Sanniang's Adventure

The rolling river flowed with a deep, dark blue hue, appearing thick but not greasy. When sunlight pierced through the floating clouds and poured directly onto the river's
surface, it shimmered brilliantly, revealing its silvery chest, while the sparse green trees lining the banks
drooped over them like thick, curly hair.

Zhang Sanniang slowed her pace, casually admiring the scenery along the bank, when suddenly her eyes lit up and landed
on a man under a lone tree.

The man was a poor fellow, wearing a faded black cloth robe, patched upon patched
, yet still unable to cover two newly torn rips. He wore tattered straw sandals, leaning against a rock, one
foot crossed over the other's knee, revealing two large holes in the sole. A straw rope was tied around his waist, from which a rusty iron sword was tucked
askew .

Beside him was a jar of wine and a bag of the cheapest fried broad beans. He looked utterly drunk, yet he was still
guzzling down the wine, occasionally popping a broad bean into his mouth, chewing it with a loud crunch. What was particularly amusing was that he
was also rolling up his sleeves and shouting, as if he were playing a drinking game with the breeze and sunshine, busy as could be.

Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but smile: "This man must be penniless, having sold everything he could to buy wine
. If he could sell himself for wine, he certainly wouldn't hesitate..."

But she suddenly sensed something strange. The man was thin as a skeleton, with prominent cheekbones, thick, jet-black eyebrows
, and a stubble of dark blue hair, which glared sharply in the sunlight. At first glance, it was impossible to tell
how old he was. But his languid, eight-foot-tall frame and imposing figure, like a lazy, drunken tiger,
possessed an inexplicable, captivating power, making her feel inexplicably small in his presence. Strange!

Zhang San Niang's attention was momentarily drawn to the burly man, and she completely overlooked the subtle change behind her.

Suddenly, a thin, tall man in green appeared behind her, his face merely skin and bones, his
small, narrow eyes gleaming with a serpentine light. He moved with incredible speed; he was none other than
the Azure Serpent God of the Twelve Constellations, also known as the Deer-Eating Lord.

In a flash, he leaped past her, lightly blocking her path. Startled

, Zhang San Niang quickly stood up and demanded, "Who are you, and what do you want?" As she spoke, she already
drew her soft whip from her waist.

The Deer-Eating Lord bowed respectfully, then knelt down, saying in a low voice, "This humble servant has been ordered to
welcome the Madam!"

Zhang Sanniang was taken aback: What Madam? He must have mistaken her for someone else! Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt
a numbness on her "Yinlingquan" acupoint. Then, the kneeling man made
a series of moves, striking her acupoints such as "Zongbi," "Liangqiu," "Futu," and "Biling.

" Normally, with Zhang Sanniang's skills and her wariness, she shouldn't have been so easily fooled. But the Deer-Eating Lord's kneeling
had already thrown her into disarray. Moreover, the Deer-Eating Lord's attacks were invisible and incredibly fast, so
even though Zhang Sanniang was quick-witted, she still fell for it, her whole body going limp in an instant, collapsing to the ground.

The Deer-Eating Lord jumped up and laughed heartily. "I never thought I'd get the credit! Hehe, and I even caught a
delicate radiant beauty!" He grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth through his thick, drooling lips,
exhaling a foul stench of stomach odor. His outstretched hand almost touched Zhang San Niang's full, supple body.

Suddenly, it felt as if raindrops fell on Zhang San Niang, releasing all the pressure points that had been sealed.
Overjoyed, Zhang San Niang sprang to her feet with a "carp leap," her soft whip lashing out like a dragon emerging from the water, instantly throwing the Deer-Eating King
into a frenzy. She knew in her heart that a master must have been secretly helping her. Could it be that
poor, drunkard who had been drinking alone on the shore, chewing broad beans, playing drinking games, and dozing off? She looked closely and indeed, there were a few broad beans on the ground.

Overjoyed, Zhang San Niang felt a surge of affection for the poor man, and her beautiful eyes glanced at him again
. But the man seemed oblivious, flicking another broad bean into his mouth.

Just then, a cloud of dust rose behind them, and Lord Baishan and Lord Taxue, with their respective men, caught
up . Zhang Sanniang, seeing the situation was dire, was about to flee when she heard the sudden sound of hooves from the hillside ahead
. A group of people appeared, lined up in a row, blocking her path. Leading them was a white-haired man with large, pointed ears, almost
identical to rabbit ears, known as "Lord Pounding Medicine"; another was a tall, imposing man with a face full of scars, a thick beard
, and as strong as an ox, known as "Lord Transporting Grain"; another was a man dressed in white, hunched over, with small eyes and a
goatee known as "Lord Chishi"; and yet another was a fat, big-eared, flat-nosed, thick-lipped, baring
-toothed man with eyes like slits, known as "Lord Blackface". Behind each of them were four people with harelips, four people shaped like oxen, four people with goatees
, and four people shaped like pigs. "I really don't know where the 'Twelve Constellations' found so many strange people!"

Several groups of people surrounded Zhang San Niang from all directions, making it impossible for her to escape or retreat
. She was caught in a predicament, attacked from all sides.

Just then, a man with a cleft lip suddenly had a bloody hole in the back of his head, a man with a goatee had
a bloody flower bloom on his spine, a man in the shape of a bull had his buttocks explode, and a woman with a horse face had her thigh broken. They fell to the ground,
their screams unbearable to hear.

