The Blood and Tears of the Martial World: The Death of Ding Can

Zhang Hao hurried under the cover of night, eager to find the Sword God, Dugu Wuqing. He believed that the longer he delayed in killing the lecherous demon Ding Can, the more women would suffer humiliation. Shen Xueshuang was a prime example. Thinking of Shen Xueshuang, his heart swelled with desire; perhaps it was love at first sight. From the moment he first saw her, his heart was irrevocably drawn to her. That fleeting glimpse, through Shen Xueshuang's torn undergarments, was the first time he had seen a woman's naked body—how breathtaking it was! Her snow-white skin, her full breasts, her pert buttocks, and the slit in her flesh amidst the lush pubic hair, glistening with lustful moisture—it was so alluring, so intoxicating.
He
felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, his desire growing stronger with each thought. Despite the whistling mountain wind, it couldn't extinguish the burning heat within him. His pace unconsciously slowed. Having walked for most of the night, he felt quite tired. Through the moonlight, he saw a thatched hut halfway up the mountain. It was a makeshift shelter built by the local villagers for hunting, uninhabited. He planned to get there, find a place to sleep, and then head to Black Dragon Pool to find the Sword God the next day.
Before
he even reached the hut, a high-pitched moan, both painful and pleasurable, rang out, particularly clear in the desolate night. Zhang Hao was startled: Could it be that some villagers were having sex in the wild at this hour? But this place was far from any village… The more he thought about it, the less likely it seemed. Suddenly, a thought struck him: Could it be Ding Can? He decided to investigate.
Zhang
Hao crept stealthily towards the hut. The closer he got, the louder the moans became—a man's panting, a woman's soft moans, the sounds of flesh colliding, and lewd whispers filling his ears, instantly arousing Zhang Hao's groin, causing him considerable discomfort. He secretly parted the drooping grass and peered through the dim moonlight
.
Sure enough, it was Ding Can! He was riding on top of a woman, thrusting vigorously. The woman faced Zhang Hao; she was beautiful, with fair skin and swaying breasts that were indescribably alluring. Zhang Hao stared intently, startled. This woman was Shen Xueshuang's senior sister, Zhuang Mengdie, the eldest of the "Three Beauties of Hengshan." Zhuang Mengdie was no ordinary woman; she was the wife of Chen Mutian, the great hero of Xiangbei. Her martial arts skills were formidable, even surpassing Shen Xueshuang's. She was renowned in the martial arts world alongside Feng Qingqing, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Shao family, Bai Shengyi, the young mistress of the Qu family, and Cheng Lixue, Zhang Hao's senior sister. They were known as "Southern Butterfly, Northern Phoenix" and "Eastern Yi, Western Xue," names coined by martial arts enthusiasts for casual comments about beautiful women. Little did they know that these comments had attracted countless suitors eager to possess her. Fortunately, these four beauties were all highly skilled, and their husbands were also renowned, which made the group of lecherous thieves hesitate, only able to sigh in vain. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Mengdie fell into the clutches of a demon today, being raped by Ding Can in this desolate wilderness, her seductive charms fully revealed, her moans of lust echoing.
It
turned out that today, Dugu Chao, seeing Shen Xueshuang captured by Ding Can, knew he was no match for him and hurriedly returned to Hengshan Sect to seek reinforcements. Zhuang Mengdie happened to be visiting her master these past two days, so she followed Abbess Ciyun and led a group of junior brothers and sisters, splitting into two groups to search for Shen Xueshuang. Unexpectedly, they encountered Ding Can on the way. Ding Can, intimidated by Zhong Chengxian's name, dared not be disrespectful to Yue Rushuang and abandoned the beauty to flee. His pent-up lust, aroused by Shen Xueshuang, had nowhere to be vented. Upon encountering Zhuang Mengdie, seeing that her beauty was no less than Shen Xueshuang's, and her figure even more alluring, he abducted her without a word. Reaching the mountainside, they spotted a thatched hut. Seeing the remote location, far from any human habitation, they assumed Zhong Chengxian couldn't have reached this place. So they pinned Zhuang Mengdie to the ground and took their leave. At first, Zhuang Mengdie struggled fiercely, but her pressure points were controlled, and she gradually lost her strength. Ding Can, an expert in this art, quickly stripped her naked. Her tightly closed legs were pulled apart, her vulva exposed, and his thick penis thrust into her. Knowing there was no way to resist, she could only weep in pain. Ding Can's lust was particularly high that night; unable to taste Shen Xueshuang, he poured all his passion onto Zhuang Mengdie. When Zhang Hao saw Zhuang Mengdie screaming lewdly, Ding Can had already ejaculated five times inside her. At
this
moment, Zhang Hao saw that Ding Can's eyes were tightly closed, he was extremely comfortable, his attention completely focused on Zhuang Mengdie's beautiful body, his penis also intoxicated by that alluring peach blossom cave, moving in and out, bringing out a pool of lustful fluid, completely unaware of Zhang Hao's presence beside him. He couldn't help but think, "If I were to strike now, he's in the throes of ecstasy and would have no chance to resist. If I time it right, I can definitely kill him."
