[Jiangshan Yunluo] Episode 1

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Chapter Five: A Delicate Flower Covered in Dust, A Body of a Hundred Charms
. Speaking of the richest places in Sichuan, Chengdu and Jiangzhou are always considered equals, like two bright pearls
shining on the land of Yizhou.
Chengdu occupies the vast western Sichuan plain, its expansive territory and fertile land making it a uniquely blessed
"Land of Abundance." Jiangzhou, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. Here, you can hardly find an inch of flat land. If you stroll
through Jiangzhou, you are always climbing or descending mountains. From ancient times to the present, no
word is more suitable for it than "mountain city. "
The only flat area is water. The confluence of several rivers still enjoys the favor of nature. If you want to leave Sichuan, surrounded by
mountains, the waterway from Jiangzhou is the best choice.
Wu Zheng traveled leisurely, turning a corner, and the city of Jiangzhou came into view.
The stilted houses familiar from his past life, the rows of boatmen on the riverbank, even the damp morning mist—everything from that different world felt
so familiar. No matter which world one is in, nature limits the landscape, and wisdom ultimately leads to the same
development path for each place.
The terrain brought Jiangzhou boundless wealth, but also boundless troubles.
Because everyone was well-off, bandits easily targeted the area. And because of the mountainous terrain flanking the river, it
was naturally impregnable against large enemy armies. But dealing with small groups of thieves who could easily escape was
an unsolvable problem for successive Jiangzhou governors.
"Third Aunt's house is over there," Dai Zhijie said, pointing to a magnificent manor on the mountaintop.
Tianmen Mountain overlooks the two rivers, making it the best place in Jiangzhou. Not only is the scenery beautiful, but it's also a place of great feng shui.
As the leader of the Jiangzhou canal gang, the Lu family manor occupies almost half of the top of Tianmen Mountain, demonstrating its
immense wealth and power.
"Should we pay a visit?" Dai Zhijie was familiar with the customs and traditions of various places, and even the scions of the most prominent families in the Qin Kingdom
were etched in his mind. Wu Zheng naturally agreed readily.
"It's better to take care of business first. We shouldn't be too conspicuous when we enter Jiangzhou and alert the enemy.
It's better to finish things quickly so we can make plans later." Since we're here to apprehend bandits, what good would it do if a group of Kunlun disciples went to the Lu family manor to pay a visit
and scared away the thieves?
"Shall we split up and enter Jiangzhou?" Wu Zheng was precocious, but he lacked leadership skills, and his
knowledge of the current geography and customs was shallow. Since leaving Kunlun, Dai Zhijie had made most of the decisions.
It was quite remarkable that this second senior brother of the Kunlun Sect practiced martial arts diligently every day, while also keeping so many intricate
details in his mind. Wu Zheng strongly suspected that his brain was like a 3D map, covered with countless
tiny figures; whoever he wanted could be picked up, and all the information would appear.
"It's better to split up, and it'd be best to disguise ourselves further. I brought a lot of materials." Dai Zhijie
took a large bag from the carriage, filled with all sorts of cosmetics.
Wu Zheng disguised himself as a dark-faced servant, following behind Yang Yizhi, who was dressed as a rustic merchant.
This greatly displeased him. His appearance in this life was far superior to his previous one, and Wu Zheng had always considered himself handsome
. According to worldly customs, one should address someone as "Wu Lang" upon meeting them.
"Senior Brother, your appearance is too handsome and dashing, your demeanor extraordinary; it's inappropriate for you to be so conspicuous
. You'll have to make do." These compliments made Wu Zheng somewhat accept it, but when he turned around and saw the siblings Mu Xiongfei and Mu Yangwu, his anger flared
up again.
The brother and sister were two years apart; the brother was tall and handsome, and the sister was strikingly beautiful.
While all the other disciples were making themselves look ugly, these two remained in their original attire, looking radiant and outshining everyone else.
"What's wrong with you two? Don't you need to disguise yourselves?" "Senior Brother, we're pretending to be siblings..."
"I..." Ultimately, they were just young people, fond of beauty and showing off. Seeing Wu Zheng swallow his curses, the actual
leader, Dai Zhijie, chuckled and cursed a few times without pursuing the matter further. The banditry in Jiangzhou wasn't too serious; the thieves would steal and
run, either hiding in the crowd or quickly disappearing into the mountains. Even if many were caught, it was futile and impossible
to eradicate completely. The Kunlun Sect's decision to let their disciples go down the mountain alone was based on a thorough assessment—if they couldn't even handle this simple matter,
what kind of Kunlun disciples were they?
The fellow disciples agreed on a meeting point, marking the route with Kunlun Sect's secret symbols in case of unforeseen circumstances, and
entered Jiangzhou in batches via different routes.
Wu Zheng was overjoyed to be entering a major city for the first time in seventeen years.
The women of Sichuan were renowned for their beauty in his previous life! Although mostly petite, they possessed fair skin and delicate features.
Their melodious and varied Sichuan dialect, spoken in soft, high-pitched tones, could be both fast and slow. When fast, it was like
beans popping in a bamboo tube, crisp and clear like silver bells. When slow, it was like a lover's whisper, tender, alluring, and captivating.
Jiangzhou women were even more fiery and straightforward than those of Chengdu. The social atmosphere was relatively open; even in early spring,
many women wore open-fronted clothing, revealing large expanses of white flesh below their necks and chests, attracting
the lustful gazes of many lecherous men.
"Sigh, of all my years, Chengdu and Jiangzhou are the only places I've ever really wanted to visit in the entire Qin Dynasty." Yang Yizhi looked around
, completely mesmerized.
"Are you showing off your vast knowledge?" A sinister voice rang out, sending a chill down Yang Yizhi's spine as he shrank
back.
"Senior Brother, after this matter is settled, how about I take you to have some fun?" Senior Brother had grown up in Kunlun since childhood,
and at seventeen years old, he had never been with a woman. How could the junior brother not be secretly anxious?
Wu Zheng curled his lip: "How can I give my first essence to a courtesan? Like you, good-for-nothing." The two
whispered among themselves. Most of the fellow disciples in Jiangzhou were newcomers. They first explored the terrain and conducted on-site investigations, at least to gain a clear understanding
before visiting the Jiangzhou prefect to cooperate in apprehending the bandits, which would appear as a sincere act of help.
Reaching the middle of Tianmen Mountain, a magnificent stilted building was built against the mountainside, rising abruptly from the ground like a towering mountain.
The three bright red characters "Hongyabi" were carved into the cliff face, making Wu Zheng's heart skip a beat.
A six-story stilted building stretched from the bottom to the top of the cliff. The main thoroughfare of Tianmen Mountain was located halfway up here,
bustling with people and filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares.
"I even ate a bowl of spicy sweet potato noodles here in my past life," Wu Zheng thought to himself. He couldn't help but tilt his head back to observe more closely.
Hoping to find some memories of his past life.
Compared to the modern construction technology of his previous life, the wooden structure of Hongyabi seemed somewhat shaky,
creaking and groaning underfoot, making one's heart tremble. However, after many years,
the stilted houses, bearing the marks of wind and sun, still stood tall, clearly much more sturdy than they appeared.
Wu Zheng looked around, when suddenly a figure he vaguely remembered caught his eye. He was supposed to have no relatives in Jiangzhou,
only a few fellow disciples he knew, who would be extremely familiar with him. Why this vague recollection?