Suddenly, Chi Shi Jun heard a whoosh behind him. He dodged and grabbed a hidden weapon, but his palm went numb with pain
! Looking closely, he saw it was a broad bean. His eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned the surroundings and fixed his gaze on
the . The drunkard was drinking from a jar while chewing on a broad bean.

"It must be this drunkard who's up to this!" Chi Shi Jun, along with the remaining three goatee-bearded men, pounced on the drunkard.

The drunkard picked up the last broad bean, weighed it in his palm, and muttered drunkenly, "Only you're left
. They're still coming to snatch it. Oh well, I can't win against them. Let them eat it!" Without even looking at it, he
flicked the broad bean at Chishi Jun. Chishi

Jun dodged in a flash, but the goatee following closely behind was unlucky. He only let out a half-groan
before falling backward. The broad bean had gotten stuck in his throat!

The drunkard then picked up his jug and drank it all down, muttering dejectedly, "The wine's all gone. This is really
terrible !" He grabbed the rusty iron sword, hiccuping as he said, "Consider this sword yours. Give me a few coins to buy some wine. I'm selling it cheap, so you can buy it cheap!" With that, he gently handed
the rusty sword to the goatee who had rushed in the closest . The man was still more than two feet away from the rusty sword, but suddenly he didn't even utter a groan. He stood frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place , blocking Chi Shi Jun's path.

Chishi Jun roared angrily, raising his hand to strike—but the goatee-like man, who had been frozen in place, collapsed stiffly to the ground, his head
and body separated, the neck broken cleanly, blood spurting only after the body was severed!

Chishi Jun was terrified, his goat-like eyes wide open, his large goatee
twitching with the muscles in his face. He forced himself to remain calm and asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you?"

The drunkard lazily replied, "Who I am is irrelevant, but your goatee
disgusts me . You'd better shave it off. Here, lend me a razor."

He casually pointed the rusty sword at Chishi Jun. A cold light flashed across his face, dazzling and blinding. Chishi Jun
hurriedly waved his hand to shield himself, but his hair was already flying everywhere. Touching his face, he found that not only were his eyebrows and beard gone,
but even the tangled hair on his head was completely shaved off, leaving him with a bald head, looking
like .

Chishi Jun was terrified. He lost his footing and fell to the ground, scrambling back to his own ranks along the slope
, trembling as he cried out, "You...you are Yan Nantian..."

The peerless hero Yan Nantian? Zhang Sanniang was astonished. She never imagined that this drunkard was
the person she had risked her life to find!

A moment of silence fell over the battlefield, then suddenly the sounds of battle resumed. The "Twelve Constellations," relying on their superior numbers,
charged , intending to eliminate the peerless hero Yan Nantian and Zhang Sanniang together.

Yan Nantian sighed, remaining rooted to the spot. He merely brandished his rusty sword and said, "You guys
should probably stop playing now. If you anger my friend, you won't have a good time!" This
rusty sword, practically scrap metal, he actually considered a friend? It was laughable!

Amidst the sneer, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, like a thunderclap, shaking his opponents to their core
. The rusty sword in Yan Nantian's hand shrieked mournfully, crackling with purple lightning and darting like golden snakes, like a snowflake—unbreakable
, indestructible, and impenetrable, completely enveloping him.

This snowflake rampaged through the enemy ranks, killing those it touched and wounding those it brushed against, as if slicing through melons and vegetables.
A rain of blood swirled around this snowflake; groans echoed around it. Several snake-eyed men, their flesh
drained and bloodied, resembled dead snakes; three tiger-headed boys lay dead,
their
brains and livers spilled on the ground; the Deer-Eating Lord, though more skilled, only gained a face full of markings, a testament to the mercy of Yan Nantian's rusty sword; the White Mountain Lord was missing a piece of his buttocks; the Snow-Treading Lord fared even worse, losing his nose and both ears, his face riddled with four holes, including his mouth
.

This group of ruthless killers, who had killed like flies, were now stunned into silence. Someone shouted "
Run! " and they fled like condemned prisoners granted amnesty, abandoning their entourage piled high with corpses,
disappearing completely in an instant.

Zhang Sanniang put away her soft whip, walked up to Yan Nantian, and gracefully curtsied, saying, "Thank you for
saving me, Hero Yan! I've been looking for you for many days."

Yan Nantian returned the greeting and asked, "Where do you come from, young lady? What brings you here?"

Zhang Sanniang's quick tongue burst forth like a river bursting its banks, recounting her name, sect, and the whole story of her
arrival .

Yan Nantian, driven by his innate hatred of evil, was already filled with righteous indignation before Zhang Sanniang could finish speaking. Then, after a moment's thought,
he tried his best to remain calm and composed: "Are you so sure, young lady, that I, Yan, will meddle in this matter?"

Zhang Sanniang's expression hardened: "An enemy of the martial arts world, an outrage of the entire nation. If Yan Nantian ignores this, can he still be
considered a peerless hero?"

Yan Nantian's heart warmed, and he laughed heartily: "Young lady is right! To be honest,
I've heard about the Jade Spring Manor incident and was just about to go and see for myself. I've been staying here only to wait for a few brothers. Come on, let's find
a place to fill our stomachs first; we need to eat our fill to have the energy to continue our journey."

Night began to fall again. In a roadside tavern, drinking large bowls of wine and eating large chunks of meat,
Yan Nantian was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Zhang Sanniang, also eating meat and drinking wine in large bowls, appeared even more spirited and courageous, her
movements agile and lively, radiating a captivating brilliance. The wine made her face flushed, as vibrant as
the stamen of a rose. Her eyes, filled with complex emotions, lingered on Yan Nantian for a long time.

