Cold Fragrance Valley [Complete] - 1

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 The Hatred of Slaughtering the Clan Chapter 2
The Revenge of Killing the Master Chapter 3
The Golden Dove and Silver Staff Chapter 4
The Golden Thread Without a Trace
Chapter 5 Martial Arts Families Chapter 6
The Divine Weapon Record Chapter 7 Mastering the Skill and
Emerging from the Mountain
Chapter 8 A Small Test of Skill Chapter 9 Seeking the
Phoenix in Three Winds Chapter 10 The Truth Revealed Chapter 11 A Land of Tenderness Chapter 12 The Beautiful Girl and the Rakshasa Chapter 13 Reunion with Relatives Chapter 14 The Black Hand Sanlang Chapter 15 Deep into Dangerous Land Chapter 16 Night Visit to Kongtong Chapter 17 The Amorous Rose Chapter 18 The Five Poison Granny Chapter 19 Devoured by Ten Thousand Snakes Chapter 20 The Ice River Heroine Chapter 21 Love Between Lovers Chapter 22 Awe-Inspiring in Kunlun Chapter 23 The Sword Competition at Huangshan Chapter 24 The Heart of a Young Girl Chapter 25 The Sword Competition Chapter 26 The Battle for Alliance Leader Chapter 27 Boundless Spring Colors Chapter 28 Spring Fills the Rooftop Chapter 29 Returning Home Chapter 30 A Perfect Match Chapter 1 The Hatred of Slaughtering the Clan The cold wind howled, the snow fell heavily, the world was a blanket of silver. The majestic, towering Motianling Mountains, with their continuous peaks, were completely swallowed by a blanket of white snow. The ancient trees that once reached for the sky, the solitary peaks that seemed to reach the clouds, and the jagged cliffs and precipices were all gone, replaced by patches of black. As the snow swirled in the air, birds and beasts were nowhere to be seen, but on the northern slopes, the occasional angry neigh of a horse could be heard. Amidst the swirling snowflakes and icy debris, a dark figure galloped across the northern pass. Gradually, the figure became clearer—a magnificent, blue-maned steed. Head held high, mane bristling, it galloped with incredible speed, occasionally letting out a furious neigh. Despite the biting cold, beads of sweat still appeared on its shoulders, hind legs, and neck. The hot breath it exhaled from its nostrils turned into wisps of white smoke and vanished with the wind. A figure in green robes crouched on the saddle of a blue horse. Her fluttering green satin hood and tassels occasionally revealed her petite frame, and judging from the green silk hilt and tassels of her sword, she was clearly a martial arts heroine. She bent over the saddle, whipping the horse's rump, her green velvet boots urging it on. Her almond-shaped eyes, gleaming coldly, glanced anxiously at the indistinct North Mountain Pass. Whenever she looked up to survey the path, her exquisitely beautiful peach-shaped face, straight nose, cherry-like lips, and almond-shaped eyes met with delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows revealed a mixture of urgency, expectation, resentment, and sorrow. She bit her cherry lips with her pearly white teeth, and tears welled in her eyes. Judging by her age, she was no more than twenty. The girl in green galloped to the northern mountain pass without stopping, spurring her horse straight in. The snow at the pass was sometimes so deep it reached the horse's belly, but the girl on horseback gritted her teeth, constantly shouting and whipping her horse's hindquarters. Although Qingzong was a magnificent and strong steed, in this predicament of snow so deep it was belly-deep, it could only leap, kneel, and stumble, struggling desperately. Seeing this, the girl on horseback patted the horse's head, tears streaming down her face, and said in a strained voice, "Qing'er, it's not that I, Xiao Qionghua, have the heart to abandon you, but the situation is urgent, it's truly a matter of every second counts. May Heaven protect you..." As soon as she uttered the word "may Heaven" she leaped into the air, treading on the thick snow, displaying her light-footed skill, and galloped straight into the depths. The horse, seeing this, struggled desperately, tears streaming from its eyes, raising its head and emitting mournful neighs. The green-clad girl, Xiao Qionghua, galloped through the snow, glancing back repeatedly with heartache. But the biting wind and swirling snow obscured her vision before she could cover even ten paces. The urgent situation left her no time to look back. Though she heard the mournful neighing of her blue horse behind her, she gritted her teeth and pressed on. The mountainous region was particularly fierce, the wind whipping up snowflakes and ice, forming countless swirling clouds that swept across peaks and valleys, their sharp, piercing cries creating a truly terrifying spectacle. The anger in Xiao Qionghua's heart shielded her from the biting wind, and her grief made her oblivious to the sting of the snowflakes hitting her delicate face. She only knew to run, to run! Judging from the varying depths of her footprints on her small boots, her light-footed skill was not yet at its peak, but the ability to leap and race across mountain paths covered in several feet of snow was already a sign of considerable skill. After traversing peaks and valleys, speeding along cliffs for a full hour and a half, they finally reached a valley entrance where snow had accumulated several feet deep. The massive stele standing at the valley entrance, though its back was obscured by snow, still clearly displayed the three large red lacquered characters "Cold Fragrance Valley" on its front. Upon seeing the stele at the valley entrance, the green-clad girl, Xiao Qionghua, burst into tears again, occasionally letting out suppressed sobs of grief. At the same time, her pace quickened considerably. Upon entering the valley, the wind subsided slightly, though the heavy snow continued. The magnificent buildings that once stood amidst the pine forests of the valley were no longer visible; all that could be seen was a vast expanse of silver. Because the pine forest was not far into the valley, the straight stone path was less covered in snow, and could be vaguely discerned, leading to the grand manor gate several dozen feet away. The gate was tightly shut, the stone lions on the high steps covered in snow, and the rings on the two large black lacquered doors inside the gatehouse gleamed with a dim golden light. Upon seeing the manor gate tightly shut, the young girl in green, Xiao Qionghua, gasped softly in surprise. A sense of foreboding flashed through her mind; she was like a frightened bird, recently traumatized, easily frightened by such a somber scene. In the past, the manor gate was always wide open, with three or five male servants sitting on benches chatting and laughing, displaying their inner peace and contentment. Now, the profound silence was almost frightening; how could she not be terrified? Nevertheless, she mustered her courage and leaped towards the gate. Reaching the gate, she leaped up the steps, but lacked the courage to knock on the door knocker. She feared the sight would resemble her own home—a scene of carnage, blood everywhere, a horrific spectacle. However, the memory of her parents' tragic deaths and the injuries to her family ignited a burning flame of grief and anger within her, compelling her to resolutely raise her hand and tap twice on the door knocker. A clear, ringing sound was followed immediately by footsteps. Upon hearing footsteps, the young girl in green, Xiao Qionghua, felt a surge of emotions—a mixture of sorrow, joy, surprise, and fear—cry out. Instinctively, she covered her chest with her hands, slowly backing away, her almond-shaped eyes wide as she stared at the manor gate. The gate creaked open, revealing an old servant dressed in a grey satin robe and a winged fur hat. Seeing the young girl in green standing outside, the old servant was startled and exclaimed urgently, "Ah, Miss, why has this heavy snow come?" Upon seeing the old servant, Xiao Qionghua felt as if she had seen a family member. She cried out "Lan Fu!" and threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears. Old servant Lan Fu, a man of rich experience, had once followed the old valley master, "Golden-Backed Saber" Lan Chongren, through thick and thin in their adventures. Seeing the situation, he knew something was wrong and hurriedly said in a low voice, "Miss, don't cry, let's sit in the hall." At this moment, several male servants who had been chatting around a fire in the gatehouse also rushed out in alarm. Seeing this, Old servant Lan Fu, while helping the green-clad girl Xiao Qionghua inside, hurriedly ordered the servants, "Quickly go and invite the old valley master." One of them responded anxiously and turned to run inside. Old servant Lan Fu helped the green-clad girl Xiao Qionghua through the gatehouse, around the wall, and towards a high-level hall opposite, fitted with a heated curtain. At this moment, a young boy in blue robes, looking astonished, came out of the hall. Seeing Old servant Lan Fu helping the weeping Xiao Qionghua up the steps, he quickly lifted the heated curtain. Old Lan Fu helped Xiao Qionghua into the hall, and a wave of warmth immediately swept over them. Another maid in the hall hurriedly picked up a feather duster and brushed the snowflakes off Xiao Qionghua's body.

Just then, an elderly man with a white beard and a thin face, wearing a felt-tasseled hat, a satin robe, and a white beard, hurried out from behind the screen. The thin old man in the satin robe had piercing eyes; he was none other than Lan Chongren, the old hero known as "Golden-Backed Knife," the former lord of "Cold Fragrance Valley" on Motian Ridge. Upon seeing Lan Chongren, Xiao Qionghua burst into tears and knelt on the ground, crying out, "Uncle, my parents died so tragically!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Chongren trembled, his face changing drastically. He rushed forward, reached out and helped Xiao Qionghua up, saying in a trembling voice, "Qiong'er, get up. Quickly tell your uncle what happened in the palace." As he spoke, he looked at the young boy with a sense of foreboding and urged, "Go and fetch the young master." The young boy respectfully agreed and rushed out of the hall, while the maidservants helped the weeping Xiao Qionghua to a chair.

Knowing the urgency of the situation, Xiao Qionghua could only sob and weep as she spoke, "Last night, around midnight, I had already gone to bed when I was suddenly awakened by several angry shouts, followed by the sounds of clashing weapons. I hurriedly dressed, slung my sword over my shoulder, and was about to go downstairs when my maid came tumbling up the stairs, saying that a formidable enemy had arrived in the front hall, and that my parents were critically injured and in critical condition. She told me to come quickly to inform my uncle so that we could prepare."