Puzzled, Wu Zheng's gaze locked onto the figure, scrutinizing him.
The man's hands were tucked into his sleeves, his back not particularly tall but extremely sturdy. Dark skin, powerful muscles, and
a steady gait seemed to contain explosive power. He was leaning against the railing, seemingly waiting for someone, his
long hair loose, obscuring most of his face. Despite not knowing him well, Wu Zheng felt a vague recollection of the 　　figure's silhouette
.
Puzzled, he said to Yang Yizhi, "Let's go up to the third floor." The two ascended the wooden stairs with only two railings on either side , and the figure vanished around a corner. 　　Wu Zheng frowned, searching. The stilted building seemed to stretch to the end of a long street, yet the familiar figure was nowhere 　　to be found. Several people were even intentionally or unintentionally obstructing his view of the stairs, creating 　　an unsettling atmosphere. 　　"Where do you come from, sir?" A seemingly idle man leaning lazily against the railing 　　blocked Wu Zheng and Yang Yizhi's path as they passed. A long, hard object was visible beneath his wide robe, indicating he was carrying a weapon. 　　"Yang Yizhi, a disciple of Kunlun, greets you, sir." The idle man slightly turned his hand, revealing a bronze token engraved with a vicious 　　wolf—he was a centurion under the Jiangzhou Prefect. 　　"So it's Young Master Yang, I dare not accept such praise. Something strange is about to happen here, please return as soon as possible." "Is it to apprehend bandits? I was just 　　ordered by my master to come down the mountain to assist..." Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred! 　　The two tightly closed doors were blown away by a gust of air, and three pedestrians who were blocking the way were pushed aside with screams 　　, smashing through the railing and falling from the third floor. 　　"Attack!" With a loud shout from someone, the pedestrians drew their weapons and rushed into the house. 　　"Hahaha! Scattered soldiers!" After the sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground or tables and chairs shattering, a 　　strangely shaped, seemingly hunched over and with a somewhat unsteady gait, black-robed figure shot out, leaping 　　into the air without stopping and crashing through the railing on the third floor. 　　Screams erupted in chaos, "Damn it!" The centurion drew his long sword and ran down the stairs without warning— 　　it seemed he had only learned the skills of the military camp, and his lightness skill was somewhat lacking. 　　"This person... is incredibly strong!" Yang Yizhi's eyes widened in disbelief. The black-robed man only occasionally revealed his prowess, but 　　the internal force that shattered the door panel and his lightness skill when leaping down were both top-notch, indicating he was a master of at least the ninth rank. 　　Peddlers, cooks, porters, and all sorts of people on the street dropped their 　　disguises and revealed their whereabouts. Gleaming weapons flashed everywhere, and the gray-robed man casually grabbed and tossed them away, disappearing into the distance in moments. 　　Wu Zheng's palms were sweating. Judging from today's situation, the black-robed man was clearly the leader of a bandit gang hiding in the market. Jiangzhou had conducted thorough 　　investigations and pinpointed his location, and today they were secretly gathering a net to capture him. "Let's go and see." Having already revealed his identity, standing idly by 　　would not only bring no credit but would also result in punishment upon his return. 　　Wu Zheng leaped up, scaling railings and pillars along the way, landing lightly on the ground. Although he didn't experience the shock of the black-robed man, 　　his skills were still quite remarkable. 　　"What a handsome young master!" The man who spoke had a long, three-strand beard, a fair complexion, and a dignified air. 　　Wu Zheng quickly composed himself and bowed, "Greetings, Lord Fu, I am Wu Zheng of the Kunlun Sect." Before coming to Jiangzhou, he had already 　　memorized the main figures thoroughly. This man, surrounded by people yet still standing out, was naturally Jiangzhou's leading 　　figure, Prefect Fu Jiuchang. 　　Fu Jiuchang had already heard about the appearance of this recently prominent Kunlun disciple and guessed Wu 　　Zheng's identity. Upon hearing this, he said, "So it's my nephew Wu, truly a hero among young men! Now is not the time to talk, these scoundrels 　　are quite troublesome, we'll discuss this later." Seeing Fu Jiuchang's calm and composed demeanor, it was clear he had made ample preparations, and 　　Wu Zheng felt slightly relieved. He nodded to Yang Yizhi, who had just landed, and the two stood beside Fu Jiuchang, observing. 　　The man in black robes was highly skilled in martial arts. However, the Jiangzhou garrison was well-prepared, having already deployed battle formations along various routes in a semi- 　　circular interception. They also possessed deadly weaponry such as long spears, powerful bows, and crossbows. Even with the black-robed man displaying his ninth-rank skill, 　　he dared not directly confront their formation. 　　He charged left and right, casually deflecting the rain of wolf-tooth arrows, but was helpless against the half-mile-thick formation. 　　The formation was coordinated from front to back; forcibly breaking through would only lead to being surrounded, and even using his lightness skill, he couldn't possibly traverse half a mile. It seemed 　　capture was only a matter of time. 　　Fu Jiuchang casually shouted, and the flag bearer beside him waved his command flag. The various formations only surrounded and blocked the way, refraining from reckless advances, 　　intending to wear down the black-robed man with an ironclad formation. 　　This primitive yet extremely effective method of battlefield command dazzled Wu Zheng. 　　Standing beside Fu Jiuchang, watching this scholarly-looking prefect command the army, the flag bearer waving complex flag signals, 　　the nearly two thousand soldiers advancing and retreating with perfect precision. Wu Zheng thought to himself: "Only a delay of less than half a minute, amazing!" 　　Seeing the circle surrounding the black-robed man getting smaller and smaller, he realized he had little time and space left. Wu Zheng 　　thought to himself: "The front, back, and right cliff tops are all blocked. The only way out is to leap down the left cliff 　　. I wonder if Lord Fu has made any arrangements." 　　Even the most oblivious black-robed man noticed this. He quickly positioned himself against the edge of the cliff to prevent the soldiers 　　from blocking his escape route. Seeing no way to break through, the black-robed man leaped down the cliff. 　　"Close the net!" Fu Jiuchang commanded, and a long, resonant horn sounded 　　. Arrows shot into the sky from the forest below, so dense that even a fly would be pierced by a thousand arrows. 　　"Damn it!" the black-robed man cursed, gripping the cliff face with one hand like a hook to stabilize himself, deflecting the arrows 　　with the other. His feet seemed glued to the cliff, and with astonishing martial arts, he slowly climbed back up to the top. 　　The soldiers on the cliff also began firing arrows from above and below. The man in black robes took a deep breath, stretched out his arms, and stepped 　　onto the vertical cliff face. He ran for more than ten steps as if walking on flat ground before his inner energy finally dissipated. He then lowered himself and grabbed the cliff face with both 　　hands.

Those dozen or so steps were enormous, and the volley of arrows aimed at him missed completely. This incredible feat of moving sideways along the wall
stunned everyone, and Fu Jiuchang didn't immediately issue orders, causing the offensive to falter.
"Junior Sister is here!" The sounds of fighting resumed, this time coming from the third level of Hongya Wall. Wu Zheng
recognized the voice; it was Wang Guangye, the man he had faced in the sect competition. The Qingcheng Sect had also arrived?
Fu Jiuchang's usually composed expression suddenly changed drastically, ignoring the black-robed man looking up at the sky.
He saw Wang Guangye leading five Qingcheng disciples in a fierce battle with three others, among whom was
a figure Wu Zheng recognized. Now he finally remembered who this person was.
