The Battle of Zhuimapo

(1)
When I passed the Falling Horse Slope, I heard the sound of a xiao (vertical bamboo flute), playing "Ambush from Ten Sides

." The hoarse sound of the xiao was more anxious and uneasy than that of the guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither), giving me a sense of helplessness, as if my
life was hanging by a thread and I was doomed. I jumped off my horse, took a deep breath, and

sped down the Falling Horse Slope, my little red horse flying close to me. Its sweat, like falling cherry blossoms, splattered my white robe with scarlet spots.
After searching hard for half a year all over the country, I finally heard this

peculiar sound of the xiao. Although it was faint and indistinct, I could still hear four distinct tearing breaths at the end of each note.
I knew I was about to face my prey: Liehua Pink Butterfly—Xiao Yinhong, a notorious

harlot delighted in seducing rising stars of the martial world. She would rape and kill them cleanly and efficiently, each victim's penis

severed, soaked in medicine, dried, and strung into a necklace to adorn a horse's neck.
Victims? Absolutely! She used knives—throwing knives, swift and precise willow-leaf blades. She carried countless

knives; even Xiao Zhong possessed one. No one had ever seen her draw her knives, nor knew where they were hidden. Most who

had witnessed were dead, except for Xiao Bai, who still lived on, swallowing his anger.
Xiao Bai was better off dead, for he too had a share of the meat strips on the horse's neck. He used to be

a proud young man, but after meeting Liehua Pink Butterfly, he became more womanly than any woman. Half a year ago

, when he pushed open the door of the Life-Buying Pavilion, I smelled a pungent perfume and mistook him for a young woman disguised as a man.
Five thousand taels of gold for the life of the Cracked Flower Butterfly. Two thousand taels upfront, and another three thousand upon receiving her head and genitals.
This money wasn't easy to earn. He traveled all over the country, enduring wind and dew, traveling day and night, his white robe stained with

flowers, finally spotting the Cracked Flower Butterfly at Falling Horse Slope.
The sound of the flute rises, the butterfly appears; good men, do not linger.
When the Cracked Flower Butterfly isn't playing her flute, almost no one in the martial world recognizes her. But when you hear

the flute , when you hear the cracking sound within, you'd better run for your lives.
Beauty is not worth lingering over, for lust is a knife above one's head, and the Cracked Flower Butterfly wields that knife. Many

have been bewitched by her beauty, going to the mountains of lust, only to die a

gruesome death, their penises strung together like a horse's neck chain.
The Falling Horse Slope gets its name from its treacherous, overgrown slope. What appears as a

vast expanse is riddled with countless depressions of varying sizes, concealed by dense undergrowth and bushes. Anyone attempting to ride

forward is guaranteed to fall and break a limb.
Fortunately, I possess the skill of "flying over grass," and Little Red Cheese is a renowned breed from the Western Regions, allowing us to traverse the slope

like the wind .
The sound grew closer, the cracking of air almost ripping our eardrums. I circulated my inner energy to protect my heart and focused my qi in my dantian,

naturally . Little Red Cheese, as if sensing my presence, also slowed its stride, closely following behind.
Ahead, under the shade of a tree, sat a stunningly beautiful woman, her beauty breathtaking, her eyes alluring. Her yellow dress and skirt accentuated her

fair skin, making her appear even more delicate and alluring. At that moment, she lightly plucked the strings of her flute, and the deep notes transformed into

urgent, murderous cries that scattered across the surrounding area.
As they drew nearer, the flute music abruptly ceased, and the woman in yellow looked up with a radiant smile.
"Who was it that was watching me so intently? Turns out it's a customer from the Life-Buying Pavilion. No wonder you're

like my shadow, impossible to shake off."
Her yellow robes were striking, and her smile was even more breathtaking; the woman was more beautiful than the man.
"Young rogue Xiaobai, five thousand taels of gold, are you the Rift Flower Butterfly?"
Customers at the Life-Buying Pavilion never hesitated to reveal their clients' names, and they always insisted on doing so, even specifying the price to

the deceased . This was because the Life-Buying Pavilion specialized in taking the lives of villains of the martial world, and these villains needed to know who

had bought their lives on their journey to the underworld.
Actually, it made little difference whether they said it or not; whoever heard it would surely die, and the dead couldn't seek revenge

. Perhaps they were a little interested in their price. Many people live most of their lives without knowing their own

worth, often lamenting the insignificance of life. So, I told the Rift Flower Butterfly the ultimate value of her life; she

should thank me.
Are there any lives the Life-Buying Pavilion couldn't afford?
No!
Because the person who buys lives has never failed.
That's why I've always made money.
The Butterfly of Rending Flowers smiled so brightly, brighter than the sunlight filtering through the treetops.
"So I'm worth that much money. You only charged three thousand taels for the Living Yama. I never thought I was worth more than him. Unbelievable

."
The Living Yama, three thousand taels, limbs and head, payment settled.
Buying the Living Yama's life wasn't easy. That time, I hid on the main beam of the Yama's Palace for a whole day and night.