Before she could finish speaking, the old hero with the golden-backed sword

asked anxiously, "Did your mother say who the people were?" Xiao Qionghua led the way, crying, "My mother told the maid that they were the Dui brothers who robbed and killed people five years ago at the foot of Changbai Mountain." The old hero with the golden-backed sword was shocked and exclaimed "Ah!" before he was stunned.

Just then, the curtain in the front hall was lifted, and a handsome young man wearing a silver-threaded square scarf and a silver satin robe with bright flowers strode in. The young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, had eyebrows like ancient swords, eyes like morning stars, a broad nose, square lips, and a face like jade. He possessed a kind yet heroic air. Judging from his hurried pace and expression, he clearly knew that Xiao Qionghua had come despite the heavy snow. The young man in silver glanced at the weeping Xiao Qionghua, then quickly walked to the old hero Lan, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Peng'er greets Father."

The old hero Lan, known as "Golden-Backed Sword," composed himself, immediately pointed to Xiao Qionghua on the chair, and said in a low voice, "Greetings, your cousin."

The young man in silver turned to Xiao Qionghua again, bowed deeply, and said, "Greetings, cousin." Upon hearing this, Xiao Qionghua was overcome with grief. Instead of rising to return the greeting, she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. The young man in silver robes stared in growing astonishment, looking at the old hero in blue with shock, and asked, "Father, what happened?"

Upon hearing the question, the old hero in blue, remembering his brother and sister, couldn't help but burst into tears, saying sadly, "Your uncle and aunt were brutally murdered by their enemies last night at midnight..."

The young man in silver robes trembled upon hearing this, his handsome face instantly changing, tears slowly streaming down his starry eyes. He paused slightly, then immediately looked at Xiao Qionghua, angrily asking, "Who is the villain who harmed my aunt?"

Xiao Qionghua, who had been weeping with her face covered, immediately raised her head, crying, "Mother said Uncle knows."

Upon hearing this, the young man in silver robes turned to the old hero in blue with urgent eyes, just... After calling out "Father," the old hero Lan sighed sadly and said, "Five years ago, your uncle and I went to visit a friend in Tala. On our way back, we passed by the foot of Changbai Mountain and happened to witness the Du brothers chasing after fleeing镖师 (bodyguards) and镖头 (head镖师). Your uncle and I felt that the Du brothers' act of robbing镖师 was already despicable, so how could we allow them to kill us all? Therefore, we stepped forward to help them. As a result, the Du brothers were defeated and fled, vowing to avenge themselves within ten years. Afterward, we heard that the brothers, filled with resentment, went to Wutai Mountain and became disciples of the 'Iron-Armed Monk' Jingfan. Jingfan is famous for his 'Poison Sand Iron Palm,' and his arms have become impervious to swords and blades. The Du brothers' return from the mountain after mastering their skills must be for a reason." "

Xiao Qionghua, who was crying beside her, chimed in, "The two thieves of the Dui family are ruthless and cruel. At that time, Qiong'er felt that her parents' lives were in danger, how could she be greedy for life and run away..."

Upon hearing this, the old hero Lan immediately interjected meaningfully, "Your words are not right. You should know that your parents have been in the martial world for a long time and have extensive experience. They weighed the situation and knew that they could not protect themselves, so they told you to run away as soon as possible and come to inform your uncle. Tell me, what can you do for your parents if you go?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qionghua couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "When Qiong'er went, there were corpses lying in the hall and blood everywhere. My parents were already lying in a pool of blood. My mother had been pierced through the chest by a sword, and my father had already died. There were twenty or thirty servants dead..."

Before she could finish speaking, the handsome young man in silver robes with a fierce look on his face suddenly interrupted and asked, "Cousin, are you saying that Aunt was still alive when you went?" "

Xiao Qionghua cried, "When I rushed to the front hall, the two thieves from the Dui family had already vanished without a trace. When I picked up my mother and cried out, she suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes and said sharply, 'Go quickly, go quickly to inform your uncle, avenge your mother…' Before she could finish speaking, my mother breathed her last."

Hearing this, Old Hero Lan, tears streaming down his face, turned his head with a bitter smile and said, "The two heroes from the Dui family are eager for revenge; it seems they are heading towards this valley now."

Upon hearing this, the young man in silver robes raised his sword-like eyebrows, his starry eyes flashing, and he said through gritted teeth, "If the two thieves from the Dui family don't come, fine. But if they do come, I, Lan Tianpeng, will surely shatter them to pieces…" Before

he could finish speaking, Old Hero Lan suddenly opened his eyes and angrily said, "Shut up! What ability do you have to boast like this? Are you confident that your skills surpass those of your aunt and uncle? Like Kuafu chasing the sun, you overestimated your strength; your youthful courage will never amount to anything. How have I, your father, taught you?" "

The silver-clad youth, Lan Tianpeng, seeing the old hero Lan's anger, hurriedly bowed his head in panic. Xiao Qionghua, standing beside him, had also stopped crying in fear. Seeing Lan Tianpeng stunned, the old hero Lan seized the opportunity to look at the old Lan Fu standing solemnly to one side and said angrily, "Lan Fu, the situation is urgent, every moment counts. Quickly lead the young master and young lady to escape through the back of the manor..." Before he could finish speaking, the silver-clad youth, Lan Tianpeng, and the old Lan Fu knelt on the ground almost simultaneously with a "thump."

The old Lan Fu also prostrated himself and said, "This old servant has followed the old master for decades without ever leaving his side. Now the old master is in danger and weak..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old hero Lan, with his golden-backed sword, suddenly stood up, glaring angrily and saying, "A servant who disobeys his master is disloyal, a son who disobeys his father is unfilial. Do you both want to be disloyal and unfilial people?" The word "want" had just left his lips when, in the howling wind and snow outside the hall, a faint scream suddenly came.

Old Hero Lan was startled, realizing the Dui brothers had arrived. In a fit of rage, he flicked the startled old Lan Fu with his sleeve and said in a low, meaningful voice, "The situation is already set in motion, and you still don't understand? You're getting more and more confused with age!" He then turned to the young servant in blue and urgently ordered, "Quickly, fetch the golden knife!"

Lan Tianpeng didn't hesitate any longer and leaped to the windproof gate. He saw a man dressed in black, about forty years old, with a dark face and a bushy beard. Old Lan Fu, who had been secretly observing him, whispered, "Young Master, the old master will never take these two scoundrels seriously..."

Lan Tianpeng felt this was somewhat contradictory and therefore... He retorted, "Since you didn't take those two thieves seriously, why did Father order you to take my cousin and me away?"

Old Lan Fu was taken aback by the question, but he quickly explained in a low voice, "The old man did this so that he could attack or retreat at will, eliminating any worries about the rear. Besides, if the young master doesn't go out, the two thieves might fight the old man one-on-one. Otherwise, as soon as the 'White-Faced Impermanence' saw the young master go out, he would immediately engage you in battle. The old man was afraid that you might be harmed, so he naturally had to keep an eye on things..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old hero Lan's voice, which was suppressing his anger, came from outside the hall. He said humbly, "So it's you two brothers. Please forgive this old man for not greeting you sooner." Upon hearing the tone of "Golden-Backed Saber" Lan

Lao Yingxiong, Old Lan Fu realized that Lan Tianpeng and Xiao Qionghua were still inside the hall and intentionally stalling for time. He nudged Lan Tianpeng and whispered, "Young Master, we should go."

Before he finished speaking, "Iron Palm Tai Sui's" stern voice came from outside the hall: "You old dog surnamed Lan, don't play dumb with me! It's time to settle the blood debt from five years ago!"

Lan Lao Yingxiong, already at the foot of the steps, knew he wouldn't have a good end, but for the safety of his beloved son and niece, he had to feign compliance. Therefore, he smiled calmly and said, "This old man has sheathed his sword and hasn't been involved in the martial world for a long time..."

Before he could finish speaking, "Iron Palm Tai Sui" roared, "Enough nonsense! You've sheathed your sword, so you won't avenge my past blood debts?" With that roar, he leaped forward, his massive, hairy black palm lashing out with the force of a "Mount Tai pressing down," aiming fiercely at Old Hero Lan's crown.

Old Lan Fu, seeing this, knew that "Iron Palm Tai Sui's" palms were poisonous, and that contact would be fatal. To save his master's life, he could only look at the golden-backed sword hanging in the center of the hall and shout to the servant, "Quickly, take the old man's sword away!" As he spoke, he turned back to see Old Hero Lan in front of him, his figure flashing aside.

"Iron Palm Tai Sui," seeing this, roared again, his body slicing forward, his arms circling as he unleashed "Double Thunder Piercing the Ears," aiming for Old Hero Lan's temples. Old Hero Lan could no longer tolerate it and could only shout, "Forgive my rudeness!" With that shout, instead of using the "Great Roc Spreads Its Wings" technique, he used the "White Ape Offering Peaches" move, bowing his head and advancing straight forward, his right palm like a hook aimed at the throat of "Iron Palm Tai Sui."

"Iron Palm Tai Sui" never dreamed that Old Hero Lan would make such a dangerous move, and was so startled that he fell backward, but his poisonous palms still tried to grab the old hero's wrists. Just then, the young servant carrying a knife rushed out of the hall and shouted, "Master, catch the knife!"

Old Hero Lan was about to step forward and close the distance, even risking his life to kill "Iron Palm Tai Sui" first, but upon hearing the servant's voice, he had no choice but to quickly perform the "Removing Robe and Giving Way." Just as he performed the "Removing Robe and Giving Way," his left palm was struck by the poisonous palm of "Iron Palm Tai Sui." Old Hero Lan's heart jolted, but he had no time to think, for his signature golden-backed saber had already flashed towards him with a cold light.

