[The Prequel to "A Twisted Fate in the Martial World: Beneath the Cliff of Broken Hearts" (Adapted and Revised Edition)] (Chapter 1)

Chapter One: A

Close Call She groggily awoke to the same blue sky and gentle breeze. A few strands of hair fluttered

softly as if whispering a secret.

Where am I? What happened? Who… am I?

The woman struggled to sit up, brushing aside her cloud-like hair to

reveal . Her beauty was stunning, both pitiful and alluring, arousing a burning desire to crush her.

She sat up with difficulty, her slender figure unexpectedly voluptuous. Her breasts, full and round, rose

high, trembling and swaying with her movements. The woman seemed severely injured, her body

weak and aching. Her slender, snake-like waist appeared as if it might collapse at any moment, and her long, beautiful legs were curled

and crossed , alluring and captivating.

The woman tried several times, but ultimately could not stand up. Her full, fleshy buttocks slumped helplessly to the ground, squeezing out a breathtakingly

rounded curve.

Truly a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a woman of captivating allure, with a slender, graceful figure and ample breasts and hips. This fairy-like woman lay there

weakly , her devilishly perfect figure irresistible to any man. She was a natural

beauty, a marvel of creation.

Sunlight streamed through the canyon, gently illuminating the woman, making her appear holy and serene. She lay there quietly,

her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, a jumble of chaotic images flashing through her mind, yet none could be clearly discerned.

…

Unknown land, the Hidden Demon Cult.

The Abyss Hell, having developed for several years, had become quite large. In its secluded pavilions, soft moans and debauchery

filled the air. People of all kinds of power gathered here, in various sexual environments, embracing their long-desired

beauties, engaging in wanton intercourse, and indulging their desires to the fullest.

In the Heavenly Enchanting Chamber, the Blissful Taoist, feared by all beauties, was also embracing a renowned, fair-skinned

woman, thrusting wildly into her. The sounds of their union, "slap slap..." mingled with the woman's moans and the man's wild laughter, igniting a burning passion and igniting lust

within .

After a long while, a plaintive, alluring moan rang out, followed by the man's joyful roar, and the debauchery in the room

gradually subsided. After a while, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe slowly walked out, his expression full of post-coital satisfaction.

He turned back and laughed, "The taste of Lady Yuelan from the Gongsun family is truly extraordinary. My Holy Sect has spent a great deal to

bring you into our fold, so it's worth it. Hehe, tomorrow I'll take you to the woods for some fun. Be a good girl and wash yourself clean,

then wait for my favor."

The Blissful Taoist laughed and left. Behind him, through the half-open door, Lady Yuelan, having experienced several rounds of passion,

lay naked on the bed, her jade-like body sprawled, her face flushed. Her fair flesh trembled and twitched, her pink back glistening with fragrant sweat,

clearly indicating that the man's thrusting had been too intense, the afterglow of their vigorous intercourse lingering. Her alluring lower body

contracted and writhed, and from her shameful vulva, streams of milky white fluid slowly flowed out…

In the study, the Blissful Daoist sat upright at his desk, perusing intelligence reports. People would respectfully present documents

and then hastily retreat. He browsed methodically, his expression

remaining unchanged no matter how shocking the details.

This was the Hidden Demon Sect, the original demonic sect from a century ago. Unlike demonic sects of the past,

the Hidden Demon Sect was no longer confined to the martial arts world; it had

infiltrated , even maintaining relations with the barbarians beyond the Great Wall. For the past century, the Hidden Demon Sect had bided its time, concealing

its strength and gradually transforming from a declining sect into a vast, deeply entrenched underground force, now

possessing the potential to overthrow dynasties. Yet, it remained low-key and inconspicuous,

carefully concealing itself under the leadership of its mysterious master, patiently preparing for its eventual rise. It was truly unknown what it would be like when it finally rose to power.

The Blissful Daoist did not belong to the Hidden Demon Sect; he was a member of the Soul Fusion Sect. The relationship between the Soul Fusion Sect and the Hidden Demon Sect is complex

and difficult to understand. Currently, the Soul Fusion Sect is merely an appendage of the Hidden Demon Sect, responsible for managing the Abyss Hell. Members of the Soul Fusion Sect are all lecherous,

adhering to the principle of "no father, no son," addressing each other as uncle and nephew. The sect is very small; he only has three senior brothers and two

uncles . Uncle Yin has always remained hidden in the mortal world, his whereabouts unknown to anyone, including his mentor, Uncle Ma.