His face was covered with a black cloth, a large sack was slung over his back, and his left arm was missing a section. The fair-
skinned servant Liu Rong, who had been implicated by Wu Zheng five years ago, had become a dark-skinned, sturdy man, wielding a long sword as he fought Wang Guangye with surprising composure.
Wang Guangye's longsword gleamed with a blue light as he pressed forward, seemingly gaining the upper hand. Unexpectedly, Liu Rong feinted to the left, seemingly sticking
to Wang Guangye's sword and slashing down.
Wang Guangye was shocked and, in a panic, dropped his sword and leaped back: "You...how can you use this move, 'Hollow Bamboo'?" Liu Rong sneered
and burst out from the gap, his movements as swift as a rabbit and as a falcon, demonstrating his superb lightness skill. Even though the large sack on his back
looked quite heavy, the Qingcheng disciples shouted and chased, but they only got further and further away.
Seeing Fu Jiuchang's expression of shock and anger, and hearing Wang Guangye's cries for his junior sister, it was obvious that
the sack Liu Rong was carrying contained Die Qingdie.
"Go and gather the fellow disciples to protect Lord Fu. Don't act rashly and don't scatter." They couldn't help here, but with Wu
Zheng's martial arts being far superior to his peers, he could easily handle Liu Rong's situation. Furthermore, given the hatred between Liu Rong and Die Qingdie
, this could easily escalate into a major incident. As for protecting Master Fu, it's more likely that Master Fu is the
one protecting them.
Wu Zheng always felt guilty towards Liu Rong; losing his arm to Die Qingdie back then was purely an undeserved misfortune. But the world
is so unfair; the ruthless Die Qingdie happens to be a General of the Cavalry, the apple of the eye of the Qingcheng Sect Leader.
If Liu Rong were to injure Die Qingdie in a fit of rage, it would be a catastrophe that even a god couldn't save...
Wu Zheng used his lightness skill to chase after Liu Rong in the direction he fled. His lightness skill was even better, and he soon overtook the Qingcheng disciples.
Seeing their savior arrive, Wang Guangye shouted, "Senior Brother Wu, please help save Junior Sister!" Wu Zheng only turned around, smiled
, and remained silent. To agree so casually would be setting a trap for himself.
The internal energy of the "Principles of the Dao" filled his entire body, extremely long and powerful. When he channeled the energy into his legs, the skin on his body could be seen swelling and
rising, like bulging muscles. The gap between the two pursuers widened, and Liu Rong, running ahead,
seemed unburdened even with a person on his back. Wu Zheng, following behind, overtook them, leaving the Qingcheng disciples far behind. After rounding a bend in the mountain,
only Wu Zheng and Liu Rong remained, one chasing the other, the others completely out of sight.
Liu Rong possessed exceptional strength, carrying a person for a full half-hour without losing speed. Wu Zheng grew increasingly
puzzled: he had cultivated since childhood and possessed the divine skill of the *Daoli Jue*, so how could Liu Rong's internal strength seem no weaker than his own?
This thought stirred a sense of unease within him. Though his soul was over forty years old, his body was brimming with hormones
, and his mature mind sometimes couldn't resist youthful impulses.
He gathered his energy and followed Liu Rong's path up the mountain. Unbeknownst to him, they had already covered over seventy li. The area was surrounded by mountains
, desolate and uninhabited; even a full-scale search by the entire Jiangzhou army would be difficult without following a target. Fortunately,
Wu Zheng was meticulous and not overconfident, leaving behind the Kunlun Sect's secret marks along the way. Having locked onto his target, he wasn't in a hurry
to act rashly. Waiting for his fellow disciples and the Jiangzhou government troops to follow the marks would obviously give him a better chance of success.
The mountain path was narrow, and Wu Zheng dared not get too close, keeping a distance behind Liu Rong.
Liu Rong entered a dense forest, and Wu Zheng couldn't see him clearly, so he had to wait a moment before quietly slipping into the woods.
This forest was completely blocked out by the dense, interconnected canopy of trees, making it feel like nighttime. After being inside for a while, Wu Zheng completely
lost his way. He wanted to leave the forest but couldn't find a way out, and his heart tightened. He ran around like a headless fly
, becoming increasingly panicked.
"Zheng'er, don't move." A familiar voice pierced his ears like a thin thread, and Wu Zheng turned around in surprise.
He couldn't see Lu Feiyan's figure in the heavy shadows of the forest. Since it was his aunt, Wu Zheng stood still and waited as instructed.
After an incense stick's time, Lu Feiyan gracefully appeared from behind a large tree: "You
can't break the Qingcheng Sect's illusionary array." "Why is my master here?" The fragrant breeze was intoxicating, and Wu Zheng felt reassured. Lu Feiyan already possessed the
lower ninth rank of cultivation; with her here to oversee things, cooperating with the Jiangzhou government troops to capture the mysterious black-robed man wouldn't be a problem.
"Something strange happened here, which is why my master rushed over, but she was still a step too late." The Jiangzhou bandits were causing trouble,
and although the danger wasn't too great, it was still extremely annoying. The Kunlun Sect didn't take it seriously and sent disciples down the mountain to assist
.
However, the intelligence that came over the next few days was very strange.
Usually, the bandits would rob someone and be caught off guard, never lingering after succeeding. This time, however, it was very different.
Although the bandits also robbed and ran, they didn't leave for a long time, as if they had set a trap and were waiting for their prey. After receiving the report, Gu Bufan
and his fellow disciples discussed it and all felt that there must be a conspiracy involved.
Jiangzhou was Lu Feiyan's hometown, and she knew everything about it intimately. Therefore, the two flying eagles carried her day and
night to provide support, while Du Zhongtian and the others arrived by land. Upon arrival, Lu Feiyan followed the Kunlun Sect's secret
markings to this place. She saw Wu Zheng trapped in the maze from afar and observed for a long time before figuring out how to enter and rescue him.
"It should be. I heard that Die Qingdie was captured. Although Lord Fu didn't say it explicitly, judging from his fearful appearance, it's probably
true. I chased someone here and got trapped." "Where are Zhijie and Yizhi?" "Yizhi and I
were together when we happened to see Prefect Fu arresting bandits. Yizhi should have already gathered his fellow disciples and met with Prefect Fu."
"Let's go in and take a look. Don't be careless. The person who can set up the maze is no ordinary person. But
why did they capture Die Qingdie? Is there infighting within the Qingcheng Sect?" Even the mature Lu Feiyan couldn't suppress her curiosity.
The two carefully made their way through the illusion array, concealing their presence. Along the way, Wu Zheng recounted the events at Hong Yabi in detail.
Even with just a fleeting glimpse, Lu Feiyan couldn't deduce who the black-robed man was.
Beyond the dense forest lay a dilapidated manor. The manor was surrounded by a valley, and the only path in and out was
the Lost Illusion Array!
Lu Feiyan was astonished. She was a native of Jiangzhou, and her family was the head of the canal transport, practically a local tyrant. But...
This manor was unheard of, as if it had appeared out of thin air. One could only surmise that such a place, deep in the mountains, was easily overlooked
.
The flagstone path was buried under weeds; the rusty stone lions guarding the gate still exuded a majestic air;
the vermilion gate was three zhang wide, large enough for two carriages to pass side-by-side; the orange glazed
tiles on the upturned eaves of the roof hadn't completely faded. Coupled with the twenty-zhang wide courtyard wall, although the manor was dilapidated, one could still vaguely discern its former
splendor and luxury. Considering it was built in such a desolate place, it was even more eerie.