At the same moment the saber flew towards him, the "White-Faced Impermanence," standing expressionlessly in the snowstorm, flicked his wrist, a flash of blue light already on the boy's left cheek. The boy let out a sharp cry, tumbled to the ground, covered his face with his hands, and rolled down the steps, howling. Old Hero Lan caught the saber, his expression turning frenzied. He roared and lunged forward, wielding the saber, straight at the "White-Faced Impermanence." The

"White-Faced Impermanence" sneered twice, said nothing, and swung his spiked club, smashing it down on Old Hero Lan's golden-backed saber. Old Hero Lan knew he was doomed, for his left hand had begun to go numb. Therefore, upon seeing the "White-Faced Impermanence" swing the club, he instead gathered the internal energy he had cultivated over decades, neither dodging nor avoiding, and fiercely slashed at the spiked club. With a resounding clang of metal against metal, sparks flew even amidst the snow and gale. The old hero was forced back several steps by the "White-Faced Impermanence's" blow.

Lan Tianpeng and Xiao Qionghua, watching from inside the hall, roared in unison and lunged towards the warm curtain. Old Lan Fu, having received the old hero's signal, saw the disparity in strength and, to honor his master's last words, swiftly blocked Xiao Qionghua's path, simultaneously pointing to Lan Tianpeng's "Black Resting Point."

Just then, the voice of "Iron Palm Tai Sui" came from outside the hall: "Second brother, you deal with this old dog, I'm going to the hall..." Before he could finish speaking, the old hero's frantic shout came from outside the hall: "You dog, stop! I'll fight you to the death!"

Upon hearing this, Old Lan Fu knew that the old hero had already stopped "Iron Palm Tai Sui" from rushing up the hall steps. He dared not hesitate any longer, helped up the unconscious Lan Tianpeng, looked at Xiao Qionghua, and urged her urgently: "Miss, hurry up." As he spoke, he flew to the back of the screen, lifted the warm curtain of the back hall door, and rushed out.

Xiao Qionghua naturally understood the old hero's dilemma. She wanted to leave with her childhood sweetheart, Peng, but she couldn't bear to leave her uncle, who was alone and helpless. If she stayed, she was afraid that she would really miss her uncle's chance to escape. Just as they were caught in a dilemma, Old Lan Fu, who had carried Lan Tianpeng out of the back hall, turned back with a panicked expression. Peeking out from behind the screen, he immediately said anxiously, "Miss, in the future, only you and Young Master can avenge Master." He uttered the word "avenge," then abruptly turned, carried the unconscious Lan Tianpeng, and ran out of the back hall again.

Xiao Qionghua was startled, realizing that her uncle meant exactly what she meant. Gritting her teeth, she didn't hesitate any longer and flew after Old Lan Fu. When she reached the back hall, the sky was already dark, the wind was stronger, and the snow continued to fall. Looking around, she saw Old Lan Fu waiting at the side gate, so she waved and leaped towards him. Turning past the side gate, she found herself in a narrow alley. Reaching the end of the alley, she heard a mournful scream coming from the direction of the front hall. Old Lan Fu trembled, his heart breaking, but he looked at Xiao Qionghua, who had paused, and said gleefully, "Good, the old man has finally taken down one of them." As he spoke, instead of turning back to help kill the other, he accelerated, leaping like lightning.

Xiao Qionghua was in disarray, unable to concentrate. She felt that with his sword in hand, Old Hero Lan was like a tiger with wings; having killed one, the other would naturally be no match. However, her younger brother Peng was unconscious and needed careful protection. Of course, in the swirling snow, she didn't notice that Old Hero Lan's left palm was gradually turning black. In the blink of an eye, they had bypassed several courtyards and arrived at a small door in a high wall. Old Lan Fu hurriedly opened the door and leaped out first, Xiao Qionghua following closely behind. Just as Xiao Qionghua leaped out of the small door, she froze, letting out a cry of surprise.

Upon hearing Xiao Qionghua's exclamation, Old Lan Fu, who was rushing ahead, turned back and choked out, "Miss, don't forget the old man's instructions. Young Master still needs your care." Without stopping, he sped off towards the forest of giant trees ahead.

Xiao Qionghua looked at Old Lan Fu's tear-streaked face and suddenly realized that the scream she had just heard was from her uncle, Lan Chongren, and that Old Lan Fu had already recognized it. Thinking of the deep-seated hatred between her parents and uncle, and the need to care for her seventeen-year-old cousin, Xiao Qionghua gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and tears streamed down her face as she flew after Old Lan Fu.

It was already dark, but thanks to the reflection of the snow, distant and near objects were vaguely discernible. However, once they entered the forest of giant trees, it became pitch black, so dark that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face. Xiao Qionghua could only keep a close watch on Old Lan Fu to prevent losing contact. Seeing Xiao Qionghua catching up, Old Lan Fu felt much relieved and immediately whispered, "Miss, once we're out of the woods, there's a sloping cliff. Once we're on the cliff, we'll be safe."

Xiao Qionghua, however, was anxiously looking back, worried that Lan Tianpeng's acupoints had been sealed for too long and had harmed his body. So, she replied irrelevantly, "Lan Fu, release Peng's acupoints once we're out of the woods."

Unexpectedly, Old Lan Fu resolutely said, "Miss, you mustn't! You don't know my young master's temper. Even if you release his acupoints now, he'll still rush back without hesitation. This old servant will..." Before he could finish speaking, they reached the edge of the woods and noticed that the snow on the ground outside was even brighter.

Because it was dark inside the woods, Xiao Qionghua and Old Lan Fu mistakenly thought it was an illusion and didn't pay much attention. But when they reached the sloping cliff and looked back, they both almost simultaneously cried out, "Oh no!" Thick smoke billowed from "Cold Fragrance Manor," and flames flickered. Clearly, the two thieves, not satisfied with killing Old Hero Lan and the manor's servants, intended to set the manor ablaze. The experienced Old Lan Fu, however, shrewdly said, "Miss, we must climb the cliff quickly. If the flames rise, we won't be able to escape."

Xiao Qionghua was startled, then seemed to understand, saying, "You mean they're setting the fire for light, to find us?"

Old Lan Fu immediately replied, "That's exactly what I meant." In the blink of an eye, the two leaped up the sloping cliff, rushing towards the summit.

The cliff was already rugged and difficult to climb in the past, but now, with strong winds and heavy snow, the terrain was indistinct, making it extremely strenuous. However, the fire on the manor behind them, fueled by the wind, raged fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, flames leaped and illuminated the sky, turning the white cliff red. The figures of Old Lan Fu and Xiao Qionghua, struggling to move, became clearly visible. Supporting Old Lan Fu, Xiao Qionghua was both alarmed and anxious. She stumbled to her feet and rushed forward, constantly glancing back in panic, fearing the two thieves would discover them and give chase. After a moment of struggle, they finally reached the top of the cliff. Just as they reached the summit, a triumphant laugh echoed from below.

Xiao Qionghua's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned around and saw two figures, one black and one white, chasing after her at breakneck speed on the snow-covered ground, illuminated by the firelight and snowflakes. The experienced Old Lan Fu, however, didn't even glance at them, using his lightness skill to accelerate. Although Xiao Qionghua wanted to fight the two thieves, she knew she couldn't fight them all. Moreover, the difference in their strength was vast; even if she could hold them off for a while, the other would still be able to catch up with Old Lan Fu. Weighing the situation, she resolutely turned around and sped towards Old Lan Fu.

Above the cliff was a relatively flat, wide plain. Less than ten paces ahead, the "Iron Palm Tai Sui" roared with laughter behind them, "Souls wandering in your palm, are you still not ready to die? Hahaha..." The two thieves were incredibly fast; their voices had barely faded when they were already close behind.

Old Lan Fu, hearing this, knew the two thieves had arrived. He hurriedly placed Lan Tianpeng behind a snow-covered rock, unfastened the chain-like flying claw from his waist, and cried out in grief and indignation, "Miss, run east! This old servant will hold them off for a while!"

Xiao Qionghua had already withdrawn her sword, her beautiful face filled with murderous intent. She glared at the two thieves, her sword drawn, clearly concerned for Lan Tianpeng's safety and unwilling to escape alone. The "White-Faced Impermanence," rushing after the "Iron Palm Tai Sui," saw Xiao Qionghua and, with a gloomy, pale face, said with a forced smile, "Brother, I want this girl." As he spoke, he raised his spiked club and charged towards Xiao Qionghua.

"Iron Palm Tai Sui" gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grin, his piercing eyes fixed on Old Lan Fu. He lunged at Old Lan Fu with his black palms outstretched, fingers curled like hooks. Old Lan Fu, having already disregarded life and death, stared at "Iron Palm Tai Sui" with a face full of grief and indignation. As soon as the opponent reached a suitable distance, he roared and hurled his flying claw, striking "Iron Palm Tai Sui" in the face

with lightning speed. "Iron Palm Tai Sui" chuckled cruelly, completely disregarding Old Lan Fu. Even as the claw flew towards him, he neither dodged nor evaded. Old Lan Fu was startled, immediately remembering that the villain's palms were impervious to swords and blades. He clenched his wrist, trying to retract the claw and strike the villain's lower body instead. However, at the same moment he clenched his wrist, "Iron Palm Tai Sui" spun his palms around the claw, grabbing it, and then roared, "Old dog, why don't you let go?" With the word "hand," he forcefully withdrew his grip, forcing Old Lan Fu to release his hold.

Unexpectedly, Old Lan Fu not only refused to let go but also pounced forward. "Iron Palm Tai Sui" was startled and tried to retaliate, but his palms were already entangled by the flying claws. In the blink of an eye, in that moment of surprise, Old Lan Fu had already missed his target, his right palm, imbued with power, slashing towards the villain. "Iron Palm Tai Sui's" skills were indeed extraordinary. At this critical moment, the villain roared, suddenly twisting his head and body, simultaneously wielding his claws like hammers, and slamming them down towards Old Lan Fu's chest.