A
mountain wind blew in gusts, occasionally bringing a chill. Zhang Hao felt a cold sweat break out. Knowing that his martial arts were far inferior to Ding Can's, he continued to sneak up, hiding behind Ding Can. Through the gaps in the grass, he stared intently at Ding Can, his heart pounding, extremely tense.
Ding
Can was completely unaware of the approaching danger; his entire attention was now focused on Zhuang Mengdie. A thick, dark penis was penetrating Zhuang Mengdie's alluring vagina, grinding and thrusting gently. His rough hands reached under her breasts, kneading and squeezing her soft flesh, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, making her moan repeatedly. Zhuang Mengdie's cherry lips were raised high, her head swaying slightly, her small mouth emitting soft moans, clearly enjoying herself immensely. By the time Ding Can thrust into her for the sixth time, she had forgotten the humiliation she had suffered, completely immersed in the extreme ecstasy that intoxicated her.
Standing
behind Ding Can, Zhang Hao saw that each thrust exposed the tender flesh of Zhuang Mengdie's vagina, bringing out a gush of vaginal fluid. The "plop plop" sounds of the thrusting, the slapping of the penis against her buttocks, reignited Zhang Hao's extinguished lust. His lower abdomen throbbed, and his penis stood erect. He wished he were Ding Can, fucking Zhuang Mengdie's exquisite, curvaceous body. "Miss Zhuang, are you enjoying this?
"
Ding Can leered, stroking Zhuang Mengdie's shapely buttocks. Zhuang Mengdie, currently experiencing intense pleasure from Ding Can's penetration, turned her pretty face away, her expression a mixture of humiliation and enjoyment, too ashamed to look at Ding Can. Seeing her silence, Ding Can thrust his large penis into her honeyed depths several times, eliciting even louder moans from Zhuang Mengdie. Ding Can
then
flipped Zhuang Mengdie over and lifted her close, his rough hands gripping her breasts tightly. Simultaneously, he extended his lewd tongue, kissing her cherry-like lips, and then thrusting it inside, sucking hard on her delicate tongue, teasingly swirling it within her mouth. His lower body also moved slowly and gently. Zhuang Mengdie initially tried to avoid him, but soon she responded passionately, her beautiful eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her delicate nose emitting soft moans, completely lost in ecstasy. Zhang Hao, captivated by Zhuang Mengdie's alluring beauty, was overcome with desire. In a daze, he couldn't resist pulling out his manhood and frantically rubbing it, completely forgetting that his formidable enemy, the lecherous Ding Can, was right in front of him.
Ding Can was diligently working in Zhuang Mengdie's tight vagina when he suddenly heard heavy breathing behind him. Startled, he hastily pulled his penis out of her alluring opening and leaped outside. There he saw a burly young man masturbating—the same young man from earlier that day. He chuckled, "Since we're kindred spirits, why not come in and enjoy the view?" Zhang Hao, caught in the act and intimidated by Ding Can's lecherous power, hesitated, unsure of what to do. He was a quick-witted man, and realizing that his impulsive actions had cost him a golden opportunity to kill Ding Can, his mind raced: If I fight him now, I'll gain no advantage. It's better to go along with him and kill him when he's off guard. Unbeknownst to him, Ding Can was a seasoned veteran. Seeing Zhang Hao's shifty eyes, he knew Zhang Hao's intentions, but being skilled and daring, he completely disregarded Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao was embarrassed, unsure whether to go in or leave. Ding Can pulled him along, and he involuntarily followed him into the outhouse. Zhuang Mengdie lay naked on the ground, her full buttocks slightly upturned, her body as white as snow, her alabaster skin and the subtle cleavage completely exposed! Seeing the sudden appearance of a burly young man, her pretty face immediately flushed red with shyness. She quickly buried her head in his arms, not daring to look up again .

Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's coy and coquettish demeanor, Ding Can suddenly had a strange thought: "Although this young man is a righteous person, his demonic roots are deeply ingrained. With a little training, he can surely bring glory to my demonic sect. Why don't I..." He made up his mind and chuckled at Zhang Hao, "Little brother, with such beauty before you, why not enjoy it together?" Zhang Hao turned his handsome face away, his expression full of disdain, clearly showing extreme contempt for Ding Can.
Ding
Can was not offended: "Since little brother is too shy, then I won't be polite." He looked at Zhuang Mengdie's fair and tender flesh, and his lust flared up again. His penis grew even thicker. He was too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Hao anymore and immediately buried his head between Zhuang Mengdie's beautiful breasts and full buttocks. Zhuang Mengdie saw that there was another person beside her and lightly punched and pushed, refusing to let Ding Can get close. Ding Can was aroused, lay down on his side, lifted one of her jade legs, aimed his penis at her vulva, and thrust it in from the side. Forced into her by Ding Can, Zhuang Mengdie let out a soft "Ah!" her beautiful face furrowing slightly, a mixture of pain and satisfaction. The hot, hard penis thrust in and out of her honeyed orifice, its heat sending waves of pleasure through her. But the thought of a stranger watching filled her with humiliation and helplessness, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. She couldn't cry out, nor could she scream. She could only tightly close her cherry lips, suppressing any moans, maintaining her ladylike image to prevent Zhang Hao from witnessing her wanton allure. Yet, soft moans escaped her throat, revealing her endless yearning.
Zhang
Hao stood to the side, turning his head away, not wanting to watch this lewd spectacle. But Ding Can seemed to be deliberately defying him, constantly changing positions, using his best techniques, until Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were glazed with desire, her moans incessant. At first, she tried to suppress her moans, but Ding Can's thick, erect penis churned inside her, thrusting and pounding, and even more agonizingly, his rough hands seemed to possess boundless magic, grabbing and kneading her breasts from behind, making her feel like she was on fire, causing her vaginal fluids to gush out continuously, splashing around with each thrust, an irresistible temptation. She felt that only by crying out loud could she feel more comfortable, could she release her suppressed passion. Zhuang Mengdie could no longer hold back, moaning loudly, each sound higher than the last, each more seductive, each more intoxicating. Hearing the
lewd
sounds, Zhang Hao could no longer resist, he took off his clothes, pulled out his enormous penis, and began to thrust frantically. Seeing Zhang Hao's bloodshot eyes, Ding Can knew he had fallen into his trap. He sneered inwardly, "What righteous people? They're all fucking bastards! Every single one of them is a hypocrite. In front of a naked, sexy woman, they're like flies smelling mutton, revealing their true colors."
He
pulled out his penis, flipped Zhuang Mengdie's alluring body over, positioning himself on top, and beckoned Zhang Hao over. At first, Zhang Hao hesitated, but when he saw Zhuang Mengdie's round, high-perched buttocks facing him, a hint of softness between them, lush pubic hair, and stains of lust, he felt a surge of heat, his lustful courage rising. He stepped forward, grasped his throbbing erection, brought it to her vulva, rubbed it, and aimed at her peach blossom cave, preparing to thrust inside. Zhuang Mengdie opened her mouth as if to beg, but Ding Can, lying below, stuck his long tongue into her cherry mouth, leaving only muffled whimpers. She twisted her waist and swayed her hips, trying her best to dodge, but Zhang Hao grabbed her buttocks with both hands, immediately immobilizing her. Seeing that she no longer resisted, Zhang Hao thrust his penis in, filling her completely. It was
Zhang
Hao's first time having sex, and he felt the layers of tender flesh inside Zhuang Mengdie's vagina gripping his penis with immense pleasure. He imitated Ding Can's thrusting technique, moving his penis in and out of her vagina. Despite being married for many years, Zhuang Mengdie's vagina remained as tight as a virgin's. The tender flesh tightly enveloped his penis, squeezing and sucking it powerfully, driving Zhang Hao wild with pleasure, making him tremble. He felt that the greatest pleasure in life was this.
