging tightly to the deeply inserted, thick penis, contracting and clenching involuntarily.

Wu Long thrust wildly, pounding into her convulsing vagina, his head plunging into her tight opening with each powerful thrust. Soon, A Zhu's flushed face turned ashen, her cherry-like lips emitting rapid, mournful cries that were both arousing and intoxicating. "Ah!" With a poignant, ecstatic cry, her narrow opening gripped the large, hot head tightly, her heart spinning, her mind blank. A soft, alluring cry escaped her tender, red lips, and she finally reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Azhu let out soft, involuntary moans and cries, burying her beautiful, aroused head in his shoulder. Her full, firm breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her long, slender, and graceful legs wrapped tightly around Wu Long's back, gripping his waist tightly, lest she fall off. Azhu trembled all over, and streams of hot, primordial fluid gushed out. Her moans gradually subsided, and she seemed to drift into a daze, her private parts trembling continuously, gushing forth. Xiao Long felt waves of pleasure wash over him as he was gushed with the hot, primordial fluid, and he shuddered involuntarily, as if he too were about to ejaculate. Wu Long's penis was gripped even tighter, feeling even more comfortable. "

Wu Long's clone generated a peculiar attraction, absorbing all of A Zhu's precious virgin yin essence, transforming it into a stream of cold true energy flowing towards Wu Long's dantian. At this moment, Wu Long also reached his climax. His seminal vesicle released, but instead of ejaculating, it was completely transformed into a stream of hot true energy at the tip of his clone, just like the virgin yin essence, flowing towards his dantian as well. A Zhu trembled continuously as it was directly hit. The two streams of true energy, one cold and one hot, converged at his dantian. The two streams of true energy intertwined and swirled together like a vortex. As the fusion gradually expanded, it also drew in the original true energy within Wu Long's body." It began to spin. Finally, all the true energy merged together.

The true energy flowed throughout his body, gradually repairing Wu Long's damaged meridians, and then flowed back to his dantian. However, the returning true energy did not stop at the dantian, but rather flowed through the dantian, and then through Wu Long's clone, into A Zhu's body. This true energy first combined with the basic true energy in A Zhu's dantian; then, it flowed along the meridians throughout A Zhu's body. The way the true energy circulated within A Zhu's body was the same as the way Wu Long circulated when he practiced. In other words, A Zhu was now as if she were practicing Wu Long's martial arts.

Wu Long's true energy flowed continuously towards A Zhu through the point of their union. This true energy was also gradually transforming A Zhu's meridians, breaking down any blockages. As the true energy increased, more and more meridians were opened. Finally, because A Zhu's own true energy was too weak, she was unable to open the Ren and Du meridians. However, all other meridians were opened. At this point, it was as if a balance had been reached; Wu Long's true energy no longer flowed towards A Zhu. After circulating through A Zhu's body for nine cycles, the true energy gradually returned to Wu Long's dantian. Of course, a considerable portion of the true energy remained within A Zhu's body.

Wu Long felt that some acupoints that were not normally open were suddenly opened by the unique true energy of Wu Long and A Zhu, thus connecting all the meridians in his body into a unified whole. The true energy could circulate freely within it, yet there was no danger of qi deviation—a truly miraculous feat.

Wu Long couldn't tell how many times his true energy had circulated. Suddenly, he felt his 'Yongquan' acupoint on the soles of his feet and his 'Niwan Palace' on the top of his head jump at the same time. It felt as if true energy was surging into his feet from the 'Yongquan' acupoint, while his 'Niwan Palace' seemed to have opened a gap, and a stream of true energy was also overflowing. What surprised Wu Long even more was that his consciousness also ran out of his body from the 'Niwan Palace' along with that stream of true energy.

Wu Long was greatly surprised. As his consciousness overflowed from his 'Niwan Palace' (a point on the back of his head), he suddenly felt a bright light and discovered that he could clearly see everything around him. This was completely different from sensing with his spiritual power. Wu Long realized that everything around him had changed again. The entire space was within his perception, and every flower, plant, and tree seemed to have come alive. He could even sense their vigorous vitality. Not only that, but there were other kinds of life forces in this space. Suddenly, he understood that it was human life force. So human life force was so different from that of plants! Human life force was like a ball of fire, more like a life magnetic field, radiating its amazing energy, while plant life force was relatively cold, like a tranquil spring.

Wu Long's consciousness returned to his body, and his 'Yongquan' (a point on the back of his head) and 'Niwan Palace' (a point on the back of his head) closed. Although Wu Long tried to reopen them, he ultimately failed. Wu Long could only attribute everything that had just happened to chance. After the true energy circulated within Wu Long and A Zhu's bodies for several more cycles, Wu Long slowly slowed down his cultivation. He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was A Zhu's pretty face covered in sweat. Thinking of everything that had just happened to her and what she was doing for him, Wu Long couldn't help but feel a surge of

tenderness . [ps: Indeed, while writing the book, I suddenly realized that the concept of that chapter seemed somewhat similar to that of "The Prodigal Son," so I quoted some text for speed, oops, but there was absolutely no plagiarism.]

Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World Chapter 79 A Zhu's Sacrifice for Dual Cultivation Healing 3 [Excerpt]

After a long while, A Zhu awoke from the afterglow of her climax, as if she were still immersed in that unparalleled beauty. She slowly awoke, feeling languid and weak all over, every inch of her skin still feeling tingly. Only then did she realize that she was still limp in Wu Long's arms, both of them completely naked, even tightly kissing each other!

She gently braced herself against the edge of the bed, trying to sit up, but every effort brought aches and pains throughout her body. Every inch of her skin felt like it hadn't had enough rest; her limbs were weak, especially her waist and groin, a constant reminder of how intense her recent encounter had been… She

saw Wu Long's eyes fixed on her. She thought of him—the man who had made her moan and groan, who had ravaged her until she cried out in pleasure, who had given her the intoxicating climax of sexual intercourse. A'Zhu's face flushed crimson, her cheeks rosy, her heart filled with shy tenderness. She wanted to wrap herself in the blanket, but Wu Long smiled and stopped her. His large hands gently caressed A'Zhu's delicate skin. Her snow-white skin, as beautiful as flower petals, was wantonly caressed by Wu Long. A'Zhu, her heart filled with shyness, was now helpless against his touch. Her tender skin trembled involuntarily at the slightest touch, her beautiful face turning bright red, her heart overflowing with shyness.

Her breathing was still shallow, and the captivating blush on her face had not faded. Her body remained soft and warm, with fine beads of fragrant sweat on her delicate skin. The Emperor leaned against her chest, clearly hearing her rapid heartbeat. Seeing A'Zhu even more stunning after receiving his love, he couldn't resist and began to touch her again. One hand caressed her snowy breasts, while the other squeezed between her legs…

Amidst A Zhu’s barely audible moans and the trembling of her body, Wu Long’s hand roamed incessantly. A Zhu suddenly felt dizzy and her whole body went limp. A Zhu was in the prime of her youth, her heart just beginning to awaken to love; how could she resist the temptation of a man? Moreover, Wu Long, with his demeanor, youthful promise, and superb martial arts skills, was exactly the ideal lover she had always dreamed of, the object of her secret affections. That’s why she was willing to offer her virginity to save him.

Although he already had A Bi, in that era, men, especially powerful ones, often had multiple wives and concubines. Therefore, even if Wu Long had a wife, that couldn’t be a reason for A Zhu to refuse. Besides, love needs no reason.

A Zhu half-heartedly resisted, letting out a soft "hmm," her entire body leaning helplessly against his chest, her breathing rapid, her cheeks flushed like blooming camellias. Her passionate reaction immediately captivated Wu Long. Wu Long felt the heat and fragrance emanating from A Zhu's body, causing his blood to surge and a strange change to occur in his lower body. He held A Zhu tightly in his arms and kissed her cherry lips. A Zhu responded gently, and the two kissed. Wu Long sucked out A Zhu's delicate tongue, savoring it slowly in his mouth, while his left hand roamed over her body. In just a moment, A Zhu was driven mad by his kisses, panting, trembling, and dizzy in his hands.

A Zhu's hair was disheveled, and she moaned breathlessly, "Young Master Wu... I... feel so good... I love you..."

"A Zhu, I love you too. Call me husband..." Wu Long whispered, kissing her half-naked, alabaster-like breasts.

"Husband?!"

A Zhu was startled, trembling under his fiery kisses, tightly hugging his waist to meet his thrusts, feeling lost and intoxicated.

