The Beauties of the Martial Arts World (6 chapters)

Chapter 1 The Horse-Stealing Boy

It was the height of summer, the sky was cloudless, the sun hung high, and the weather was unbearably hot.

Lan Mie, under the scorching sun, walked alone... (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.) Two
hours later, a few dusty men rode up to a small teahouse by the main road. The sharp-eyed waiter, beaming, greeted them: "Hey! Gentlemen, slow down! It's so hot, would you like some cool tea? My stall may be small, but we have plenty of good tea, all freshly picked and processed..."

The men were all burly and covered in dust, carrying weapons; they were clearly not to be trifled with.

Ignoring the waiter's flattery, they nimbly dismounted, casually tied the reins to the saddles, and let the horses graze on the grass beside the teahouse.

Several men strode into the teahouse, took their seats, and then called out, "Waiter, hurry up and bring us some tea. Freshness doesn't matter, just make sure it quenches our thirst."

The waiter, who had just been met with a cold shoulder, was adept at reading people and didn't mind. He immediately greeted them with a beaming smile, carrying a large teapot half his height in one hand and a tea tray in the other, and hurried towards them.

The waiter wasn't exaggerating; the area was famous for its tea, truly a top-quality thirst quencher. The men gulped down their large bowls of tea, then put them down, smacking their lips with satisfaction.

One of the men, with a full beard, wiped a few drops of tea from his stubble and laughed loudly, "You weren't exaggerating, waiter! The tea is indeed excellent. Here, this is a reward for you." With that, he pulled a small piece of silver from his pouch and tossed it aside. A shard of silver flew through the air, landing steadily on the table in front of the waiter who was wiping it down.

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the silver, beaming, "Oh! Thank you for your generosity, sir! Would you gentlemen like some tea and snacks? My wife made them herself; they're a bit rough, but the taste is good. They're made with fresh locust blossoms and refined flour that's been fermenting for a day and a night."

The bearded man casually replied, "Sure, I'm a little hungry."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on a young man who had just sat down at the table. This man was no more than sixteen years old, thin, and although his face was somewhat handsome, he didn't leave a deep impression. But the young man had a strange, long, stick-like object slung across his back, the entire stick wrapped in coarse cloth, making it impossible to tell what it was. But based on the bearded man's experience, this object must be a rare weapon.

The young man seemed to sense the burly man's gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked up at him.

The burly man was startled. The young man, who had been looking down, was now staring directly at him. The burly man felt as if he'd been stabbed by a sharp sword; the tangible sensation made him break out in a cold sweat, and he instinctively looked away.

In that moment of surprise, the stabbing sensation vanished inexplicably. Looking at the young man again, though the man was still smiling faintly, the previous feeling was gone; he now just saw an ordinary young man.

The burly man knew the young man was no ordinary person, and out of politeness, he returned a wooden smile. The waiter was pouring tea for the young man, his body blocking the view, so the burly man looked away.

A short while later, the waiter returned to the counter to prepare tea and snacks. The young man had already looked away, his head down as he slowly gulped down the cold tea in his bowl.

After the waiter brought the tea and snacks, the men began to chat casually.

A man with a black mole on his left cheek asked, "Brother, will we arrive at the Number One Manor by evening? We've been traveling for days, and we're quite tired."

The bearded man tossed a pastry into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and said, "No need for evening, we'll arrive this afternoon."

Another man clapped his hands and said, "The day after tomorrow is the wedding day of the Number One Beauty in the World. Aren't we a little too early?"

The man with the mole had just swallowed a pastry when he heard this and said, "Early what? I heard that the owner of the Number One Manor, Zhu Wenxing, has the virtue of Lord Mengchang. He'll definitely treat us brothers well. Tsk tsk, maybe we'll even have the chance to see just how beautiful the Number One Beauty in the World really is!"

Another man with a simple-minded appearance stammered while chewing a pastry, "This day..." "The most beautiful woman in the world is indeed as beautiful as a fairy, but I think the most charming is the wife of the number one manor lord. She was once the enchanting Phoenix Heavenly Maiden... Hehe... And it's rumored that this great beauty is unfaithful..."

The bearded man glared with his leopard eyes and shouted, "What are you yelling about? What are you yelling about? How dare you say such things?"