Before this, she had never experienced, or even thought about, "love." Of all the men in the world, she had only
loved one: her own father. She disdained to even glance at any other man. But what was wrong with her
tonight ? The scent of Yan Nantian's sweat made her feel somewhat lightheaded. She felt an overwhelming
urge to look at him, to love looking at him, and to keep looking at him forever.

Yan Nantian, feeling uncomfortable under her burning gaze, suddenly asked, "Miss, is there
something you wish to say to me?"

Zhang Sanniang blushed, but fortunately, her face was already flushed from drinking, and the darkness
made it difficult for others to notice. Following the conversation casually, she said, "I've long heard that Master Yan's sword is the number one divine sword in the world,
and having witnessed it today, I can confirm its reputation. I've also heard that Master Yan has several sworn brothers, each with their own unique skill. I wonder
if there's a chance to see them?"

Yan Nantian, with a pure heart and a hint of alcohol, smiled knowingly and said, "I wouldn't dare let you
see my brothers." He paused, then continued, "If a young lady stares at someone like that, how could they
stand it ! Look, Yu Lang Jiang Feng is the most handsome man in the world, and he's used to being stared at by girls, so it shouldn't be a problem
.

But if it's Master Nantian, Lu Zhongyuan, then it'll be troublesome. He's the most valiant man in the world. If a young lady
stares at him like that, he'll definitely think you've fallen for him and insist that you become his wife. How will that end?"
Zhang

Sanniang was both ashamed and angry, wishing she could slap Yan Nantian a few times. But then she remembered his
pure and honest heart, and although he was joking, there was no malice in his words. So her anger
turned into nameless resentment; her red lips parted several times, but no words came out.

After a while, Zhang Sanniang got up and went outside to relieve herself. Yan Nantian had just taken a few sips of wine when he suddenly heard
a scream outside. He leaped out of the house in a flash, scanning his surroundings, but couldn't
find Zhang Sanniang.

Yan Nantian quickly climbed a large tree nearby, standing on its branches, and looked around: in the moonlight,
a dark shadow flickered in the distance—a person carrying Zhang Sanniang on their shoulder, striding away. Clearly, Zhang Sanniang had
been kidnapped . Yan Nantian let out a clear cry, like a roc spreading its wings, and shot towards the shadow!

The night was pitch black. Yan Nantian used his superb lightness skill to fly among the rocks and trees, no longer relying on
sight , but on his hearing to chase. From the surrounding silence, he heard
the cat-like footsteps of the fleeing man, almost touching the ground, and Zhang Sanniang's weak breathing... He quickly used his lightness skill,
leaping more than ten times, flying through a gap in a grove of trees, and finally caught up with the kidnapper.

He saw that the man was dressed in black robes and wore a mask, only his two eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, were visible.

That man was none other than the Bloodless Dragon Demon. He carried Zhang Sanniang, using his superb lightness skill to move like the wind. Just as he was leaping high and low
, he suddenly heard a sound like an arrow tearing through the air behind him. He turned around abruptly in flight and was shocked:
Yan Nantian was chasing after him like a tail!

The Bloodless Dragon Demon suddenly let out a long roar like a dragon's roar—this was a signal!

Suddenly, Yan Nantian felt thousands of black dots rushing towards him. Without a second thought, he swiftly reached out with his iron palms to grab
the hidden weapon . His iron palms could crush pebbles into powder, but
the weapon he held was soft and fleshy, oozing a foul-smelling liquid and emitting a strange cry before he could even exert any force.

Looking closer in the moonlight, he shuddered, goosebumps rising all over his body. What he had grasped wasn't a hidden weapon at all
, but two squashed rats!

Nothing in the world could frighten him, except rats; he felt a mixture of fear and
respect, for his zodiac sign was the rat. In other words, only two creatures in the world gave him a headache:
women and rats. And now, he found himself surrounded by rats.

Countless
rats seemingly fearless, darting and surging, layer upon layer, circling Yan Nantian in a chaotic frenzy. If he dared to
take a single step forward, they would charge and bite relentlessly, devouring Yan Nantian completely.

A burst of maniacal laughter echoed from the darkness: "Yan Nantian, your life is in my hands!
Surrender , or else... ha..." The laughter emanated from a towering ancient tree ahead, clearly indicating that this
army of thousands of cat-sized rats was under the command of that person.

Wei Wuyuan? Yan Nantian smiled coldly and remained silent.

Sometime later, the last gust of wind quietly ceased, and apart from the strange sounds of the rats, the forest
was utterly silent. However, within the silence, a peculiar sound grew louder and louder, even drowning out the rats'
strange cries. It emanated from Yan Nantian. The renowned swordsman's blood surged, his inner energy surging,
and his internal force created a whirlwind, whooshing and roaring like a sudden storm.

Wei Wuya sensed Yan Nantian's overwhelming and powerful aura surging towards him, and hastily
issued to attack. In an instant, the rats in the trees cascaded down like a waterfall, swarming towards Yan Nantian;
the rats on the ground seemed to sprout wings, flying towards him in droves, layer upon layer… but they all became dead
rats . Yan Nantian was like a blazing fire, and the rats were like moths drawn to it; faced with his incredibly powerful protective aura,
no matter how many rats they encountered, they were doomed. Instantly, the rat army was utterly defeated, scattering in all directions.