Wu Long, burning with desire, carried A Zhu in his arms and walked to the bedside. Wu Long placed A Zhu on the bed and reached out to unbutton her clothes. A Zhu was startled and shrank back into the bed, whispering, "Husband...don't..."

Wu Long climbed onto the bed, embraced A Zhu, and smiled, saying, "You call me husband, how could I ever betray you? If I ever do, may I die a horrible death."

A Zhu covered his mouth with her small hand, shyly laughing, "Don't say that, I...I believe you...it's just...I'm a virgin, I can't bear your affection anymore."

As she spoke, she covered her face with her hands, her shyness quite adorable. Wu Long saw the striking red blood from her virginity and knew she truly couldn't take it anymore. Although he was injured this time, he felt a surge of pleasure; he had finally fulfilled a wish and completely possessed A Zhu.

Wu Long affectionately kissed her rosy cheek, comforting her, "If you really can't bear it, let's rest for a while, shall we?"

A'Zhu suddenly grabbed his arm, her voice trembling, "

Husband... I can endure it... your injuries are more important."

Wu Long hesitated for a moment, a warm feeling welling up inside him

, and said, "Yes, let's rest for a while. My injuries have improved considerably, but a full recovery is impossible. After all, while dual cultivation healing is very effective, it's not a magic pill. That woman's attack was extremely heavy. I could only hold onto my life; it's my nature to prioritize survival. My heart meridian is temporarily reconnected, but I can't use my internal energy."

A'Zhu exclaimed,

"Then what should we do?"

Her voice trembled, clearly very worried about Wu Long's injuries. Wu Long said,

"Ordinary doctors are useless against this injury, but there is someone in the martial world who can cure it—the Divine Physician Xue."

A'Zhu asked,

"Him?"

A'Zhu had long heard that Doctor Xue was the foremost physician of his time, but the title "Divine Physician" was so famous that even his real name was forgotten. Legends in the martial arts world were even more exaggerated, claiming he could revive the dead, and as for the living, no matter how severe their injuries or illnesses, he always had a way to cure them. This caused great headaches for Yama, the King of Hell, who sent his messengers to arrest people, but Doctor Xue often thwarted their attempts, intercepting and abducting them. This Doctor Xue was not only a divine healer, but also a skilled martial artist. He loved to befriend people in the martial arts world, and after treating someone, he would often ask them for a move or two of his martial arts. Those who were grateful for his life would naturally teach him their most prized skills without reservation. Wu Long laughed,

"Yes, with his treatment and my innate true energy, I'll recover quickly."

A'Zhu was relieved. Wu Long hugged her and said,

"A'Zhu, since you're already mine, let me tell you about myself. I returned home from a very distant country..."

Wu Long told A'Zhu about his fall into this world, finally saying,

"Now, including you, I have several women. Don't you regret it?"

A'Zhu said softly,

"It's common for men to have multiple wives and concubines. I don't have any complaints. It's just that I'm an orphan, bought from a concubine and later sent to Yanziwu as a maid. My status is low. I hope you won't look down on me."

Wu Long laughed,

"Silly girl, your status isn't low at all. And all my women are treated equally; that's my most basic principle. A'Zhu, people don't spring from stones, so you should have parents too. Shall we go find them in a while?"

A'Zhu asked excitedly,

"Really?"

Wu Long laughed.

"Of course it's true. Anyway, I have plenty of time, and it's wonderful to be able to travel around with my beloved."

Although Wu Long's words weren't sweet, his sincere tone was the most touching love confession to A Zhu. Excitedly, she gave Wu Long a sweet kiss. Wu Long said,

"Okay, A Zhu, in a couple of days, we'll go find Xue Shensheng."

"Enzi, isn't A Bi going?"

"A Bi, stay here for now. Traveling in the martial world is too dangerous. A Bi and Wu Long are too weak. I didn't want you to go, but I need your disguise skills for something."

"What is it?"

"Hehe, you'll find out when the time comes, baby. Rest well, then we'll do what we need to do."

A Zhu's long, straight black hair fell over her bare shoulders and spread across the white pillow. Her captivating eyes gazed at Wu Long, her pink, thin lips slightly parted, as if eagerly anticipating and calling for Wu Long to savor her.

Beneath her long, slender, and soft jade neck, as smooth as velvet, were rounded and smooth fragrant shoulders. Her delicate breasts, like solidified jade, stood proudly with peaks as smooth as solidified cream. Her slender waist was so small that it could be encircled by a single hand. In the center of her charmingly taut abdomen was a shallow dimple that tempted the imagination. Her plump and rounded buttocks were deeply embedded in the soft silk quilt as she leaned back slightly. Her snow-white and slender jade legs were crossed and closed, but due to A Zhu's unintentional slight movement, they vaguely revealed a hint of spring in the depths of a young girl's secluded garden.

Meeting Wu Long's eager gaze, A Zhu meekly raised her fragrant lips, offering them with tender, sweet breath. Wu Long, naturally, didn't hesitate. His eyes lit up with desire, and he lowered his head without reservation, kissing her soft, sweet lips. At the same time, he extended his tongue, parting A Zhu's teeth and tracing her delicate pink lips, their tongues gently intertwining and caressing each other tenderly. They greedily sucked the sweet nectar from each other's mouths.

Wu Long's hands, of course, were also restless. Since his lips were on A Zhu's fragrant lips and his chest was pressed against her soft breasts, it was inconvenient to insert his hands. Therefore, he had to abandon this beautiful scene and seek a better position. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult; such a charming A Zhu was beautiful everywhere! Wu Long pressed his broad chest against her firm, snow-white breasts, feeling their softness and fullness. His hands then moved directly to Wanwan's smooth, delicate abdomen, exploring A Zhu's hidden valley.

A Zhu, in a daze, felt the shyness of a young girl's instinct. She tried to stop him with her hands, but it was too late. By touch alone, Wu Long knew it was the mysterious paradise of this stunning beauty, entwined with lush, fragrant grass that enveloped her tender, moist vulva. Her jade stream was still glistening with fragrant dew, and her pink, alluring pearl gradually peeked out, slightly revealing itself outside her pink lips, wet and tempting to the touch. Wu Long pressed himself closer to her, wanting to feel this perfect body.

He kissed her snow-white face, her beautiful neck, her smooth shoulders, sucking on the two rosy, tender cherries on A Zhu's pert breasts. His hands caressed every inch of A Zhu's body; the whiteness and softness of her beautiful and pure body plunged him into a vortex of lust. With a painful moan from A Zhu, Wu Long's erect and hard member once again accurately and powerfully penetrated the warm and narrow valley of the exquisite beauty.

A Zhu still struggled to suppress the painful groans in her throat. His swollen and thick member was tightly surrounded and squeezed by the beautiful and constricted secret passage of the beauty, without a single gap, making it difficult to move. The beauty writhed violently, her long and beautiful legs trembling and bending, struggling to climb the bed and quilt, her buttocks pulled back, sinking deep into the quilt.

Her slender and delicate hands desperately pushed against Wu Long's thick chest, pushing outward with all her might. Naturally, A'Zhu also experienced some pleasure at this moment, but at the same time, a stronger craving and intoxicating desire also strongly impacted the originally pure and beautiful woman. At this moment, A'Zhu was completely overwhelmed by the vortex of lust, craving further intoxication and succumbing...

Chapter 80 of the First Part: Fallen Dragon World: Poppies Bloom, Crimson and Purple

Together Not Allow the Cup to Be Deep and the Amber Thick, Before Intoxication, the Intent Melts, The Sparse Bell Already Responds

to the Evening Wind. The Incense of the Agarwood Fades, the Soul's Dream is Broken, The Cold-Repelling Golden Hairpin Loosens, When Awake,

Only the Red Candle Flower Remains. Outside Suzhou City, by the Taihu Lake, under the weeping willows, a loving couple walked hand in hand on the shimmering shore of the Taihu Lake. The man was about thirty years old, tall and slender, wearing a blue robe, but he had a horse-like face, narrow eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips. His features were extremely awkward when put together, making him quite ugly. In contrast, the woman, dressed in a lotus-colored brocade dress, had a slender and graceful figure, delicate eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, and a round nose. Her beauty was unparalleled, rivaling even the fairies descending from the heavens. This couple attracted constant glances from passersby, who sighed inwardly, lamenting that a beautiful flower had been wasted on a worthless object. However, the couple seemed oblivious to the stares, remaining deeply in love.