The man with the mole seized the opportunity to glare at the man and chimed in, "You brat, you just talk nonsense. Don't you know that Manor Lord Zhu is my elder brother's savior? The Phoenix Heavenly Maiden is the eldest daughter of the number one family in the martial arts world. There are plenty of jealous people, and how many people would talk nonsense and slander her? Do you want to be like those petty people? You should know that the Phoenix Heavenly Maiden is like a fairy in my dreams. A myth? Do you know what a myth is?"

"Oh! I... I was just saying, there's no wind... so I won't..." The bearded man glared again, and the foolish man finally realized his mistake and stopped talking, lowering his head to chew on the pastry in his mouth.

The burly, bearded man fell silent, lowering his head and sighing softly. A deep sense of bewilderment and nostalgia filled his eyes, as if he were lost in profound thought.

Suddenly, the man with the mole slammed his hand on the table, pointed outside the shed, and seemed to choke on his snack. He scratched his neck with his other hand, shouting, his face flushed and neck thick, "B-Brother, that kid... stole... stole... the horse..."

The men looked over and saw a thin figure now seated on the jet-black horse that had been leisurely strolling outside.

The burly, bearded man seemed to understand, looking towards the tea table where the young man who had been drinking tea had been sitting. Sure enough, he was gone.

Just then, the man on horseback laughed loudly, "The burly, bearded gentleman of Hengshan is indeed generous and magnanimous. I'll borrow your precious horse for a while..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man spurred the horse, and it galloped away like smoke.

The men, in a panic, were about to get up and chase after it.

The bearded man remained seated, raising his hand and saying, "Forget it, it's too late to chase. You all know how fast Qingchen is."

The others stared blankly at their leader. The man with the mole swallowed his pastry and said angrily, "Brother's Qingchen is one in a million, no horse can catch up with it... Sigh... I didn't notice earlier, turns out this kid is a horse thief."

Helpless, the others sat back down, each with a sullen face and remaining silent.

The bearded man remained unfazed, took the last sip of his cold tea, and stood up, saying, "Alright, you fool, you talked nonsense earlier. You're punished by walking with us. Let's go, on our way." As

he spoke, the bearded man walked towards the exit of the shed, muttering, "Horse thief... horse thief... what a clever horse thief..."

The remaining men all got up and followed the bearded man out, leaving only the foolish man clamoring, "B-Brother... walking is so tiring... Brother!"

The man with the mole turned and grinned, "You silly fool, you dared to talk nonsense about my ideal fairy. You'll be tired now. Haha."

Several men stepped out of the shed, mounted their horses, and rode away with shouts of "Giddy up! Giddy up!"

Chapter Two: Reunion of Old Friends

This No. 1 Manor under Heaven was renowned throughout the land. Its lord, Zhu Wenxing, was only forty years old and was known in the martial arts world for his courtesy and hospitality, earning him the nickname "The Mightier Mengchang" (a legendary figure known for his generosity). His martial arts skills were said to be mediocre. His ancestors were incredibly wealthy, said to be the richest in the land. Moreover, Zhu Wenxing was highly regarded by the imperial court, and at the age of thirty, he was bestowed the title of "Xiaoyao Marquis" (a

high-ranking official title) by the current emperor. It should be noted that in this peaceful world, probably only one family had received such an honor. Furthermore, Zhu Wenxing had a deep friendship with the most powerful first-class prince in the current court, "Prince Mu," and the two frequently visited each other. Prince Mu had rendered meritorious service to the emperor in quelling a rebellion, having once shielded the emperor from a deadly arrow. After the rebellion was quelled, he was highly valued by the emperor and was now second only to the emperor.

But this isn't the most famous thing about the Number One Manor under Heaven. Its most famous achievement is producing two generations of the most beautiful women in the world. The manor lord's wife, Lan Mijing, was once known as the enchanting Phoenix Fairy, captivating the world and bewitching countless martial arts heroes, powerful officials, and nobles. The Phoenix Fairy married Zhu Wenxing at the age of sixteen, and a year later gave birth to Zhu Lin, the most beautiful woman under heaven.

It is said that Zhu Lin possessed a beauty that could rival even her mother's, surpassing even the most beautiful woman in beauty. Every young hero who saw her was utterly captivated.