Wu Zheng and Lu Feiyan hid in the waist-high weeds at the corner of the wall, listening for a long time before exchanging a glance.
Not daring to use her light-footed skills rashly, Lu Feiyan, like a gecko, clung to the wall and slowly climbed to the top, revealing her
two blackened eyes to check for anyone, before silently floating down into the courtyard and disappearing into the grass.
Wu Zheng glanced around to cover Lu Feiyan as she climbed the wall. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of his aunt's taut, protruding buttocks as she climbed, and
his blood boiled. Because of Lu Feiyan's bent-over posture, her buttocks were raised high, full and plump like a peeled
pear oozing with juice, tempting him to pounce on them, inhale their fragrant aroma, and then
bite into their soft, chewy flesh.
Composing himself, Wu Zheng took a few deep breaths, carefully positioning his erect penis to avoid embarrassment, before
deftly vaulting over the wall. His landing was almost silent, earning Lu Feiyan's secret admiration and
a gentle smile.
The two followed the wall, stopping beside a hall opposite a vermilion gate. They quietly opened a window and
slipped inside.
The hall was cluttered with miscellaneous items scattered in the corners. The pearwood tables and chairs, though sturdy, were mostly peeling
and chipped of their lacquer. Strangely, this dilapidated place was remarkably clean, suggesting it had been recently tidied.
"Someone's coming!" Lu Feiyan, her ears perked, listened intently. Besides the faint footsteps outside the door,
someone was also approaching rapidly in the distance, their speed startling Lu Feiyan: this person's skill surpasses hers.
She quickly signaled Wu Zheng to hide, only to see him already looking around for a concealed spot. Almost simultaneously, they
chose the plaque hanging high on the beam, inscribed with the words "Righteousness Through the Ages."
The footsteps nearby were slow, and there was still some distance between them. Both Lu Feiyan and Wu Zheng possessed superb lightness skills, quickly
hiding themselves and waiting for an opportunity.
The plaque was quite large, ten feet wide and four feet high. However, Wu Zheng was tall, and Lu Feiyan was strikingly tall; the space within
was limited, and they could almost hear each other's breaths. Fortunately, the wooden frame holding the heavy plaque was extremely sturdy, providing leverage; otherwise,
clinging to the wall for too long would have been uncomfortable for both of them.
"Creak," the door to the room was pushed open, and three footsteps entered the hall. Soon after, the hurried footsteps,
without even leaving the main gate, also scaled the courtyard wall and entered the hall.
"Master is injured?" The black-robed man had two arrows embedded in his shoulder, the entire arrowhead piercing his flesh, the blood already
dried. He broke off the shafts and ordered Liu Rong to use a sharp knife to cut open the flesh and remove the arrowheads. The barbed arrowheads caused profuse
bleeding. "They're just superficial wounds, nothing serious. Did you bring the person back?" The black-robed man didn't
utter a single groan throughout the bandaging process, proving himself to be a truly tough man.
Liu Rong seemed somewhat dejected, replying in a low voice, "Brought her back, placed her in the backyard." "Hehehe
! I was just trying to catch some small fry, but I caught a big fish instead." The black-robed man's sinister laughter was like a knife scraping rusty
iron, sending chills down one's spine. "Bring her here." Liu Rong left without a word, carrying a stack of light butterflies back to the hall.
The noblewoman remained unconscious and at the mercy of the three men, yet strangely, despite being in their hands for so long, her clothes were
only wrinkled from the pulling, without any signs of being ripped off.
"Not even allowed to touch her?" The black-robed man sneered in a sinister voice, "You've really taken a liking to this girl
?" Liu Rong remained silent, head bowed, seemingly acquiescing.
"Hehehe, how interesting! Wake her up." Wu Zheng twitched his lips. Cut off your arm, and then
fall for this utterly unruly enemy? Okay, this guy has a wild imagination.
A stench filled the air. Die Qingdie awoke from her unconsciousness, retching repeatedly, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.
Finally catching her breath, Die Qingdie, dizzy and weak, stammered, "You dare arrest me?" Even imprisoned, she
still uttered such vile words; she was truly beyond help. Wu Zheng sighed inwardly, glancing at Lu Feiyan who also wore the same disdainful expression
. His sense of superiority surged uncontrollably.
"Hehehe, Die Yunhe's daughter, others can't arrest her, but this old man can. Even if your father came, he wouldn't have
a say." The man in black robes chuckled coldly, his arrogance terrifying. "A life for a life, a debt for a debt. Hurt someone
? Hehehe, paying with your chastity isn't bad either. It'll all fall on your head." Die Qingdie felt a chill run down her spine before she could clearly see
the sturdy Liu Rong. His severed left arm confirmed his identity. She stammered, "You…you…"
"It's me. Liu Rong, the servant of Yan Anju." "Rong'er, don't be disrespectful, call me Senior Sister!" The man in black robes leaned back,
eyes closed, seemingly at ease. His words, though harsh, were tinged with smugness.
Lu Feiyan felt a chill, suddenly remembering someone.
Among the Qingcheng Sect's peers, the eldest disciple, Xiang Wuji, had always been considered the most skilled, but he was a complete martial arts
fanatic. Therefore, the choice to succeed as Qingcheng Sect leader fell to the second disciple, He Qun, and the third disciple, Die Yunhe.
Originally, He Qun was far superior to Die Yunhe in both martial arts and talent, enjoying immense prestige, but suddenly he was brought down to earth.
The Qingcheng Sect even proclaimed to the world: He Qun had colluded with villains to harm the sect and had been expelled from Qingcheng. The world was shocked, and
He Qun vanished without a trace, as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. Unexpectedly, he appeared here today. Given his past reputation and
age, his ninth-rank cultivation seemed rather weak…
“Who exactly are you people?” Although Die Qingdie was outrageously willful, she wasn't stupid. The enemy's words made her
suspicious.
“You're young, so of course you wouldn't know about your despicable father's affairs. But you should know He Qun's name, right? Call him Master
Uncle.” “You…you…traitor! You dare call yourself Master Uncle?” Die Qingdie was both shocked and horrified. She hadn't expected
the man in black robes to be the traitor the sect had publicly denounced. Falling into his hands would likely mean certain death.
“Traitor? Hahaha, let your father confront me personally, and see if he dares to say that!” He Qun's eyes
flashed with malice: “Using your family's power to bully me because I'm from a poor family. The entire Qingcheng Sect must be blind to let your father…”
"A mediocre leader! Do you really think the current situation is your father's doing? You sycophantic fools! If it weren't for Senior Brother Xiang's
overwhelming power, Qingcheng would have fallen long ago." Before Die Qingdie could speak, He Qun grabbed her hair and slammed her
to the ground. "After losing to Kunlun, you're eager to make a comeback. I used a little trick to lie in wait here,
and heh heh, caught you red-handed. Tell me, aren't you all stupid?" The grip was strong, and Die Qingdie cried out in pain, tears streaming down
her face. He Qun showed no pity, only venom. "I can't deal with your father right now, so I'll take
some money from you." His hands moved like the wind, tearing Die Qingdie's clothes off. The delicate girl was like a helpless
little lamb. Although she had woken from her coma, she seemed to still be suppressed by some drug, and could only lie on the ground trembling
.