The man carried a strange instrument on his back—a violin. His identity was revealed: Wu Long and A Zhu. Wu Long knew the He Shi Bi was incredibly precious, and the mysterious palace maid wouldn't let him go easily. To avoid unnecessary trouble, he had A Zhu disguise herself as an ordinary Chinese man—no, an ugly one. A Zhu's disguise was subtle, and although she remained beautiful, she looked quite different from before.

After recovering from his injuries for a few days, Wu Long bid farewell to A Bi and Madam Wang. During this time, their relationship had deepened, and A Zhu had become even more attached to Wu Long. Wu Long's violin played a crucial role in this. Knowing from A Bi that Wu Long was not only a skilled martial artist but also a talented musician, A Zhu pestered him to play for her. Wu Long readily agreed and played "The Butterfly Lovers" for her.

This timeless classic deeply captivated A Zhu: "Rainbows stretch for miles, flowers bloom, butterflies flutter among the blossoms, inseparable for a thousand years, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai." A Zhu was mesmerized and begged Wu Long to play it again. Wu Long then told her the poignant love story, which filled A Zhu with heartache and sorrow, making her even more attached to Wu Long and feeling incredibly fortunate.

However, Wu Long then encountered some trouble, as both A Zhu and A Bi wanted to learn the violin. Wu Long had no

choice but to become their teacher again. After patiently instructing them for two days, he finally decided to go and search for news of Doctor Xue. "Husband, the scenery here is so beautiful. In the future, we will build a house by this lake, where we can farm and weave every day. In our spare time, you can play the violin for me..."

A Zhu said softly, her eyes filled with longing and anticipation for that idyllic life.

“Great! That kind of life is indeed very pleasant. Actually, life on the island is just like Yuan Ning’s life. Hmm, shall we eat something first? I heard that Taibai Restaurant is the most famous in this area, and it seems to be owned by Madam Wang.”

“Yes, Madam has many fields and shops. The Wang family is one of the most prominent families in the Suzhou and Hangzhou area, where wealthy people abound. Maybe in the future, we’ll even have your surname.”

Wu Long laughed and scolded,

“What are you saying? You’re treating me like a gigolo. Be careful, or I’ll have Madam punish you.”

A Zhu cutely stuck out her tongue and said,

“I wouldn’t dare. Master isn’t a gigolo, he’s a great hero, hehe.”

The two sat down together, laughing and joking. The dishes were quickly served, and Wu Long tasted them and found them quite delicious. As the two were chatting and laughing, they overheard someone at a nearby table say, "I heard that 'Enemy of Yama,' the divine physician Xue, has issued a call to arms, saying, 'Heroes who see this call are welcome to come.' He plans to deal with the villain Qiao Feng at 'Juxian Manor,' not far from Shaolin."

Wu Long and A Zhu were both startled upon hearing this, and they involuntarily looked over there. They saw three burly men in various colors sitting at a table, talking in hushed tones. However, Wu Long and A Zhu, with their profound inner strength, naturally heard everything clearly. The long-faced, burly man said,

"Qiao Feng was originally the leader of the Beggars' Sect, so why has he fallen to this state?"

The yellow-clad man who had spoken first said

, "Who says otherwise? This news came a few days ago. Qiao Feng was originally a Khitan, but somehow he infiltrated our Great Song Dynasty. A dozen days ago, the Beggars' Sect exposed his identity. To keep it a secret, he actually killed his adoptive parents, Qiao Sankui and his wife, and also killed his mentor, Master Xuanku of Shaolin Temple. He was truly inhuman. However, he overplayed his hand; not only did he fail to keep his secret, but the Shaolin monks also discovered it. Everyone then realized how ruthless Qiao Feng was. That's why Doctor Xue issued the invitation to heroes from all over the world to attend the Heroes' Gathering."

The long-bearded man who hadn't spoken said suspiciously,

"Qiao Feng has always had a reputation for chivalry, and everyone in the martial arts world respects him. How could he be a Khitan? Could he have been wronged?"

The yellow-clad man continued, "..."

“Brother Wang is right. I thought so too at first. However, Qiao Feng’s crime was discovered by the Shaolin monks that day, and it was witnessed by Abbot Xuanci, Head of the Bodhidharma Hall Xuannan, and Head of the Discipline Hall Xuanji. How could they have wronged him? Besides, Qiao Feng was learning martial arts at Shaolin. If they had wronged him, it would have greatly affected the reputation of Shaolin Temple.”

The long-bearded man nodded and said,

“Brother Lu is quite right. I only saw Qiao Feng as a chivalrous person before, but I never expected him to be so ruthless. It truly is a case of ‘those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.’ But Brother Lu, do you intend to attend this Heroes’ Gathering?”

The long-faced man shook his head and said,

“I originally wanted to go and broaden my horizons, but I have some business to attend to in Jiangnan. I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it to the Heroes’ Gathering…”

Wu Long was startled and thought to himself:

"My elder brother still wants to go to Juxian Manor, but history has changed now. I wonder if his father will come to save him." Thinking this, he became extremely anxious and used his "Crane Control Skill" to grab the long-faced giant from a distance, shouting, "When is the Heroes' Gathering?"

Although the two tables were relatively close, they were still nearly ten feet apart. At that time, both the Dragon Capturing Skill and the Crane Control Skill had been lost (Qiao Feng had used the Dragon Capturing Skill before). The people in the restaurant were shocked by this move, their faces pale, secretly thinking:

"Who is this person? His martial arts are truly terrifying."

The long-faced giant, who had been grabbed, was even more frightened, his face ashen, and he trembled as he said,

"The Heroes' Gathering will be held in two days."

Wu Long's heart tightened upon hearing this. Meanwhile, A'Zhu had already said:

“Husband, it’s still quite a distance from here to Shaolin. Shouldn’t we set off as soon as possible? We can still catch up tomorrow morning.”

Wu Long nodded and said, “Alright, that way we won’t have to search for that Doctor Xue.”

After saying that, they paid for the meal, bought some dry rations, and hired a carriage with A’Zhu to head towards Juxian Manor. The two sat quietly in the carriage, and Wu Long sighed,

“Such a heroic figure as my brother, yet he is wronged by all the heroes of the world just because he is a Khitan. The hatred between the Song and Liao dynasties runs too deep. You should know that the Song people and the Khitan people are actually not that different.”

A’Zhu echoed, “That’s right. What difference is there between the Khitan people and the Song people? They are both good and bad.”

As a maid of the Murong family, [Murong was not Han Chinese], A’Zhu didn’t feel anything was wrong about Qiao Feng being a Khitan.

Wu Long looked at A Zhu and said,

"There might be a fierce battle in a few days, so be careful."

A Zhu nodded worriedly and asked,

"Husband, is your injury suitable for fighting?"

Wu Long laughed and said,

"A Luo found me a lot of spiritual medicine. Although it's not completely healed, I can barely use forty percent of my internal energy. Plus, I've cultivated a top-tier body tempering technique, so they can't hurt me. Actually, if I hadn't been so careless last time, that girl's martial arts, although first-rate, weren't at the pinnacle and couldn't have hurt me at all. In this world, I only fear four people; they are the true peerless masters."

A Zhu had witnessed Wu Long's martial arts, which were truly like a demon god, and she was quite puzzled that he would admit that there were four people above him. Having seen a lot in the Murong family, she couldn't help but ask,

"Are those four people stronger than Master Murong?"

Wu Long laughed heartily.

“Murong Bo is a top-tier expert, but not a peerless one. If he and his son join forces, I may not be confident of victory, but I can certainly avoid defeat. Few in the world know of those four: the Nameless Old Monk, the Carefree Ancestor, the Lone Sword Demon, and the Nine Yin True Man. They are all truly peerless masters. I wonder when I can reach their level.”

He finished speaking with a wistful expression, then added, “

Let’s rest and recuperate tonight to help our elder brother tomorrow.”

A’Zhu nodded, “Alright, I’ll follow your orders, husband.”

To speed things up, they hired a luxurious four-horse carriage. Now the carriage was both fast and stable, and the two of them began to rest and recuperate inside. They traveled in

silence, and early on the third day, they arrived near Shaoshi Mountain. They ate some dry rations in the carriage, and the carriage continued its journey. After another hour or so, Juxian Manor was not far away, but the number of pedestrians on the road increased, and the carriage’s speed decreased.

Suddenly, someone by the roadside said, "I heard Qiao Feng is going to storm Juxian Manor alone today. He's really got some nerve."

Upon hearing this, Wu Long quickly ordered the driver to stop. Another person asked, "Old Ma, who told you this?"

