Battle of Zhuimapo

As I passed Falling Horse Slope, I heard the sound of a flute, playing "Ambush from Ten Sides." The hoarse sound of the flute was more unsettling than the zither, evoking a sense of impending doom and helplessness.

I leaped off my horse, gathering my strength, and sped down Falling Horse Slope, my little red horse darting close beside me like a whirlwind, its sweat splattering my white robe with crimson spots.

After searching tirelessly for half a year across the country, I had finally heard this peculiar flute. Though faint and indistinct, I could still hear four distinct, tearing breaths at the end of each note.

I knew I was about to face my prey: the Flower-Splitting Butterfly—Xiao Yinhong, a notorious harlot who delighted in seducing rising stars of the martial world. She would rape and then kill them, clean and efficient. Every soul she slew had its penis cut off, soaked in medicine, dried, and strung into a necklace to wear around her horse's neck.

Souls slewd by her blade? That's right! She used knives, throwing knives, swift and accurate willow-leaf blades. Her body was riddled with knives; even Xiao Zhong had one. No one had ever seen her draw her knives, nor knew where they were hidden. Most who had seen them were dead, except for Xiao Bai, who was still living on, swallowing his anger.

It would have been better for Xiao Bai to be dead, since he was also part of the meat strips from the horse's neck. He used to be a proud pretty boy, but after meeting Liehua Die, he became more womanly than a woman. Half a year ago, when he pushed open the door of the Life-Buying Pavilion, I smelled a strong scent of perfume and mistook him for a young woman disguised as a man.

Five thousand taels of gold for Liehua Die's life: two thousand taels upfront, and another three thousand upon receiving her head and genitals.

This money wasn't easy to earn. He had traveled all over the country, enduring wind and dew, traveling day and night, his white robe now stained with flowers, finally spotting Liehua Die at Falling Horse Slope.

The sound of the flute rises, the butterfly appears; a true man, do not linger.

When Liehua Die isn't playing her flute, almost no one in the martial world recognizes her. But when you hear the flute's sound, and hear the cracking sound within it, you'd better run for your life.

Beauty is not worth lingering over, for lust is a double-edged sword, and Liehua Die happens to wield that sword. Many have been bewitched by her beauty, leading them to illicit affairs, only to meet a tragic end, their souls scattered and their bodies strung together like a horse's neck chain.

The reason it's called "Falling Horse Slope" is because this overgrown slope is extremely treacherous. From afar, it appears as a vast expanse of grass, but within it are countless depressions of varying sizes. The dense grass and bushes conceal these depressions, and anyone attempting to ride forward is guaranteed to fall and break their limbs.

Fortunately, I know the art of flying over grass, and Little Red Cheese is a renowned breed from the Western Regions, so we can still swiftly traverse Falling Horse Slope like the wind.

The sound drew closer, the cracking of air almost tearing at our eardrums. I circulated my inner energy to protect my heart and focused my qi in my dantian, naturally slowing my pace.
Little Red Horse, sensing my presence, also slowed its steps, closely following behind.

Ahead, under the shade of a tree, sat a stunningly beautiful woman, her beauty unparalleled, her eyes alluring. Her yellow dress and skirt accentuated her fair skin, making it appear even more delicate and alluring. At that moment, she lightly plucked the strings of her xiao (a type of Chinese flute), and the deep notes of the xiao transformed into urgent, murderous cries that scattered across the surrounding area.

As she drew nearer, the xiao music abruptly stopped, and the woman in yellow looked up and smiled sweetly.

"So it was you, the one who's been watching me so closely. It turns out to be the one who bought lives at the Life-Buying Pavilion. No wonder you're like my shadow, impossible to shake off."

Her yellow dress was vibrant, but her smile was even more breathtaking; the woman herself was more beautiful than the clothes.

"Prodigal Little White, five thousand taels of gold, are you Cracked Flower Butterfly?"

At the Life-Buying Pavilion, customers never hesitate to reveal their clients' names, and they absolutely must, even the price, because the pavilion specializes in taking the lives of villains from the martial world, and these villains must know who bought their lives on their journey to the underworld.

Actually, it makes little difference whether they say it or not; whoever hears it will die anyway, and the dead can't seek revenge. Perhaps they're a little interested in their price. Many people live most of their lives without knowing their own worth, often lamenting the insignificance of life. So I told Cracked Flower Butterfly the ultimate value of her life; she should thank me.

Are there any lives the Life-Buying Pavilion can't afford?