Unfortunately, fate was cruel; Zhu Lin suffered from a rare illness from childhood, and if not treated properly, she might not even live to twenty. As the saying goes, gossip is a fearsome thing, and thus, even now, at the age of nineteen, no one has come to propose marriage. Rumors circulated that when Zhu Lin was sixteen, a renowned patriarch of a powerful martial arts family visited her to discuss marriage with Zhu Wenxing on behalf of his son. Unfortunately, the man left in a cold sweat after less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Even more bizarrely, when the patriarch returned home and his son inquired about the outcome, the patriarch turned pale and berated his son, saying, "Never mention this again! I don't want a wedding followed by a funeral!"

The rumors surrounding Zhu Lin were increasingly outlandish, to the point that many in the martial arts world had almost given up on

this stunning beauty. However, unexpectedly, a month ago, the "Number One Manor Under Heaven" suddenly sent out wedding invitations for the grand wedding of its daughter at the beginning of next month. This explosive news caused a stir in the martial arts world. Had the most beautiful woman's terminal illness been cured? Or was some devoted lover truly willing to marry this seemingly hopeless beauty?

In an instant, various speculations and rumors filled the martial arts world with excitement.

Time flew by amidst the rumors, and the day after tomorrow was Zhu Lin's wedding day. Zhu Wenxing already welcomed heroes from all over the land, and with so many people joining in the festivities, the First Manor Under Heaven was bustling with activity, its gates thronged and carriages flowing endlessly.

Built against the mountainside, the First Manor Under Heaven covered a hundred acres, its courtyards and pavilions winding and staggered, complete with artificial hills, lakes, and bridges—all the artificial luxuries one could desire. It was truly magnificent and opulent, personally selected and designed by Fang Tianya, the imperial court's master architect known for his genius.

At this moment, the two vermilion gates of the First Manor Under Heaven, each six zhang high, were wide open. Above the gates hung a pair of enormous red lanterns, each requiring two people to encircle, embroidered with gilded "

double happiness" characters as tall as a person. Before the two gilded red couplets stood eight pairs of welcoming boys and girls; the boys wore gold-trimmed red suits, and the girls were dressed in pink Western-style clothing popular among the elite and wealthy families of the time.

These Western Region garments, originating from the Western Regions, flowed into our dynasty and quickly became popular throughout the land, especially favored by wealthy and noblewomen. Most of these garments were skirts, but unlike our own, they exposed the arms and legs, paired with various colorful, sheer stockings, and even exquisitely beautiful shoes called "high heels."

The current emperor is enlightened, and these garments initially drew criticism from some conservatives. The emperor, leading by example, ordered all women in the palace to wear these garments. After several months, finding them comfortable to wear and aesthetically pleasing, even the most conservatives eventually acknowledged their exquisite quality.

However, these garments were incredibly expensive, unaffordable for ordinary people; what circulated in the market were mostly imitations from humble workshops. But this "Number One Manor Under Heaven" truly lived up to its reputation. The eight young girls greeting guests at the entrance were all dressed by renowned artists, their clothes perfectly tailored, revealing what should be revealed and highlighting what shouldn't be. Coupled with these beautiful, curvaceous girls, and the exquisite silk stockings and delicate black high heels only found in the imperial palace, the sight was truly dazzling and breathtaking.

In the late afternoon, a group of fast riders headed straight for the "Number One Manor Under Heaven. "

Soon, the riders had to slowly follow behind a line of luxurious carriages and fine horses. There was no way they could go fast; those ahead were people coming to offer congratulations and gifts to the manor.

This group of riders was none other than "The Bearded Stranger of Hengshan" and his companions. These men were seasoned veterans of the martial world, usually paying little attention to their attire. Compared to the lavishly dressed and gleaming carriages beside them, they were like fish eyes among pearls, their appearance completely overshadowed. After glancing around a few times, apart from the bearded man, the others all wore expressions of slight disappointment.

The bearded man's expression, however, was quite complex, showing a mix of excitement, anticipation, and, more than anything, bewilderment.

"Brother... Brother," the man with the mole called several times before the bearded man finally reacted and turned to look at him.