Yan Nantian, as swift as a bullet, leaped through the treetops, aiming for Wei Wuya. However, Wei Wuya had already fled desperately in
the opposite direction from the Bloodless Dragon Demon, disappearing into the darkness. Yan Nantian pricked up his ears, listening intently. He heard where Wei Wuya had
fled to , but he couldn't pursue him, because he also heard the Bloodless Dragon Demon's sinister laughter; he had to save Zhang Sanniang.

The night was deep and the mist was thick. In a clearing in the mountains, the Bloodless Dragon Demon put down Zhang San Niang. He
pinched her delicate face and said with a lewd grin, "You bait have finally lured me into a big fish. It's a pity
I haven't even had a chance to enjoy you before I have to send you to your death. It's truly heartbreaking!"

With that, he raised a deadly palm, about to strike. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the sky: "You scoundrel
, stop your violence! Yan Nantian is here!"

Like a black lightning bolt, Yan Nantian flew through the clouds and mist, his rusty sword aimed straight for the Bloodless Dragon Demon's throat
, forcing him to leap backward.

The Bloodless Dragon Demon was furious. He had intended to kill Zhang San Niang and frame someone else to provoke Yan Nantian, so
he could sit back and watch the two fight, reaping the benefits. But he hadn't expected Yan Nantian to break through Wei Wuya's blockade so quickly
, ruining his plan. Filled with rage, he drew his invincible
weapon . In the moonlight, it gleamed like a golden dragon, baring its fangs and roaring.

"Nine-Appearance Divine Dragon, even ghosts tremble!" Yan Nantian was slightly startled. He had long heard of this unparalleled treasure, but
he never expected it to be in the enemy's hands. If he allowed his opponent to strike first, victory would be uncertain.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Nantian's rusty sword gleamed, spinning as he unleashed two extremely powerful and fierce moves simultaneously:
Stars Surrounding the Moon and Flowing Clouds Piercing the Sun. One sword multiplied into ten, ten into a hundred, a flash of cold light as if a thousand sharp swords were simultaneously
piercing his opponent. Then, his palms transformed into swords, palms and swords joined together, forming the blade; his body soared, following closely behind the blade, forming
the sword body; his legs channeled power, moving with complete freedom, forming the hilt. As the saying goes, "One sword transforms into a hundred swords" is the supreme
swordsmanship, and "becoming a sword with one's own body" is the ultimate realm a swordsman can reach. These two moves allow no chance of luck; there are only two outcomes
: either you die and I am wounded, or we perish together!

Seeing that Yan Nantian was willing to die with him, the Bloodless Dragon Demon was terrified. He darted
behind a huge rock.

With a deafening roar, his rusty sword pierced the rock, splitting it in two. Yan Nantian, having transformed himself into
a sword, followed with another earth-shattering explosion, shattering the huge rock into pieces. Immediately, the entire forest fell
silent… The Bloodless Dragon Demon had vanished. Just as Yan Nantian was about to give chase, he suddenly heard Zhang Sanniang's agonizing groans nearby
. He rushed back like a whirlwind, realizing he hadn't yet released her sealed acupoints.

Sure enough, in the place where a brutal battle had just taken place, lay Zhang Sanniang, whom the Bloodless Dragon Demon hadn't been able to take
.

Her incredibly beautiful face was contorted in pain and drenched in sweat. A
long, thick, rustling green vine was tightly wrapped around her thigh, one end of which seemed to have pierced
the delicate skin beneath her skirt.

What kind of hidden weapon was this? Yan Nantian didn't hesitate. He swiftly swung his rusty sword, and in a flash, the vine was cut into
several pieces. Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't a vine at all, but a venomous snake with a triangular head, commonly known as
the "Five-Step Killer," which would kill anyone bitten within five steps.

In a moment of urgency, Yan Nantian crouched down, half-crouching, half-kneeling, and grabbed Zhang Sanniang's long, slender thigh. With
a tearing sound, he had already ripped open her undergarments.

Ah, skin! The woman's skin was as white as spring snow, as soft as solidified cream. However, at
the base of this snow-white, creamy jade-like leg, there was a patch that had turned bluish-purple and black, right against the edge of the desolate, grassy thicket .

This was the first time Yan Nantian had seen a woman's body, and his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. He calmed himself
for a moment, then bent down and sucked hard on the
snakebite
at the base of her jade-like leg. He felt the soft, warm texture of the woman's skin, and his nose even touched Zhang Sanniang's fine pubic hair, but he remained unmoved. He simply sucked out the venom from the wound, not spitting it out, but swallowing it. There was not a trace of evil in his actions or even his eyes.

Zhang Sanniang looked at Yan Nantian gratefully. Although they had only known each other for a few short hours, she was certain that she had found
the happiness of her life. Wherever she went in the future, she would never forget this person who had captivated her heart
!

Yan Nantian suddenly stood up, ran away, and returned a moment later carrying several unknown herbs. He
chewed the grass, spat it out, and applied it to Zhang Sanniang's thigh wound
. He then stood up, spread his hands, and slowly moved them over the wound, releasing a continuous flow of his own surging heat from his palms to the injury. While
treating Zhang Sanniang's wound and saving her life, he also gently released the acupoints that had been sealed.

A moment later, Zhang Sanniang felt her blood flowing smoothly and comfortably throughout her body. She tried to lift her arms, feeling
an indescribable sense of well-being as she channeled her energy. A stronger tenderness surged within her, and she smiled sweetly at him.