Old Ma replied, "Brother Su, don't you know? This morning, the three gentlemen Bao Qianling, Qi Liu, and Xiang Wanghai met Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng asked them to pass on a message, saying he'd be at Juxian Manor in an hour to find 'Enemy of Yama,' Doctor Xue. Considering Qiao Feng's audacious nature, this must be true."

The other man asked, "Is Qiao Feng at Juxian Manor now?"

Old Ma replied, "It's been almost two hours now, and I don't know if Qiao Feng is still there. I was just about to go check. There are many heroes at Juxian Manor; if Qiao Feng went there, would he be able to leave?"

Hearing this, Wu Long grew anxious and asked the coachman, "How much longer until we reach Juxian Manor?" He thought to himself, "In the original story, A'Zhu stole the 'Yi Jin Jing' from Shaolin Temple and was injured by Abbot Xuanci. She was later rescued by my elder brother, which is why he went to Juxian Manor to find Xue Muhua to treat her. What is he doing here now?"

The coachman respectfully replied,

"Young master, heading north from here, it's about twenty li to Juxian Manor. However, there are more pedestrians now, and the carriage can't keep up. It will take at least half an hour to get there."

Hearing that it would take so long, Wu Long grew impatient and turned to A'Zhu, saying, "Since my elder brother has already arrived at Juxian Manor, I estimate the two sides have already clashed. I'm going to go ahead. A'Zhu, you buy this carriage and then pick up my elder brother and me."

A'Zhu was about to shake her head, but Wu Long said seriously: “Listen to me, A’Zhu. There are many experts at the Heroes’ Gathering. My elder brother has been in Juxian Manor for a long time. Although he is highly skilled in martial arts, ‘two fists can’t fight four hands.’ If my elder brother is seriously injured, even if we can rescue him alone, we won’t be able to shake off the crowd. That’s why I asked A’Zhu to drive the carriage and follow. When we rescue my elder brother, we can drive away. The people in the manor didn’t expect us to have horses, so we won’t be caught up with them for a while.”

After saying this, Wu Long thought to himself, “In the original book, it was written that when my elder brother’s father came to rescue him, he also rode a horse. Otherwise, it would be difficult to break through the encirclement while carrying a person weighing over a hundred pounds. But now there are too many variables. Who knows if my elder brother’s father will come to rescue him? And if my elder brother is seriously injured, how far can we run without a carriage? We will be caught up with sooner or later.”

Chapter 81 of the Fallen Dragon World: Poppy Blossoms, Zhu Zi Tong Fu 2.

A’Zhu knew that her martial arts were too weak and she wouldn’t be able to help even if she went. At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Wu Long lifted the carriage curtain and asked the driver. "Young master, let's take cover. There's fighting ahead."

"Oh?" Wu Long became interested. Looking ahead, he saw several people dressed in similar attire, wielding weapons, seemingly surrounding someone. However, the person in the group was quite far from the carriage, and Wu Long couldn't make out clearly. Wu Long immediately turned to A Zhu and said,

"I'm going now, A Zhu, wait for me in the woods ahead."

"Yes, my husband."

Wu Long nodded, leaped up, and flashed across several dozen feet in a flash. With a few leaps, he arrived beside the group. The driver's mouth dropped open:

"Good heavens, this old man has been blind today. This gentleman is actually a great hero of the martial world..." From afar,

Wu Long saw several martial arts figures dressed in different styles, wielding swords and knives, attacking a young woman. The girl, dressed entirely in purple, appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. She carried a gleaming green dagger, clearly poisoned, and a bulging pouch hung from her waist, suggesting it contained something important. She moved nimbly through the crowd, a playful smile on her face, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her.

Several men lay on the ground, some clutching their faces, others clutching their chests, writhing and screaming in agony. Faint traces of black blood stained the road, indicating they had been poisoned. The men were clearly afraid of the girl's dagger, avoiding her attacks. However, their martial arts skills were mediocre, while the girl's skill and agility far surpassed theirs. She treated them like monkeys, dodging and weaving, occasionally feigning to catch something and throw it to frighten them.

Wu Long, observing this clearly, had a sudden thought: Could it be A Zi?

He frowned slightly, realizing he had encountered a hot potato. It wasn't that the Xingxiu Sect chasing Azi was anything special; even if Ding Chunqiu himself came, Wu Long was absolutely certain of victory. But in Wu Long's eyes, Azi was truly a little devil. Her actions were always eccentric, her temperament unpredictable, and others could hardly fathom her. That day, when she was with Qiao Feng, she even tried to stop Wu Long from leaving her side by suddenly shooting him a poisoned needle. Fortunately, Qiao Feng dodged quickly, but accidentally injured her. That was only because of Wu Long; if it were anyone else, who knows what would have happened? Thinking of You Tanzhi's infamous "iron head," Wu Long felt a chill run down his spine.

"...If I were to accidentally fall into this little girl's hands... ah..."

Wu Long didn't even dare to think about it. But now that Azi was being chased, he couldn't just ignore it. After all, Azhu was his wife, and Duan Yu was his friend. Although Azi was clever and these people might not be able to kill her, he couldn't just stand by and watch. Moreover, A'Zhu might need her to reunite with her parents later.

Wu Long suddenly shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that he was now considered a top martial arts master, yet he was caught in a dilemma because of a little girl.

"Sigh... what am I afraid of... wouldn't people laugh at me if they found out? Humph, my martial arts are a hundred times better than hers, I have nearly a thousand years more experience than her, and I understand the world of Tianlong, why would I be afraid of her?" Although he thought this to himself, it was still partly to bolster his courage. Just then, Wu Long heard a rustling sound, and three young men descended from the treetops beside him. One of them shouted,

"What a cunning girl, actually here! Humph, today we'll capture you and take you back."

He flicked his long sword, a faint whooshing sound piercing the air, and thrust it towards the girl. The other two men did the same. Wu Long chuckled. They were actually three of the "Five Heroes of Mount Tai," whom he had seen in the Apricot Grove. However, they would never recognize Wu Long in his current appearance.

The girl scolded,

"You three clumsy bears, it took you so long to find me! You've kept me waiting!"

Though she said this, her situation was precarious. The three heroes of Mount Tai were no weaker than the girl, and with three of them, plus the others whose martial arts were mediocre, surrounding her would be a piece of cake.

The three heroes of Mount Tai had clearly suffered at the hands of this girl before, and they attacked without mercy, their moves ruthless and vicious. Besieged by three swords, the girl was immediately overwhelmed, unable to defend herself effectively. In a moment of carelessness, her trousers were slashed open by a long sword, revealing her snow-white legs. She stumbled back three steps, leaning against a tree, wildly swinging her dagger to fend off the three men's attacks. Unfortunately, the dagger was no match for the long sword; "an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous," and the girl was no match for the three men, naturally finding herself in grave danger.

Wu Long carefully examined the girl's calves, noticing their snow-white and delicate skin, which he imagined would feel wonderful to touch. He couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction, and then he scrutinized the girl's figure. Hmm, although not perfectly developed, her curves were already comparable to A Zhu's when she was a virgin. If she were to grow another year or two, she might even rival A Zhu's current figure.

Wu Long thought to himself, "Hmm, personality aside, this little vixen is quite beautiful, even surpassing her sister in some ways. If she really is A Zi, I might as well… hehe!"

Thinking this, Wu Long immediately shouted,

"Spare her life!" "

These people had already seen Wu Long, assuming he was just scared and hiding there watching the show. Little did they know Wu Long would actually intervene. The three heroes of Mount Tai turned around upon hearing this and saw Wu Long flying several feet through the air towards them. A cunning glint flashed in the girl's eyes. Taking advantage of the three's distraction, she pulled out a package from her bosom, and with a flick of her wrist, she unfurled the paper, raising a cloud of pale dust. The girl then quickly pulled out a pill and fled.

Shan Ming, one of the three heroes of Mount Tai, changed his expression and shouted, 'Be careful, it's poisoned!' He shifted his body slightly, struck out with his palm, blocking the girl's path and forcing her to retreat. He landed beside her, grabbed her wrist, and channeled his inner force to suppress her Quchi acupoint, saying,

'You woman are truly vicious!'"

The girl was immediately paralyzed, glaring at Shan Ming. Seeing the people on the ground who hadn't been able to dodge and were covered in the dust, instantly poisoned and screaming in agony, she suddenly became happy, her face beaming. Shan Ming saw the blood seeping from the fingertips of those people covering their faces and heard their screams: "

My eyes!"

"I can't see!"

He couldn't help but gasp, and roared

, "The antidote! Hand over the antidote!"