Compared
to Ding Can, Zhang Hao's technique was not as refined, but he was young and handsome, and his penis was thicker and more powerful, giving Zhuang Mengdie a greater sense of psychological satisfaction. His large penis, inserted into her vagina, filled her completely, and even without thrusting, it gave Zhuang Mengdie a tremendous feeling of fullness. She felt the burning hot penis pressed tightly against the deepest part of her vagina, its heat causing an indescribable tingling sensation, like thousands of ants gently biting and sucking. Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but sway her hips slightly, rubbing the penis against the tender flesh of her vagina to relieve the itch.
Ding
Can, lying below, seeing Zhang Hao's lack of understanding, immediately pointed it out: "Silly boy, Lady Zhuang's vagina is itchy, why don't you hurry up and unleash your power?" He said this, but his rough mouth didn't stop, sucking on Zhuang Mengdie's swaying breasts with a "tsk tsk" sound. Reminded by his words, Zhang Hao thrust his hips forward, penetrating deep into Zhuang Mengdie's honeyed depths, each thrust hitting the flesh, making Zhuang Mengdie moan and cry out incessantly. Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's aroused state, Zhang Hao became even more aroused, feeling his penis throbbing and growing even thicker and longer within her vagina. He was like a ferocious beast, ravaging the beautiful heroine with a frenzied passion. His iron-like penis pressed tightly against her plump, jade-like buttocks, thrusting fiercely into her honey-dripping paradise. At this moment, Zhuang Mengdie's head was raised high, her red lips slightly parted, emitting uncontrollable moans: "Mmm...oh..." Encouraged by her moans, Zhang Hao thrust wildly, completely intoxicated by this alluring, snow-white body.
All
night long, Zhang Hao and Ding Can frantically ravaged Zhuang Mengdie, venting their excess energy on the beautiful heroine's snow-white, alluring body. Zhuang Mengdie was numbed by their ejaculation, feeling both pleasure and shame. In the end, she didn't even have the strength to cry out, only spreading her jade legs wide, revealing her alluring flesh, allowing the two men to take as they pleased. As the morning sun rose and shone into the thatched hut, Zhuang Mengdie lay sprawled on the ground, her firm breasts still erect with bright red nipples. Her swollen, red vagina, unable to close properly from repeated penetration, continued to drip with semen. Her genitals were stained and filthy, a scene of utter debauchery. Zhang Hao had ejaculated seven times on Zhuang Mengdie that night. Later, his mind became hazy, and he fell asleep, his body pressed against
hers
, his legs intertwined. In his dazed state, he was suddenly awakened by a soft sobbing sound. Opening his eyes, he saw Zhuang Mengdie hiding in a corner, dressing and crying as she did so, her shoulders heaving, clearly heartbroken. Zhang Hao's mind immediately cleared. Remembering the absurdity of the previous night, he felt both remorse and sorrow, never imagining he had done such a shameful thing in such a muddle-headed manner. He caught sight of Ding Can snoring to one side, and a surge of anger rose within him. He, a man of integrity, had fallen prey to a lecherous demon! If word got out, how could he ever hold his head high again?
He
crept closer to Ding Can, channeled his inner energy into his palm, and struck down towards the top of Ding Can's head. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew, and before he could react, Ding Can had already floated to the side, glaring at him with mocking eyes, as if watching a monkey being toyed with. It turned out that he had woken up when Zhuang Mengdie sobbed. If he didn't even have this much awareness, how could he possibly survive in the martial world?