The Blissful Daoist is a latecomer to the path. He originally came from the Quanzhen Sect, then secretly became an apprentice of Uncle Ma. Later, he

was entangled in lust and caused trouble, faking his death to escape, and has been hiding in the Abyss Hell ever since.

Now he is the Blissful Daoist, but in his secular past, he also had another identity—

Zhao Zhijing, !

The pages of the dossier flipped by before his eyes. Upon seeing some news, the previously calm Blissful Daoist's expression

suddenly changed drastically. After a long silence, he headed straight for the main altar.

"Uncle, your nephew wants to go down the mountain," the Blissful Daoist said sincerely to the middle-aged man before him. The middle-aged man, his expression calm,

glanced at him slowly, a single glance that filled him with dread.

This middle-aged man was his martial uncle, the founder of the Abyss Hell—Elder Ma!

Elder Ma's expression was calm, as if he had expected this. He sighed, "Foolish child, haven't

you let go of ? How could an ordinary person possess that woman? Wait a few more years."

"Martial Uncle, I must go down the mountain this time, please grant my wish!"

The middle-aged man looked at him deeply, remained silent for a long time, and said, "Only life and death matter, no marriage."

"Martial Uncle..."

"The time is not yet ripe."

Seven days later, a group of men in black appeared outside the Valley of Heartbreak. That night, screams filled the Valley of Heartbreak, and not a single animal

was spared. The Valley Master's beloved daughter, Gongsun Lü'e, was secretly sent to the Abyss Hell.

The Blissful Daoist had no mind to deal with the aftermath. He ordered the demonic sect to prepare overnight, and the next morning, he descended alone down the Broken Heart Cliff along

a long rope.

Stepping on the ground, the Blissful Daoist couldn't help but look back. This perpetually misty Broken Heart Cliff, though only a hundred acres

in size, was a hundred feet deep. In such a perilous place, even a top expert

would face a near-certain death if they jumped. The intelligence reports said she was already poisoned when she jumped; he wondered what her chances of survival were.

The Blissful Daoist was filled with worry, fearing that when he found her, he would only find a beautiful but cold

body.

The first time he met her, his years of cultivation had crumbled. Her fairy-like beauty,

ethereal气质, and slender yet voluptuous figure had deeply attracted him. This person was the master of the Tomb of the Living Dead.

—The Fairy of Zhongnan Mountain, Xiaolongnü.

To obtain Xiaolongnü, the former Blissful Daoist, Zhao Zhijing, unhesitatingly became Elder Ma's disciple,

frequently descending the mountain to abduct women and study erotic arts. After witnessing Xiaolongnü and Yang Guo practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, he harbored resentment

and sowed discord within his sect, making things difficult for Yang Guo in every way. He spied on her day and night, finally seizing the opportunity to enjoy her company,

then framed his junior brother, Yin Zhiping, for it. To obtain her, he didn't hesitate to betray his sect and bring in the Mongol invaders,

but ultimately failed to achieve his desire. Finally, severely wounded, he faked his death and was taken to the Hidden Demon Sect by Elder Ma, where he remained hidden in the abyss of hell.

Until a few days ago, upon learning that Xiaolongnü had been poisoned and jumped off a cliff, he unhesitatingly abandoned everything to save her.

Although Xiaolongnü was unaware of these events, in the Blissful Daoist's eyes, having done so much for her, he

deserved to have her. Over the years, even when he was in the deepest abyss of hell, enjoying the company of the most beautiful women, the Blissful Daoist's heart

still longed for Little Dragon Girl. In his heart, if he hadn't been so naive and cowardly back then, Little Dragon Girl would

have been with him long ago. The Blissful Daoist was determined that once he found Little Dragon Girl this time, no one could take her away again;

she would always be his. At this moment, he had completely forgotten Elder Ma's words.

Walking across the rugged, rocky path, the Blissful Daoist carefully searched for Little Dragon Girl's traces. Unexpectedly

, he soon found a clue.

It was a tall willow tree by the river, several branches broken in the middle of its dense twigs, hanging limply there.

Beneath the tree was soft sand, with faint traces of being pressed down. The Blissful Daoist examined it for a moment, his heart filled with joy. He

patted the tree trunk beside him forcefully, let out a long sigh, and for some reason, his flat crotch began to bulge. He

was so excited just thinking about Little Dragon Girl, which showed the attraction of that delicate and alluring body to a man.

Suppressing his excitement, the Blissful Daoist climbed to a high vantage point. The area below the cliff wasn't large; all he could see, besides the

flowing river, were rocks, pines, and willows—not a single living person in sight. A slight disappointment washed over him,

but quickly regained his excitement. He jumped down from the tree, ignoring the demonic sect members on the cliff, and excitedly

ran downstream along the river.