After he had cooked and eaten Xiao Ting, the Cloud-Piercing Swallow, alive, he passed through the palace with his big belly. Only then did I pierce his tailbone with my sword from the Heavenly Court,

stringing like a candied hawthorn.
"Indeed! Five thousand taels of gold is a good price, but I'll need your help today."
I nodded slightly to her, my gaze not daring to leave her body.
"To remain so composed under the strains of my Soul-Snatching Flute, you are far too modest, my sir. I fear I must

beg you to spare my life, this broken flower." Her eyes pleaded as she finished speaking.
"Knowing this now, why did you do it in the first place? If you didn't care about your purity, you could have easily indulged in promiscuity. It would have been consensual,

each of then did you have to sever someone's manhood and kill them?"
"You don't know this. Our sect's internal cultivation method is unique. It's not taught at first, but as you practice,

the act becomes like drinking poison to quench thirst, a growing dependence. Many of my horrifying actions are truly unavoidable."
"Unavoidable? Severing someone's manhood is unavoidable?" I asked, surprised.
The Butterfly of Rending Flowers looked utterly dejected as she murmured, "Severing a person's yang root is only for practicing martial arts; without this method, I would only

perish !"
Seeing her sorrowful and helpless expression, I almost felt sorry for her. However, with each pause in her words, the mouthpiece of her flute

slowly turned towards me. I suddenly realized this was also one of her tricks.
"Having taken someone's money, I must avert their disaster. Even if you have no other choice, young lady, I cannot tolerate taking a life. Today's

battle... please forgive me for not accompanying you for long on the road to the underworld..."
I couldn't say any more. I'd already uttered more than five sentences in this deal, greatly violating the identity of a professional assassin

.
A flash of sword light, and my longsword was drawn. With a move called "Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers," the sword tip transformed into hundreds of golden rays,

splashing towards her as I leaped.
"Hehehe... What a powerful Demon-Slaying Sword Technique... Is this one of the three sure-kill moves?" The Flower-Splitting Butterfly giggled