The man with the mole said nervously, "Brother, shouldn't we buy some nicer clothes? Look, everyone else... everyone else is..."

The bearded man shook his head, interrupting him, and said calmly, "I'm here to attend my old friend's daughter's wedding, not to give gifts. We... are different from these people."

The bearded man's voice was already deep and he didn't try to suppress it, so everyone around him probably heard him clearly, and their eyes turned to the group. Upon seeing their attire, they all showed disdain and contempt, some even scoffing. Especially noteworthy is the sight of a carriage curtain being lifted on the left side of the caravan, revealing a fat face that sweeps contemptuously over the passengers before sneering, "What do you think? Just a few penniless wretches, heh heh, better hope they don't get thrown out by the servants later."

His words were crystal clear; all the men on the bearded man's side heard them perfectly. Being men of spirit, the man with the mole was about to retort with a curse, but the bearded man timely raised his hand to stop him. Seeing their leader's order, the men had no choice but to swallow their anger, but their expressions grew even more unpleasant. The feeling of being unable to vent one's anger was truly unbearable.

The procession continued its slow advance. Suddenly, the fat man in the luxury carriage exclaimed with delight, "Hey! Isn't that Steward Hao? Oh my, I've been here once before, and he still remembers my carriage, coming all this way to greet me!"

After a pause, the fat man called out again, "Brother Ba, stop the carriage quickly! We can't be disrespectful; I need to get out and pay my respects to Steward Hao."

The carriage was enormous, and its sudden stop immediately disrupted the orderly, slowly advancing procession around them. The carriages and horses on the side also came to a halt, and the bearded man and his group had no choice but to rein in their horses and look ahead.

They saw a group of three people hurrying out from behind the eight pairs of young boys and girls at the entrance. The one in the lead was an elderly man in his sixties, dressed in a bright red wedding robe with gold thread and a melon-shaped hat with gold trim. Behind him were two servants dressed in red wedding attire.

The three of them headed straight for the luxury carriage, and the old man waved to them even before they reached it.

The curtain of the luxurious carriage was lifted, and an obese middle-aged man emerged from the door, struggling to climb down with the help of a servant.

The fat man, barely catching his breath, waved and greeted with a forced smile, "Steward Hao, hey, how could I let you come all this way to greet me..."

As he spoke, Steward Hao and his two companions were already almost in front of the carriage. Seeing Steward Hao and his two companions heading straight for the carriage, everyone assumed the fat man was indeed an important figure, and they readily made way for him without any further greeting.

The fat man straightened his clothes, his whole body trembling with laughter as he went to greet them.

The three stewards, including Steward Hao, walked straight towards him, their faces showing the excitement of meeting old friends.

They quickly reached him, and the fat man opened his arms wide, as if to give the old steward a warm bear hug, rattling off a string of polite words.

Steward Hao, however, gave the fat man a strange look at his enthusiasm, then quickly stepped aside, bowed, and said, "Brother Ran, the master knew you were coming today and instructed me to wait for you at Chenshi (7-9 AM)."

Everyone was astonished; the people Steward Hao was greeting were none other than those unremarkable riders. The fat man in the luxurious carriage stared dumbfounded at the bearded man driving the carriage.

The bearded man laughed heartily, dismounted, and looked at the old man, exclaiming, "Old friend, ten years...ten years to meet again...haha!"

Steward Hao, unable to hide his excitement, replied, "Yes...ten years have passed in the blink of an eye...please...Lord, it's been a long time since we met." With that, Steward Hao stepped aside, gesturing for the bearded man to follow. The bearded man casually handed the reins to a quick-witted servant behind Steward Hao, laughing as he rode alongside him. The man with the mole immediately dismounted and followed with the other riders.

Reaching the fat man in the luxurious carriage, the man with the mole winked smugly, sticking out his tongue and making a face.

The fat man looked around, his face contorted in a grimace.

Chapter Three: Celebrity

The bearded man's knights were now extremely pleased with themselves, beaming and looking around with obvious smugness throughout the short journey.

Having someone to lead the way is always a good thing. Whether or not they recognize Steward Hao and his two companions, their wedding attire alone tells them they're from the manor. And speaking of Steward Hao of the number one manor in the world, how many people along the way don't know him?