"It seems you need to rest for a few more days. Come, let's find an inn in Anqing City to settle down first,
and then we can discuss our revenge plan once you've recovered!" Yan Nantian carried Zhang Sanniang on his back and headed out of the mountains.
At a small inn on the outskirts of Anqing City, Yan Nantian booked two rooms, settled Zhang Sanniang down, and allowed her to
quietly recover. Under his meticulous care, Zhang Sanniang's injuries gradually improved, and it seemed that in a few days they could
set off to find his two sworn brothers.

That day, Yan Nantian was in a good mood. He went to the "Drunken Fragrance Pavilion" in the city, ordered some dishes and several jugs of good wine
, and drank until he was quite drunk. He didn't return to the inn until dark, stumbling back .

On the way, he passed through a small alley. Because of a recent downpour, the alley was wet and deserted,
appearing even more secluded and eerie under the pale starry night sky.

Yan Nantian entered the alley, guided by the dim "breathless" lamp at the entrance. A gust of cold wind blew, and he
let out a burp, splashing water high as he stepped into the puddles.

"Sir, would you like someone to serve you?" a timid female voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Yan Nantian was startled and abruptly stopped. To the left of the floodwater, a wall extending outwards
blocked the dimly lit lamp, creating a dark, abyss-like corner. The woman's voice
came from there.

"Splash—splash—," a splashing sound followed, and a small, dark figure emerged from the darkness, gradually
becoming clearer. She looked as if she had just returned from a bath; her clothes were soaked and clung to her body; her long hair was matted and covered
her head and shoulders, obscuring her face, only water droplets dripping from the ends, like a drowned ghost.

"Sir, would you like someone to serve you?" The voice was still timid. Then, the woman tossed her long hair, splashing
tiny droplets water onto his face. She grabbed his hand, her body trembling violently, her head
tilted back, staring at his face, murmuring a plea: "Sir, please take me, I've waited here
all night…"

Ah! A prostitute! Yan Nantian's mind cleared a little, but a pang of pain shot through his heart: judging from the development of her
breasts , she was still a young girl! "How old are you?" he asked.

The girl didn't answer directly, releasing his hand, lowering her head, and said, "I only charge one tael of silver."

Yan Nantian was always very reserved when dealing with women, let alone patronizing prostitutes. He shook his head and
turned to leave. The girl followed behind him, pleading, "Sir, have pity on me! If I don't get any customers tonight
, I'll die."

Die! Yan Nantian suddenly stopped. A minor working as a prostitute was absurd enough, but to die if she didn't get any customers
—wasn't that even more bizarre? "Are you being forced?" he asked angrily. "Come on, let's find a
secluded place."

The girl, assuming he was willing to pay for her services, said, "It would be safer to go to your lodgings, sir." After a slight pause,
she added, "Or, is there an uninhabited building over there? Shall I take you there?"

The two of them arrived at a small building with a wooden sign that read "Dangerous Building, Awaiting Demolition," and
climbed the stairs. The stairs were wooden, and the tenons in the beams were loose, creaking loudly with every step. The upstairs room was empty,
devoid of anything.

The girl removed her clothes, lying naked on her back in the corner.

He was very close to her, their breaths mingling, and he could see that her eyes were filled with glistening tears. He
pulled her clothes over her body, almost commanding, "Put your clothes on and sit up to talk!"

The girl opened her eyes wide in surprise, threw off her clothes, and straightened her curled-up body again, saying, "No,
sir , without money, I can't go back and explain."

Yan Nantian said, "I will give you the money, but you must answer. Why are you working as
a prostitute at such a young age? What is your name?"

The girl cried, crying very sadly. She finished dressing, wiped away her tears, and said, "My name is Xiaohong.

I'm fourteen years old."

Yan Nantian asked, "Where do you live?"

Xiaohong said, "I have no home anymore..." She started crying again, sobbing, "A month or so ago
, a flash flood hit the countryside. My parents and house were all washed away. I was all alone, so I had to come to the county town to stay with a distant
uncle. But suddenly, his place turned into a brothel called 'Hidden Spring Pavilion.' When I inquired, I found out that my uncle had
moved away and sold the house to a boss surnamed Xiao."

Yan Nantian said, "Then you should go back to your hometown."

Xiaohong said: "I was planning to go back, but I ran into Boss Xiao. She was all smiles, asking all sorts of questions, and even
brought me food."

Yan Nantian said, "You must have been tricked."

Xiao Hong said, "Sir, you guessed right. There was a sleeping potion in the food. Later, I became unconscious, and Boss Xiao
called over a man whose face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he..." Her voice trailed off, slowly turning into
sobs. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "I hate that woman surnamed Xiao to death!"

She would never forget that day. When she woke up from her unconsciousness, she found herself naked...
Lying on the large bed in a luxurious room of the Hidden Spring Pavilion, beside her was a man with a deathly pale face. The man
was tall and thin, and his left arm was a prosthetic—an iron hand capable of killing without warning!

Seeing her awake, the man approached her with a sinister expression, chuckling lewdly, "I didn't expect you little chick to
be such a rare 'white tiger.' You didn't get to experience the ultimate pleasure while you were unconscious, so now you'll have to
come with me to the most beautiful place."

Xiao Hong dared not resist, nor was she able to resist. The man embraced her, his lips pressing against her alluring breasts,
biting down hard, leaving deep teeth marks on Xiao Hong's snow-white flesh. Both breasts were bitten open simultaneously,
causing Xiao Hong to cry out in pain.