Zhang
Hao roared and unleashed his Snow Mountain Palm Technique, launching a relentless attack on Ding Can. However, his seemingly powerful palm strikes were like stones sinking into the sea before Ding Can. Ding Can stood still, effortlessly deflecting Zhang Hao's attacks. While parrying the blows, he pleaded, "Brother Zhang, how carefree and pleasureful we were last night! Why turn your back on me so quickly? Why fight to the death so early? If you fancy this woman, I'll let you have her. Hehe..." Zhuang Mengdie hid in a corner, tears glistening in her eyes, her face still flushed. Her tattered undergarments couldn't conceal the glimpse of her breasts, revealing a large portion of her white flesh. She was utterly bewildered as to why these two lecherous men had suddenly started fighting.
"
Who called you brother! Who's jealous of you! You've ruined my reputation in the martial world! Today, I'll fight you to the death!" Zhang Hao shouted as he continued his relentless assault. Ding Can chuckled,
"
Brother Zhang, you're no match for me. Killing you would be effortless for me." As if to prove his strength, Ding Can lunged forward, grabbing at Zhang Hao's chest with incredible speed and precision. Zhang Hao couldn't dodge in time, and was struck at his Tankou acupoint, instantly becoming weak and collapsing to the ground, unable to move.
Ding Can lifted Zhang Hao, kneading his bones, and clicked his tongue in amazement, "I never expected you to be such a good martial arts student. What a pity… what a pity." This "pity "
was for Zhang Hao's lack of a true master.

Zhang Hao launched into a tirade of curses. Ever since he had violated Zhuang Mengdie the previous night, committing an act despised by all martial arts practitioners, he had been consumed by self-pity and wished only for a quick death. Ding Can, enraged by Zhang Hao's vile insults, restrained him from his martial arts, dragged him out of the outhouse, slapping him repeatedly as they walked, leaving Zhuang Mengdie behind.
Along
the way, the two continued their mutual hurling of insults. In their fervor, Zhang Hao even unleashed curses against Ding Can's ancestors. Ding Can, seeing Zhang Hao's extraordinary talent, was determined to take him as a disciple. Initially, he was furious at Zhang Hao's insults, but as Zhang Hao's tirade grew more vigorous and unrestrained, he found it quite palatable and stopped hitting him, letting him shout until he was hoarse. The two walked and stopped intermittently
.
Ding Can repeatedly tried to persuade Zhang Hao to become his disciple, but Zhang Hao remained unmoved, eventually ignoring Ding Can altogether. He was quite clever, and through a series of shoves and pushes, he gradually led Ding Can towards the Black Dragon Pool.
That
afternoon, the two arrived at a stream in a canyon, where steep cliffs lined both sides, making it extremely treacherous. Suddenly, another argument broke out. Ding Can, enraged by the insults, threw a punch at Zhang Hao's chest. Zhang Hao dodged, and with a "thud," something fell from his chest. Ding Can picked it up and saw it was the Sacred Flame Token of the Fire God Cult; his expression immediately shifted between anger and uncertainty. He stared at Zhang Hao and asked, "Boy, are you a member of the Divine Cult?" Knowing he was afraid of Zhong Chengxian, Zhang Hao casually lied, "Indeed, your grandfather was a disciple of Master Zhong of the Divine Cult."
Ding
Can, observing his expression, knew he was lying and laughed loudly, "The Divine Cult has a disciple like you? That's a curse on your ancestors for eighteen generations."
Zhang
Hao continued to feign, "Our Divine Cult is thriving under Master Zhong's leadership, how prestigious we are! You have humiliated me today, but when Master Zhong finds out, he will definitely teach you a lesson."
Seeing
his stubbornness, Ding Can laughed loudly, "Even if Zhong Chengxian were here, I wouldn't be afraid of him." As soon as he
finished
speaking, a cheerful voice rang out, "Who dares to speak ill of me, Zhong?" Before the voice faded, two people slowly strolled out from the woods at a side fork in the road. The one who spoke was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, handsome and elegant, carrying a jade flute, extremely refined and scholarly. Beside him stood a man nearing forty, carrying a Qilin sword, burly and imposing, with piercing eyes and a weathered face. The two men, standing there, exuded an imposing aura that completely intimidated Ding Can. These two were none other than the renowned figures of the martial arts world: "Divine Sword Prodigy" Zhong Chengxian and "Sword God" Dugu Wuqing!
