Crimson Lotus in Blood [Full Text]

Despite their resentment, the masters from various sects, under the overwhelming pressure of their opponents, had no choice but to lower their proud heads and vent their pent-up anger on the yellow earth. Only the red-robed elder's maniacal laughter and the echoes of the mountains remained in the valley where hundreds had gathered.

The laughter abruptly ceased, and silence fell.

A powerful voice suddenly rang out, shaking everyone's hearts: "Since my debut, Yan Wushuang has taken it upon myself to benefit the world, eliminating the useless and creating a golden age for martial arts. You insignificant ants have dared to obstruct my grand plan. Now I give you a choice. As the saying goes, 'Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish.' Those who submit will be pardoned, while those who rebel will be killed without mercy!"

The sect leaders exchanged glances, each revealing a bitter smile. Did they really have a choice?

When Yan Wushuang first entered the martial arts world, he used the banner of "restoring the nation" to indiscriminately slaughter people in the martial arts world, taking pleasure in drinking human blood. Both the righteous and the wicked in the martial arts world considered him their number one enemy. Various gangs had organized numerous ambushes, both overt and covert, but Yan Wushuang thwarted them all, killing everyone involved on the spot. In the "Star Gazing Tower" battle, he even gathered seventy-three of the world's top masters, only to annihilate them all with a mere flick of his wrist. From then on, all the sects were severely weakened, and the martial arts world was in its most desolate state in a century.

Today, Yan Wushuang has summoned the leaders of all the sects to settle things once and for all. Faced with this situation, everyone remained silent, unable to utter a sound.

"Old monk, then you should make a statement first!" Yan Wushuang said, pointing to Master Zhizhen, the head of Shaolin Temple.

Zhizhen stepped forward, clasped his hands in prayer, and asked, "Amitabha, Benefactor Yan's martial arts are unparalleled; this old monk admits his inferiority. May I ask what your intentions are after unifying the martial world?"

"It's simple, only one condition: all sects must be erased from the martial world and from now on be called 'Wushuang Sect.' And you, old monk, will be the first branch leader of the 'Monk's Brigade'!" Yan Wushuang's words caused a stir among the crowd.

Zhizhen raised his head, his eyes fixed intently on Yan Wushuang, and said, "Benefactor's actions must have a profound meaning, which I forgive my ignorance for not being able to comprehend. But Shaolin's century-old reputation cannot be ruined in my hands. This old monk is willing to die to repay your kindness!"

"Want to die?! Not so easy!" Yan Wushuang grinned maliciously, slapping Zhizhen from afar, then casually grabbed a large rock and threw it at him. "Hehe, my 'Lingyun Valley' is still lacking a guardian spirit; you'll stay here obediently as a tortoise!" A flash of red light appeared on Zhizhen's face, then his body went limp and collapsed to the ground. Yan

Wushuang easily shattered Zhizhen's protective aura with a single palm strike from a distance, destroying all his meridians. The boulder he had thrown landed squarely on the old monk, crushing the Shaolin abbot beneath him, leaving only his round, bald head exposed. Waves of blood gushed from Zhizhen's mouth, instantly staining the yellow earth in front of him red.

"Abbot..." the Shaolin disciples cried out in unison, rushing forward, only to see Yan Wushuang flick his sleeves, creating a sudden gust of wind that swept them backward, slamming them against the opposite mountain wall. "

Ignorant brat!" Yan Wushuang snorted, turning to the Emei Sect Leader, Abbess Dingqing, and asked, "Is your Emei Sect willing to submit to me?"

"This..." Having witnessed Yan Wushuang's divine skill firsthand, Dingqing had no choice but to consider the matter carefully.

But Yan Wushuang gave her no time to consider. With her hands outstretched, she parted them to the left and right, a hissing sound filling the air. The clothes of the dozen or so Emei female disciples behind Abbess Dingqing transformed into butterflies, exposing their fair, white bodies to the atmosphere. Pairs of round, jade-like breasts of varying sizes were displayed before everyone, and the dark, shaggy ground revealed glimpses of their private parts. The disciples screamed in alarm, hastily covering their private parts, creating chaos.

Yan Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back, coldly asking, "And this?"

"You!" Abbess Dingqing's eyes widened in fury, and she suddenly sprang to her feet. "I'll fight you to the death!"