Don't let Steward Hao's advanced age fool you; he's an old servant Phoenix Heavenly Maiden brought from the Lan family. His "Boyhood Kung Fu," now at a transcendent level, is not to be trifled with. Legend has it that Phoenix Heavenly Maiden fell into a trap set by a band of thieves in Hengshan. Steward Hao single-handedly stormed Hengshan, routing the bandits. The three mountain kings couldn't even last ten rounds before being captured alive by Steward Hao.

Those unaware of the situation might think the Three Eccentrics of Hengshan were weak, but in reality, each of them possessed unique skills and was cunning by nature. The government and martial arts practitioners had repeatedly tried to subdue them, but to no avail, suffering heavy losses in the process. Several renowned martial arts heroes had been defeated at Hengshan Village. The group of bearded men followed Steward Hao smoothly and
soon entered the mansion's gate.

Inside the gate lay a completely different scene: spacious pavilions and solemn towers, all displaying the grandeur and magnificence of the "Number

One Manor Under Heaven." Moreover, its solemnity was not without its splendor; its exquisite details even gave one the feeling of a secluded paradise. These riders, accustomed to life in Hengshan, had never seen such magnificent and intricately designed architecture before. They were like country bumpkins visiting a grand garden, their eyes wide with wonder.

Following Steward Hao, they crossed a small white marble bridge, circled a ten-zhang-high artificial hill, passed through a grove of blooming flowers, and finally stopped before a majestic and exceptionally beautiful three-story wooden building. The tall wooden building's doors and windows were adorned with large red "double happiness" characters, exuding a joyous atmosphere that subtly lessened its solemnity.

The bearded man asked, "Old Hao, shouldn't we inform Wen Xing first, and then go in to pay our respects?"

Steward Hao smiled broadly, grabbed the bearded man's arm, and said, "Ten years have passed, even you're being too formal. The master doesn't know you've arrived, otherwise he would definitely go to the front gate to greet you personally. Come, let's go in quickly, the master must be inside."

As he spoke, Steward Hao pulled the bearded man towards the wide-open wedding gate, with the man with the mole and the others quickly following. Their horses had already been taken care of by servants when they entered the manor.

Before they even stepped through the wooden gate, a hearty laugh echoed from inside: "Beared man, bearded man, you've finally arrived, hahaha..."

With the laughter, a handsome, tall, fair-skinned man stepped out of the gate.

The pale-faced man strode forward, his walk powerful and vigorous. His imposing yet heroic appearance exuded a sense of both authority and approachability. In a few steps, he reached the bearded man, grasping his shoulders tightly with both hands, his bright eyes gleaming with excitement as he scrutinized him.

It was obvious that the pale-faced man was Zhu Wenxing, the lord of the Number One Manor in the World.

The man with the mole and the others were all filled with excitement. This was the lord of the Number One Manor in the World! They never imagined…

never imagined their elder brother was so influential, that Lord Zhu would value him so highly.

Suddenly, a melodious, heavenly voice rang out from behind the white-faced man, coming from inside the doorway: "Wen Xing, you've been waiting day and night, and finally, your sworn brother has arrived! Brother, you've endured a long and arduous journey, so come in and have a cup of hot tea."

Upon hearing this, the bearded man's face lit up with excitement. The

man with the mole and his companions also looked towards the door, and for a moment, they all froze, as if struck by lightning.

Standing in the doorway was a stunningly beautiful woman, her hair styled in a high bun, dressed as a

woman, and wearing an incomparably magnificent blue palace gown. While Western Region clothing was fashionable at the time, this woman's choice of palace attire was quite unexpected, yet it suited her perfectly. Her beauty was ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy from the clouds, her noble elegance reminiscent of a celestial goddess.

The beautiful woman seemed used to the amazement of strangers, and a stunning smile graced her exquisitely beautiful and noble face as she nodded to the group.

At that moment, the manor lord, Zhu Wenxing, rang out with a hearty laugh: "Yes, yes, Qiu Ran, come in and have a cup of hot tea." With that, Zhu Wenxing affectionately put his arms around Qiu Ran's shoulders, making as if to enter.

The bearded man hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu, I have another brother who's fallen behind. I'll send someone to fetch him first; he's not very bright, I'm afraid he won't be able to find his way."