"Rong'er has had his arm severed by you, so it's only fair that he takes your virginity. Rong'er,
what are you standing there for?" Liu Rong stared intently at Die Qingdie's exquisite, curvaceous, white body, as if possessed. This figure
had appeared in his dreams countless times, sometimes like an angel, the first time he saw her at Yan Anju, everything about her was so exquisite,
like a fine work of art meticulously sculpted by the best sculptor, as beautiful as a fairy. At other times, she transformed into a demon
, revealing an evil smile, holding a bull-ear-shaped dagger to gouge out his heart, cutting it piece by piece...
He had also imagined countless times what this naked jade body would look like, and what appeared before him was
just as perfect as he had imagined. Her breasts, which could be grasped in one hand, trembled slightly like solidified cream, her slender waist was tight, and her small buttocks were pert
...
Unconsciously, Liu Rong took off all his clothes, knelt on the ground, and lifted Die Qingdie's waist, raising her tender buttocks high
. Beneath the sparse pubic hair between the girl's legs, two plump and tender labia parted, tight, moist, and
the flesh peeking out from the honeyed cleft resembled the tips of pink lotus flowers, attracting swarms of bees and butterflies.
Die Qingdie's head was pressed to the ground, her body weak and unable to move. A faint
warmth emanated from her sensitive, cool buttocks, whether from the boy's swollen penis or his hot breath, she couldn't tell. This lowly commoner was holding her slender
waist, his remaining rough hands constantly caressing and pinching her tender skin. The filthy, repulsive man:
"You lowly commoner, don't touch me, you…you dare…I'll tear you to pieces…" Liu Rong shuddered; the severed
part of his left arm awakened memories from five years ago. The excruciating pain in his body was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
A celestial beauty, captivating him at first glance , treated him this way. He knew an argument was taking place in the private room, yet he still boldly carried
a tray of food, just to catch another glimpse of her… that was all…
Liu Rong's face twisted in a grimace, a mixture of joy and rage indistinguishable: “Hmph, you treat commoners like dirt,
not even giving them a second glance. Once I've fucked you, you'll remember me for life.” With a muffled roar and a shrill scream
, Liu Rong thrust his hips forward, his enormous penis forcing its way into her narrow, tight passage.
The tearing pain made Die Qingdie gasp, her neck constricted as if she were suffocating, unable to utter a sound.
She desperately tried to escape, to avoid the vile penis of this lowly man, but a strong hand held her
waist down, rendering her immobile. She could only desperately feel the penis penetrating deeper and deeper, almost splitting her body in two.
The extreme shame and intense pain brought tears streaming down Die Qingdie's face. Liu Rong's eyes were bloodshot; pity, love
, and hatred all paled in comparison to the pleasure emanating from the tight grip of his penis. —If she were an angel, he would
possess her without hesitation; if she were a demon, he would punish her severely!
"Ah!" Die Qingdie cried out in pain, the agony seemingly draining her of all strength, just like the
crude penis that had robbed her of her virginity—anger, disgust, and helplessness.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Her delicate pink buttocks were pressed tightly against the man's crotch, his penis seemingly
filling her entire body. After struggling, the penis that had deflowered her plunged straight in, hitting her soft, tender
flesh.
"No, no...it's going to...break..." Die Qingdie sobbed repeatedly. Liu Rong, like a
mad wolf, thrust wildly behind her. How could a girl who had just lost her virginity endure such torment? The tearing pain stripped away her dignity
and pride. At this moment, she was just a helpless girl...
Seeing that Die Qingdie was completely powerless to resist, He Qun sat back down, watching the rape with a smile. His two other
disciples stood beside him, swallowing hard.
"Cheng'er, Zan'er, Rong'er should taste this girl's entire body first. Don't be impatient, you'll get your share
." Cheng Chengsheng's weasel-like eyes were extremely lewd, and Liao Zan was barely passable. No wonder
they all regarded Liu Rong as the eldest, while He Qun favored the youngest, disabled disciple.
He Qun's words made Liu Rong's heart sink. His desire to possess her was suppressed, and his fierce thrusting suddenly
slowed down to gentle, light withdrawals. "She's mine...mine..." Die Qingdie had only
felt excruciating pain with no pleasure, but Liu Rong's sudden gentleness eased the pressure in her vagina. A strange tingling sensation arose alongside the excruciating pain,
the two sensations intertwining, making her want to escape the torment of being humiliated and raped, yet also subtly reluctant.
"Rong'er, what are you doing? We have so much time! Hurry up!" His master's stern shout startled Liu Rong.
With a sudden thrust of his waist and abdomen, his penis plunged heavily into the depths of her vagina again...
"Ah..." Die Qingdie, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but cry out again. This time, besides the undiminished excruciating
pain, the strange tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger, causing her to unconsciously arch her back to meet the invasion of his penis
. Her tender buttocks slammed against Liu Rong's lower abdomen with a loud slap.
Forced by his master's authority, Liu Rong had no choice but to increase the speed of his thrusts. A thick,
dark penis was fiercely churning the girl's tender vagina between her high, rounded buttocks, pulling in and out of the tightly closed pink flesh,
gradually oozing glistening fluid, and the sound of water rising.
"Girl, you're getting aroused so quickly? Haha, the Die family are all sluts after all. Rong'er, go faster!
Take off your clothes and I'll put it in. All men and women are the same, so what's the difference between noble and lowly?" Liu Rong thrust faster and
harder, as if his master's words had stirred up past memories. His expression was extremely complex, a mixture of joy, delight,
hatred, and anger. The pleasure from the penis grew stronger, and the fluid in her vagina became more abundant and smoother.
Amidst the gurgling and rubbing sounds, the vaginal fluid overflowed from the pink opening, washing away the fresh blood from her broken body. The newly overflowing fluid
was ground white, like freshly squeezed lychee juice.
"You slut... you bitch... you're just a bitch..." Liu Rong roared, thrusting desperately, his
muscles bulging.
"I... I didn't... be gentle... it hurts... I can't take it anymore... ahhh..." Amidst
the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, the petite Die Qingdie was like a small boat helplessly adrift in a stormy sea.
Her mind spun, and she let out a long scream. As Liu Rong ejaculated violently, her whole body tensed, her clean, neat
toes clenched tightly together. Pain and numbness surged through her like a giant wave, tossing her up and slamming her
down, leaving her dazed and confused…
“Rong’er, take a rest.” He Qun chuckled as he rose, circling the limp, barely breathing Die Qingdie
, his eyes narrowed with amusement. “I’ll have a taste too.” Liu Rong lowered her head, gritting her teeth, and couldn’t help but whisper, “Master,
let her rest!” “Beast!” He Qun slapped Liu Rong hard across the face, drawing blood from the corner of her mouth. “You actually
feel sorry for this lowly servant? What did I teach you? Speak!” “Master said that everyone in the Qingcheng Sect is a lowly person, that
men should be slaves for generations, and women should be prostitutes for generations,” Liu Rong mumbled, covering her mouth.
"That's right, a whore and bitch is meant to be fucked. Don't worry, this slut is in good shape,
it won't hurt her." The exhausted Die Qingdie was grabbed, her swollen, engorged labia facing Liu Rong's rather
impressive penis.
"Good niece, your uncle will pamper you." Liu Rong lay flat on the ground, his hands gripping Die Qingdie's waist to
straighten her, and thrusting his hips upwards towards her flower cave. The flesh cave, mixed with blood, semen, and vaginal fluid, had the tightness of a young girl,
yet also the slippery pleasure.