Almost simultaneously, with a "thud," Old Lan Fu's palm struck the villain's right shoulder, while the villain's iron palms struck Old Lan Fu's chest. "Iron Palm Tai Sui" groaned from the blow, staggering violently. Old Lan Fu, also struck by the villain's fists, saw stars and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Because the two were too close, and Old Lan Fu was filled with rage, with a "whoosh," a spurt of blood sprayed squarely onto the villain's hideous black face. "Iron Palm Tai Sui," both furious and enraged, roared and kicked Old Lan Fu with a "thud." Already unconscious, Old Lan Fu didn't utter a sound; his small body flew several feet away, landing with a "thud" in a patch of deep snow.

Just as the villain "Iron Palm Tai Sui" kicked Old Lan Fu away, the shrill scream of "White-Faced Impermanence" rang out! "Iron Palm Tai Sui" was startled and quickly turned his head, only to see the green-clad girl lying on the snow, her angry face showing shock, her longsword gone—she must have been knocked away. His wicked brother, "White-Faced Impermanence," was kneeling on the ground in agony, his right hand clutching his left wrist. Blood spurted from between his fingers, staining his white robes and the snow on the ground; clearly, "White-Faced Impermanence's" left hand was broken.

The villain "Iron Palm Tai Sui" was greatly shocked. He cried out and leaped forward, rushing to support "White-Faced Impermanence," frantically asking, "Second brother, what happened? Is it this wretched woman?" As he spoke, he pointed venomously at Xiao Qionghua, who lay supine on the snow, glaring at him.

"White-Faced Impermanence" trembled all over in pain, sweat pouring down his face. He groaned incessantly, unable to speak. Upon seeing Xiao Qionghua, the "Iron Palm Tai Sui" was filled with murderous intent and venomous resentment. He strode towards her, his palms outstretched, fingers like hooks, gritting his teeth and snarling, "You ungrateful wretch, how dare you lay a hand on Second Master?" The word "hand" was barely out of his mouth before he was upon her, his massive, hairy black hand reaching for her.

Just as the villain bent down and extended his palm, a pale yellow figure appeared on the nearby snow-covered rocks. A wisp of smoke, carrying a flash of cold light, appeared before the "Iron Palm Tai Sui" in a flash. The cold light flashed like lightning before the villain, followed by a sharp "thud" as if striking leather, and the pale yellow figure vanished simultaneously. The "Iron Palm Tai Sui" was utterly shocked, his soul nearly leaving his body. He let out a strange howl and retreated rapidly. Looking around in astonishment, he saw nothing but swirling snowflakes and swaying lone pines; there was not a soul in sight. The villain knew he had encountered a master. The "White-Faced Impermanence's" left hand had obviously been severed by this man with Xiao Qionghua's sword. Touching his own right hand, he found only a patch of fine black hair had been cut off; if not for his iron palm technique, his right hand would have been gone long ago.

Judging from the man's swift movements, his skill was clearly far superior. Not only was the "White-Faced Impermanence's" left hand severed and in excruciating pain, but the villain's own left shoulder had also been struck by Old Lan Fu. Even if both villains were unharmed, they would still be no match for this man. Weighing the situation, the villain knew he was outmatched. He leaped to the "White-Faced Impermanence's" side, whispered "Go," helped the groaning "White-Faced Impermanence" to his feet, and sped northward, disappearing into the snowstorm in the blink of an eye.

Lying on the snow-covered ground, Xiao Qionghua, seeing the two thieves flee in panic, secretly rejoiced at her rescue. She longed for her savior to come out and release her pressure points, as she desperately wanted to see Lan Tianpeng and Old Lan Fu. However, when her gaze fell upon the snow-covered cliff, she saw her savior, dressed in a pale yellow robe, bending down to pick up her younger brother Peng and using his lightness skill to speed westward. Xiao Qionghua could neither fly after him nor shout, nor could she clearly see his face, only a flowing black beard. Thinking of the yellow-robed savior who, knowing she had been acupunctured, had ignored her and allowed her to freeze to death, she panicked and fainted.

Shortly after the yellow-robed man who had taken Lan Tianpeng away, another pale gray figure, as swift as lightning, also flew across the cliff top. As the pale gray figure passed not far from Xiao Qionghua, a surprised "Eh!" was heard. The figure abruptly stopped, abruptly fluttering its sleeve. The pale gray figure was a kind-looking old nun in a monk's robe and a gray nun's cap, with frosty eyebrows, benevolent eyes, and a slender figure, holding a silver-haired whisk.

The gray-robed nun bent down and briefly checked Xiao Qionghua's breath. Her expression faltered, and she turned her head in confusion to look due west. Clearly, she had seen the middle-aged man in yellow abduct someone in the distance; why hadn't he rescued this exceptionally talented young girl? The old nun glanced back at the raging fire in the valley below the cliff and softly chanted "Amitabha." She helped Xiao Qionghua up and then sped off in the direction she had come from. Judging from the old nun's swift and graceful movements, her martial arts were many times superior to those of the middle-aged man in yellow.

The body of the loyal old servant Lan Fu froze, gradually being buried by the heavy snow. The fire at "Cold Fragrance Manor" waned, and the kind old nun who had taken Xiao Qionghua had vanished without a trace. However, Lan Tianpeng, who had been abducted by the middle-aged man in yellow, arrived at a large town at the foot of the mountain. He was placed in a large, sealed, heated carriage and driven southwest along a wide official road.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Tianpeng, who had been unconscious, was awakened by the sound of the carriage. He suddenly sat up, finding himself surrounded by darkness, but instinctively knew he was in a carriage. A sharp headache caused him to groan involuntarily, and he slowly lay back down. He tried desperately to recall the events before he fainted. He remembered the two thieves, the young servant who was killed after delivering the knife, his father's brave fight against the bandits, and his cousin Xiao Qionghua and old Lan Fu. Upon thinking of Old Lan Fu, he suddenly realized that Old Lan Fu must have used his "Black Resting Acupoint" to force him onto the carriage and escape from "Cold Fragrance Valley." This realization filled him with rage. He slammed his fist against the carriage wall, shouting, "Lan Fu! Lan Fu! Stop the carriage!" The shout caused his throat to feel like it was being cut by a knife, his head to throb, his heart to race, his breath to become labored, and his entire body to ache unbearably.

Lan Tianpeng was startled, bewildered by this turn of events. He could only close his eyes, concentrate, and secretly gather his inner energy. But his mind was still preoccupied with his father's safety and whether his cousin, Xiao Qionghua, had escaped safely. Just then, a water jug was slowly brought in from outside the carriage curtain, its spout precisely placed to his lips. Lan Tianpeng's throat was parched, but without suspicion, he opened his mouth and took two gulps. The liquid, cold as ice, was incredibly sweet and fragrant. Thirsty as he was, he didn't care about anything else and drank seven or eight mouthfuls in one go. The sweet liquid felt wonderful, and he drifted off to sleep again. In his dream, Lan Tianpeng floated and sank, sometimes still, sometimes soaring through the air, sometimes seemingly drinking again, yet unable to open his eyes.

After a long while, Lan Tianpeng finally opened his eyes. His expression froze as he opened them, for he found himself in a room with windows and light, lying on a stone bed with grass, a mat, and a thin blanket covering him. Seeing this, Lan Tianpeng muttered to himself, "Where am I?" But all around was quiet; there was no sound of anyone moving.

Lan Tianpeng naturally remembered what had happened—it was the night before, and he remembered Old Lan Fu pressing his "Black Resting Acupoint." Thinking of Old Lan Fu, he hurriedly threw off the blanket and jumped out of bed. But as he leaped up, he moved like a swift swallow, heading straight for the window. Lan Tianpeng was greatly startled; he cried out and plummeted to the ground. His mind raced, and he flashed away, landing as lightly as a willow catkin.

This unprecedented and strange phenomenon truly astonished Lan Tianpeng. He hurriedly circulated his inner energy, focusing it in his dantian, and it flowed throughout his body. Instantly, he felt refreshed and extremely comfortable. Lan Tianpeng was both surprised and delighted, and extremely puzzled. He didn't know the reason for his increased power. He turned to look at the stone bed he had just slept on. Upon seeing the thin mat and blanket on the stone bed, Lan Tianpeng realized the extreme difference. Last night, there had been a biting wind and snow, and the weather was extremely cold. How could he be covered by a thin blanket today, as if it were late spring? Startled, he blurted out "Lan Fu," and leaped out of the door. He glanced around and suddenly stopped, completely stunned.

Before him, towering peaks and lush green mountains stretched as far as the eye could see. Several solitary peaks stood rugged and steep, shrouded in rising clouds, incredibly precipitous. Especially striking were the pines and bamboos halfway up the peaks. He occasionally caught glimpses of gilded eaves and roof ridges, shimmering with golden stars and brilliance under the bright sun. Looking ahead, he saw sparse, exotic pines, neat rows of verdant bamboo, wildflowers carpeting the ground, and lush grass—a tapestry of vibrant colors, a breathtaking sight that filled him with joy. But he had no idea where he was. Following the cobblestone path he was on, he looked to the right. Several feet away, beneath a massive, canopy-like pine tree, stood a three-room stone house with a wooden roof, at least twice the size of his own stone house behind him.

To the right of the three rooms was a smaller stone house, presumably a kitchen with a chimney on its ridge. Lan Tianpeng, observing this, wondered, "Where am I? How did I end up here after waking up?" In a moment of reflection, he called out, "Lan Fu!" and walked directly towards the central stone house. The door to the central room was ajar, neither locked from the outside nor bolted from the inside. Listening closely, it was completely silent inside. Lan Tianpeng figured that since Old Lan Fu had brought him here, he must be a close friend of his father. Since the door was ajar, he reached out and pushed it open , stepping inside.