Wu Long had already pounced, unleashing his Crane Control Technique. His palm caved in, generating a tremendous suction force that instantly pulled the girl towards him. Dan Ming and the others were startled, assuming Wu Long was the girl's accomplice. The three of them immediately surrounded him. Wu Long stretched out his arm, unleashing a surge of immense internal energy. Bubbles rose in the surrounding air, as if the air itself were ablaze, swirling and forming an irresistible, immense power that forced the three heroes of Mount Tai to retreat ten steps involuntarily.

The three men's expressions changed drastically. They couldn't believe that this ugly-faced man possessed such terrifying palm power. Clearly, the Yin-Yang technique had already shown mercy. The girl, seeing Wu Long effortlessly force the three heroes back, could hardly believe her eyes. The man before her was not even thirty, yet his skill was almost on par with her master's. Having grown up in the Xingxiu Sect since childhood, she naturally believed that Ding Chunqiu's martial arts were the best in the world, and "no less than my master's" was the highest praise she could give to someone's martial arts.

Wu Long, holding the girl's hand, chuckled and said,

"Little sister, you're really pretty, but you know, girls, especially pretty girls like you, shouldn't do this kind of fighting and killing. If word gets out, it won't look like something a pretty girl would do. Be careful, or people won't want you! So, little sister, hand over the antidote, and I have something else fun to teach you, okay?"

Wu Long's smile, combined with his long face, gave anyone who saw it the creepy, cunning look that sent chills down their spines. Hearing Wu Long's words, the girl immediately beamed and wanted to clap her hands, but her hands and feet were restrained, and she couldn't move. She could only snort, glare at Wu Long, and say, "The antidote is in my arms. How can I get it if you don't let go of me?"

Wu Long used his internal energy to release her pressure points. The girl clapped her hands, pulled a small bottle from her bosom, and tossed it to the three Shan brothers, saying,

"You three idiots, give the green one to those blind guys, and the white one to those on the ground who tried to take advantage of me. If half an hour passes, they're doomed!"

One of them, Shan Ming, took both bottles, opened them, and smelled them. They smelled pleasant and he thought, "

This must be the antidote!" He was about to pour out the pills and give them to the people. Shan Ming, standing nearby, immediately stopped him, saying,

"Wait, Miss A Zi, how do we know if what's inside isn't poison?"

Wu Long chuckled. No one had seen how he snatched the bottle from Shan Ming's hand. He poured out a white pill and a green pill, swallowed them without thinking, and then handed the bottle to Shan Ming, saying,

"Now you believe me, right?"

Shan Ming's face turned bright red. Wu Long's move was truly unpredictable; he hadn't even had time to react. Dan Ming, standing to the side, snorted coldly, clearly unconvinced. However, he gritted his teeth, immediately poured out the pills, and distributed them to the poisoned individuals. After a short while, everyone indeed recovered. Their eyes no longer hurt or bled, their wounds were no longer numb or itchy, and their bodies were no longer sore or aching.

However, Azi stared wide-eyed at Wulong and asked,

"You really took those two pills?"

Wulong nodded, asking curiously, "What's wrong?"

Azi shook her head and said,

"You ugly man, you're in trouble! The 'Heart-Clearing and Vision-Enhancing Pill' and the 'Blood-Activating and Qi-Regulating Pill' have conflicting effects. You took them together, and I'm afraid..."

Wulong laughed and said,

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of any poison from the Xingxiu Sect."

Azi rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment, looking extremely cute. She rolled her lively little eyes and said,

"Hmph, bragging won't do anything. You'll know in a quarter of an hour."

Seeing that everyone had recovered, Shan Ming felt relieved. He frowned, looked at the worried Wulong and the coldly observing Wulong standing to the side, and said,

"Miss Azi, you injured quite a few of our people the other day. Please come with us to Juxian Manor!"

Azi pouted and said:

"You want me to go with you? Fine, but you have to catch me first!"

With that, he hid behind Wu Long. Shan Ming, forcing a smile, bowed to Wu Long and said,

"Master..." Wu Long impatiently interrupted him, saying,

"I'm just a peacemaker passing by. Whether Miss A Zi goes with you or not is none of my business!"

Seeing A Zi roll her eyes at him, he changed his tone, adding,

"However, if Miss A Zi insists on coming with me, then there's nothing I can do. But I can guarantee that I will bring Miss A Zi to Juxian Manor. How about that?"

"Let go..." Shan Ming was about to curse, but Shan Ming immediately stopped him, saying,

"Very well, then I'll trouble you, sir. But let me remind you two, this little girl is very vicious; she already has several lives on her hands. You'd better be careful! Farewell!"

With that, he pulled Shan Ming, the three brothers, and the others who were still in a panic, and they left together. Wu Long looked at A Zi and said, "Sister A Zi, are you satisfied now?"

A Zi stuck out her tongue and said,

"Hmm, you're a good ugly man, so I'll go with you. Unlike him, he's fierce and doesn't know how to be gentle with women."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then added,

"But I'm not going to that Juxian Manor. I accidentally killed that Young Master You, and those blind fools who offended me got poisoned and died. They must hate me to death!"

Wu Long felt a chill run down his spine: This woman is too vicious. However, although history changed, the result remained the same. You Tanzhi, your name is Tanzhi, yet you are very unlucky. Wu Long shook his head and said,

"Alright, since you don't want to go, I won't force you. But I have to go now, so you can go first if you have something to do."

To Wu Long's surprise, A Zi was very obedient. She didn't even ask him anything when he told her to follow, and obediently followed behind him. Wu Long was starting to doubt whether the person he had rescued was the same A Zi he knew.

Actually, Wu Long hadn't thought about it too deeply. A Zi had grown up in the Xingxiu Sect and knew that strength was essential for survival. Seeing Wu Long as such a powerful backer, how could she not want him? Moreover, with him around, she could focus on cultivating the "Dissolving Power Technique." If she could even learn a few martial arts techniques from him, that would be even more delightful.

A Zi had made up her mind to stick close to this powerful backer from now on. She was clever and obedient, and in the Xingxiu Sect, it was because she could win Ding Chunqiu's favor that she was ranked among the first generation of disciples at such a young age. Now, she was intentionally trying to get close to Wu Long. Although Wu Long knew she was just using some deliberate tactics, he still had to admit that this little girl was indeed very likable, at least for now.

"My name is Azi, Brother Ugly Man, what's your name?"

Wu Long asked.

"My name is Li Xiaoyao, you can call me Brother Xiaoyao."

Wu Long casually gave a fake name, and Azi whispered,

"So ugly, and you call yourself Xiaoyao? Really."

Wu Long found it amusing and deliberately asked,

"What did you say?"

Azi quickly replied,

"Nothing, Brother Xiaoyao. What sect are you from? How did you know I'm from the Xingxiu Sect?"

Wu Long felt very pleased to hear her address him so sweetly and said,

"I, I'd say I'm from the Xiaoyao Sect, I have quite a connection with your Xingxiu Sect."

Azi asked curiously:

"The Free and Unfettered Sect? I've never heard Master mention it before. Where is it?"

"I don't know where the headquarters is, but there's a branch in Tianshan called Lingjiu Palace."

Azi looked bewildered. She used to be Ding Chunqiu's favorite, but she had never heard him mention the Free and Unfettered Sect or Lingjiu Palace

. Seeing this, Wu Long said, "Hmph, Ding Chunqiu not only knows about Lingjiu Palace, but he also has quite a connection to it. But even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to take a single step near Tianshan."

"Ah..." In Azi's mind, Ding Chunqiu's martial arts skills had long been mythologized. She had just witnessed Wu Long's prowess, but she only felt that Wu Long could at least hold off Ding Chunqiu for a while. Now, hearing that there were places in the world that Ding Chunqiu dared not go, she found it hard to accept. But looking at Wu Long's expression, she felt that what he said wasn't untrue. Torn between these conflicting emotions, Azi opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Seeing his expression, Wu Long smiled slightly and said,

"You grew up in Xingxiu Sea, how could you know the vastness and profundity of martial arts? Ding Chunqiu is only skilled in using poison; in terms of true martial arts, he's just a second-rate character." The second-rate character Wu Long referred to wasn't the common standard in the martial arts world. In his view, only the nameless monk of Shaolin was a peerless master, and the three grandmasters of the Xiaoyao Sect were slightly inferior in comparison, while Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and Murong Bo could be considered first-rate masters. Therefore, Ding Chunqiu could indeed only be considered second-rate.