With a "plop," Die Qingdie's flesh flower bloomed again, and the dazed girl screamed as she felt
another penis forcefully invading her lower cavity, letting out a shrill cry.
He Qun's hands were perfectly controlled, barely supporting Die Qingdie. The swaying girl instinctively
tried to support herself with her legs, making her cavity even tighter and more constricted.
"Good! Tight, so tight and tender! My niece truly has the potential to be a prostitute." He Qun smiled as he thrust up and down
, doing everything he could to humiliate her.
"You will all die a horrible death... Waaah... You will all... Ah... die... a horrible death."
Die Qingdie sobbed uncontrollably, but her sensitive body once again felt a strange tingling sensation. Her newly deflowered body no longer
felt pain with every thrust.
With repeated thrusts, the pain would last for a moment after five thrusts, then for a moment after ten, and gradually the pain would disappear,
leaving only the even more excruciating tingling sensation.
"Uncle-Master has already died once, what? You think this old man's stick isn't good enough? A bitch is a bitch
!" He Qun stopped his rape and said to Liu Rong, "Rong'er, give it your all, fill it up from both ends and see if you can
satisfy this bitch!" Liu Rong was torn between his conscience and his desires. He wanted to save Die Qingdie several times, but he knew that the gap between him and He
Qun was too great, and he couldn't even withstand a single move. He knelt, burying his face in his hands, afraid to look, afraid to listen, afraid to think.
But the squelching sound of the penis penetrating her continued, and Die Qingdie's soft moans and whispers were
like weeping, haunting her soul. Except with her eyes tightly closed, her voice was like a demonic chant, each sound penetrating her ears; her image was etched into her mind, impossible to erase.
"Yes!" Liu Rong gasped, powerless to resist, he could only obey. Fortunately, his master had reserved his first time for
him; it was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
"What does 'filled from front to back' mean?" Humiliation and pleasure mingled, and Die Qingdie, lost in a daze, couldn't help
but let her mind wander.
Even kneeling, her tightly closed buttocks were pried open by a large hand, revealing her pink anus, its folds rich and full, like a
small daisy. As Die Qingdie's thoughts raced, the penis that had taken her virginity pressed against her.
"There… how can… no… you… you…" No one paid any attention to her protests.
He Qun's eyes gleamed with a wolfish ferocity and pleasure, while Liu Rong was eager to seize the area, disregarding everything else. He knew that
if he didn't do this, plenty of others would be willing to take his place…
"You've got it? Come on, grab that bitch's breasts and lift her up!" A large hand, parting her buttocks
, reached under her armpits and encircled her chest, squeezing her left breast hard while his arm pressed against her right, pulling her body backward.
Die Qingdie resembled a drawn bow, her tender buttocks arched high, her waist bent forward, and her fragrant shoulders folded in the opposite direction
. She was completely stunned with fear. The penis that had taken her virginity, mixed with slippery flower juice, forcefully,
roughly, and greedily forced its way into her extremely tight anus, utterly disregarding the narrowness that barely allowed a hair to pass through, relentlessly
pushing forward, forward, and forward, as if it were pushing into her belly…
A pain even more intense than when she was deflowered tormented every nerve in Die Qingdie's body. Her throat seemed to have lost its function,
and she couldn't even cry out in pain. Only gurgling swallowing sounds came from her wide-open mouth…
“Tight! So tight!” Liu Rong finally penetrated to the deepest point, allowing He Qun to exhale a sigh of relief. “I'll
just rest like this. Rong'er, give it your all and penetrate this slut through the hole.” The two penises were separated only by a thin membrane
. The thicker one behind began to gently thrust in and out, each thrust causing pain, each thrust feeling as if it were
tearing the tight opening apart.
Die Qingdie began to breathe convulsively, exhaling more than inhaling; she had completely lost consciousness. Only
the exquisite sensations from her breasts, the unbearable tingling in her vagina, and the gradually adjusting pleasure in her anus remained…
When the two penises ejaculated almost simultaneously, filling her front and back completely, Die Qingdie's vision went black
, and she completely fainted. In her dazed state, she tightly clenched her two orifices. "Am I really a lowly bitch?"
…
After settling Die Qingdie aside, He Qun stood up, glanced at Cheng Cheng and Liao Zan's drooling faces, and
paced around the hall, loosening his muscles. He said, "Rest for a while, then you two and Rong'er can fuck this slut together."
Wu Zheng and Lu Feiyan, who had been hiding behind the plaque, not daring to breathe loudly, simultaneously sensed danger. Before they could even warn each other, they
instinctively clasped their hands and leaped high into the air.
The plaque shattered into seven pieces. Wu Zheng and Lu Feiyan leaped onto the roof beam, the flying dust covering them in soot
.
"Hehehe. Lu Feiyan of the Kunlun Sect? Your kung fu is truly impressive!" He Qun's laughter, sharp and lewd,
was like the clanging of metal on metal. "If it weren't for that fragrance on you, which I've been longing for and am extremely sensitive to, I really wouldn't have noticed you two." Wu...
Seeing his slightly hunched figure and weathered face, Wu Zheng knew he had suffered greatly over the past twenty years. Though aged, he
remained handsome, his bare skin still supple, and his large, warm eyes
seemed to draw one in when they met. He must have been called "He Lang" in his youth.
He Qun sized up Lu Feiyan, making no attempt to hide his lust, sniffing and praising, "Fragrant,
truly fragrant, a captivating scent." Wu Zheng frowned. He and Lu Feiyan were pressed close together,
their hands, previously clasped, still caught up in the situation. Even so, he could only smell a faint
, sweet fragrance emanating from her. Did He Qun have a dog's nose? And what was this "captivating scent"?
"We've only stumbled upon this place by mistake. We don't want to get involved in this mess, nor do we need to. Brother He, how about we keep to ourselves
?" Lu Feiyan said calmly. Die Qingdie, drugged and brutally assaulted, was completely unconscious. Sending
away a woman with no connection whatsoever, even from an opposing faction, was better than fighting to the death with a top-tier ninth-rank expert.
This offer was reasonable and unlikely to be refused. Lu Feiyan was also a lower-tier ninth-rank expert, and as for
Wu Zheng, his movements just now suggested he was no ordinary fighter. He Qun, after all, was injured, so his chances of winning weren't very
high.
"Fine! But this is my territory, so I'll set the terms." He Qun pointed at Wu Zheng: "Boy,
get lost, the beauty isn't leaving." Wu Zheng chuckled: "Really? Has the old man gone mad?" Since leaping onto the crossbeam
, his gaze had mostly been on Liu Rong, his questioning tone implying: "How could you
associate with someone like that?" As for what he did to Die Qingdie, he considered it justifiable—an eye for an eye. What he couldn't
accept was this inhuman gang rape.
Liu Rong, his face filled with shame, dared not look at Wu Zheng, and whispered, "Master, this is none other than Young Master
Wu, my former savior." "Save my ass." He Qun sneered, "Your arm was severed entirely because of him; he's
more likely to have harmed you." Liu Rong dared not speak again, lowering his head in silence.
He Qun's covetous intent was obvious; things had come to this point and there was no way to resolve them peacefully. Lu Feiyan, both ashamed and angry, whispered to Wu Zheng,
"I'll keep old man He occupied; you can leave when you have the chance." Wu Zheng resolutely shook his head, grinning, "How could that be? I
'll deal with those three first, and then we'll join forces to deal with old man He later." He appeared to be carrying out filial piety and righteousness on his own, but in reality, he thought:
I can't escape the maze; where can I run to? It's just that my aunt's concern
makes me feel ashamed of all my ulterior motives.