No!

Because the customers have never failed.

That's why I've always made money.

Cracked Flower Butterfly's smile was truly radiant, more radiant than the sunlight filtering through the treetops.

"So I'm worth that much? You only charged three thousand taels for the Living Yama. I never imagined I'd be worth more than him."

Living Yama, three thousand taels, limbs and head included, payment settled.

Buying the Living Yama's life wasn't easy. That time, I hid on the main beam of the Yama's Palace for a whole day and night. After he had devoured Xiao Ting, the Cloud-Piercing Swallow, he passed through the hall with his large belly. Only then did I pierce his tailbone with my sword, stringing him like a candied hawthorn.

"Indeed! Five thousand taels of gold is a good price, but I'll need your help today."

I nodded slightly to her, my gaze never leaving her body.

"To remain calm under the strains of my Soul-Snatching Flute, you're too modest. I'm afraid I must beg you to spare my life, this broken flower." Her eyes pleaded as she finished speaking.

"Knowing this now, why did you do it in the first place? If you didn't care about your purity, you could have easily indulged in promiscuity. It would have been consensual, and you would have gotten what you wanted. Why did you have to sever someone's manhood and cause their death?"

"You don't know this. Our sect's internal cultivation method has a different path. It's not taught at first, but as you practice, the act of intercourse becomes like drinking poison to quench thirst, and your dependence on it deepens day by day. Many of my horrifying actions are truly unavoidable." "

Unavoidable? Severing someone's manhood is also unavoidable?" I asked in surprise.

The Butterfly of Rending Flowers looked desolate and said slowly, "Severing someone's manhood is only for practicing my skills. If I didn't follow this method, I would only have my life cut short!"

Seeing her sorrowful and helpless expression, I almost felt sorry for her. But as she spoke, the mouthpiece of the flute in her hand slowly turned towards me. I suddenly realized that this was also one of her tricks.

"Having taken their money, I must do their bidding. Even if you have no other choice, young lady, I cannot allow taking a life. Today's battle will take a long time on the road to the underworld..."

I couldn't say any more. I'd already said more than five sentences in this deal, which was far beyond the behavior of a professional assassin.

A flash of light, and my longsword was drawn. With a move called "Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers," the tip of my sword transformed into hundreds of golden rays, which I splashed towards her as I leaped.

"Hehehe... What a powerful sword technique to slay demons... Is this one of the three sure-kill moves?" Liehua Die giggled, her body flashing left and right, her arms as swift as a butterfly flitting among flowers. White light flashed again and again, and a flying knife blocked the overwhelming sword shadows. Liehua Soul-Seizing Flute shot towards my face.

A surge of energy rushed towards my face before the flute could even touch me. I took a step back, ducked, and positioned my sword in the center,
executing the defensive move "Iron Chain Blocking the River" with practiced ease. Waves of sword energy formed a tight barrier in front of me.

The sword and flute clashed, sparks flying. I hadn't expected the Soul-Breaking Flute to be forged from refined steel. I had thought this defensive move would force her to retreat and defend.

"So powerful!" she exclaimed, her delicate body soaring into the sky, her yellow butterfly-like figure leaping above my head.

"Behold my Eight Directions Storm!" The yellow shadows suddenly unfurled. I looked up and saw dozens of pink butterflies swirling their dark flute shadows, descending upon me. Panic gripped me; I didn't know where to hide.

In a flash, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I hastily unleashed one of my three deadly moves, "Surrounded on All Sides." I used my sword like a knife, the tip of the sword pointing, cutting, slicing, or chopping, drawing a trail of starlight above my head. But the most formidable move was its follow-up attack; no matter whether the enemy advanced or retreated, the sword strike would deliver a fatal blow with the fluidity of flowing water.

The approaching yellow shadow struck the starlight with a series of tearing sounds, and with each sound, the countless yellow shadows instantly merged into one, then began to flee towards the shade of the trees.

"Where do you think you're going!" I roared, my feet moving with the light of flowing water, my sword shadows, like a silver river, already encircling the Flower-Splitting Butterfly.

It felt as if my sword strikes had struck nothing but emptiness, requiring no effort at all. I inwardly cried out that this was bad, my forward momentum abruptly halting. My longsword danced before me, creating a curtain of sword strikes, my eyes darting around, searching for her figure.

"Hehehe... What a life-buying customer! You even went after my clothes! Is your sword specifically for dealing with clothing?"