Azi looked rather unconvinced and asked,

"Is the Lingjiu Palace really that powerful?"

Wu Long nodded slightly and said,

"If we're talking about the most amazing martial arts in the world, almost all of them are in the Lingjiu Palace. Even Ding Chunqiu has been coveting them for a long time. However, the Lingjiu Palace Master's martial arts are superb, so how could Ding Chunqiu dare to have any wicked thoughts?"

"Has Brother Xiaoyao ever heard of our sect's Dissolving Power Technique?"

Wu Long found it amusing and sighed that Azi was still childish. Although she didn't have much affection for the Xingxiu Sect, she was still extremely unconvinced when she heard someone belittle the sect's martial arts. "Dissolving Power Technique? Heh... It's not worth mentioning. When you're fighting against a master, when will you have the chance to use this skill? If your opponent's martial arts are inferior to your own, why bother dissolving their internal energy to win?"

Wu Long had never seen Ding Chunqiu use the Dissolving Power Technique to defeat anyone in the book, and even Duan Yu's Beiming Divine Skill couldn't be used to strike the enemy when fighting. For a moment, Azi was speechless, feeling disheartened. She had painstakingly stolen the "Divine Wood King Cauldron," only to find it utterly useless to Wu Long.

Wu Long then asked,

"Did you steal the 'Divine Wood King Cauldron'?" "

Ah?..." Wu Long's sudden question startled Azi, who was still in a daze.

"How did you know? " Seeing her nervous expression, Wu Long laughed and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not interested in that thing. With my martial arts skills, why would I need to cultivate that so-called 'Dissolving Power Technique'?" Azi then calmed down, smiled brightly at Wu Long, and said with a hint of coquettishness, "Brother Xiaoyao, you're so capable! You can't hide anything from you." After a moment's thought, she realized that Wu Long certainly wouldn't covet the item, and admitting the truth was the best course of action. Wu Long said solemnly, “Azi, it’s not difficult for you to learn superior martial arts. This Dissolving Power Technique is of no benefit to either yourself or others, so it’s better not to practice it. That Xingxiu Old Monster is despised by everyone in the martial arts world. You might as well leave the Xingxiu Sect today. Brother Xiaoyao guarantees that you will be able to learn first-rate righteous martial arts in the future.” In truth, Azi had no attachment to the Xingxiu Sect. Since Wu Long said so, she was overjoyed. She threw aside her pillow and went to Wu Long’s front, bowing her head and saying, “Master, please accept my bow.” Before she could even kowtow, Wu Long reached out and stopped her. Wu Long said, "Become my disciple? That's unnecessary. As your elder brother, it's only natural for me to guide my younger sister's martial arts. Besides, most of my martial arts are self-taught; I have no formal teacher or sect." A Zi smiled and said, "Brother Xiaoyao's martial arts are unparalleled; establishing a sect would be a piece of cake for him." Although she said this, she knew perfectly well which was closer: master and disciple or brother and sister. She never mentioned the matter of becoming his disciple again. Furthermore, having grown up without any relatives, she was overjoyed to have a kind and capable elder brother. From then on, she considered Wu Long her brother, and even felt closer to him than to her biological brother, Duan Yu. "Master Brother, what kind of kung fu was that just now? You defeated them all with just a few swings of one hand. That skill is truly amazing, and it felt like a furnace! What kind of martial art is that?" Although Azi hadn't formally become a disciple, she still addressed Wu Long as "Master Brother." Wu Long just shook his head and smiled, not bothering to care what she called him. "Ah, that move was just an ordinary palm technique. It's just that my internal energy is extremely strong and yang, capable of incinerating everything." Azi grabbed Wu Long's arm and said, "Master Brother, I want to learn this. Hehe, then I won't be afraid of those people coming again." Wu Long had a slight headache. He had thought the Dissolving Power Technique was harmful to the body, and to prevent Azi from practicing it, he promised to let her learn superior martial arts. However, what Wu Long really wanted was for Azi to learn the Duan Family's One Yang Finger after returning to the Duan family, not for him to teach her martial arts. Who knew that Azi misunderstood and actually wanted to become his disciple, which he naturally refused. But Azi was impatient, and he couldn't explain it to her. Now that she wanted to learn the Xuanming Divine Palm, he couldn't refuse. So he frowned slightly and said, "Azi, let me explain slowly." Azi obediently sat down to the side, hugging a pillow, and pricked up her ears, looking very serious. Wu Long looked at her and chuckled inwardly. He cleared his throat and said seriously, "My internal energy is special. It absorbs the true fire of the sun to transform into internal energy, which is extremely dangerous. You can't learn it. Moreover, there are strong side effects for women to cultivate it. I estimate you will become neither male nor female." Of course, Wu Long couldn't teach her the Beiming Divine Art. With her personality, if she learned this divine art, she would probably be much more terrifying than the future great demon Li Mochou, causing a huge uproar. He hadn't even taught it to Azhu and others because he was afraid that if too many people knew about this martial art, it would cause panic and greed among the people of the martial arts world. After Wu Long's roundabout explanation, and his final refusal to teach her, A Zi looked dejected, though somewhat feigned, she genuinely felt disappointed. Fortunately, Wu Long continued, "I'll first instruct you on the methods of breathing exercises. As your internal strength deepens, you will naturally become a master." A Zi's eyes lit up, and she immediately sat up straight, listening to Wu Long explain the methods of internal energy cultivation. At this time, Wu Long's internal energy had reached a high level, and few in the world could match his skill. After careful consideration, Wu Long gave A Zi a set of internal energy cultivation techniques, learned from the Huan Shi Water Pavilion. Although it couldn't compare to the Bei Ming Sect, it was still a top-tier technique in the martial arts world, far surpassing the internal energy of the Xingxiu Sect. Logically, Ding Chunqiu was also from a prestigious school, but Wu Ya Zi knew of his wicked intentions and therefore didn't teach him the superior internal energy of the Xiaoyao Sect; and Ding Chunqiu himself had rebelled against his master, fearing his disciples would imitate him, so the internal energy he passed on to his disciples was even more rudimentary. Although Azi had practiced for more than ten years, her internal strength was still extremely poor. Azi also had some knowledge of martial arts, and by comparison, she knew that the mental cultivation method given by Wulong was far superior to the Xingxiu Sect's internal energy. She immediately began to practice under Wulong's guidance.

To Wu Long's surprise, A Zi's talent was quite remarkable; within a few repetitions, she had mastered the art of internal energy. Feeling immensely benefited, A Zi became even more affectionate, constantly calling him "brother." Wu Long thought that if someone disciplined her, A Zi's personality might change, but then he thought to himself,

"You can see a person's

future from the age of three. Who knows what tricks this little girl has up her sleeve? It's best to be careful." After some delay, Wu Long took A Zi and hurried towards Juxian Manor. This heroes' banquet at Juxian Manor was a last-minute invitation, but anonymous invitations were sent out. Anyone who saw the invitation was welcome, as long as they were from the martial arts world. Those who received the invitations immediately rode through the night to invite their fellow martial artists; one after another, the invitations spread far and wide. Due to the time constraints, most of those who came to Juxian Manor were from within a few hundred miles of Shaolin Temple. However, Henan is located in the Central Plains, and besides the local martial artists, renowned figures from the martial arts world, both north and south, flocked to the gathering upon hearing the news, resulting in a considerable number of attendees.

This heroes' banquet was jointly invited by the You brothers of Juxian Manor and the "Enemy of Yama," the Divine Physician Xue. The You brothers, You Ji and You Ju, were wealthy, well-connected, and highly skilled in martial arts, with resounding reputations. However, they lacked significant influence in the martial arts world and were not particularly respected, so they originally could not have invited so many heroes. The Divine Physician Xue, on the other hand, was someone everyone wanted to befriend.

Although most martial artists were self-confident in their abilities, few were truly confident in their invincibility. Even those who considered themselves the best in the world could not guarantee they wouldn't fall ill or get injured. Befriending the Divine Physician Xue was like having an extra life; unless they died on the spot, if the Divine Physician Xue was willing to treat them, it would be a miraculous escape from death.

Therefore, while the invitations from the You brothers were merely a source of pride for those who received them, the invitation from Doctor Xue was nothing short of a lifesaver. Everyone thought that if they could establish a relationship with him today, he wouldn't be able to ignore them if anything happened to them in the future. And for those who live on the edge, who could guarantee that nothing bad would happen to them?