Zhu Wenxing teased, "Beared man, you still care so much about brotherhood, you haven't changed at all. Old Hao, why don't you go and greet him yourself..."

Before Zhu Wenxing could finish, the bearded man said, "No need to trouble Steward Hao, he must be too busy today. Let my brother go; they know him, so it'll be easier for them to find him."

The man with the mole wasn't one to sit still; he was already captivated by the manor's splendor and wanted to explore it thoroughly. Upon hearing this, he immediately said... “Brother, judging by the numbers, Menzi shouldn’t be far off. I’ll go pick him up.”

The bearded man said, “Okay, that’s settled then. Go and come back quickly.”

Zhu Wenxing knew that the bearded man had already made up his mind, and further politeness would seem insincere, so he said, “Then I’ll trouble this brother. Old Hao brought you in just now. The servants in the manor should all recognize you. Just let me know if you need anything.”

The man with the mole happily replied, “I understand, Master Zhu. Brother, you haven’t seen each other in a long time. Have a good chat. I’m off now.”

The man with the mole said, clasped his hands in a salute, and turned to leave. Only then did the bearded man follow Zhu Wenxing into the hall.

Upon entering the hall, one was greeted by a scene of extravagance and luxury. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that all the furniture was made of extremely precious sandalwood and mahogany, and its exquisite beauty was beyond description.

Zhu Wenxing led the group to a large mahogany octagonal table in the center of the hall. She gestured for everyone to sit according to their status as host and guest, and a pretty maidservant served tea and snacks.

After taking a sip of hot tea and exchanging a few words, a maidservant in purple hurried in. The maidservant seemed to be of some status; she only gave Zhu Wenxing a curtsy before leaning down and whispering a few words to the elegant woman in palace attire.

Zhu Wenxing wasn't surprised, and said to the bearded man, "Xiang'er is Linlin's personal maid. Something must have happened to Linlin again. Please don't take offense, Bearded Man."

The bearded man stroked his short mustache and said cheerfully, "Brother Zhu, what are you saying? Since my niece is in trouble, we should deal with it quickly."

At this moment, the beautiful woman in palace attire smiled and said, "My maid is acting up again. I'll go take a look. Bearded Man, please sit and have some tea. I'll be right back."

The bearded man waved his hand and said, "Madam, please go ahead!"

The beautiful woman in palace attire then gracefully rose, bowed to everyone, and then left with her purple-clad maid.

Zhu Wenxing waved his hand, raised his teacup, and said, "Qiu Ran, brothers, come, let me offer you a cup of tea instead of wine. It's not convenient to drink alcohol today, but I'll have a proper drink with you all tonight."

Qiu Ran also raised his teacup and said, "Why are you being so polite with us brothers? Your niece's marriage is the most important thing. Come, let's all raise our cups and drink together." Everyone quickly raised their cups and drank them down.

Chapter Four: A Shocking Turn of Events

Now, let's talk about the man with the mole. He wandered around aimlessly, and before long, he had lost his way. The manor was too big; after wandering around for a long time, the man with the mole found himself going in circles.

Counting the time, nearly half an hour had passed, and the man with the mole couldn't help but feel discouraged. It was strange; in other parts of the manor, there were people everywhere, but in this place, there wasn't a single person in sight. He couldn't even ask someone for directions, and he had no idea where he was.

The man with the mole was a little tired and wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but then he remembered that he hadn't found Menzi yet. Menzi was really slow-witted and prone to making rash remarks

; he was afraid Menzi might cause trouble. Despite the man's teasing and scolding of Menzi, he actually had a deep affection for him. They had grown up together, and he only scolded Menzi because he was afraid Menzi would cause trouble.

After thinking it over, the man with the mole couldn't help but curse himself for being too playful.

Suddenly, a voice carried on the wind to the man's ears. He listened carefully and could definitely hear voices.

Overjoyed, he quickly followed the sound.

Fortunately, there was a wind, so the speaker seemed to be nearby, but the voices never disappeared. After several twists and turns, the voice gradually became clearer, but the man with the mole suddenly felt a pang of unease: he had taken too many turns along the way, and if it weren't for the voice, he would never have found this place. Moreover, this place was strange; unlike other places where flowers and trees were everywhere, this place had few plants, but plenty of embroidered pavilions and pink towers.