A "Freezing Spell" shot out, swirling and circling around Yan Wushuang. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the air seemed to freeze.

The Frost Sword, the treasure of Mount Emei, appeared in Ding Qing's hand. His expression was solemn, the sword pointing diagonally, the starting stance of the most devastating of Emei's three deadly moves, "Frosty Heaven and Frozen Earth," its chilling aura piercing Yan Wushuang.

Facing such a powerful attack, Yan Wushuang simply grabbed with his left hand, absorbing and crushing the talisman. Then, with a flick of his right hand, a black aura shot out, enveloping Ding Qing and forming a large black sphere that hovered in mid-air. No matter how much power Ding Qing gathered , slashing and thrusting, he couldn't break free.

"You courted death, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Yan Wushuang said, clenching his fist. The sphere shrank inward and then released with a deafening crash. Ding Qing's body turned to dust, scattering blood rain down. The mountain wind carried the pungent stench of blood throughout the valley.

If Yan Wushuang's skill in dealing with Zhizhen was considered normal, then what he just used was absolutely beyond everyone's comprehension. Looking at that demon-like figure, everyone felt a chill and found it difficult to resist.

"You... eh..." Yan Wushuang withdrew his fist with satisfaction, about to speak, when he suddenly stopped, looking towards the western horizon, muttering to himself thoughtfully, "Could it be her..."

Not long after, two white dots appeared in the western sky, growing larger and larger, like two shooting stars shooting towards them. In the blink of an eye, they reached the valley. Only then did everyone realize that they were actually two red-beaked white cranes, and on each crane stood a woman in white, her clothes fluttering, like celestial beings. Before the cranes

landed, the two women gracefully leaped down from dozens of feet in the air, landing in front of Yan Wushuang. The two women had curvaceous figures and long, jade-like legs, and were only slightly shorter than Yan Wushuang. The woman on the left was slightly older, her hair piled high in a bun, adorned with a gold hairpin shaped like a phoenix, wings outstretched as if about to take flight, lifelike. Her round face featured dark eyes and eyebrows, a straight nose, and cherry-red lips, seemingly open yet closed, exuding an air of solemn dignity.

The other woman was a beautiful young girl of seventeen or eighteen, with flowing hair, a delicate mouth and nose, and bright, sparkling eyes. Her dark pupils gazed curiously at the group of experts, revealing an innocent and playful expression. A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth framed her face with a radiant smile. Her fair skin was as soft and delicate as goose down, as if it would drip water at the slightest touch.

Two cranes cried out in unison, nodded in greeting to the two women, then stretched their necks and soared into the clouds, disappearing from sight.

The beautiful woman slowly drew a long sword, gently stroking its blade, and asked, "Blood Demon, do you still recognize this sword?"

Yan Wushuang's pupils contracted, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and he nodded, saying, "The 'Purple Sun Sword,' one of the twin swords of the Shu Mountain Sect!" "Hehe, you really didn't die!"

Upon hearing Yan Wushuang's words, the elders present were overjoyed. Some even knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down their faces, and trembling as they chanted, "The Sword Immortal of Shu Mountain! You are truly amazing!" According to martial
arts elders, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect is descended from a sacred clan. Their successors rarely venture into the martial world, but whenever chaos reigns, a member always appears, wielding their sword to uphold justice, turn the tide, and save the people from untold suffering. However, the last appearance of the Shu Mountain Sword Immortal was over a century ago, so those present only knew of it from their elders, naturally treating it as a legend. They never expected that at the most crucial moment, the legendary immortal would actually appear; no wonder they were so distraught.

The beautiful woman pointed her sword at Yan Wushuang, saying hatefully, "Back then, you used despicable means to kill members of my sect. If it weren't for my husband's selfless rescue, the entire Shu Mountain lineage would have been destroyed by you. Today, I will seek justice for my fallen comrades!"

It turned out that this woman's name was Tang Yuefu, the seventeenth generation successor of the Shu Mountain Sect. Nine years ago, "Blood Demon" Yan Wushuang, having mastered his demonic arts, surveyed the world and found that only the Shu Mountain Sect's "Heart-Connecting Sword" could counter his "Phantom Demonic Art." Therefore, he poisoned a mountain spring, drugging and killing the Shu Mountain disciples one by one.