Upon entering, Lan Tianpeng was startled and involuntarily stopped. The room was simply furnished. In the center was a tall, thin table covered with yellow satin. To the right was a small table with scrolls on it. On the wall behind the table hung a huge portrait of a treacherous man. The man in the portrait wore black clothes and had a combed haircut. He appeared to be about thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, with a rat-like face, triangular eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a few sparse whiskers. He was clearly a charlatan, yet he dressed in a long robe and held a folding fan, pretending to be a learned scholar.

Lan Tianpeng glanced at the figure on the wall and immediately felt a sense of disgust. He wondered if this person was his father's old friend. Turning to look at the left room, he was startled again. Right below the wall, another figure made of a wooden plank lay sprawled. Lan Tianpeng found this strange and nimbly walked over. He bent down and looked closely, his two sword-like eyebrows immediately furrowing.

The wooden figure lying against the wall had handsome eyebrows and narrow eyes, wore a silver robe, and had a long, black beard. Its appearance was dignified and elegant, clearly that of an upright person. However, on several vital points of the silver-robed figure, a plum blossom was painted, the stamen being the center of the vital point. The stamen was intact, but the five petals had been damaged beyond recognition by nails and other objects.

After examining the scene, Lan Tianpeng was filled with suspicion and fear. He wondered if his father's friend was an evil person. Since the room was eerily silent, he concluded that no one was inside. To avoid being discovered by the owner of the stone house, he quickly retreated, leaving the door slightly ajar. Once the door was closed, he discovered that not far behind the house was a cliff. Reaching the edge, he saw a drop of several dozen feet below, with billowing clouds and an unfathomable depth, only the thunderous roar of water. Looking ahead, he saw several towering peaks with cascading waterfalls, their roars like thunder. Below, a deep ravine flowed, presumably formed by the convergence of those waterfalls.

Lan Tianpeng continued along the cliff edge and discovered a very peculiar formation. The cliff rose higher and higher, resembling a sloping mound. Several dozen feet below, there was a hollow space, like a wooden door. The thunderous torrents formed by the convergence of the waterfalls surged and roared below, like a stampede of horses, their destination unknown. At the very center of the highest point of the sloping mound, a two-zhang-high wooden stake stood horizontally. The long wall stretched south along the ridge, seemingly endless, its destination unknown. Judging from the vines and tangled leaves covering it, this wooden stake wall had clearly been built many years ago.

Lan Tianpeng found it strange; why would a wooden stake wall be built on the central ridge of a low mountain peak? At that moment, he didn't know if he was inside or outside the wall. Then, a thought struck him, and he suddenly realized that the opposite side of this wooden stake wall might be the stronghold of the bandits. Due to his new environment, driven by curiosity, and eager to know where he had arrived overnight, he used his lightness skill and rushed towards the wooden stake wall, which was several dozen feet away.

Once Lan Tianpeng used his lightness skill, his movements were extremely fast, but he only knew that he was flying easily and his energy was flowing smoothly, without knowing how much he had improved. Reaching the stake, he saw a crack in the tangled leaves. Lan Tianpeng parted the vines and looked inside, and was stunned again! In the distance opposite, there was a mountaintop pool, covering several acres. Not far from the pool, within a bamboo grove, stood two wooden-roofed stone houses. Flowers and trees grew around the houses, and near the wooden stake wall, several vegetable gardens flourished with lush, healthy vegetables.

Lan Tianpeng, observing this, suddenly realized that the wooden stakes along the ridge were a boundary wall. He wondered who lived in those two stone houses. Judging from the situation, the owner of those houses must be someone with whom his father had a falling out, perhaps the silver-clad wooden figure he had seen earlier by the wall. Before he could finish his thought, his eyes lit up. From within the bamboo grove beside the two stone houses, a young girl in purple robes emerged unhurriedly. Lan Tianpeng stared intently and saw a girl in purple who appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She had delicate eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, cherry lips, and skin as white as snow. Her beauty was like a blooming flower; even from afar, though not fully revealed, he was certain she was an exceptionally beautiful girl.

The girl used a purple satin handkerchief with gold flowers to tie a lotus leaf-shaped cap over her snow-white hair. Her hair was half-lowered, and her eyebrows were slightly arched, as if she were burdened with worries and anxieties. In her left hand she carried a small weeding shovel, and in her left arm she carried a bamboo vegetable basket as she walked along the path. Lan Tianpeng was secretly pleased, knowing that the girl in purple had come to gather vegetables. He only needed to ask her soon enough to find out where they were. In the blink of an eye, the girl in purple reached the small vegetable garden a few feet away. Lan Tianpeng looked at her again and saw that she was indeed as beautiful as a flower, no less beautiful than his cousin, Xiao Qionghua, whom he admired.

A girl in purple stood among several vegetable patches, glanced around briefly, and then squatted down in front of a patch of cucumbers. Lan Tianpeng knew it was impolite to ask questions while someone was working, so he waited patiently until the girl dug up a few more vegetables before politely asking, "Excuse me, miss..." He

had barely begun to speak when the girl in purple startled, looked up at Lan Tianpeng, and stared at him with surprise for a long time before asking, "Who are you? How did you get here?" Her voice was indeed as melodious as a nightingale's song.

Eager to know where he was, Lan Tianpeng quickly replied, "I am Lan Tianpeng from 'Cold Fragrance Valley' in Motian Ridge. May I ask what this place is?"

The girl in purple looked puzzled, probably wondering why Lan Tianpeng, having arrived here, didn't know where he was. Just as she was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed, and she lowered her voice, saying, "I'll tell you another time..." She then abruptly turned, picked up her small shovel, grabbed her vegetable basket, and hurried away.

Lan Tianpeng was startled, unsure what had happened, and was about to call out to the girl in purple when, from a distance behind him, a furious command suddenly rang out: "Come back! Come back! Get back here right now!"

Startled by the sudden shout, Lan Tianpeng turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a yellow robe with a black beard rushing towards him from the stone house where he had just woken up. However, the man's peculiar movement astonished and confused him. The man neither lunged nor leaped, but rather appeared to be floating, completely different from ordinary light-body techniques, and incredibly fast.

As the distance closed, Lan Tianpeng could see the true face of the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt. Thick, arched eyebrows reached his temples, his eyes flashed with a cold, menacing light, and a tangled black beard adorned his chin. His yellow shirt was old and dragged on the ground; it was clear he was someone who didn't care much for his appearance. His angry expression, menacing aura, and sharp words suggested a quick-tempered, arrogant, and violent personality. Before he could finish his observation, the middle-aged man in yellow was already several feet away. Before he could even steady himself,

the man glared at him again and shouted, "I ordered you to go back! Did you hear me?" Seeing the man's stern and unceremonious tone, Lan Tianpeng's anger flared. However, not knowing the man's relationship with his father, he didn't want to offend him, so he politely bowed and said, "This junior has just woken up..." Before

he could finish, the man in yellow pointed to three stone houses several dozen feet away and shouted again, "Go back! Go back and explain!"

Lan Tianpeng felt the man was arrogant and rude, lacking the demeanor of an elder, and unconsciously said in a low voice, "Senior, is it because of the late..." "You've come here before?"

Upon being asked, the middle-aged man in yellow nodded venomously and said through gritted teeth, "That's right."

To show that he had no intention of doing so, Lan Tianpeng explained gently, "There are no warning signs or prohibitions here..."

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man in yellow glared at

him and asked angrily, "Are you lecturing me?" As the young master of "Cold Fragrance Valley" and the only son of the old hero Lan Laoxiong, "Golden Back Knife," Lan Tianpeng, although he had received a good upbringing and was well-educated, had been spoiled by his servants and family and had developed a certain arrogance. He felt that his master's friend was arrogant, conceited, and unreasonable, and decided to find out why he had come here and leave immediately. Therefore, suppressing his rising anger, he cupped his hands and said in a gentle voice, "To be honest, senior, I cannot get along with you. Please tell me, how is my father? Where is my cousin Xiao Qionghua now?"

The middle-aged man in yellow looked grim and murderous. Before Lan Tianpeng could finish speaking, he gave a cold, sinister laugh and said, "You can leave if you want, but you must leave behind your blood and your skin."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng was immediately enraged and shouted, "Why should I?"

The middle-aged man in yellow smiled coldly and said through gritted teeth, "I can rescue you from the freezing cold to come here, but I cannot give you the 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Jade Dew' that I stole with my life on the line for nothing..."

Upon hearing "rescued you to come here," Lan Tianpeng's mind went blank, and his bright eyes immediately filled with tears. He blurted out angrily, "You mean, you rescued me from 'Cold Fragrance Valley' to come here?" The middle-aged man in yellow

, upon being questioned, coldly replied, "Since you cannot get along with me, there's no point in speaking."

Lan Tianpeng, eager to know his father's safety and his cousin Xiao Qionghua's whereabouts, tearfully pleaded, "If you, senior, will tell me what happened that night you saved me, I will absolutely obey your wishes and serve you here for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in yellow smiled smugly, nodded, and praised, "Very good. Now kneel down and acknowledge me as your master."

Knowing that the middle-aged man in yellow was his savior, and having never formally become a disciple, Lan Tianpeng immediately knelt down, bowed deeply, and said, "Master, please accept the deepest respect from your disciple, Lan Tianpeng." He respectfully kowtowed four times. Just as he was about to rise, he heard the middle-aged man in yellow say in a deep voice, "Wait, get up." Lan

Tianpeng was startled and could only kneel motionless, looking at the middle-aged man in yellow with bewilderment. The middle-aged man in yellow had a solemn expression, tinged with coldness, and said in a low voice, "You must also swear an oath to Heaven, proving your loyalty."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng couldn't help but explain, "This disciple has already taken you as his master, so naturally my loyalty is unwavering..."