Lu Feiyan smiled brightly, "Good child... don't be afraid, you're very strong!" This was Wu Zheng's first time facing a life-or-death
struggle, and it was inevitable that he was nervous. Just as they were about to make their move, they realized their hands were still tightly clasped, palms damp with sweat.
Lu Feiyan blushed slightly and quickly released them. With her jade-like
hand gone, Wu Zheng, not even savoring the soft, exquisite touch, drew his sword.
Lu Feiyan pounced like a female eagle hunting a rabbit, her long, taut legs arching towards the sky, her
rounded buttocks faintly visible. He Qun, his right shoulder injured and less agile, fought with his left hand. The two swords clashed, the powerful internal force
causing the blades to vibrate and hum.
He Qun wielded an ordinary longsword, the kind you could buy at any blacksmith's shop. Lu Feiyan, from a wealthy family,
wore the renowned weapon "Demon Eye." That longsword, half red and half blue, was forged from an alloy, reflecting light like
shimmering, luminous eyes, sometimes ambiguous, sometimes sinister, like the eyes of a witch.
She intended to slice off a corner of He Qun's sword with a single strike, but in reality, only a faint white mark remained. Lu Feiyan
was secretly alarmed, knowing that her opponent's internal strength was superior to her own. The gap between the lower and upper ninth rank couldn't be bridged by weapons,
so she focused her mind, her sword tip scattering like starlight, two parts offense and eight parts defense, hoping to wear down her injured opponent with sheer force
.
Wu Zheng was temporarily at a disadvantage against three opponents. Liu Rong was already at the middle fifth rank, and Cheng Cheng and Liao Zan were at the middle fourth rank. The three
longswords attacked like a vast net, leaving him clumsy and in grave danger. Fortunately, the "Principles of Truth" was the best way
to survive in the face of death. The whistling sword winds were clearly sensed in the cells of his skin, which were filled with internal energy.
Liu Rong's longsword was blocked as it went straight to the center, and then two swords at his feet simultaneously slashed at his ankles. Wu Zheng leaped up
, and all three swords simultaneously slashed upwards like leeches.
Wu Zheng deflected Liu Rong's longsword and grabbed the other two swords with his left hand. Cheng Cheng and Liao Zan were overjoyed; wouldn't this grab
leave two transparent holes in his hands? Unexpectedly, Wu Zheng flicked his wrist, and an extremely strange internal force erupted from his palm,
not only deflecting the twin swords but also using the force to leap high, hooking his hand onto a beam and landing on top.
Liu Rong and the other two were stunned. Wu Zheng moved through the air as swiftly as a bird, his movements fluid and graceful
. They themselves didn't possess such superb lightness skills, and being on the roof beam was like throwing an egg against a rock, leaving them vulnerable. Looking back, He Qun and Lu Feiyan were
locked in a fierce battle; even a ninth-rank expert couldn't intervene, forced to stand on solid ground, facing each other.
Seeing his opponent's strength and swift reaction, Wu Zheng, before even considering victory, considered defeat. Standing on the roof beam, he was in an invincible position,
holding the upper hand and ready to launch an attack at any moment, quickly erasing the disadvantage of his side and even subtly gaining the upper
hand.
He fixed his gaze firmly on Liu Rong, as if seeing through his heart. Liu Rong's face flushed red, and he simply closed his eyes, unable to bear
looking. However, the gaze, seemingly tangible, was everywhere, making his scalp tingle and his whole body uneasy.
Lu Feiyan and He Qun fought swiftly and evenly. He Qun was wounded, and during the fierce battle, his bandaged wound reopened,
bleeding profusely. Knowing that he could not delay any longer, he wielded his longsword, creating a blur of light and shadow, each move aimed at his opponent's
vital points.
Lu Feiyan's skirt billowed as she leaped high and low, constantly in danger under the threat of He Qun's life-risking, rapid sword strikes
. Her clothes were soaked with fragrant sweat. A large wet patch of her sapphire blue brocade robe clung to her skin from her chest and armpits, and as she darted and moved,
the magnificent outline of her breasts was revealed, bouncing and swaying, a sight that was dazzling and mesmerizing.
"A woman with such a captivating physique dares to cultivate the 'Beauty-Enhancing Yang Technique'? Hahaha, women truly risk their lives for beauty!"
He Qun, his energy waning after a prolonged and fruitless attack, seized an unexpected opportunity and blurted out without hesitation.
Years ago, during a great calamity for the Qingcheng Sect, he fought his way from the mountain peak, fighting his way through enemy lines and sustaining severe injuries. His martial arts skills plummeted from the tenth rank to the ninth
, with no hope of recovery. However, this hardship transformed him from a glorious hero into a predator lurking in the shadows
. Though his martial arts had regressed, he had become even more cunning and ruthless.
"A body as alluring as a hundred charms cannot be satisfied by one man, yet you still cultivate the 'Beauty-Cultivating Yang Technique' to maintain your youth forever. Poor
Gu Bufan, you're going to drain him dry, aren't you? Haha, seeing how violently you move, your breasts and anus are rubbing against the fabric and your lust
surges like a tide. It seems you haven't tasted the pleasure of penetration for many years..." Although He Qun was injured, his inner strength was still abundant, and he still had
the strength to speak. His words were vulgar and offensive, but Wu Zheng knew that what he said was true. Twelve years ago in the desolate wilderness behind the mountain, he had personally
witnessed Gu Bufan's inability to resist, and Lu Feiyan's sensitive body was deeply imprinted in his mind. No wonder that in today's life-or-death struggle
, Wu Zheng felt that with Lu Feiyan's lower-level ninth-rank skill, her steps were slightly unsteady, and her moves were somewhat weak and powerless
. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been at a disadvantage against the injured He Qun.
Lu Feiyan was filled with shame and anger, and her face turned even redder. She knew her own situation best. He Qun's guess was as if he
had seen it with his own eyes. She wasn't usually prone to sweating, but the friction of her clothes against her body during the fierce fight had brought waves of sensitive numbness
, as if countless tiny hands were caressing her, gently pleasing her. Her high, perky nipples formed an alluring
curve against her soaked brocade robe. As for the lack of wetness between her legs, the only reason was that she had wrapped herself in layers of cloth every day, and it hadn't been
completely soaked yet. But given the current situation, in less than the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, that shameful flower juice would be staining her crotch
...
"Shut up..." Lu Feiyan shouted angrily. Her inner strength was already inferior to He Qun's, and speaking only further depleted her true energy.
He Qun's longsword caught her and nearly sent her flying. She managed to grip the sword tightly, but she was still pulled back and staggered. He
Qun's right palm, which had been hanging down, suddenly lashed out, grabbing towards her chest. In the midst of the chaos, Lu Feiyan executed a backbend
, dodging the fatal blow. Her delicate body was supple and boneless, except for her proud breasts, which stood tall and erect.
He Qun's palm struck downwards with lightning speed. Lu Feiyan had already regained her breath and lay down, using her legs to push off backwards.