At that time, Tang Yuefu was pregnant and was traveling with her husband, Nie Xiaofeng, and daughter, Nie Wanrong. On their return journey, they encountered Yan Wushuang, but unfortunately, she was unable to fight and could not join forces with her husband to use the "Heart-Connecting Sword." To protect Tang Yuefu and her daughter, Nie Xiaofeng fought against Yan Wushuang. The two battled for hundreds of rounds, but ultimately, due to slightly inferior strength, Nie Xiaofeng was killed by Yan Wushuang with a single punch. Tang Yuefu, holding her daughter, jumped off a cliff and disappeared without a trace. Yan Wushuang originally thought they were long dead, but unexpectedly, they reappeared in this place.

Tang Yuefu turned to the crowd and said, "Please leave quickly, everyone. Otherwise, if my daughter and I fight the Blood Demon, innocent people may be harmed!"

"Living Bodhisattva, we are willing to fight alongside you!" Seeing their reinforcements arrive, the crowd shook off their previous dejection and bowed in unison.

"No, you have never practiced superior immortal arts; you can't help!"

"Then we will cheer you on!" A few stubbornly insisted.

Tang Yuefu clearly didn't want to linger with them. She frowned, then leaped into the air. The "Purple Sun Sword" flashed, the earth trembled, and a chasm over twenty feet wide instantly appeared before them, separating them on the other side.

"Rong'er, set up the formation!" At her mother's command, the young girl Nie Wanrong pulled a handful of apricot-yellow command flags from her bosom, tossed them into the air, and chanted incantations. The flags split into two, then four, then eight… transforming into hundreds of small flags that flew out in all directions, landing with a "thud," surrounding the three of them.

Seeing the incredible skill of Tang Yuefu and her mother, Yan Wushuang merely chuckled coldly, his fists retracting into his sleeves, appearing completely unfazed. Back then, Yan Wushuang's cultivation was still shallow, and he naturally feared the Shu Mountain Sect. Now, having absorbed the blood essence of hundreds of masters, his "Phantom Demon Art" had reached its peak, and he naturally wanted to directly confront the renowned "Heart-Connecting Sword" to prove himself the best in the world.

Seeing the barrier complete, Tang Yuefu activated her inner energy. The "Purple Sun Sword" shone brightly, its three-foot blade gleaming and flashing, a sharp sword aura pressing towards Yan Wushuang.

"Xiaofeng, watch me avenge you today!" Tang Yuefu's words had barely faded when a purple sword beam sliced through the air, spinning rapidly towards Yan Wushuang. When it was two feet away from Yan Wushuang, Tang Yuefu's left hand, which had been in a flower-twisting gesture, suddenly blossomed. With a soft "pop," the sword beam split open, releasing hundreds of small swords that swirled and coiled around it, descending upon Yan Wushuang from all directions like a net.

"A mere grain of rice dares to rival the sun and moon!" Yan Wushuang roared angrily. With a flick of his sleeves, layers of black energy surged forth, meeting the purple swords head-on. The sounds of clashing swords rang out continuously, and a curtain of light, like rain, suddenly erupted around Yan Wushuang. Not a single purple sword could penetrate Yan Wushuang's protective aura.

Tang Yuefu was not surprised. She gestured to her daughter, and the "Purple Sun Sword" in her hand flew into the air. At the same time, Nie Wanrong spread her arms, and with a crisp "clang," the "Azure Moon Sword," one of the twin swords of Shu Mountain, was drawn from its sheath. It collided with the "Purple Sun Sword" in mid-air, and purple and azure light burst forth, dazzling the eyes.

The twin swords of Shu Mountain, "Purple and Azure," complemented each other, and a series of brilliant sword lights swept down, slashing down towards Yan Wushuang's head, accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder. Yan Wushuang dared not be careless. He threw out punches like rain, and clumps of black energy smashed towards the sword light. The onlookers saw black energy spreading where the three were, and soaring sword energy flying everywhere. The residual force of the three caused the surrounding rocks and trees to roll in all directions, but suddenly stopped at the command flags that Nie Wanrong had previously set up. Only then did everyone realize that those small flags were actually used as a barrier.