The Blissful Daoist ran along the sandy beach, muttering incomprehensible words, his erect penis

swaying wildly with his movements—a lewd and comical sight. For years, he hadn't been so

happy , so out of control. In his mind, he seemed to see Little Dragon Girl waiting for him ahead, having built

a simple thatched hut, prepared a sumptuous breakfast, and was sitting gently beside the warm, cozy bed, waiting for him.

"Ah, fairy, please wait a moment. Bliss will be there soon. Don't rush to eat. I've been longing for you for so many years,

I must make love with you to my heart's content... I'm going to squeeze your big breasts until they burst, I'm going to shoot my load inside and out!"

The Blissful Taoist mumbled incoherently, his whole being somewhat neurotic. His infatuation with Little Dragon Girl

had penetrated to the bone. Every smile, every gesture, every part of her body

excited him immensely. He hadn't seen her for years, and he wondered how beautiful and voluptuous she must be. He was practically

going crazy!

"Little Dragon Girl, I'm coming!" ...

Beside the babbling stream, near the dense thicket, there was a cold pool

. The water wasn't deep, but it was extremely cold, emanating waves of chill. Strange-looking fish swam slowly in it, wagging their tails. They looked somewhat familiar, yet the memory

was vague .

The Blissful Taoist looked away, carefully examining his feet, then looked up ahead. The traces were already quite clear;

Little Dragon Girl had passed through here at most a day ago, perhaps just now.

After searching for a while longer, the Blissful Daoist's eyes suddenly sharpened. On the opposite side of the icy pool, near the cliff face, there was a

stone cave. Scattered within the cave were large white stones, and a white figure lay quietly on one of them.

From a distance, she resembled a snow lotus about to wither, beautiful yet pale.

The Blissful Daoist's heart skipped a beat, all desire vanished, and he stood there, stunned, his entire body

stiff . After a long while, he finally reacted, trembling as he scrambled over.

Lifting the woman's exquisite head, the Blissful Daoist trembled. Yes! It was her! It was Little Dragon Girl! Looking at the person

he had longed for day and night lying peacefully in his arms, even more beautiful and captivating than he remembered, yet her

frighteningly pale face caused him unbearable pain in his heart, making it hard to breathe.

Xiaolongnu was usually quiet and even seemed aloof. However,

the Blissful Daoist, whose entire world revolved around her, knew that her seemingly dull exterior stemmed from her long life in the mountains, making her unskilled at communication. Her

heart was gentle and kind, and she couldn't even refuse someone. Although his skills were lacking then, the Blissful

Daoist always protected Xiaolongnu. Every move she made captivated him,

making him infatuated and moved. Yet, who could bear to harm such a person?

Looking at the beautiful face in his arms, tears welled up in the Blissful Daoist's eyes. Scenes from the past

flashed . He had done countless evil deeds for her, becoming infamous, without a single complaint. Even if the whole world

despised him, even if she knew nothing of his actions, even if he had truly died by her sword,

he would still be content. For her, he didn't care what happened to him; even if he were shattered to pieces, he would be willing. But she

couldn't be harmed. Whoever harmed her, he would kill! Whoever did it, he must be killed!

The Blissful Taoist cautiously looked at Little Dragon Girl, his heart filled with regret and self-reproach.

He had been too to see her, and now she had been harmed like this. Little Dragon Girl's breathing was barely perceptible. Was she going to die

? Was she going to leave him? So many years of longing, countless confessions to her in front of the mirror, he hadn't even

mustered the courage do it all. Was it all going to end like this? If she died, what was the point of his life?

Overwhelmed with grief and remorse, the Blissful Taoist's chest tightened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible! How could you die?"

The Blissful Taoist roared, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and began to think of a way to save her. He knew that

there were countless skilled healers in the world, but only Master Mo of the Hidden Demon Sect could truly bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.

Although he was incompetent, he had at least studied under him for some time. Little Dragon Girl, though her breathing was weak, was

still alive. As long as she was alive, there was still hope! Certainly!

The Blissful Taoist, suppressing his rage, examined the girl and found that while her injuries were not serious, she was severely poisoned.

His body was primarily affected by cold poison. A thought struck him, and he frantically rummaged for a wax pill, crushed it

, and extracted a bright red pill. He then scooped water and fed it to Xiaolongnu. A moment later, Xiaolongnu's complexion improved slightly, and her breathing became deeper

. The Blissful Daoist was overjoyed, wishing he could rush to Mr. Mo and kowtow several times.