The man then pressed down on Xiao Hong's slender body, his legs gently pushing open her tightly closed thighs,
his large, round glans already pressed against her labia. Maintaining his tight, pressing position, he reached down to
her labia, his index finger probing inside her vulva. Once his fingers were covered in her vaginal secretions, he began to
insert his thick, hard penis.

A tearing pain shot through her again; Xiaohong realized the man's penis was deep inside her uterus
, the glans rhythmically striking the uterine wall. The fleshy texture of her tight vaginal walls
automatically tightened with each thrust, intensifying the man's pleasure.

"Little girl, it seems you're ready. Then I'll plant my seed in your womb," he said,
beginning a violent piston-like motion. Xiaohong heard his words and felt the penis inside her
growing increasingly hot, knowing the man was also nearing his breaking point.
She tried with all her might to push him away, but he held her even tighter, his large glans forcing its way deeper into her uterus. A feeling of helplessness
filled her fragile heart; she knew she could not escape her fate.

The man's breathing grew increasingly rapid. In her hazy state, Xiao Hong heard him gasp, "I want
my semen to be inside you for the rest of your life." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Hong felt countless hot, thick liquids erupt wildly inside her
uterus .

With each throbbing of the man's penis, more semen was poured
into , until every inch of space was filled. Only then did the excess milky semen
slowly flow out of her vagina… Listening to Xiao Hong's account, Yan Nantian had already guessed that the perpetrators were
Xiao Mimi, known as "The Beauty Who Kills Men," and Du Sha, known as "Blood Hand," two of the "Ten Villains" of Evil Valley. It turned out that the "Ten Villains," having learned of the strange changes occurring in the Central Plains
martial arts world , decided to travel there to investigate. They arrived in Anqing, and considering that brothels were the most convenient
place to gather information, Xiao Mimi bought the Hidden Spring Pavilion.

Yan Nantian, of course, didn't know the full story, but Xiao Hong's ordeal made it impossible for him to ignore it. He pulled
Xiao Hong up and said, "Take me to the Cangchun Pavilion, and see who dares to force a woman into prostitution!"

Xiao Hong panicked and quickly said, "Sir, I dare not! If they find out, I'll be dead!"

Yan Nantian sighed inwardly, "Poor thing," and took out two silver ingots from his pocket, handing them to Xiao Hong, saying, "
In that case, you should hurry back to your hometown and not stay in the city any longer!" With that, he turned and strode away.

In front of the Cangchun Pavilion on East Street, lanterns hung high, and the sounds of music filled the air. A burly man stood at the entrance.

Seeing Yan Nantian approach, the man reached out to stop him, saying, "Buy a ticket to enter."

Yan Nantian reached into his pocket, took out a silver ingot, and stuffed it into the man's hand. "I'll help you in, sir,"

the man said, clearly overjoyed. That's how relationships are in this world: the rich are the masters,
the poor are the villains.

The shop was very small, with only a single candle burning, making it dimly lit. Looking around, he saw no tables or chairs, only
a door in the center, a curtain hanging low, from which came the soothing sound of a flute and a melodious pipe tune.

"This brothel is rather strange," Yan Nantian muttered, lifting the curtain.

Instantly, the candlelight blazed, blinding him; the music surged, vibrating his eardrums.

He squinted, scrutinizing the scene. "This arrangement is quite interesting, tables and chairs arranged in a circle, leaving
an empty space in the middle. Hmm? What are those women doing, spinning around in that space? Practicing martial arts?"

There weren't many guests, but there were also quite a few. He picked an empty table and called out, "Wine, please!"

His shout drew many eyes to him. Among the many gazes, a pair of bright, clear eyes
showed a look of surprise and confusion—these beautiful eyes were set in a face as delicate as a flower, belonging to
Xiao Mimi, one of the "Ten Villains," known for her irresistible charm.

Yan Nantian knew, of course, that the Hidden Spring Pavilion was no place of virtue, but he hadn't expected that while it
was a den of iniquity for ordinary men, it harbored hidden dangers for a chivalrous hero like himself.

Xiao Mimi stared at the mud and water stains on his body, thinking, "Yan Nantian calls himself a chivalrous hero, and today he's fallen into my
hands. I'll have to teach him a lesson, see if he'll still have the nerve to meddle in other people's business after all this time!"

She took a wine pot and cups, took a small pill from her sleeve, put it in the pot, shook it slightly, and
handed it to a girl, saying, "Take this to that guest."

The girl, carrying a wine tray, gracefully approached Yan Nantian, picked up the pot and cup, and said, "Please have some wine, sir.
"

Yan Nantian didn't even glance at it, picked up the cup, and drank it all in one gulp. At that moment, his
attention , where a stunningly beautiful woman with her hair piled high and her long dress reaching the ground stood. Her gentle smile and
elegant demeanor, coupled with the shimmering light in her phoenix eyes, captivated the onlookers at first glance.

He felt he had seen this woman somewhere before, but couldn't quite place her.

The flute music stopped, and the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) began softly. The stunning woman swayed gracefully to the rhythm of the xiao. Sometimes her skirt billowed
, sometimes her waist swayed, like a colorful butterfly dancing in the wind. A moment later, the xiao stopped abruptly, the drums sounded, and
she twirled several times, secretly loosening the ties of her skirt, letting it fall loosely over her arms, lifting her waist, and flicking it upwards, her long
skirt flying off. She was now wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length skirt, her jade-like legs crossed, her pink arms gliding through the air. In an instant, the drums stopped,
the dance ceased, eliciting cheers from all around.