Ding
Can hadn't expected to encounter these two most formidable figures here. He feared Zhong Chengxian most in his life, yet his greatest fear had led him to this very situation. Under Zhong Chengxian's overwhelming power, he stammered, unable to utter a word. Zhang Hao, upon seeing this, was immediately impressed.
Seeing
Ding Can's pale face, Zhong Chengxian smiled slightly: "Ding Can, your eight brothers have all reformed and joined my Divine Sect, bound by my rules. You should rein in your ways and turn back before it's too late." The Nine Demons had wreaked havoc on the martial arts world for years, and in the past two years, Zhong Chengxian had put in considerable effort to subdue them one by one. Only Ding Can remained, always a loner, elusive and extremely difficult to find. Ding Can knew his martial arts were far inferior to Zhong Chengxian's, and that he would likely not escape unscathed today. He had been timid and hesitant, but seeing Zhong Chengxian's words, he mustered his courage and raised his head: "I, Ding Can, am used to being free and unrestrained. If I were to be bound by the rules of the Divine Sect and unable to live a life of pleasure, I would rather die than join the Divine Sect!" He spoke with absolute resolve.
Zhong Chengxian frowned and turned to Dugu Wuqing, saying, "Brother Dugu, what do you think is the best course of action?" Before Dugu Wuqing could speak, Zhang Hao interjected, "Ding Can is a lecherous demon. Since he refuses to submit, his martial arts should be crippled to prevent him from causing further harm to the martial world." Zhong Chengxian's eyes flashed like lightning as he looked at Zhang Hao and nodded: "I don't usually like killing people. What this brother says is quite right." Upon hearing this, Ding Can's face turned deathly pale. He glared fiercely at Zhang Hao. By nature, he had long wanted to beat this kid up, but in front of Zhong Chengxian, he dared not show the slightest disrespect. Seeing Ding Can hesitate and seem about to flee, Dugu Wuqing turned to Zhong Chengxian and said, "Brother, hold your hand. Let me have a go at him." Ding Can, seeing Dugu Wuqing's eagerness, felt a surge of hope. He knew both men were men of their word; since the "Sword God" wanted to fight, Zhong Chengxian would not interfere . He wasn't a match for Zhong Chengxian, but he was confident he could handle Dugu Wuqing; otherwise, his name wouldn't be ranked ahead of the Sword God on the martial arts leaderboard. Seeing that Dugu Wuqing wanted to fight Ding Can alone, Zhong Chengxian didn't want to refuse him. He smiled at him, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "Since Brother Dugu wants to join the fray, I won't say more. But do you know what powerful weapons Ding Can usually uses?" Dugu Wuqing, surprised by Zhong Chengxian's question, shook his head. Zhang Hao, standing nearby, also found it strange. He usually saw Ding Can fight bare-handed; could he be hiding a powerful weapon? He looked at Zhong Chengxian, his face full of questions. Before they could ask any questions, Zhong Chengxian began to speak: " Since we are all martial artists, we all have weapons for self-defense. For example, everyone knows that Brother Dugu's swordsmanship is superb, and he wields a precious sword. But some people don't show off their skills usually, and they never reveal their killing moves unless it's a critical moment. Ding Can is known as the 'Lustful Demon,' so his weapon naturally matches his nickname. It can be used for self-defense and also as a flirting tool. In my opinion, it must be the Judge's Pen." Before he finished speaking, Ding Can was already greatly shocked, which showed that what Zhong Chengxian said was true. Dugu Wuqing and Zhang Hao were very impressed that Zhong Chengxian had guessed Ding Can's weapon so accurately without even making a move . Dugu Wuqing tightened his clothes, drew his Qilin Sword, and jumped down from the arena. Knowing that their opponents today were rare in their lives, the two were very cautious. They found an open space and began to fight. Ding Can moved with lightning speed, lightly