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man in yellow resolutely shook his head and said firmly and hatefully, "No, most people nowadays are evil and treacherous. They may appear honest and kind, but in reality, they are extremely cunning..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng was so angry that his blood boiled and his eyes saw stars. Therefore, before the middle-aged man in yellow could finish speaking, he looked up at the sky, placed his hands on his heart, and said, "Heaven above, your disciple Lan Tianpeng below, if I ever have a disloyal heart and disobey my master's teachings,

may I be abandoned by both gods and men." Before the word "abandoned" could even leave his lips, the middle-aged man in yellow interrupted, "You must also bear my unfinished wishes and my grudges." Lan Tianpeng, too lazy to argue, obeyed the oath, bowing his head in reverence. However, he did not stand up immediately, lest the middle-aged man in yellow have any unfinished oaths.

The middle-aged man in yellow nodded in satisfaction and praised, "Alright, we can go now." Having said that, he stood up and rushed towards the stone house several dozen feet away.

Just as the middle-aged man in yellow turned around, Lan Tianpeng's heart skipped a beat, for he discovered that the middle-aged man's legs had been severed below the knees, replaced by a pair of black iron rods. Seeing this, Lan Tianpeng understood why the middle-aged man's speed was so extraordinary, and that his violent temperament and disheveled appearance were likely related to the loss of his legs. In a flash, he noticed the middle-aged man in yellow was already twenty feet away, glancing back frequently. He had no choice but to use his lightness skill to chase after him. Once he used his lightness skill, he moved with the speed of a swallow, arriving at the central stone house almost simultaneously with the middle-aged man in yellow. The

middle-aged man in yellow was startled and asked in a deep voice, "Lan Tianpeng, did you really possess such astonishing lightness skill before?" "

Compared to the lightness skill of the middle-aged man in yellow, Lan Tianpeng realized that his own lightness skill had reached an astonishing level. When asked, he shook his head in surprise and said, 'Although my lightness skill has often been praised by my father, I firmly believe that it was never as good as it is now.'

The middle-aged man in yellow looked solemn, as if he had realized something. He pointed to a three-foot-long granite rock in front of him and said in a deep voice, 'Try your palm strength on it again.' " Lan

Tianpeng glanced at the middle-aged man in yellow, bewildered, then turned to face the granite. He secretly channeled his inner strength, gathering it in his right arm, and with a loud shout, thrust his right palm out—a terrifying explosion erupted, sending rocks flying in all directions, swirling smoke, and shrapnel whistling through the air, ear-piercing and chilling. Lan Tianpeng stared blankly at the pile of granite debris before him, completely stunned.

But the middle-aged man in yellow looked up at the sky and laughed heartily. Lan Tianpeng was startled again, turning his head to see that the middle-aged man's face was ashen, his brows radiating a murderous aura. A single, glistening tear welled in the corner of his cold, piercing eye. Secretly surprised, Lan Tianpeng knew that his newly sworn master must be harboring too much shame and resentment.

Before he could finish his thought, the laughing middle-aged man in yellow suddenly said, "With such power, what is there to fear in avenging this humiliation or avenging this great grudge?" "As he uttered the words, he gritted his teeth and forcefully clenched his fists. The tremor in his cheeks caused a tear to finally roll down his cheek. The moment the tear fell, the middle-aged man in yellow was startled. He whirled around and angrily said, 'Come inside!' With that, he turned and, with a flick of his sleeve, flew towards the door of the central stone house.

Although the door was ajar, the middle-aged man in yellow moved without hesitation. Lan Tianpeng, following closely behind, didn't even see the man in yellow extend his hand; the door was already wide open, and he flew inside. When Lan Tianpeng entered, the middle-aged man in yellow was already standing beside the prayer mat. As soon as Lan Tianpeng entered, the middle-aged man in yellow pointed to the portrait on the wall and said, 'Lan Tianpeng, this is your sworn uncle, and also my savior. Bow to his portrait first.'"

Lan Tianpeng had already seen the portrait on the wall, and for some reason, he felt a certain aversion to it. So, being suddenly ordered to kneel and worship, he naturally felt reluctant. Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man in yellow was immediately enraged and shouted, "Are you also a vulgar person who judges by appearances?" He then pointed to the silver-robed figure lying across the wall and continued sternly, "Look, that's a seemingly refined, honest-looking, but inwardly despicable, ruthless scoundrel!" As soon as he finished speaking, he trembled, cold sweat poured down his face, his face turned pale, his breathing became rapid, and he swayed as if about to collapse.

Lan Tianpeng was shocked and blurted out "Master!" He rushed over, reached out and supported the middle-aged man in yellow, helping him to the prayer mat. As the middle-aged man in yellow sat down, he said tremblingly, "Quickly, go inside and bring me that porcelain pot."

Lan Tianpeng respectfully replied, "Yes," and hurried into the bedroom. The room was simply furnished, with only a table, chairs, and a stone bed. Beside a large earthenware pot on the table sat a delicate porcelain pot. Lan Tianpeng hurried over, picked it up, and a familiar, refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He froze, suddenly remembering that when he woke up in the carriage, he seemed to have drunk the liquid from this very pot. Just as he was wondering, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe outside, panting, said, "It's empty. Adding a little spring water from the pot will do."

Lan Tianpeng lifted the lid and saw that the fragrance was even stronger. The pot was indeed empty, and the porcelain pot was covered in a milky-yellow liquid. He did as instructed, poured some spring water from the large pot into it, and carried the porcelain pot out. Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe immediately reached out with trembling hands to take the pot. He shook the pot, then drank it all in one gulp. After handing the pot back to Lan Tianpeng, he immediately closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, cold sweat and tears dripping from his forehead onto his worn yellow robe.

Lan Tianpeng stood quietly beside the middle-aged man in yellow, holding the porcelain kettle, waiting for him to finish his meditation and wake up. He thought to himself that his newly apprenticed master possessed considerable martial arts skills, so why would he have contracted a hidden ailment? It must have been caused by pent-up resentment and unquenchable hatred, leading to a fit of rage and a fit of shouting and laughing. In that instant, he noticed the middle-aged man's complexion was gradually regaining its rosy hue, his breathing becoming even, and the cold sweat on his forehead turning into white vapor.

Lan Tianpeng was secretly amazed. He couldn't fathom what kind of miraculous elixir was inside the kettle, possessing such miraculous effects. The middle-aged man had only drunk a small amount of the kettle's spring water, yet he had been cured of his internal ailment. He, Lan Tianpeng, had drunk so much in the carriage; the benefits he had received were unimaginable. Previously, his palm strikes could only shatter bricks and stones, but now he could shatter rocks a meter away, sending them flying in all directions. While climbing the cliffs of Motian Ridge, he felt as swift as a monkey, but compared to the astonishing speed with which he had caught up with the middle-aged man in yellow, it was naturally clumsy and inferior.

Having considered this, Lan Tianpeng realized that this was not something that could be accomplished overnight, and the green mountains and trees outside, along with the warm climate, suggested it was not the frigid mountainous region of the north. Of course, this series of mysteries would have to wait until the middle-aged man in yellow finished his meditation and revealed them. A moment later, the middle-aged man in yellow suddenly opened his eyes, still gleaming coldly and menacingly. Upon seeing this, Lan Tianpeng immediately bowed and called out, "Master."

After Lan Tianpeng's attention, the stern expression on the middle-aged man's face softened considerably. He glanced at the respectfully standing Lan Tianpeng and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what was originally in the pot?"

Lan Tianpeng quickly bowed and said, "This disciple does not know."

The middle-aged man in yellow immediately said seriously, "Inside was the world-renowned 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Nectar Dew.'"

Lan Tianpeng was startled and blurted out, "Isn't that a rare treasure meticulously crafted by the 'Changbai Divine Nun'?"

The middle-aged man in yellow, slightly ashamed, said, "I was on my way to steal the 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Nectar' from the 'Changbai Divine Nun' in the 'Cold Green Valley' of Changbai Mountain, which is why I rescued you and brought you here." Lan

Tianpeng wanted to ask the middle-aged man in yellow why he didn't ask the 'Changbai Divine Nun' for help but instead stole it. However, he was anxious to know his father's safety and his cousin's whereabouts, so he asked urgently, "Where did Master rescue me and bring me here?"

The middle-aged man in yellow calmly replied, "On a sloping cliff."

Lan Tianpeng was shocked, his handsome face changing instantly. He asked anxiously, "Is there a large manor in the valley below the cliff?"

The middle-aged man in yellow nodded slightly, unmoved, and said, "That's right. At the time, there was a big fire burning in the manor, and there were many men shouting and women crying..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng knew that his father was probably in grave danger. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried out in complaint, "Master, why didn't you stop the thieves from setting the fire?"

The middle-aged man in yellow smiled faintly and said, "At that time, two thieves were trying to harm a girl in green..."

Lan Tianpeng, who had been weeping with his head bowed in grief, suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing like cold stars, and said urgently, "That's my cousin, Xiao Qionghua! Did you save her, Master?"

The middle-aged man in yellow smiled contemptuously and said disdainfully, "I punished those two shameless villains severely." He continued in a hateful voice, "When I reached the sloping cliff..." Just then, a villain wielding a spiked club knocked away a green-clad girl's longsword. The sword happened to fly towards my master, and I caught it. The villain had already struck the girl, but I flew over with my sword and swiftly severed the villain's left hand..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng immediately gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Master, you did well! That scoundrel's head should have been chopped off."

The middle-aged man in yellow didn't respond and continued, "Another villain who kicked away an old man in gray..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng immediately burst into tears and cried, "That was my old servant, Lan Fu."

The middle-aged man in yellow remained unmoved by the death of his loyal servant, Old Lan Fu, and continued, "The villain in black, seeing his accomplice's severed left hand, mistakenly believed it was the green-clad girl's doing. As he raised his hand to kill her, I struck at his right hand, but a human hand is made of iron..." Lan

Tianpeng immediately explained, "That villain had mastered a pair of iron-sand poisonous palms, impervious to swords and blades, known as 'Iron Palm Tai Sui.' His wicked brother was especially vicious towards Ren Xiong; people called him 'White-Faced Impermanence,' the villain whose left hand Master severed."