The invitation was signed by the three names "Xue Muhua, You Ji, and You Ju," followed by a line of small print:

"You Ji and You Ju write: Mr. Xue Muhua is known as 'Doctor Xue'!" If it weren't for this small print, most of those who received the invitation wouldn't have known who Xue Muhua was, and probably less than 30% would have come to Juxian Manor.

Wu Long, carrying A Zhu, sped along. With his profound internal strength and skillful use of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), his speed was truly like that of a galloping horse; the twenty-odd miles were just a blink of an eye for him. Ah Zi, held by his slender waist, felt the heat emanating from his internal energy, her face flushing slightly as she thought,

"This ugly man actually smells good. Strange, aren't all men supposed to smell bad?"

If Wu Long saw this, he would be quite surprised that this little girl was blushing. However, he was anxious at the moment, thinking, "I wonder how my brother is doing now. I hope I'm not too late." He

quickened his pace and in the blink of an eye, he saw the three large characters "Juxian Manor," and heard shouts coming from inside.

Wu Long was overjoyed. His brother should be alright, otherwise the crowd wouldn't be shouting angrily. When he leaped to the door, he saw Qiao Feng standing in the center, covered in blood. Several swords and sabers were slashing at him from all sides, but Qiao Feng stood still, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Wu Long was extremely anxious about this situation, but he didn't know how to help. He was still some distance away from Qiao Feng, but the enemy was attacking Qiao Feng with several weapons, and he couldn't stop them with his palms. He was furious and roared,

"Who dares to hurt my brother!"

He unconsciously used the Buddhist martial art "Lion's Roar." "Roar—!" The lion's roar was earth-shattering, overwhelming, like a thunderclap, shaking heaven and earth; like the sound of bells and drums, it was terrifying. The crowd was suddenly bombarded by the terrifying sound waves, and they were dizzy and disoriented. The swords they were wielding suddenly stopped, and the force of the blows was greatly reduced. By the time the swords were about to hit Qiao Feng, Wu Long's arm had already blocked them, and there wasn't even a white mark left on his muscles.

Wu Long was like a mighty and powerful lion, his mane surging in the air with his imposing aura. His massive lion head roared to the sky, his fangs thick and sharp. His roar was like rolling thunder, or like the mighty Yangtze River, vast and endless. The violent sound waves crashed against the walls and bounced back, constantly rebounding and crashing. The sounds from the front and back mixed together, making the already powerful and high-pitched lion's roar even more powerful.

The entire courtyard trembled violently from the inhuman roar, as if the earth itself were shaking. Stone chips flew from the cave ceiling and walls, and pieces of gravel occasionally succumbed to the vibrations and fell from the walls. Even the water in the pool splashed up from the sonic waves. The martial artists had already dropped their weapons, clutching their ears and writhing on the ground, howling in agony. The deafening "thunderous" roars relentlessly penetrated their tightly covered ears, vibrating their fragile eardrums and bombarding their nerves. Their hearts pounded wildly, as if being violently pounded, pounding faster and faster, almost bursting out of their chests—a truly terrifying sight. With a series of thuds, some of the weaker

martial artists within the manor could no longer withstand the force and collapsed one after another. Even those with profound skills experienced ringing in their ears. The few who had just brandished their swords to injure Qiao Feng fared even worse; Wu Long's Lion's Roar was primarily aimed at them, and now all of them had their weapons on the ground, their bodies swaying precariously.

Before everyone could react, Wu Long had already entered the manor. He swiftly approached Qiao Feng, placing his palms on their respective "Lingtai" acupoints on their backs and channeling some internal energy into them. Qiao Feng's body trembled, and his dazed eyes cleared. Seeing Wu Long, he exclaimed in surprise,

"You are... Second Brother!"

Although Wu Long had disguised himself, his voice remained unchanged, and that explosive lion's roar was practically his trademark. Qiao Feng, with his rich experience in the martial world, immediately recognized Wu Long and nodded, saying,

"Big Brother, I'm late. I've caused you to be seriously injured. Don't worry, Big Brother, I will fight to the death today to ensure your safety and that of this young lady."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng said excitedly, "Second Brother, I am but a martial artist, and possibly even a Khitan. I'm really not worthy of your..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Long interrupted him with a loud shout:

“Brother, what are you saying! What about the Khitans? What about the Song people? Since we have become sworn brothers, we should share both good fortune and hardship. As long as you are my brother, I will help you solve your problems. Look at them, each of them calling themselves heroes, yet they so easily believe the words of villains. I believe in your character, brother, and I know you would never do something that would be so outrageous. Since they are so unable to distinguish between good and evil, I don’t need to be polite to them. Please rest aside, brother, and I will deal with them.”

Qiao Feng didn’t know what to say and said, moved, “Second brother!”

Wu Long smiled at him, then turned to the crowd of heroes in the manor and shouted, “Which of you will come up to your death!” This was clearly a shout, and although it wasn’t a lion’s roar, it was still terrifying.

While the assembled heroes were still reeling from the shock, Qiao Feng was deeply moved. He thought to himself, "My second brother trusts me so much. He doesn't care whether I'm a Khitan or not. This isn't just about relieving my worries; my life is in danger at any moment. Although I, Qiao Feng, have enemies all over the world, I still have a brother who is completely devoted to me."

The surrounding heroes were speculating, thinking,

"Who is he? That terrifying lion's roar!"

A'Zi's eyes shone brightly as she looked at the imposing Wu Long, her gaze filled with admiration.

These were all men who had lived on the edge, and people in the martial world didn't value their lives. With their large numbers, they all began to charge forward. Suddenly,

an old woman said,

"That boy, did he come to Juxian Manor to cause trouble?"

Wu Long saw that it was Granny Tan, and then looked at Tan Gong and Zhao Qiansun standing behind her. He found it amusing, deliberately covered his face with his hand, and sighed to the sky, "Why are you three old scoundrels again?"

The assembled heroes had long observed the constant entanglement between Tan Gong, Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun, and Sun Gong, but out of respect for their seniority and martial arts prowess, they dared not openly mock them. Now, hearing Wu Long's words, they couldn't help but laugh. Tan Po, unable to bear it any longer, roared and lunged at Wu Long. Behind her,