striking out with a palm towards Dugu Wuqing's face. The move itself seemed ordinary, but midway through, it suddenly shifted to his abdomen. Dugu Wuqing, a seasoned warrior, wouldn't be easily fooled and immediately swung his sword to slash at Ding Can's hand. Ding Can reacted swiftly, his figure shifting, already behind Dugu Wuqing, his palms flashing, two quick strikes aimed at his back. Zhang Hao watched from the sidelines, observing Ding Can's unpredictable palm techniques . Each strike, halfway through its trajectory, would change direction several times—a style of palm technique so fantastical it was unlike anything he had ever seen. Dugu Wuqing's Qilin sword followed closely, changing its attack wherever Ding Can went. It seemed the two were evenly matched, their skills evenly matched. The two fought for an hour or so, but Ding Can, ultimately fighting with a sword against a palm, gradually found himself at a disadvantage. He appeared somewhat agitated, and Dugu Wuqing, seeing an opening, pressed forward relentlessly, causing him to become flustered and reveal his defeat. Dugu Wuqing gave him no chance to breathe, thrusting several more swords, forcing Ding Can to the edge of the pool. With no way to retreat, he was unable to defend himself. Just as Dugu Wuqing was preparing to press his advantage and kill him, two clanging sounds rang out. Ding Can had pulled two judge's pens from his robes, deflecting Dugu Wuqing's attacks. With weapons in hand, he seemed divinely aided, instantly turning the tide, and the two resumed their fierce battle. Time ticked by, and under Ding Can's relentless onslaught of judge 's pens, Dugu Wuqing was forced to retreat repeatedly, sustaining multiple wounds on the back of his hands, from which drops of blood splattered. The situation was extremely perilous. Seeing Dugu Wuqing gradually weakening, Zhang Hao anxiously looked at Zhong Chengxian, hoping he would intervene in time. Zhong Chengxian ignored him, focusing on Ding Can's offensive. He already knew Ding Can's strength well, so he shouted, "Abandon his self-defense, attack what he must defend! "

Having immersed himself in the art of swordsmanship for decades, Dugu Wuqing naturally understood its principles. Now, reminded by Zhong Chengxian, he immediately abandoned defense and launched a swift attack, each strike aimed directly at Ding Can's vital points. Ding Can hadn't expected Dugu Wuqing, after Zhong Chengxian's guidance, to be several times more powerful than before, and was momentarily unable to defend himself. After fighting for a while, Ding Can suddenly let out a scream, blood splattering everywhere, as Dugu Wuqing pierced his "Tianchi" acupoint. His arms went numb, and knowing the situation was dire, he threw out his judge's pen, feinted an attack, and immediately fled in panic. Just as Dugu Wuqing was about to give chase, Zhong Chengxian, having seen it clearly, said, "Brother Dugu, let him go. You are injured yourself, and his vital points have been pierced; he can no longer do evil."
Dugu
Wuqing stopped upon hearing Zhong Chengxian's words, saying, "But I won't feel at ease until I kill Ding Can." His face was pale, and his expression was listless, clearly indicating he too had suffered severe internal injuries. "Today's battle was truly unprecedented in my life; it was exhilarating."
Hearing
that Ding Can had suffered severe internal injuries, Zhang Hao helped Dugu Wuqing sit down and ran around helping Zhong Chengxian treat his wounds. Then he volunteered, "I'll go kill him." Dugu Wuqing hadn't expected such courage, and his eyes were full of approval.
Zhong
Chengxian was moved, staring strangely at Zhang Hao. He took the Sacred Flame Token from Zhang Hao's hand, inquired about the situation, and his goodwill towards him increased. From their conversation, he could tell that Zhang Hao was deeply fascinated by the Fire God Cult and greatly admired him, so he warmly invited him to join the cult, which Zhang Hao readily agreed to. Taking advantage of the opportunity to heal Dugu Wuqing's injuries, Zhong Chengxian told him about some of the cult's affairs and rules.