The middle-aged man in yellow smiled dismissively and continued, "The two villains had no time to kill the green-clad girl and you, and fled north in panic. I quickly rescued you and left the spot, heading straight west."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng trembled, his tearful eyes widening as he asked in a panic, "Where is my cousin?"

The middle-aged man in yellow calmly replied, "She is still lying on the snow, of course."

Lan Tianpeng's expression changed again upon hearing this, and he burst into tears, shouting, "Wouldn't they freeze to death in the snow?" The

middle-aged man in yellow smiled calmly and said, "That won't happen. At that time, I could only save you..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng's heart ached terribly. His father had been murdered, his cousin had frozen to death, and his old servant Lan Fu, who had watched him grow up, had also been killed by villains. He had no relatives left in this world. Overwhelmed by grief and anger, before the middle-aged man in yellow could finish speaking, he glared at him and said sharply, "With your martial arts skills, you have the ability to save my cousin as well."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in yellow robes said, "My master was in dire straits at the time, on the verge of death. One wrong step and he would have been bleeding on the spot..." Lan Tianpeng, unaware of the man's predicament, was about to ask when the man suddenly lifted the hem of his yellow robes and angrily said, "Look, my legs are gone. How could I possibly carry two people on my arms and speed across the treacherous, icy Motian Ridge, especially with the 'Changbai Divine Nun' in hot pursuit?" Lan

Tianpeng, though speechless, wept bitterly and said, "Master, although you were forced by circumstances, it is too cruel of you to let my cousin freeze to death." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed and said, "

To tell you the truth, Lan Tianpeng, it was by some strange twist of fate that I saved you this time. I was also saved by your blessing. Don't be sad, your cousin will definitely be alright..." Lan Tianpeng was greatly puzzled and stopped crying to listen quietly, but he did not raise his head.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe continued, "I was originally rushing along a steep cliff, separated from the 'Changbai Divine Nun' by only a hundred-zhang-wide but bottomless ravine. Just then, I saw thick smoke rising into the sky from the direction of 'Cold Fragrance Valley,' followed by flames soaring into the heavens. I had a sudden inspiration and took advantage of the 'Divine Nun's' compassionate heart, turning around and heading towards Cold Fragrance Valley..." Upon

hearing this, Lan Tianpeng's spirits lifted, and he immediately asked with concern, "I wonder if the 'Divine Nun' has gone to Cold Fragrance Valley?"

The middle-aged man in yellow said confidently, "She will definitely go. When I picked you up, the 'Divine Nun' was flying down a snow-covered ridge..." Upon

hearing this, Lan Tianpeng naturally hoped that his cousin Xiao Qionghua could be rescued by the "Changbai Divine Nun," but if the "Divine Nun" didn't find his cousin, she might still freeze to death. Therefore, he unconsciously complained, "Master, you should have released my cousin's pressure points back then."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in yellow smiled for the first time and said, "Nonsense. If I were to release your cousin's pressure points, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"

Lan Tianpeng was stunned and asked in confusion, "Why, Master?"

The middle-aged man in yellow smiled again and said, "Think about it, once your cousin's pressure points are released, will she let me bring you here? Even if she is willing, she will ask about my background, name, and origin. Tell me, with the 'Divine Nun's' miraculous movements, can she allow me to answer all of these questions?" "

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng was both impressed and amazed. Although his newly sworn master's martial arts skills were not as good as the 'Changbai Divine Nun', his alertness and intelligence were extremely remarkable." Then, upon further thought, since he possessed such high intelligence, remarkable martial arts skills, and an extreme aversion to evildoers, he must be a well-known figure in the chivalrous world. Therefore, he respectfully asked, "May this disciple dare to inquire about Master's esteemed name?"

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man in yellow robes' smile vanished, his face darkening. He immediately said in a deep voice, "No need to ask further; you will know in the future. In short, your master will never bring shame upon you."

Lan Tianpeng, a strong-willed, intelligent, and resourceful young man, became increasingly curious the more the middle-aged man in yellow robes withheld his real name. Therefore, he deliberately spoke respectfully, "Of course, this disciple can see from Master's righteous actions and severe punishment of villains. However, it is said that although the 'Divine Nun' cherishes her meticulously crafted 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Elixir,' she is not stingy with gifts from those in the chivalrous world, provided the reason is valid..."

Before Lan Tianpeng could finish, the middle-aged man in yellow robes coldly asked, "Do you know how much the 'Divine Nun' gives?" Lan Tianpeng hesitated slightly and said, "

It is said that it depends on the situation, at least half a small cup..."

Before he could finish the word "cup," the middle-aged man in yellow said greedily, "I want a whole gourd of it."

Lan Tianpeng was startled and asked in surprise, "Master, what do you need so much for?"

The middle-aged man in yellow did not answer but asked, "Do you know the miraculous uses of 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Nectar Dew'?"

Lan Tianpeng was afraid that rumors would spread in the martial arts world, so he said cautiously, "I am not entirely clear about its miraculous uses, but it is a rare treasure that martial arts practitioners dream of."

The middle-aged man in yellow, with a smug and serious expression, said, "Drinking a little 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Nectar' can not only prolong life and reverse aging, but also open up the Ren and Du meridians, increasing one's internal energy by twenty years..." Lan

Tianpeng was already eighteen years old at this time, but he was unaware that the New Year had passed. However, childish thoughts still lurked in his instincts. Before the middle-aged man in yellow could finish speaking, he suddenly interrupted, "Master wants to take a gourd of 'Nectar' from the 'Divine Nun,' is it because you hope to regenerate two legs?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in yellow's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Nonsense, how can legs regenerate after they've been broken? I naturally want to increase my internal energy and cure my tumor."

Lan Tianpeng blushed at the rebuke, but he still asked in confusion, "Since Master has a gourd of 'Nectar,' why hasn't it cured my tumor?" The middle-aged man in yellow

pointed to the porcelain pot held by Lan Tianpeng and said, "Although I risked my life to steal a gourd of 'Snow Ginseng Ice Fruit Nectar,' I only drank a small amount of the spring water used to wash the pot." Lan Tianpeng's mind went blank for a moment, as if he suddenly understood. His bright eyes widened with excitement, surprise, shame, and gratitude as he stared at the middle-aged man in yellow, his lips trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

The middle-aged man in yellow also said excitedly, "Your current astonishingly powerful lightness skill and palm strength come from that gourd of Nectar." Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng cried out "Master!" and knelt down with a thud, clutching the pot to his chest, his whole body trembling violently, tears streaming down his face.

The middle-aged man in yellow was agitated, but he suppressed the raging flames of revenge burning in his chest and said in a trembling voice, "But I have a purpose."

Lan Tianpeng immediately burst into tears and hoarsely said, "No matter what Master wants me to do, even if it means going through fire and water..."

Before he could finish speaking, his clothes rustled softly, and then the middle-aged man in yellow responded with a "Good," and said, "Lan Tianpeng, raise your head."

Lan Tianpeng looked up and saw that the middle-aged man in yellow had a face full of resentment and had already erected the wooden statue of the silver-clad man that had been lying across the wall. So he stood up and asked, "Master, who is this person?" The middle-

aged man in yellow gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "This thief is the 'Silver-Clad Swordsman,' who wears human skin and acts like a beast."

Lan Tianpeng was stunned and exclaimed in surprise, "'Silver-Clad Swordsman'? Isn't the 'Silver-Clad Swordsman' one of the 'Three Swords of the Universe' that the martial arts heroes, along with the 'Eastern Sea Holy Monk' and the 'Changbai Divine Nun'?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in yellow

spat and said bitterly, "What right does he have to be compared to the 'Holy Monk' and 'Divine Nun'? Because of his cunning, deceit, fame-seeking, and despicable character of adultery?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's fierce expression, murderous intent, and violent trembling, Lan Tianpeng, fearing a relapse of his old ailment, changed his question, "Master, why is there a plum blossom painted on each of his vital points?"

The middle-aged man in yellow looked at the plum blossoms on the "Silver-Clad Swordsman's" vital points and said hatefully, "This fellow has mastered the 'Acupoint Shifting Technique.' He moves all the acupoints around the original ones, making it impossible for the attacker to know which is above or below, thus confusing the target."

Lan Tianpeng, being exceptionally intelligent, asked with concern, "Master, are you certain that the 'Silver-Clad Swordsman's' acupoints are definitely within the area marked by the plum blossoms?"

The middle-aged man in yellow said without hesitation, “Of course. Human acupoints are naturally formed; even with extraordinary skills, they cannot be moved more than an inch. Therefore, I have also practiced a special technique called ‘Mother-and-Child Reverse-Spiked Nine-Edged Nails’ to break through his protective qi.” He paused, then suddenly changed his tone, asking, “Have you ever learned any hidden weapons?” Lan

Tianpeng replied, “This disciple has practiced the Flying Locust Stone.”

The middle-aged man in yellow said with satisfaction, “Good,” and continued, “Here is a ‘Mother-and-Child Reverse-Spiked Nine-Edged Nail.’ Take a look.” As soon as the words

left his mouth, he flicked his right hand, and a small, shiny black object flew straight towards Lan Tianpeng. Knowing the nail had barbs, Lan Tianpeng deftly caught it with a swift movement of his right hand. Looking down, he saw a shiny black, nine-sided steel nail, only three-tenths of an inch long, with countless tiny, needle-like barbs sawed along its nine ridges. The nail's tip had a small hole, but it wasn't completely through.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe nodded and said, "Hmm, very good. As long as you practice more, you'll definitely be fine. Rest today, and starting tomorrow, you must diligently practice martial arts, understand?" Lan Tianpeng responded softly, "Yes," and went to rest.