Just as everyone was feeling grateful, the scene suddenly changed. Tang Yuefu and her daughter leaped into the air, their feet planted on the hilts of the "Purple and Green Twin Swords," becoming one with the swords. They cleaved through the black mist, striking Yan Wushuang with lightning speed. With a

roar, the "Purple and Green Twin Swords" pierced through Yan Wushuang's body, crashing into the ground with a deafening boom, sending up a mudslide dozens of feet high that swept outwards.

When the dust settled,

everyone rubbed their eyes and looked closely, only then realizing that Yan Wushuang had used some unknown movement technique to withdraw just as the divine swords were about to strike. Tang Yuefu and her daughter had only just been struck by the afterimage of Yan Wushuang's rapid movement.

The two fairies now stood gracefully atop the swords, their white robes fluttering, their figures valiant and heroic. Where the "Purple and Green Twin Swords" had been, a depression seven feet in diameter had appeared, clearly the result of the earth-shattering attack.

"Hahahaha, mere sword techniques, nothing more! Today, I will ensure that the name 'Shushan' is forever silenced in the martial world!" Yan Wushuang's ghostly figure emerged from the mountain shadows. Without any visible movement, a dark aura rose behind him, engulfing the three figures in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was darkness, interspersed with glimpses of purple and blue light. Soon, everyone was drenched in sweat, as if they themselves were fighting Yan Wushuang. The Buddhist and Taoist practitioners chanted scriptures, praying for the two immortals of Shu Mountain, for they were the last hope of the martial world, and no one wanted them to be defeated.

Tang Yuefu and Nie Wanrong, trapped in their predicament, unleashed their "Purple and Blue Twin Swords," controlling their qi to attack Yan Wushuang. Taking advantage of the gaps in Yan Wushuang's engagement with the swords, the two women pressed forward, striking with fists, palms, fingers, and even daggers.

Facing the combined attack of the two swordsmen, Yan Wushuang neither retreated nor dodged. His fists materialized, using overwhelming force to deflect their attacks one by one. The more he fought, the more exhilarated he became. Suddenly, a long, dragon-like laugh ripped through the air. Two streams of black energy split from Yan Wushuang's body, colliding with the "Purple and Green Twin Swords." The two divine weapons spun and flew away, striking the stone wall with two clangs, most of their blades embedded in it.

Having landed a blow, Yan Wushuang pressed his advantage. He leaned forward, exhaled sharply, and unleashed a powerful punch at the two women from Shu Mountain. Tang Yuefu and her daughter's expressions changed slightly. Each raised her palms, and four white pillars collided head-on with Yan Wushuang's fist force. The two women coughed up blood, unable to maintain their balance, and were sent flying backward.

"Hehe, you two have such delicate skin, don't get scratched, otherwise it'll be a real eyesore when I'm fucking you later!" Yan Wushuang teased Tang Yuefu and her daughter without restraint.

Tang Yuefu and her daughter retreated more than ten feet before regaining their footing. Both of them showed a look of horror on their faces. They originally thought that although the "Blood Demon" was powerful, it would not be able to withstand the Shu Mountain Divine Sword. However, judging from the situation, it seemed that they would have to use the "Heart-Connecting Sword" if they didn't use it. The two

wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, shook their arms, and actually rose into the air, standing side by side in the air. With a flick of their hands, the "Purple and Green Twin Swords" left the wall and returned to their owners' hands.

Yan Wushuang knew that the other party was about to use the "Heart-Connecting Sword Technique" when she saw it, but she did not dare to be careless. She gathered her strength and waited attentively.

"Mother and daughter united, slaying demons and monsters!" With a sharp cry, Nie Wanrong followed the sword, circling her mother at high speed. In a moment, she disappeared from sight, leaving only a blue light enveloping Tang Yuefu.

"Seventh Form of the Heart-Connecting Sword Technique - Heavenly Flying Immortal!" Within the blue light, Tang Yuefu raised the "Purple Sun Sword," its blade radiating waves of purple light that enveloped her from above. The light grew denser and denser, eventually obscuring Tang Yuefu's delicate body, transforming into a massive purple-blue pillar of light in the air. Amidst the gasps of

amazement, the pillar of light suddenly tilted and shot towards Yan Wushuang, transforming in mid-air into a gigantic purple-blue sword of light, its dazzling light causing pain.

Yan Wushuang was about to raise his hand when he discovered that all his power had vanished. No matter how he tried to rouse himself, he couldn't muster even a trace of it, and could only watch helplessly as the giant sword cleaved down from above.