The voice came from the treetops. I looked up and was surprised to see the Flower-Splitting Butterfly sitting naked on a branch. Her jade-like body glistened in the sunlight, her two pink legs unabashedly open, revealing her alluring curves. Worst of all, she wore a mesmerizing smile.

"What's wrong? Staring blankly? I knew you young masters weren't into swordplay. It's all about the perfect match, the sword for the hero. Killing me is less desirable than spending a night with me." She confidently puffed out her chest, her full breasts trembling in the sunlight.

I was truly stunned, my gaze fixed on her slender waist, the misty thicket of lush grass below, the cinnamon-like entrance, and her firm, taut thighs.

"Want some? Here... here... and here... as long as you drop your sword... all of this is yours!" She leaped lightly onto the branches, turned her head, and stuck out her pink buttocks. Her slender hand groped her breasts, touched her crotch, and finally stopped between her pert buttocks.

I swallowed hard and asked her, "Why don't you run away?"

"Ha! You can run today, but not tomorrow. Everyone knows that the tracking skills of the Life Buyer are second to none in the martial arts world. Besides, if I escape to the sunlight, your 'Surrounded on All Sides' move might not tear my clothes, but my body." She said smugly.

"Good to know! But after today, I might go from the light to the shadows. Aren't you afraid of being attacked from the shadows?" I recognized her face clearly. Next time, there was no need to fight openly. After all, I was an assassin, not a hero.

"Hmm... Are you a fool, a saint, who really doesn't want to kiss me and explore my secrets?" Her eyes became hazy and wanton, one hand cupping her pink buttocks, the other holding her flute and caressing her honeyed orifice.

"Oh... good brother... the moment I saw your body, my body became hot and wet, I couldn't resist. Look... my honeyed orifice is so wanton... my good brother!... I really miss you so much!" A glistening drop of water from the flute splashed onto my face.

I wanted to reach out and catch the water, but just as it was about to reach me, I suddenly heard the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air. I quickly rolled forward like a lazy donkey, dodging three flying knives in total, the last one almost severing a piece of my hair.

"What a vicious triple-strike spell! If I had been a little more hasty or less skilled, I would have fallen for your trap, you vile wench!" I cursed, leaping into the air with a "Soaring Flight" move, using the momentum to propel myself to the treetop. I channeled my sword energy, concealing myself within its aura, making myself impervious to even a drop of water.

She parried with her flute, but as a girl, her skill was limited. She only managed to block a few strikes before letting out a soft moan and being slammed down onto the grass at the base of the tree by the force of the sword strikes.

I saw her lying on her back on the grass, a shallow sword wound on her right breast, blood at the corner of her mouth, gazing at me resentfully, her chest heaving.

"What? Still holding back the last strike, saving it to die with you?" I asked her irritably from a branch.

She gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, and replied, "How could you be so cruel as to hurt me? You have no sense of chivalry whatsoever! Yes! I have one more dagger; I planned to use it to save my life."

"You don't even know if it'll be enough to save your life!" I lowered my legs, using the rebound from the branches to leap like a roc in front of her, my longsword gripped tightly, ready to strike, completely unafraid of her final blow.

Before my feet even touched the ground, I heard her shout "Go!" and sure enough, a throwing knife flew towards my head with lightning speed. I easily swung my sword to deflect it, my feet already touching solid ground. Just as I was about to utter a sarcastic remark, a sharp pain shot through my sword-wielding fingers. The longsword fell to the ground, and a wave of fleshy aroma filled my chest. Several pressure points on my body had been sealed, rendering me completely immobile.

"Hehehe... I never thought the man who bought my life would fall into my hands. My horse's leash will grow another inch longer from now on!" She circled around my clay-like body, giggling triumphantly.

"This...how is this possible? You...how could you still have throwing knives?" I asked, utterly bewildered.

The Butterfly of the Cracked Flower held up a wet, willow-leaf-shaped knife, waving it in front of me. It was thin and delicate, the blade shimmering with a flowing blue light.

"Ha! Don't even mention one! I could have five! Smell it? Doesn't it smell incredibly good?" She brought the knife close to my nose, and a pungent, fleshy scent filled my nostrils.

"How...how could this be?" I gasped, guessing she had placed the knife inside her honeypot.

“You originally wanted to kill me, so I should have finished you off with one stroke. But that would be against my principles. If the people of the martial world knew, they might laugh at you, thinking you died without even getting a taste of her beauty, leaving behind only your manhood as a laughingstock. That would also damage my reputation!”