Although the poison was temporarily suppressed, given Xiaolongnu's current condition, she couldn't possibly endure the long journey to the Hidden

Demon Sect; he would have to find a way to treat her himself. The Blissful Daoist was preoccupied with worries. He went out and fetched some dry grass, carefully placed

Xiaolongnu inside, and then immediately set out to find medicine.

The area below Broken Heart Cliff was perpetually spring-like, with no cold-resistant medicines available. Heartbreak Valley was too remote, surrounded

only by small villages, with no medicine to buy. The cold poison in Xiaolongnu's body was extremely potent; ordinary medicines were ineffective.

The Blissful Daoist had already searched the Gongsun family's pharmacy, finding only a few suitable herbs, but none that would have a significant

effect. The Blissful Taoist returned to the Valley of Heartbreak, retrieved some medicinal herbs, and sent his demonic sect members to search for them

before returning to the foot of the cliff.

The Blissful Taoist returned to the cave, his brow furrowed with worry. Seeing Xiaolongnu's increasingly pale face, his frown deepened.

Daylight hours in the valley were short, and darkness was fast approaching. The Blissful Taoist ate some dry rations with a bitter taste,

then took a bottle of honey from Xiaolongnu's waist and carefully fed it to her. No one understood

Xiaolongnu better than him, not even Yang Guo. The Blissful Taoist gently wiped Xiaolongnu's lips; this scene should have

been heartwarming, but now only bitterness remained.

After his busy work, the Blissful Taoist gathered some dry branches before nightfall, lit a fire to warm himself, hoping to

dispel some of the chill within Xiaolongnu. He sat quietly on the straw bed, holding Xiaolongnu in his arms. The firelight cast their dappled

shadows onto the stone wall, making them look like a couple struggling against a cruel fate, clinging to each other

.

Holding Xiaolongnu, the Blissful Taoist felt a surge of lustful thoughts. Although he tried his best to suppress them, his lower

body involuntarily hardened. Xiaolongnu's body was simply too alluring,

irresistible to any normal man. The Blissful Taoist felt the strangeness in his lower body, cursed under his breath, yet couldn't resist touching Xiaolongnu 's

face. However, the coldness of her skin reminded him not to act rashly. He had to think of something else to distract

himself . "I can't just drink honey all the time. Some hot soup should help, but I didn't bring any cooking utensils...

"

Lost in thought, the Blissful Taoist inexplicably got up and left the cave. He wanted to gather some meat and make some soup for

Xiaolongnu to warm her up. The Blissful Taoist wandered outside for a while, then suddenly realized it was already dark, and

there was nothing left to catch. He was like that, infatuated with the Little Dragon Girl, like a child

lost in a trance, like a father silently selfless, and like a cautious moth drawn to a flame, yet utterly

powerless .

Suddenly, the Blissful Taoist remembered the fish he had seen in the icy pool during the day, so braving the biting cold, he

jumped into and caught two. Even with his considerable skill, he was shivering from the freezing water, wondering

where such cold water came from in this springtime.

The golden fish meat tumbled on the fire, its aroma exceptionally rich. Beneath the thick layer of fat lay tender, juicy yellow

flesh , sizzling as it cooked. The aroma of the fish whetted the Blissful Taoist's appetite. He took a bite;

the tender fish melted in his mouth, incredibly delicious. The next moment he stopped, feeling

as if a flame rolled through his stomach the moment the steaming fish entered his body, burning all the way to his heart, lungs, spleen, and other organs. Waves of heat spread throughout his body, making him shiver

involuntarily , yet he felt completely comfortable.

The Blissful Daoist exclaimed in admiration, then his eyes lit up. Could this be the "Fire-Entering Throat," a rare and extinct fish recorded in the Medical Classic

? It is said that the "Fire-Entering Throat" can only grow in icy waters year-round, with an extremely

slow , taking more than ten years to mature. It is a rare and potent yang-type medicine. Legend has it that in ancient times, in the frigid lands of the far north, the

locals would often store a few "Fire-Entering Throats" before winter, consuming them during the coldest days of winter

to ward off the harsh winter. This also shows the potent and long-lasting medicinal properties of the "Fire-Entering Throat."

The Blissful Daoist was proud and arrogant, and in the past, he would never have cared about a fish, no matter how delicious or rare, it was still just a fish

. However, now, his eyes were burning with passion, and even tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Little Dragon Girl can be saved!

"

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