"Ahhh!" Yan Wushuang screamed as he was struck, his body split in two, and blood shot up more than three zhang high. The peerless villain was actually killed by the "Heart-Connecting Sword" in one move.

The lightsaber circled back, and Tang Yuefu and her daughter separated in an instant. Tang Yuefu's expression was solemn as she took out an ancient mirror from her bosom, held it up to the light, and shouted, "Haotian Mirror, find him for me!"

The ancient mirror turned to the side, and a beam of light shot straight at a rock on the ground. A black crystal ball appeared in the mirror, spinning around on its own.

Nie Wanrong cleaved the rock with her sword, and the black crystal ball was pinned to the ground by the beam of light from the Haotian Mirror. Tang Yuefu shouted hatefully, "Blood Demon, you harmed my husband and killed my fellow disciples. Today, I will annihilate your soul!"

The "Purple Sun Sword" pierced out like lightning, the crystal ball suddenly shattered, and a large amount of primordial energy surged out, churning and bubbling, and leaking out in all directions. Tang Yuefu's tense nerves finally relaxed. Turning around, she noticed a red light flickering near Yan Wushuang's corpse. Upon closer inspection, she saw a fragrant herb, its aroma filling the air. She picked it up and examined it for a moment, then a name flashed through her mind. She quickly put it away.

After storing the herb, Tang Yuefu told her daughter to dispel the magic array and flew to the crowd.

"Your Excellency's great kindness and virtue are deeply appreciated. Please accept our deepest gratitude! We only hope that Your Excellency will restore order to the martial world." The martial artists knelt down, bowing and declaring their willingness to acknowledge Tang Yuefu as their esteemed leader.

"My daughter and I are merely mountain dwellers. We descended the mountain only to exorcise demons; we are afraid we cannot fulfill any other requests. After this calamity, each sect should diligently practice its own profound skills and recuperate. If there is any further unrest in the world, you may submit your petitions to the 'Welcoming Pine' at Mount Shu, and my daughter and I will reappear in the martial world!"

After giving her instructions, Tang Yuefu left with her daughter, leaving behind only sighs of regret. From then on, the reputation of the "Shushan Sword Sect" was restored, and the martial world returned to a state of peace and tranquility. The "

Twelve Peaks of Shushan" are all extremely tall, magnificent, and unique peaks, shrouded in mist and clouds, extremely difficult to climb. Their names are Wangxia, Cuiping, Chaoyun, Songluan, Jixian, Juhe, Jingyun, Shengshang, Qiyun, Feifeng, Denglong, and Shengquan.

The most famous of the twelve peaks is Chaoyun Peak, located north of the gorge. It is also the most beautiful of the twelve, with a graceful and delicate waist, resembling a beautiful woman. Because King Xiang once met the goddess on this peak, it is also known as "Goddess Peak."

Unknown to the world, besides the "Twelve Peaks of Shushan," there is a thirteenth peak floating in the air, called "Piaomiao Peak." Legend has it that this peak was once the abode of a goddess. Because it is perpetually shrouded in mist and high in the sky, "Piaomiao Peak" remains unknown to outsiders.

It is also the burial place of the successive leaders of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. Whenever a leader is about to pass away, after arranging matters within the sect, they will fly to "Piaomiao Peak" to await their end, thus making it a forbidden area within the sect. Years ago, to escape the pursuit of the "Blood Demon" Yan Wushuang, Tang Yuefu disregarded the sect's prohibitions and hid on "Piaomiao Peak" with her daughter, diligently practicing the "Heart-Connecting Sword Technique," determined to exact revenge.

"Piaomiao Peak," despite its name, is actually just a huge floating rock, appearing like a moving island amidst the drifting clouds. The island is evergreen year-round, with lush green grass, exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere, and ancient trees laden with fragrant fruit. A babbling brook meanders through the forest, truly a paradise on earth.

A child, about eight or nine years old, was leaning against a giant tree, slightly panting. He had just finished chasing and playing with two little white apes, which had exhausted him. Seeing the apes waving at him from a distance, his heart pounded wildly, and he couldn't stand up. He could only give the apes an awkward smile, wave his little hand, and then lie down on the grass to rest.

Suddenly, there was a rustling of leaves, and a huge female ape appeared from the sky...

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