She paused, then said, “Alright! I’ll use you as practice material!” With that, she drew her sword, and my white robe instantly turned to shreds, leaving only my naked body.

She picked up the pieces of clothing from the ground, turned around, and reached down to her crotch with her slender hand. She couldn’t find anything, but when she turned back, she had a small piece of cloth in her hand.

She tossed the small cloth onto the grass beside her, grasped my erect penis, and praised, "Hmm! Really good! Hard and straight, thick and long, it makes my crotch itch!"

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My penis had already become hard when I jumped to the treetop and saw her naked body, and now, with a caress from her slender hand, it actually bounced up and down vigorously.

"Gege... what? Missing me? Today is your last time to be close to a woman, don't ejaculate too quickly, or I will be very disappointed! Do you need me to help you?" The butterfly with cracked flowers smiled coquettishly, with a flirtatious look in her eyes.

"Hmph!" I snorted coldly and ignored her. I felt a smooth, delicate hand touch my lower abdomen, and a warm, comforting energy flowed slowly into my lower abdomen through the Guanyuan and Zhongji acupoints. This energy was extremely strange; it lingered in the acupoints without dissipating, only continuously heating up. I noticed my penis had swelled even more, and the tingling sensation from before had completely disappeared.

"This is the 'Horse Herding Heart Sutra' energy passed down through my sect. It has the miraculous effect of being invincible, and has always been passed down only to the first disciple of each generation. Today, you're lucky; I'll let you experience a lasting pleasure you've never felt before. Consider it a farewell to this thing! Hehe..."

I felt as if I were lying on the grass with a huge iron rod erect, looking utterly pathetic. I sighed inwardly, but then I saw her hold her breath, circulating her energy throughout her body. Her originally jade-like face slowly turned pink, the pink growing stronger until her entire skin was enveloped in a blazing peach-colored light.

She crossed her legs, her naked body slowly floating into the air, stopping in front of me. I couldn't move, but I could see and speak. Through the void several feet above me, I saw her smooth, pink buttocks, her labia slightly parted due to her crossed legs, revealing the most alluring part of her vulva, glowing with intense red light.

This method of intercourse was truly horrifying. I felt a mixture of anticipation and fear that she might suddenly sit down and break my manhood.

"You...you...you really want to put yourself on me like this..." Cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

She glanced at me, muttering incantations, and gracefully landed on my lap. My penis felt like an iron pestle, while her flower path was like a honey pot. A fiery sensation surged through me; my penis had entered a hot, moist furnace.

"Chirp!" she cried out softly, her slender hands pressing against my Qihai, Guanyuan, and Zhongji acupoints. A strange energy surged in, churning and swirling within me. It felt like a fireball was burning in my lower abdomen, making my entire lower body extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't help but desperately try to dodge. She straddled me, letting my penis thrust left and right within her honeyed depths.

"Oh...good husband...you're making me so horny...oh...more intense..." she moaned softly, her beautiful eyes brimming, her lower lip slightly bitten.

Whenever I thrust deeper into her honeyed depths, the burning sensation in my penis lessened slightly, but as soon as I stopped, the burning sensation intensified instantly, causing excruciating pain in my lower body. I couldn't help but move forward, a lewd thought of conquering this female demon rising in my mind.

"Mmm... Oh... Ah... Husband... You're making me feel so good... You feel good too, right?... Ah... Husband, you're so amazing... Quickly make this lewd slut... make her die..." She swayed her fragrant buttocks to match my thrusts, and strands of her lustful fluids slowly dripped down.

I listened to her moans and watched her beautiful face and body dance on me. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, my yang energy began to surge into her honey pot. I knew I had ejaculated, but the intense burning sensation had also subsided by more than half.

"Ah...good husband...you...you're making me so bloated...I love your vital energy...so pure and abundant..." As I began to feel the pleasure of ejaculation, her tightly pressed palms released wisps of energy again. The strange energy seemed to force open my seminal gate, allowing my vital energy to flow endlessly into her body.

"Ah..." A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I groaned, on the verge of fainting.

Fortunately, her vital energy was limited, and after only a moment, my seminal gate closed again. She was covered in fragrant sweat, her face flushed, and the rosy glow of her skin faded, as if she was circulating her qi to guide my vital energy.

I was in unbearable agony, knowing that if this continued, I would be completely drained, my penis cut off and made into a horse's neck chain, my soul returning to the city of the unjustly dead, but unable to move, only able to sit and wait for death.