The man with the mole thought to himself, "This is bad. I've probably stumbled into some kind of women's quarters." It was truly inappropriate for a burly man like himself to wander into such a place; he couldn't embarrass his elder brother.

Thinking this, the man with the mole turned to leave, but suddenly a very pleasant and somewhat familiar female voice rang out: "You scoundrel, how rude!"

Hearing this voice, the man with the mole stopped in his tracks as if possessed. He had definitely heard that voice somewhere before. Could there be someone he knew in this number one manor? He was already curious, and now he felt a restless unease, like a cat scratching at his heart. Hearing the voice was not far away, he decided to go and see. Fearing his actions might be too abrupt and rash, he tiptoed towards the source of the voice.

The spot was hidden behind several flowering trees bursting with vibrant red blossoms, and the man with the mole peeked out.

What he saw immediately stunned him, cold sweat trickling down his back.

Before him lay a flat area filled with some unknown purple, fuzzy flowers, and standing gracefully was the beautiful woman in palace attire he had just seen.

But what stunned the man wasn't just seeing the woman in palace attire, but her clothing.

She had changed out of her magnificent palace robes and was now wearing a form-fitting blue Western Region garment.

He had been amazed by the attire of the pretty young girls at the gate, but compared to this woman's, the difference was stark.

The fabric draped over this beautiful woman was of unknown origin, incredibly thin and clinging to her body. The thin fabric clung tightly to her stunningly beautiful figure, a perfect balance of curves and allure, any more would feel inadequate, any less would feel revealing.

Moreover, it was more accurately described as clothing than fabric.

Overall, it appeared as if a single piece of blue cloth was wrapped around her front, with two blue ribbons extending upwards around her graceful, white neck, gently supporting her weight. Her magnificent breasts were so substantial that even without speaking, they seemed to tremble beneath the taut fabric, let alone the fact that she appeared to be completely naked underneath. Their alluring shapes were beautifully displayed on the blue cloth, even the nipples seemed almost erect.

To complement the breasts, the fabric cleverly concealed a peach-shaped hollow at the base, perfectly revealing her alluring, snow-white abdomen and her delicate, dimple-like navel. From the angle from which the beautiful woman stood, the man with the mole couldn't tell if her back was the same. But based on intuition alone, he assumed her back wasn't much of a cover-up either, because the fabric on the back seemed to be made of several ribbon-like strands running across it.

The peach-shaped fabric pointed to her beautiful, pink navel. Below the navel, the fabric appeared to be tubular, tightly encasing her long, slender legs and shapely buttocks, which were undeniably beautiful just by their appearance.

Furthermore, the fabric of her lower body was different from her upper body; the entire skirt seemed to be woven from extremely fine silk, shaped like tiny five-pointed flowers, with slightly thicker blue silk only at the center and tips of the petals, while the petals themselves were covered by a thin, semi-transparent layer. "

My God, what kind of clothing is this?" the man with the mole wondered silently to himself.

Thus, the woman's lower body was almost entirely translucent. Fortunately, a small triangular piece of fabric could be seen between the woman's hips and legs, a sight the man with the mole had never seen before, and he wondered if it was a bellyband.

The woman stood facing the wind, the breeze occasionally lifting her skirt, because her skirt wasn't completely closed; a thin slit opened from the right hip. Her straight, long, delicate legs, like jade carvings, were faintly visible.

Wait, the breeze had been a little stronger, and almost her entire beautiful right leg was now exposed. The man with the mole then noticed that the woman's leg was covered by a barely visible layer of flesh-colored stockings. He hadn't noticed it before, but now that her legs were fully exposed, he noticed something unusual in her delicate foot.

It turned out that the woman wasn't wearing the usual embroidered shoes, but a peculiar pair. The shoe was black, the same high heels worn by the welcoming girls at the entrance. However, the high heels worn by this beautiful woman did not cover her entire foot like ordinary shoes. Instead, only a thin black strap ran across the instep of her foot, another thin black strap encircled her ankle, and another thin black strap stretched down from the ankle to the heel. Moreover, the heel of this shoe was thinner and longer than the high heels worn by the welcoming maids. The thickest part of the heel was no more than the middle finger of the man with the mole, but the longest part was nearly five inches.