, her body flashing left and right, her slender arms moving like butterflies flitting among flowers. White light flashed again and again, a flying knife blocking the overwhelming sword shadows, and the Flower-Splitting Soul-Binding Flute shot 　　towards my face. A surge of energy rushed towards my face before the flute itself . I took a step back, lowered my body, and guarded my center with my sword, swiftly executing the defensive move "Iron Chain Blocking the River." Waves of sword energy formed a tight barrier in front of me. 　　The sword and flute clashed, exploding into sparks. I hadn't expected the Flower-Splitting Soul-Binding Flute to be forged from refined steel. I had thought this defensive move would force her to retreat and defend. 　　"Amazing!" she exclaimed, her lithe body soaring into the sky, her yellow butterfly-like figure leaping above my head. 　　"Behold my Eight Directions Storm!" The yellow shadows suddenly unfurled, and I looked up to see dozens of cracked flower butterflies swirling their dark shadows as they swarmed towards me. Panic gripped me; I didn't know where to hide. 　　In a flash, a brilliant idea struck me, and I hastily unleashed one of my three deadly moves, "Surrounded on All Sides." Using my sword like a knife, the tip of my sword touched, sliced, slashed, and cleaved, creating a shower of starlight above my head. The most powerful move was its follow-up strike; regardless of whether the enemy advanced or retreated, the sword strikes would deliver a fatal blow with fluid grace. 　　The approaching yellow shadows struck the starlight with a series of tearing sounds, and with each sound, the countless yellow shadows instantly merged into one, then began to flee towards the shade of the trees. 　　"Where do you think you're going!" I roared, my feet moving with the light of flowing water, my sword shadows, like a silver river, already encircling the cracked flower butterflies. 　　It felt like my sword strikes had vanished into thin air, requiring no effort at all. I inwardly cried out, "This is bad!" My forward momentum abruptly halted, my longsword flashing in front of me, creating a curtain of sword strikes. My eyes darted around, scanning for her figure. 　　"Hehehe... What a life-saver! You even dared to attack my clothes. Is your sword specifically designed for clothing?" 　　A voice came from the treetops. I looked up and was surprised to find the Flower-Splitting Butterfly already sitting a branch. Her jade-like body glistened in the sunlight, her two pink legs open to me without any hesitation , revealing her alluring curves. And what was most infuriating was the captivating smile on her face. 　　"What's wrong? Staring blankly! I knew you young masters weren't into swordplay. It's all about the ideal of a talented with a beautiful woman, a precious sword for a martyr. Killing me would be less appealing than spending a night with me." She confidently puffed out her chest, her full, round breasts trembling in the sunlight. 　　I was truly stunned, my gaze fixed on the lush, misty grass below her slender waist, the cinnamon-like entrance , and her firm, taut thighs. 　　"Want some? Here… here… and here… if you drop your sword… all of this is yours !" She leaped lightly onto a branch, turned, and raised her pink buttocks. Her slender hand groped her breasts, touched her crotch , and finally settled between her firm, pink buttocks. 　　I swallowed hard and asked her, "Why don't you run away?" 　　"Ha! You can run today, but not tomorrow. Everyone knows that the tracking skills of the Life Buyer are second to none . Besides, if I escape to the sunlight, your 'Surrounded on All Sides' move might not tear my clothes, but my body." She said smugly. 　　"Good to know! But after today, I might go from the light to the shadows. Aren't you afraid of being attacked from the shadows?" I recognized her face clearly. Next time, there was no need to fight openly. After all, I was an assassin, not a hero. 　　"Hmm... Are you a fool, a saint, and really don't want to kiss her and find out more?" Her eyes became hazy and wanton. She cupped her pink buttocks with one hand and used her flute to caress her honey pot with the other. 　　"Oh... good brother... the moment I saw your body, my body became so hot and wet I couldn't resist. Look ... my honey pot is so wanton... my good brother!... I've really been missing you so much!" Xiao's mouth swung up a glistening drop of water and splashed it onto my face. 　　I wanted to reach out and catch the water, but just as it was about to reach me, I suddenly heard the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air. I quickly rolled forward like a lazy donkey, dodging three flying knives in total. The last one almost severed a piece hair. 　　"What a vicious triple hook! If I had been a little more lustful or weaker in martial arts, I would have fallen for your trick, you wicked wench !" I cursed, and with a leap, I used the "Soaring to the Sky" move, tapping my feet together to propel myself to the treetop. I channeled my energy into my sword, concealing myself within the sword energy, making it impossible for a drop of water to enter. 　　She parried with her flute, but a girl's skill is limited; she only managed to block a few sword strikes before letting out a soft moan and being thrown to the grassy ground beneath the trees by the force of the blows. 　　I saw her lying on her back on the grass, a shallow sword wound on her right breast, blood at the corner of her mouth, gazing at , her chest heaving. 　　"What? You still have one more strike left, saving it to die with you?" I asked her irritably, standing on a branch . 　　She gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, and replied, "How could you be so cruel as to hurt me? You have no mercy for . Yes! I have one more strike; I planned to use it to save my life." 　　"You don't even know if it'll be enough to save your life!" I lowered my legs, using the rebound from the branch to leap like a roc in front of her, my longsword gripped tightly, ready to strike, completely unafraid of her final blow. 　　Before my feet even touched the ground, she shouted "Hit!" and sure enough, a throwing knife flew towards my head with lightning speed . I easily deflected it with my sword, and my feet touched solid ground. Just as I was about to utter a sarcastic remark , a sharp pain shot through my sword-wielding fingers, and the sword fell to the ground. A wave of fleshy aroma filled my chest, and several pressure points on my body were instantly sealed, rendering me completely immobile. 　　"Hehehehe... I never thought the man who bought my life would fall into my hands. My horse's leash will be another inch !" She circled around my clay-like body, giggling triumphantly. 　　"This... how is this possible? You... how could you still have throwing knives?" I asked, utterly bewildered . 　　The Cracked Flower Butterfly held up a wet, willow-leaf-shaped knife in front of me, its shape flat and delicate, the blade shimmering with a flowing blue light. 　　"Heh! Don't even mention one! I can have five. Smell it? Doesn't it smell incredibly good?" She held up...

The throwing knife was close to my nose, and a pungent smell of orchids mixed with the stench of flesh wafted into my nostrils.
"How...how could this be?" I gasped, guessing she had placed the knife inside my honeypot.
"You originally wanted to kill me, so I should have finished you off with one strike. But that would be against my principles. If the martial

world knew, they might laugh at you, thinking you died without even getting a taste of her beauty, leaving behind only your manhood as

a laughingstock. That would damage my reputation!"
She paused, then added, "Alright! I'll use you for practice then!" With that, the knife flashed, and my white robe

instantly turned to shreds, leaving only my naked body.
She picked up the pieces of clothing from the ground, turned, and reached down to her crotch with her slender hand. She couldn't find

anything , but when she turned back, she had a small piece of cloth in her hand.
She tossed the small cloth onto the grass beside her, grasped my erect penis, and praised, "Hmm! Really good!