Zhao Qiansun and Tan Gong, knowing Wu Long's strength, simultaneously cried out, "Xiao Juan!" and leaped forward, rushing towards him. Wu Long, without moving his feet, swung his arm at the three, unleashing a violent, scorching palm wind. The three in mid-air suddenly felt the force of the wind, their chests tight with suffocation. The scorching internal energy invaded their meridians, disrupting the flow of their true energy. Their bodies turned crimson, and they could no longer maintain their balance, all staggering backward to the ground. Tan Gong, Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun, and the three elders collapsed to the ground, trembling and sweating profusely, uttering not a sound, their eyes tightly closed as they circulated their internal energy to heal their injuries. The hall suddenly fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. These three elders were all renowned masters in the martial arts world. Although they often acted haphazardly and incoherently, their decades of accumulated skill were extraordinary. Yet, with a mere wave of Wu Long's hand, they had suffered a severe blow, shocking all the assembled heroes. Wu Long's attack lacked the unstoppable force of Qiao Feng's, instead possessing a natural ease and grace, which, in the eyes of the onlookers, deepened their fear. Seeing the three elders fall, Xue Muhua immediately stepped forward to check their pulses. The moment his right hand touched Zhao Qiansun's wrist, he felt a surge of heat rush into his body through his fingers, startling him so much that he quickly withdrew his hand, exclaiming, "Fiery True Qi?" By this time, the three elders were gradually being forced out of their bodies by Wu Long's scorching heat, their faces flushed crimson. Those in the hall gasped in surprise. Having lost two sons to Qiao Feng, Shan Zheng was filled with grief and rage. Seeing Qiao Feng's sworn brother making a move, he could no longer contain himself. He roared, "Everyone, attack together! Kill this bastard!" With that, he grabbed a single-edged sword and leaped forward, his face contorted, completely irrational. The others, already terrified by Qiao Feng's killing spree and witnessing Wu Long's unfathomable attack, dared not step forward. Wu Long sneered, about to attack, when suddenly he looked up, and with a whoosh, a figure leaped down from mid-air, its momentum incredibly fast, striking Shan Zheng's steel sword squarely. Unable to withstand the force, Shan Zheng's arm fell. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, another figure pounced down, headfirst, with equally rapid momentum. With a resounding thud, head to head, they struck Shan Zheng's head, both their brains splattering out. Only then did the crowd realize that the two men who had rushed down from the rooftop were originally there to guard against Qiao Feng's escape, but they had been captured and thrown down like projectiles. Chaos erupted in the hall, with shouts and cries of alarm filling the air. Suddenly, a long rope lashed down from the corner of the roof with tremendous force, sweeping towards everyone's heads. The crowd hastily raised their weapons to parry. The rope twisted sharply, wrapping around Qiao Feng's waist and lifting him up. At this moment, blood was gushing from Qiao Feng's three wounds, and he had no strength to resist. As soon as he was pulled up by the rope, everyone saw a burly man in black standing on the rooftop. His body was imposing, and his face was covered by a black cloth, revealing only his eyes. The man held Qiao Feng under his arm with his left hand, and the rope, already wrapped around the tall flagpole of Juxian Manor outside the gate, was now in effect. The crowd shouted, and in an instant, steel darts, hidden arrows, throwing knives, iron spikes, flying stones, and darts—all sorts of hidden weapons—were fired at Qiao Feng and the burly man. The burly man in black pulled on the long rope, soaring gracefully into the air and landing in the flagpole's trough. A series of thuds, slaps, and scrapes echoed as decades of hidden weapons struck the trough. The long rope then swung out from the trough, winding around to a large tree eight or nine zhang away. The man, carrying Qiao Feng, swung out of the trough, instantly leaping over the tree and landing ten zhang from the flagpole. He then swung the rope again, winding around another distant tree, repeating this several times until he vanished without a trace. The assembled heroes looked on in horror, only to hear the sound of horses' hooves gradually fading into the distance, never to be caught again. Although Qiao Feng was seriously injured, he was still conscious. He had clearly seen the large man's every move as he rescued him with a long rope, and was deeply grateful for his life-saving grace. He thought, "I can also achieve that accuracy and strength in swinging the rope, but using a long rope as a weapon to simultaneously strike dozens of people—that 'Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers' soft whip technique—I can't execute it as perfectly as he does." Wu Long, who had been watching without moving, thought, "I didn't expect Xiao Yuanshan to come after all. Hmm, his martial arts are indeed superb." Taking advantage of the crowd's stunned silence, Wu Long suddenly used his Crane Control Technique, his palm concave, generating a huge suction force that pulled Doctor Xue away. Doctor Xue, caught off guard, was grabbed by Wu Long before he could react. The crowd, realizing what was happening, shouted and prepared to rush forward! He charged at Wu Long with his sword, but Wu Long struck Xue Shenyi's pressure points, causing A Zi to grab him. Then, he used his Crane Control Technique again, drawing in countless leaves and petals from a large tree in the courtyard. These petals formed a sphere in his hand. Seeing the crowd, Wu Long tossed the leaves and petals into the air with his left hand, then flicked them out with both hands, each flick sending a leaf or petal flying. The leaves and petals flew towards the crowd, some straight, some curved, some fast, some slow. Several more people were hit in pressure points; some hit off-target, but others still caused considerable pain. Seeing the power of Wu Long's hidden weapons, the crowd stopped and began to parry. They hadn't paid much attention when they rushed out, but now, as they parried, they realized that the hidden weapons were all light, floating leaves and petals, and they looked at each other in horror. Wu Long flicked his fingers incessantly, sending leaves and petals raining down from the sky. As they landed on his chest, he flicked them away, sending them flying in all directions, some straight, some curved, some weaving through the air – a beautiful spectacle. Wu Long's movements were incredibly fast, so fast that they created afterimages. Before one afterimage had faded, another would appear. In an instant, his chest was covered in afterimages, making him look like a thousand-armed bodhisattva in a temple. The leaves and petals he used were all pure white leaves and petals, their fluttering petals carrying a fragrant aroma. The scene was incredibly beautiful, yet it was hard to believe that this beautiful spectacle was merely for fighting. Despite this beautiful scene, people were still being struck by Wu Long's leaves and petals, some frozen in place, some collapsing to the ground, and some even fainting. They could defend against the straight ones, but not the curved ones. But this delay allowed many more people to pour out of the hall to help. Even more people launched hidden weapons at Wu Long from behind. Wu Long dodged several of them, then pushed forward with both palms, sending dozens of leaves and petals falling in front of him flying. Then, Wu Long laughed heartily, his hands already clenched into fists. With wide, sweeping movements, the wind howled and the air whistled as he punched. His fists moved with incredible speed and power, sometimes striking in unison, sometimes sweeping across the sky. His fists moved like waves, his movements as fluid as the sea itself, making him appear like a miniature ocean tide. His fists roared through the air with immense force, a dense, continuous barrage like waves relentlessly crashing against rocks. Each punch possessed the power to shatter stone, and the combined force of so many punches stirred the air, creating countless small vortexes. His movements were as agile as a dragon and as fierce as a lion, spreading a powerful, surging aura across the rocks. The surrounding air churned and rippled under Wu Long's fists, their power unmatched. As his relentless punches accelerated, Wu Long's figure blurred again, and the air crackled with the sharp whistling of his fists tearing through it. Rows of incredibly powerful energy surged outwards, followed by a mighty aura comparable to a raging tidal wave, its power astonishing. Finally , Wu Long's terrifying fists unleashed six punches in a flash, the air churning and howling in the wind, sending everyone swaying like small boats adrift on a stormy sea. When the wind subsided, most of the people in the courtyard had arrived. Wu Long calmly led Xue Shen and A Zi away from the courtyard. Upon reaching the outside of the manor, they saw A'Zhu arriving in her carriage and engaging in combat with the others. Fortunately, the experts were all inside the manor, and the martial arts of those outside were not very high, so A'Zhu was not immediately defeated. However, she was flustered and almost had her leg slashed by a sword. "Get out of my way!" Seeing that the experts from inside the manor had caught up, Wu Long shouted and pounced on the group in front of him. In an instant, the group stumbled and fell, and he created an opening.

A'Zhu cried out, "Husband, get in the carriage!"

Wu Long looked ahead, overjoyed. He grabbed A'Zi's arm and shouted, "Let's go!" No longer bothering with the crowd, the two rose and rushed towards the carriage.

Only then did the crowd realize they were trying to escape by carriage. They all shouted, "Stop them!" "Destroy the carriage!" "Use hidden weapons!"

Various shouts rang out, and hidden weapons followed. However, these weapons were no match for Wu Long. With a flick of his sleeve, he intercepted the hidden weapons, then with a flick of his sleeve, sent them flying back.

Many were hit by the hidden weapons, crying "Ouch! Ouch!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three of them leaped onto the carriage. A'Zhu cracked the whip and shouted, "Giddy up!" The carriage sped off along a side road.

This carriage was pulled by two fine horses, incredibly fast. The villagers initially chased after it, even attempting to overtake, but after Wu Long repelled them with a few blows, gradually no one could keep up.

The carriage traveled for a while until the group of heroes disappeared from sight, then continued on its way. A'Zhu drove at high speed, now more than a hundred li from Juxian Village. Peeking out, she said,

"Husband, this is a desolate wilderness; few people come here. Let's find a place to rest."

"Alright," A'Zhu replied, slowing the carriage and searching for a secluded spot. After a short while, they found a cave nearby. A'Zhu tied the horses to a nearby tree, and Wu Long helped Doctor Xue down from the carriage. The group rested in the cave. Only then did A'Zi have a chance to speak, looking at A'Zhu. To the unsuspecting, the usually ruthless A'Zhu felt a strange tenderness and took her hand, saying:

"Wow, you're so pretty, sister! I like you so much!"

With a gentle smile, Azhu took Azi's hands, pinched her smooth cheek, and laughed, "Hehe, you're pretty too, little sister! I like you a lot too!"

Azi didn't know why she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness when she saw Azhu, and said, "Okay, since we like each other, I'll just accept you as my sister! And this sister too, you can be the same!"

Azhu smiled softly, "Hehe, okay, I'd love to have a little sister too!" She

immediately moved aside to let Azi sit down, and said, "Then it's settled, you'll be..." "You have to call me 'sister' now!"

Azi immediately greeted sweetly, "Hello, sister!"

Wu Long came in and asked, "What about me? I'm your sister's husband, what should you call me now?"

Azi asked curiously, "Husband? What does 'husband' mean?" But Wu Long just hummed in agreement and chuckled, "Good wife!"

Azhu blushed instantly, scolded him playfully, and reached out to hit him. Azi suddenly said, "Ah, I know, 'husband' means your husband! I hate you, Master Brother, you're so mean."

This soft and sweet voice made Wu Long feel his bones loosen. After Azi finished speaking, she looked at the angry-faced Doctor Xue, who had been acupunctured, and said,

"Master Brother, why did you bring back an old man?"

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