The man with the mole clicked his tongue in amazement. Could such delicate and exquisite shoes support the woman's pair of feet? Furthermore, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the woman's feet were covered with an extremely thin layer of flesh-colored stockings. They were so thin that they could only be made from finely processed silk that had undergone multiple layers of spinning.

The stockings were so thin they were almost imperceptible; the man with the mole only noticed them when he saw the blue nail polish on the woman's five exquisitely beautiful toes.

He had seen peach and pink before, but never this blue nail polish. Yet, that pale blue hidden beneath the thin stockings sent a chill down his spine.

Just moments before, this woman in her palace attire had exuded nobility and elegance, like a fairy descending to earth. But now, the fairy was gone, replaced by an incomparably alluring enchantress.

Moreover, the woman in palace attire had a dignified face and a radiant complexion. Now, the enchantress possessed a bewitching beauty and a captivating allure.

Such a dramatic transformation in a single moment! If it weren't for the woman's breathtaking beauty, the man with the mole would have thought they were two different people.

But he knew unequivocally that this enchantress was the goddess from before.

The goddess's face, beautiful without makeup, was now transformed into a bewitching enchantress with a few light strokes, her once exquisite features now adorned with a touch of rouge.

Chapter Five: Goddess Descends to Earth. The man with

the mole, lost in thought, was suddenly struck by a deep, unpleasant, lewd male voice: "Madam Zhu, why be so heartless? Did you hear of the Buddha's visit and dressed so alluringly, hoping to play with his passion? Hehe!"

The man with the mole then turned his gaze to the other of the two men on the grass, only to find a short, stout, ugly monk.

Strictly speaking, the monk wasn't fat; he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, strong as an ox, but his short limbs, thick ears, and large lips made him appear somewhat obese.

The man with the mole, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, quickly discerned that the monk must have practiced some strange protective skill. His entire body was covered in bulging, muscular bulges, giving him an imposing appearance. The

beautiful woman, now transformed into a seductive enchantress, parted her red lips and uttered a string of alluring, captivating words: "You bald monk, how utterly unreasonable! I won't stoop to your level. Today, many heroes gather in the manor. If you attract attention, even your extraordinary martial arts skills won't bring you good fortune."

The monk chuckled, "My lady still won't admit it? Since you reminded me not to disturb others and to participate in this joyous Buddhist ceremony quietly, I naturally understand. Hehe, this martial arts skill of mine is specifically designed for one place, prepared for you for decades." The ugly, short monk spoke while emitting a series of lewd and obscene laughs, thrusting his lower body repeatedly as he uttered the word "place."

The beautiful woman seemed furious; her fair face suddenly flushed with anger, and she snapped, "You audacious bald monk! I'll see how well you've trained in that area!" With that, she pulled a purple ribbon from somewhere, and with a flick of her slender hand, the seemingly boneless ribbon hissed as it hurtled towards the monk's face. The man with the

mole thought to himself that this woman was no ordinary person; her martial arts were incredibly high. Just from this one move, he knew he wouldn't be able to withstand even two or three blows, and he feared even his elder brother wouldn't be a match for her.

The ribbon, carrying an extremely strong wind, struck the monk's face with lightning speed. The monk showed no sign of panic, easily dodging the attack with a slight sidestep, and even sniffed deeply. Only when the beauty's attack missed and the ribbon was retrieved did the monk, intoxicated, say, "I've long heard

that Madam's 'Wind-Sweeping Spirit Belt' is usually hidden between her legs, imbued with celestial energy, and used in battle to attack a man's vitals. Sure enough, just now, its fragrance was intoxicating." The man with the mole cursed the monk inwardly for his insolence; who would hide their weapon between their legs? He now knew that this beauty must be the legendary, alluring Phoenix Goddess, Lan Mijing, and the "Wind-Sweeping Spirit Belt," this peerless divine weapon, was renowned throughout the world.

The man with the mole secretly rejoiced; this outspoken monk was likely in for a beating, and the Phoenix Goddess would surely teach him a lesson.

Thinking this, the man with the mole couldn't help but eagerly anticipate seeing the monk's...

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