The opportunity was once in a lifetime. He Qun's shoulder wound was already bleeding profusely, yet he gritted his teeth and relentlessly pursued her. His tone
shifted abruptly, like a lover's lips whispering in her ear: "You've had a hard time these past years, haven't you? This old man can make that girl
feel like she's dying of pleasure, and I can certainly make you feel good too. You've been wanting the feeling of my rod stirring deep inside you for a
long time, haven't you…?" Lu Feiyan constantly shifted her position, trying to dodge. He Qun's words seemed to penetrate her very soul, causing a shiver to run through her body. A sticky, honey-like liquid gushed from deep within her legs, causing her limbs 　　to tremble and weaken
involuntarily . She forced herself to roll away, barely managing to stay upright. 　　Although He Qun's grab missed, Lu Feiyan was already easily captured, offering little resistance. However, a sharp pain shot through her back 　　, and her vision blurred. She could only flick her finger. 　　Lu Feiyan's movements were slow and hesitant. He Qun, intending to strike her Jianjing acupoint, was blinded by his blurred vision and his strike missed, 　　landing squarely on the woman's high, perky nipple. 　　"Ah..." Lu Feiyan let out a soft, seductive moan, collapsing to the ground, her body trembling violently. Her limbs were completely 　　weak and unable to move, her lower abdomen convulsing and heaving as she tightly clenched her legs. 　　A large wet patch quickly appeared between her legs... 　　He Qun nearly fainted, leaning on his sword and gasping for breath. Liu Rong, Cheng Cheng, and Liao Zan were also stunned by that moan 　　, their souls nearly leaving their bodies. The bizarre and alluring scene before them was breathtaking. The so-called "body of a hundred charms" 　　refers to a woman's innate allure; every gesture, every smile, radiates charm, far surpassing the mere innate allure of 　　a woman. Liu Rong and the other two hadn't even touched a single hem of Lu Feiyan's clothes, yet when she lay on the ground, seemingly lost in thought 　　, and climaxed, the three of them were stunned, as if their souls had been sucked away. The desire they had unleashed on Die Qingdie 　　surged back like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. 　　Only Wu Zheng! 　　In broad daylight, Wu Zheng leaped down, his figure seemingly disappearing into the air, his swift and 　　agile movements making no sound. His *Principles of Reason* was already at its peak; having already experienced the power of his master's seductive body, 　　he had even sealed his sexual nerves with internal energy long ago. He had been waiting for this moment since He Qun spoke. 　　The moment of turning defeat into victory! A 　　flash of sword light appeared, and before He Qun could even cry out in surprise, Cheng Cheng and Liao Zan 　　were both stabbed with two bloody holes in an instant, only Liu Rong was spared. 　　"Should we save her or not?" Wu Zheng only managed to utter half a sentence before being enveloped in a vast expanse of azure light. He Qun, enraged that he had killed his disciple 　　and then sowed discord, disregarded his severe injuries and bleeding profusely, determined to kill him instantly with his sword. 　　The sword light, shaped like a triangular pattern, swept towards him erratically, its final, deadly strike unpredictable. Wu Zheng felt his entire 　　body riddled with openings. This move, "Like a Prickly Needle in My Back," described both the sword's immense power and its 　　swiftness, making him feel as if his entire body was enveloped in sword light. 　　The trembling sword tip hissed, and Wu Zheng was terrified. Although he had practiced with his grandmaster day and night, he had never experienced such a 　　perilous life-or-death struggle, nor had he imagined that a ninth-rank master's full-force attack could be so terrifying. 　　He channeled the internal energy of the "Principles of Truth" throughout his body, his vision blurred, and he had no idea how to defend himself. He simply closed 　　his eyes. The epidermal cells, brimming with internal energy, were extremely sensitive. The sword flashes arrived almost simultaneously, indistinguishable to the eye, though the whooshing 　　sounds they created were sequential. 　　Wu Zheng tilted his neck to dodge the first sword, his body twisting swiftly to the left to avoid the second sword aimed at his chest. Simultaneously, he 　　leaped upwards, trying to avoid the third sword aimed at his waist. 　　His reaction was quick, but human strength has its limits. Avoiding the first two swords, delivered with the full force of a ninth-rank master, was already a miracle 　　; the difference of three ranks seemed like an insurmountable chasm. He had only leaped halfway when He Qun's sword arrived. If 　　he didn't change his move, he would inevitably suffer the fate of having both legs severed at the knees. 　　Wu Zheng gripped his sword with both hands and swept it horizontally. The two swords clashed, and Wu Zheng roared as if struck by lightning. His bloodied palms could no longer 　　hold the weapons, and Kunwu was sent flying. He Qun's sword momentum paused slightly but continued unabated. 　　In his moment of crisis, Wu Zheng slammed his bloodied palms onto the sword, leaping backward through the air and crashing to the ground, blood 　　gushing from his mouth. 　　The fact that his full-force "Like a Thorn in My Back" attack hadn't killed a sixth-rank youth, even though he was far from his peak, 　　was still a huge surprise to He Qun. He was now in excruciating pain, nearly fainting, and the massive blood loss had drained most of 　　his strength; he was at his last gasp. 　　He turned to Liu Rong, signaling his disciples to attack. 　　Wu Zheng lay sprawled on the ground, utterly disheveled, struggling to his feet, panicked and on the verge of death by the sword 　　.

"Stop!" Lu Feiyan, struggling to maintain her limp body, picked up the Demon Eye. The blow to her nipple had not only
unleashed her pent-up desires, but this spot was also a vital acupoint; the internal energy had seeped into it, leaving half her body unresponsive. She
leaped onto one leg, rushing ahead of Wu Zheng to meet He Qun's deadly sword strike.
With a clang, Lu Feiyan's sword flew from her hand, and He Qun's sword trajectory veered, leaving only
a bloody gash on her arm.
In a panic, Wu Zheng suddenly revealed a mysterious and eerie smile: "Attack." He crawled between Lu Feiyan's legs,
his face and head enveloped in her alluring fragrance, and struck He Qun's abdomen with both palms.
This left him wide open, almost completely exposing his back to his opponent—not fighting desperately, but courting death.
Without thinking, He Qun thrust his sword down, intending to pin him to the ground.
A long sword flew out—it was Liu Rong's. He roared and lunged forward, clinging to his master like an octopus…
He Qun, never expecting his beloved disciple to betray him at this moment, unleashed his ferocity, wildly slashing with his longsword. Liu Rong screamed as another section of his left arm was severed
, yet he still clung tightly to He Qun.
At this moment, Wu Zheng's palms were already imprinted on He Qun's abdomen, his entire body's internal energy from the *Daoli Jue*
flowing like the Yangtze River, sending him flying…
Taking off his robe and draping it over Lu Feiyan to cover her, Wu Zheng looked at the stunned Liu Rong and said, “What are you still standing here for
? Waiting to die? Don't you have a backup plan?” Liu Rong snapped out of his daze, torn between two
options, staring at the still unconscious Die Qingdie with great hesitation.
“You can't escape with her. Don't worry, no one here will hurt her again.” Liu Rong took a package from the clothes He Qun had thrown on the ground,
handed it to Wu Zheng, knelt down, kowtowed three times, and ran away.
"The heir of a traitor from the Qingcheng Sect raped the most outstanding disciple of the Qingcheng Sect's current generation, the impeccably
chosen daughter of the sect leader? Heh heh, interesting, truly interesting!" Wu Zheng recalled the absurdity of the day, feeling the
gains were unimaginable. But what about my Aunt Lu?
"Aunt! Should we wait here, or… should Zheng'er help you out to heal your injuries as soon as possible?"
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