The
two talked animatedly, sharing their experiences and observations from their travels, finding themselves quite compatible. As dusk fell, Zhong Chengxian, recalling the matter of killing Ding Can, said, "Brother Zhang, your mission to kill Ding Can may be perilous, but with your intelligence and talent, you should be able to accomplish it. If you succeed in this important matter, I will appoint you as a fifth-rank elder upon your return." The elders of the Fire God Cult were divided into five ranks, ten in each rank. Except for the cult leader, who wore a gold Sacred Flame Token, the other elders wore silver, bronze, gilded steel, pure steel, and iron Sacred Flame Tokens according to their rank. The Sacred Flame Token Yue Rushuang gave Zhang Hao belonged to the third-rank elder. Although she was not an elder, as the cult leader's maid, she held a high position within the cult. According to the cult's rules, those who could be appointed elders had to have made great contributions. Although a fifth-rank elder was the lowest rank among the elders, their status within the cult was quite prominent. Zhang Hao bid farewell to Zhong Chengxian and Dugu Wuqing
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Knowing that Ding Can was seriously injured and unlikely to have gone far, he followed the trail of blood. After walking for about two hours, they finally found Ding Can, barely alive, under a large tree. Ding Can stared at him coldly with his cloudy old eyes. Zhang Hao dared not be careless. He drew his longsword, pointed it at him, and said fiercely, "Old thief, today I'll send you to the Western Paradise!" Although the sword was pointed at him, he thought of their interactions over the past few days. Despite being forced to be his disciple and sometimes being beaten and scolded, he had ultimately treated Zhang Hao fairly well. Ding Can's lips moved, his face full of disdain: "Boy, if I'm an old thief, then you're a little thief. You dare to try and kill me? You'd only sully your fine sword!"
Seeing Zhang Hao hesitate, he suddenly remembered something, so he took out a package from his robes and said to Zhang Hao, "I've never taken on a disciple in my life. This time, seeing that your temperament is quite compatible with mine, I originally intended to take you as my disciple, but I never expected to lose my life here today. All my life's learning has no successor, which is a great regret. The contents of this treasure pouch are all my life's most precious skills. You can study them on your own to console me." He thought of his impending death and felt a deep sense of reluctance: " I have roamed the martial world for decades, living a carefree life. I have always acted as I pleased, never being controlled by anyone. But I have a few regrets in this life. First, my martial arts skills are unmatched, but then Zhong Chengxian appeared out of nowhere, making me uneasy and unable to enjoy my life in the martial world. Second, I have been with countless women, but I have never been able to obtain a woman I truly desire. In recent years, there has been talk of 'Ningyue Feishuang, unparalleled in the world' among the beautiful young women in the martial world, but all three of them are formidable figures." "I wouldn't dare touch lust. As for beautiful young women, the 'Four Beauties of the Jianghu' are the best: Feng Qingqing is otherworldly, Zhuang Mengdie is alluring, Bai Shengyi has bright, captivating eyes, and Cheng Lixue has skin whiter than snow. Of these four beauties, I only recently got my hands on Zhuang Mengdie. Just imagine her delicate skin, her little hole being touched, instantly flowing with lustful fluids—truly a woman of unparalleled charm, a rare beauty. Heh heh…" Thinking of that night's passionate encounter with Zhuang Mengdie, he couldn't help but chuckle lewdly, drool involuntarily, filled with longing. Even though he'd only slept with one of the four beauties, he felt it was enough to satisfy him for life. The moonlight was cold, and Zhang Hao listened quietly to his mutterings, a sense of desolation rising within him, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Ding Can looked at Zhang Hao and said, " A true man should live life to the fullest when it's time to be carefree. Moral doctrines are all bullshit! But if you want to live alone, you must get rid of Zhong Chengxian. Zhong Chengxian is the embodiment of justice, the guardian of traditional morality. His martial arts are beyond our reach. With him around, we can't be free. We must find a way to eliminate him to be truly free." Zhang Hao was startled by Ding Can's sudden mention of eliminating Zhong Chengxian. He greatly admired Zhong Chengxian and would never allow himself to be killed. Ding Can continued muttering to himself. Gradually, his voice grew weaker, his breath rising and falling. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he kicked his legs, and died. Zhang Hao took the package and opened it . It was full of items related to womanizing, including martial arts manuals, a compilation of Ding Can's lewd techniques ("The Art of Seduction"), recipes for various aphrodisiacs, and a variety of disguise masks. Womanizing was indeed a complex art; it seemed being a lecherous thief wasn't easy. He turned back, gazing at Ding Can's corpse, feeling a deep sadness at the thought of this once-powerful figure now resting in peace. He was overwhelmed with emotion, reflecting on Ding Can's words and finding a profound resonance. He realized life was fleeting, and one should seize the moment, for a few decades pass in the blink of an eye, and when death comes, nothing remains.

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