(What "Horse Herding Sutra" supposedly grants invincibility? I was forced to ejaculate within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.) I smiled bitterly to myself.

"The sound of the flute rises, the butterfly appears, do not waste time, joy is boundless," the Butterfly of the Rippling Flower murmured after a moment of respite, her face regaining its shimmering peach blossom glow. She recited it with a charming smile, her brows radiating boundless spring. The rhyme she

uttered was completely different from the one circulating in the martial arts world. I could understand, because those who had truly heard it were long gone, their souls lying beneath the flowers, and the dead cannot speak.

Seeing my wry smile, she said sweetly, "What? Do you doubt the miraculous effect of my 'unyielding golden spear'? Hehehe... You did ejaculate, but look! It's still rock hard... I still need it to serve me well!" She slightly rose, her crimson labia loosening a bit to reveal her wet penis. The moment I saw that engorged, throbbing penis, I knew I was doomed. Sure enough, her small hand touched my acupoints, and a fiery passion reignited within me.

And so, I ejaculated three times inside her, almost completely drained. The last time, I fainted. As I slowly awoke, I finally remembered my little red horse. Taking advantage of the butterfly-like breathing exercises, I glanced around and, luckily, found my beloved steed leisurely grazing.

Thank goodness I remembered my little red horse, otherwise, dying unjustly would have been truly a tragic end. Did this clever horse think I was having an affair with my lover, Yan? It was leisurely grazing nearby, completely unaware that its master was suffering terribly.

I couldn't act rashly, because Little Red Cheese was no match for the composed and vigorous Butterfly. Even though she was unarmed, and her honeypot was still wrapped around my penis, a single palm strike might be enough to knock Little Red Cheese down.

I had to wait until she was exhausted and unable to concentrate before summoning Little Red Cheese to deliver the fatal blow. I feigned horror and begged the Fiery Butterfly for mercy, saying, "I...I can't take it anymore...If this continues, I'll surely burn out and die! We've had our share of passion, we're practically lovers, please...please spare my life!"

"Heh...I like your things, and I want you to do it to me again! If I really spare you, how am I supposed to explain to those little strips of flesh around the horse's neck? They'll definitely blame me in the afterlife!" she said, feigning distress.

“Unless…unless you can last ten rounds, they’ll be no match for you and have nothing to say. I might consider making an exception and sparing your life, but…but your manhood must be kept for me, I still have a use.”

“Actually, what’s the point of a man living without his manhood?” She smiled, her jade buttocks sinking, her honeyed orifice tightly gripping my penis, her true energy flowing into my palm. I knew it was time. I pursed my lips and let out a long cry, the tone I usually used to summon Little Red Horse to charge into battle.

Fierce Flower Butterfly’s beautiful eyes widened, not knowing what my trick was. Instead of withdrawing the true energy in my palm, she released it, thinking that by controlling me, she wasn’t afraid of my ability to fly or land, nor was she afraid of her allies coming to my aid.

Little Red Cheese was like a gust of wind, its speed far surpassing that of Zhu Pengcheng, the "Wisp of Smoke," the number one martial arts master in the world. The Flower-Splitting Butterfly, still listening to the surrounding commotion, completely assumed the newcomer was human, never expecting such lightning-fast speed. In truth, she wasn't wrong; Little Red Cheese was a horse, not a human, and a rare,

exceptional steed. With a thud mixed with a woman's piercing cry, I felt the burning embrace of my penis swiftly withdraw. The Flower-Splitting Butterfly was thrown five or six zhang away, crashing into a tree trunk behind her. Her once luscious body was now pale and motionless.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to have escaped with my life. Little Red Cheese gently nuzzled my chest, a hint of apology even in its eyes. Ah! You little rascal! Now you know I'm suffering, not enjoying a blessing!

I lay on the grass, spending a full half-hour before finally using my inner energy to unblock the restricted Jianjing and Huantiao acupoints. By the time I weakly got to my feet, the sun was already setting, bathing the entire Falling Horse Slope in golden light. I took my bag from the horse, put my clothes back on, and headed towards the dying Liehua Pink Butterfly.

The sound of the flute rises, the butterfly appears; a true man, do not linger.

I showed no lingering, even a touch of ruthlessness. This vixen, though as beautiful as a peach blossom, was far less alluring than five thousand taels of gold. I am an assassin, one of the top assassins in the martial world. Those who buy lives at the Life-Buying Pavilion have never shown mercy, not now, and never will.

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