The xiao music resumed, the rhythm much faster.

She became like an innocent and carefree young girl, her steps light and carefree, chasing each other among the flowers and grass. Before long, her
short-sleeved shirt and knee-length skirt were gone. Now, she wore a pink bra and tight panties, her firm breasts
, slender waist, and high hips revealing her shapely figure to the onlookers
.

Another round of cheers erupted, longer and more enthusiastic than before.

The flute music suddenly rose, rapid and leaping, as if to drag people into a frenzied state. At this moment, the stunningly beautiful
woman swayed and twisted vigorously to the rhythm. After a series of large-scale grabbing and kicking movements, her body suddenly spun upwards,
suspended in mid-air, having untied her pink bra. Now, apart from the narrow underpants covering her vital
parts, she was completely naked.

Cheers rose in waves.

"Tu Jiaojiao!" Yan Nantian suddenly remembered the stunningly beautiful woman's name. But it was too late. Just
then , the sleeping potion that Xiao Mimi had put in the pot took effect, and with a "thud," his head hit the table.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Yan Nantian woke up. Everything that came into his view consisted of two
shadows : candles, bedding, mosquito nets... "Where am I?" He struggled to sit up, still groggy, and suddenly,
a fair and voluptuous body came into his sight. It was a woman, curvaceous
and lying right beside him.

He dared not look a second time. Suddenly, a surge of heat rose in his lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout his body,
and in an instant , a flush of shame rose on his resolute face.

He hurriedly pulled the sheet over himself, covering the woman. But the blurry image of the naked woman lingered
, impossible to shake off. He bit his lip hard, drawing blood; he pinched his thigh, causing pain… but no matter
how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the overwhelming onslaught of lust. It turned out that the drug Xiao Mimi had put in the pot was her
uniquely concocted "Loss of Virginity Pill," a mixture of aphrodisiac and other effects. After taking this drug, no matter how chaste a woman
or how skilled a martial artist, they would instantly become wanton
lovers, unable to suppress the raging fire of lust. If they couldn't release their pent-up desire in time, they would ultimately die from it all.

Yan Nantian, panting heavily, got out of bed, his back to the woman. But the more he tried to restrain himself, the more his blood surged
, and his resolute face began to contort in pain.

What to do? What to do? Ah! Candlelight! Fire!

Yan Nantian gritted his teeth, extended his left wrist, and placed it on the crimson flame. Instantly, his skin charred and flesh torn, and
a stench filled the air.

The excruciating pain temporarily subsided his surging lust. Yan Nantian knew that if he didn't act quickly, his lifelong
reputation would be ruined here. He mustered his last bit of inner strength, roared "Get out of the way
! ", and his massive body

crashed through the door, landing in the corridor of the Hidden Spring Pavilion. Then, he leaped onto the roof and, like a bolt of lightning, sped across the
quiet night sky towards the small inn where he had found refuge.
When Yan Nantian returned to the inn, Zhang Sanniang, whose injuries were just beginning to heal, was taking a bath in her room. She removed her clothes and
slowly sat down in the bathtub strewn with flower petals. She coiled her long, loose hair on her head, securing it to prevent it from getting wet,
thus revealing her smooth, white neck. She gently massaged her high, firm breasts, feeling
the delicate elasticity of her skin.

Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but sigh, then moved her hand down to her legs. Her legs were
long and straight. She extended one jade-like leg out of the water, admiring it closely. Only a young girl could possess such jade-like
legs, such full, firm breasts; how they longed for a pair of strong yet tender hands to caress them—a
man 's hands!

The image of Yan Nantian's rugged, imposing figure flashed through Zhang Sanniang's mind. From the first day she met
him . She had even fantasized about traveling the martial world with him, experiencing the joys and sorrows
of life together. But she also knew that Yan Nantian, a great hero, did not belong to her alone; she could not let her romantic feelings
bind the hands and feet of this peerless hero.

Just then, the door to Yan Nantian's room next door creaked open, followed by heavy
footsteps. Zhang Sanniang felt something was off: Yan Nantian's martial arts were superb; his gait shouldn't be so heavy! She
quickly grabbed a towel, carefully dried her slender body, dressed, and went next door.

Pushing open Yan Nantian's door, Zhang Sanniang was greatly surprised. Yan Nantian was lying on the bed, his face
flushed , his eyes gleaming with a crazed light, emitting wild, beast-like howls, his hands
flailing wildly like an ape, and his manhood seemed swollen and erect, bulging against his pants, looking as if it wanted to
devour someone.

Zhang Sanniang rushed forward, helping Yan Nantian up, and anxiously asked, "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Nantian struggled to sit up, recognizing Zhang Sanniang's beautiful yet anxious face. In an instant,
he recalled their chance encounter by the Yangtze River, their drinking and laughing in the tavern, and their desperate drug use in the dark. Closing his eyes, her
slender body exuding the fragrance of virginity, her snow-white and delicate skin, even the sparse, soft
pubic hair at the base of her thighs, flashed through his mind, like a series of images, continuous,
rapidly jumping and spinning... Yan Nantian felt an urge to pounce on her and possess her, but a last
shred of reason pulled him back from the brink. His eyes widened, and he shoved Zhang Sanniang away, shouting frantically
, "Get away from me! I'm under the influence of aphrodisiacs, I can't hold back anymore, I'll ruin you..."

Zhang Sanniang understood everything. Back when she was learning her skills from her master, she had already learned about the dangers of aphrodisiacs and
knew that if a man was poisoned by them, the only antidote was to immediately have intercourse with a woman; otherwise, he might
be crippled or even die from the burning desire.