Nothing more was said that night. From the next day onward, Lan Tianpeng practiced martial arts under the supervision of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe. Day after day, during his training, Lan Tianpeng secretly learned a lot from the girl in purple: the girl in purple was actually his junior sister Ding Mengmei, and the middle-aged man in yellow was her father Ding Shangxian. The mother and daughter had been separated from the middle-aged man in yellow for a long time, and even Ding Mengmei did not know the reason for her parents' discord. She only knew that her parents had separated when she was very young.

Lan Tianpeng could tell that Ding Mengmei was always preoccupied, knowing she was heartbroken over her parents' discord. So, he always tried to cheer her up. Gradually, Ding Mengmei became much more cheerful, and the two often secretly went out together to relax. Their feelings for each other deepened, and they both fell in love.

That evening, the sound of the mountain wind, accompanied by the chirping of unknown insects, echoed throughout the valley. Ding Shangxian had gone down the mountain on business, and Ding Mengmei quietly slipped over. At that moment, Lan Tianpeng and Ding Mengmei were lost in their love. Mengmei glanced at Lan Tianpeng with alluring eyes, then gently closed them again, enjoying the massage and caresses of her beloved.

Lan Tianpeng slowly lifted Mengmei up, placing her on his lap, gently stroking her back, while Mengmei's beautiful hair softly cascaded down. Mengmei's tongue, tender and sweet, rolled rhythmically in his mouth, exploring it with her own. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she immediately began to suck, causing Mengmei's whole body to tremble.

Mengmei exhaled, her breath sweet as orchids, as she passionately kissed Lan Tianpeng's tongue, each kiss more forceful than the last. Mengmei's face flushed crimson, her body trembling slightly, her poetic murmurs broken and intermittent. Mengmei's moans of love were like birdsong in spring; their body temperatures soared and trembled. They forgot their own existence, even the affairs of the world, remembering only their own unbridled enjoyment. That youthful spark, ignited by their tongues, spread throughout their bodies, every cell active, caressing, and excited. He and Mengmei began to feel aroused, their breaths like drifting white clouds.

They continued to kiss and caress each other deeply. Suddenly, Mengmei pulled away from the kiss, looking at Lan Tianpeng with her fiery red eyes, as if expecting something. The clever Lan Tianpeng, understanding her situation, removed Mengmei's robe and carried her to the bed. Mengmei lay flat, her breathing rapid and forceful, causing her fair and tender breasts to tremble with each breath. Mengmei's eyes were half-closed, and she moaned softly…

Lan Tianpeng stroked Mengmei's hair, her rosy cheeks, her firm and elastic full breasts, her long, fair and tender legs, and finally, her full, plump, white, and mysterious vulva. Mengmei's breasts now resembled two full, round, and elastic peaks. Her nipples were pink, and when Lan Tianpeng sucked on them, they bounced incessantly in his mouth, a truly delightful sight.

Especially that private area, truly mysterious, like a piece of uncarved jade. The entire area resembled a beautiful, uncut gem, with dense, glossy black pubic hair contrasting sharply with her fair skin, incredibly alluring, making Lan Tianpeng drool. Her skin was delicate and soft, with a patch of snow-white, tender labia protruding from her pubic hair, and a thin stream of vaginal fluid flowing out, all captivating.

Lan Tianpeng gently parted her labia with his fingers. The clitoris near the labia was already swollen and throbbing slightly, its surroundings glistening with vaginal fluid, truly enchanting. Lan Tianpeng had known Mengmei for quite some time, over half a year, but had never had the chance to take real action. Today's caresses had made Lan Tianpeng unable to control himself.

Today, what lay before Lan Tianpeng was Mengmei's alluring vulva, truly a masterpiece of art in the world. This mysterious place, which had long been desired by Lan Tianpeng, was overflowing with lustful fluids and exuded an enticing fragrance, stimulating his thirst. Lan Tianpeng was captivated by the beauty before him; Mengmei's naked body was the embodiment of beauty. Satisfied, Lan Tianpeng lay

down beside Mengmei. Unable to resist the hunger of his manhood, Lan Tianpeng took Mengmei's slender hand with his right and guided it to his lower body. When Mengmei's delicate hand touched his thick, powerful member, she, who had never experienced fear before, immediately found it difficult to breathe. Mengmei's delicate hand first gently stroked his lower abdomen, again and again, her eyes, now filled with spring-like desire, gazing sideways at Lan Tianpeng.

Gradually, her hand moved downwards again, touching the dense pubic hair. She gently pinched it, slowly stroking the glans of his large member with her ring finger. Mengmei gently touched and played with it, eventually gripping it tightly and stroking it up and down. The vibrations from Mengmei's hands stimulated Lantianpeng's penis, making it even harder and more swollen. Taking advantage of this, Lantianpeng caressed Mengmei's tender buttocks, then her lower abdomen, pubic hair, labia, and finally her erect clitoris; the soft, white flesh was simply too adorable.

When Mengmei had had enough of playing with Lantianpeng's penis, Lantianpeng gently stroked her clitoris with his fingers, causing her to tremble. Then, Lantianpeng slightly turned over and slowly stroked Mengmei's hard nipples with his right hand.

“Oh…Brother Peng…you…you…quick…quick…don’t…touch…I…really…can’t…take it…um…good brother…I…my…down there…I don’t know…why…it’s so…so itchy…” Hearing Mengmei’s pleas only fueled Lan Tianpeng’s lust, and he began to caress and rub Mengmei’s clitoris and labia majora.

“Brother…brother…don’t…don’t…touch…stop…quick…quick…stop…um…I…I can’t take it…” Mengmei cried out repeatedly, lifting her buttocks again and again, her round and white buttocks trembling.

“Hmph…hmph…my…that place…it’s so…so itchy…oh…brother…no…don’t…touch…oh…quick…stop…hmph…hmph…no…don’t…”

Although it was also Lan Tianpeng’s first time, boys often acquire knowledge about this subject early on through various channels, so Lan Tianpeng knew quite a bit. Mengmei was so aroused that she couldn't control herself. He gently rolled over, first using his hands to spread her legs apart, making her narrow opening more spacious so that the head of his large penis could enter her vagina.

Lan Tianpeng knelt between Mengmei's legs, one hand holding his large penis, the other parting her vulva, making it partially visible. Finally, Lan Tianpeng inserted the head of his penis, leaned down, supporting himself on the bed with both hands, and kissed Mengmei. Her vagina radiated immense heat, and the penetration made it throb violently. Lan Tianpeng thrust forcefully, causing Mengmei

to cry out in pain: "Peng...Brother Peng...slow...slower...it hurts...it hurts...I...can't...take it...uh...hum...hum..." As Lan Tianpeng thrust downwards, he felt the delicate flesh of her vulva tear. The pain in Mengmei's vagina felt like needles pricking her, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. The stinging pain made Mengmei think her hymen had ruptured. She felt a sticky substance flowing from her vulva, running down her buttocks and onto the bed.

"Peng... Brother... slower... inside... it hurts so much... ah... ugh... I... I can't take it... Brother... be gentle... be gentle..."

"Mengmei... don't worry... I... will... go slower... just a little while... it'll be fine... and... you'll... feel better slowly... Brother... will never lie to you." Seeing Mengmei's delicate appearance, he felt even more tenderness and leaned in for a deep kiss, as if in return for her affection, a mixture of excitement and gratitude.

Not long after, Mengmei's vagina slowly began to respond. She felt a growing itch deep within her vulva, an indescribable discomfort, seemingly a burning desire. Mengmei, unable to control herself, twisted her body, allowing her cervix to collide with Lan Tianpeng's glans. She gasped, "Brother Peng...it's...it's...it's starting...itching...I...I...it's so uncomfortable...hum...hum...quick...quick...quick...stop...stop the itching...hum...hum..."

Lan Tianpeng, knowing Mengmei was deeply aroused, thrust forcefully as soon as she finished speaking, his thick member penetrating deep into her core. Mengmei trembled, moaning, "Mmm...ouch...Brother Peng...it's...so beautiful...but...it still...a little painful...oh...I'm...in heaven...hum...my...my little hole...is...not...not...so comfortable...brother...why...only...today...did you...you...I hate...you...Brother Peng...you're...plucking me...I feel so good...ouch...hum...I...I'm so beautiful...hum...hum...hum..."

All that could be heard was Mengmei's continuous moans, her pink face radiating with sexual satisfaction. Lan Tianpeng was making her feel so good. Mengmei was now reaching a climax, feeling a tingling, indescribable sensation in her vagina. The excitement made her gasp again, "Hmm... ouch... it's... it's killing me... brother... your... treasure... is so long... every time... it feels... so... so good... my... bones... are going to melt... hmm... hmm... so good... so good... Peng-ge... I'm going to die... oh... oh... so good... I'm going to heaven... ouch... so... so good... um... um... I... I can't... I can't live anymore... hmm... I'm going to die." "...I'm...I'm going to heaven...Brother...Brother...I...I'm going to...lose...lose...faster...faster...faster...harder...oh...hum...hum...I...can't take it anymore...I...lose...lose...ah..."

Mengmei's vagina suddenly contracted, the vaginal walls sucking on Lantianpeng's glans. Lantianpeng couldn't help but tremble a few times, his large glans throbbing, shooting out a large amount of semen, directly hitting Mengmei's vagina like parched land suddenly receiving a burst of rain. Her flower heart was drenched by the hot semen, and her cervix suddenly spasmed and contracted, a gush of vaginal fluid also gushing out.

At this moment, the two were deeply in love, their bodies intertwined, both reaching their climax, enjoying the pleasure of intercourse. After that, Lantianpeng and Ding Mengmei often took the opportunity to secretly enjoy their lovemaking, which added endless fun to Lantianpeng's mundane life.

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