At this moment, looking at Yan Nantian's pained expression as he struggled to endure it, tears welled in Zhang Sanniang's eyes. She knew she
had to do something. She hugged Yan Nantian again, whispering, "Brother Yan, stop torturing yourself
. Just take me! You know, from the first day we met, I've been deeply in love with you.
Brother , please give me a chance!"

"No, no," Yan Nantian resisted, "It can't be like this..."

"Brother Yan, I know I'm ugly," Zhang Sanniang finally revealed the secret that had been weighing on her mind for the past few days
, "I can't win your heart. But I'm so foolish, knowing you don't like me, I still wait so bitterly, but
how long will this wait last... Brother Yan, the situation is urgent, we can't delay any longer, just let me
be your woman and bear you a son!"

As Zhang Sanniang spoke, she began to take off her clothes. In the dim lamplight, one could see her crescent-shaped
eyebrows, two rows of thick eyelashes, a delicate and high nose, and rosy, exquisite lips. Her originally fair
face blush. Her jade-like arms and hands were as smooth and delicate as clouds, her skin radiant and supple, as if touched by a breath.
Break! At that moment, she removed her innermost red undergarment, standing naked before the bed.

Yan Nantian saw Zhang Sanniang's evenly white skin, like solidified cream; her breasts high and firm, topped with alluring
pink nipples; her smooth abdomen; her long, slender, white legs; thick, soft pubic hair
barely concealing her slightly parted petals; at the base of her thighs, a softly raised triangle covered in pubic hair, beneath which, like her nipples,
her clitoris, slightly pink, remained tightly closed.

The lewd scene before him ignited the lust that Yan Nantian had been desperately suppressing. He wanted to make
one last stand, but Zhang Sanniang walked towards him step by step. She gently embraced him, undressing him piece by piece
. Yan Nantian's chest felt like it was being branded with iron; he struggled in vain.

Zhang Sanniang's anger flared, and she scolded, "You're weak! You're incompetent! You can't even touch a woman,
I really doubt if you're even a man!"

Provoked by her words, Yan Nantian's expression turned indignant.
When his first instinct is rage, because it concerns his dignity and honor as a man, and no one
is exempt. He pulled Zhang Sanniang into his arms, his large hands climbing her two prominent breasts, forcefully plucking
the crimson fruit from their peaks.

At the same time, his clothes were completely removed by Zhang Sanniang, revealing a strong and muscular male body under
the light. His muscles were clearly defined, like steel, his well-developed pectoral muscles
rolling from side to side like two large iron balls with the movement of his arms; his abdominal muscles were three-packed, each with distinct angles, glistening with oil. Below her lower abdomen
, between her legs, the thick, long, and robust penis stood erect amidst a thick patch of glossy black pubic hair
. Protruding veins covered its shaft, and the dense, bristly barbs stood erect
, gleaming dark purple, resembling a precious tiger's penis.

Zhang San Niang's soft hands grasped the penis, guiding it towards her honeyed orifice.
Yan Nantian, roughly reached out and forcefully pulled her two shapely, long legs up from below, wrapping them around
his waist. He thrust his hips back and then violently forward, his hard, thick penis plunging deep into Zhang
San Niang's paradise, a place capable of driving any man mad.

"Ah..." Zhang San Niang's brows furrowed slightly, her teeth clenched, enduring the pain of her first time being deflowered. Yan Nantian
felt the tip of his glans encounter a thin membrane of flesh, and then, as if breaking through a sealed jade gate, with
a "whoosh!" sound, his thick penis, gripped by layers of tender flesh and the slippery vaginal walls, plunged all the way in
, directly into the depths of Zhang Sanniang's uterus, and began to thrust wildly.

The walls of Zhang Sanniang's uterus contracted sharply, like a baby's mouth, incessantly sucking on
Yan Nantian's swollen glans. At the same time, the tender flesh of the uterine cavity tightly gripped the ridges of the glans,
like a suction cup, sealing their genitals together intimately, so that the urethral opening on the glans and the tender
clitoris deep within the uterus rubbed and clung tightly together.

A warm and pleasurable sensation further fueled Yan Nantian's lust. Driven by that impulse, he
thrust and pounded relentlessly, one hand gripping Zhang Sanniang's slender waist as if afraid it would snap; the other roughly kneading her
round, fiery breasts, digging his five fingers into the smooth, tender flesh.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanniang jolted violently, her whole body convulsing and trembling. Her two shapely, shapely legs, like
octopuses , tightly wrapped around Yan Nantian's waist, and the mound of flesh between her legs bulged even more prominently, like a
greedy clam that had swallowed a banana larger than its stomach could hold, almost bursting its belly!

After all, she was a female warrior who had practiced martial arts since childhood, and the force of Zhang Sanniang's legs clamping together made Yan Nantian's strong
waist ache slightly. He felt a thick, hot stream of virgin essence suddenly gushing from her core
, making his glans feel incredibly pleasurable. He began to thrust even more fiercely, wildly, and savagely, each time hitting
the very core of her being.

After a series of wild thrusts, collisions, ramming, pushing, inserting, withdrawing, and pumping, Yan Nantian's body suddenly
stiffened . A burst of heat erupted from two inches below his dantian, and a stream of milky-white primordial yang energy exploded into Zhang Sanniang's flower chamber like a thunderclap
, without a single drop leaking out or being wasted...

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