Hard and straight, thick and long, it makes my crotch itch!"
(2)
My penis had already become erect when I jumped to the treetop and saw her naked body,

and now, with a caress from her slender hand, it actually bounced up and down vigorously.
"Princess... what? Missing me? Today is your last time to be close to a woman, don't ejaculate too quickly,

or I will be very disappointed! Do you need me to help you?" The butterfly with cracked flowers smiled coquettishly, her eyes showing a flirtatious

look.
"Hmph!" I snorted coldly and ignored her. I felt a smooth, delicate hand touch my lower abdomen, and a

warm, comforting energy flowed slowly into my lower abdomen through the Guanyuan and Zhongji acupoints. The energy was extremely strange; it lingered in the acupoints

without dissipating, only continuously heating up. I noticed that my penis had swelled even more, and the tingling

sensation from before had completely disappeared.
"This is the 'Herding Horse Heart Sutra' energy passed down through my sect. It has the miraculous effect of being invincible. It has always been passed down only to the first

disciple of each generation. Today, you're lucky enough to experience a long-lasting pleasure that you've never felt before in your life. Consider it

a farewell to this thing! Hehe..."
I felt like I was lying on the grass with a huge iron rod sticking out of my body. I looked incredibly

pathetic I sighed inwardly, but then I saw her hold her breath and concentrate, circulating her energy through her meridians. Her originally crystal-clear, jade-like face slowly turned

pink, the pink growing brighter and brighter until her entire body was enveloped in a fiery peach-colored light.
She crossed her legs, her naked body slowly floating into the air, stopping in front of me. I couldn't

move, but I could see and speak. Through the void several feet high, I saw her smooth, pink buttocks, her vulva

slightly parted due to her crossed legs, revealing the most alluring part of her secret passage, glowing with intense red light.
This method of intercourse was truly horrifying. I felt a mixture of anticipation and fear that she might suddenly sit down and break

my manhood.
"You...you...you really want to put yourself on me like this..." Cold sweat beaded on my forehead.
She glanced at me, muttering incantations, and slowly floated down onto my lap. My penis felt like

an iron pestle, while her flower path was like a honey pot. A fiery sensation washed over me; my penis had entered a

hot, moist furnace.
"Chirp!" she cried out softly, her slender hands pressing against my Qihai, Guanyuan, and Zhongji acupoints. A strange energy

surged in churning and swirling within me, making my lower abdomen feel like it was on fire, burning intensely and causing me unbearable discomfort

. I couldn't help but desperately try to dodge. She straddled me, letting my penis thrust left and right inside her honeyed orifice.
"Oh...good husband...you're making me so incredibly aroused...oh...more intense..." she

moaned softly brimming with desire, her lower lip slightly bitten.
As I thrust deeper into her honeyed orifice, the burning sensation in my penis lessened slightly, but the moment I stopped,

the heat returned intensely, causing excruciating pain in my lower body. I couldn't help but advance, a lewd

thought of conquering this female demon rising within me.
"Mmm... Oh... Ah... Husband... You're making me feel so good... You feel good too, right?...

Ah... Husband, you're so amazing... Hurry up and make this slutty little servant... make her die..." She swayed her fragrant buttocks

to match my thrusts, and strands of her lustful fluids slowly dripped down.
I listened to her moans and watched her beautiful face and body dance on my body. After about

the time , my yang energy began to surge into her honey pot. I knew I had ejaculated, but the intense burning sensation had also

subsided considerably.
"Ah... Good husband... You... You're making me so full... I love your yang energy... It's so pure and

thick..." Just as I began to feel the pleasure of ejaculation, her tightly pressed palms once again released wisps of

energy . The strange energy seemed to open my seminal gate, allowing my yang energy to flow endlessly into her body.
"Ah..." A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I groaned, almost fainting.
Fortunately, her vital energy was limited. In just a moment, my ejaculation was interrupted, while she was drenched in sweat, her

face flushed, and the rosy glow on her skin diminished. She seemed to be circulating her qi to guide my vital energy.
I was in agony, knowing that if this continued, I would be completely drained, my penis cut off and made into a horse's neck

chain, my soul returning to the city of the unjustly dead, unable to move, only able to sit and wait for death.
(What "Horse Herding Sutra" supposedly had the effect of making one's penis last forever

? I was forced to ejaculate in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.) I smiled bitterly to myself.
"The sound of the flute rises, the butterfly appears, do not waste time, joy is boundless," the Flower-Splitting Butterfly recited after a moment of respite, her face regaining

its rosy glow. She smiled charmingly, her brows radiating boundless spring.
The rhyme she uttered was completely different from the one circulating in the martial arts world. I could understand, because

those who had truly heard it were long gone, and the dead cannot speak.
Seeing my wry smile, she said sweetly, "What? Do you doubt the miraculous effect of my 'unyielding golden spear'?

Hehehe ... You did ejaculate, but look! It's still rock hard... I still need it to serve me well

!" She slightly rose, her crimson labia loosening a bit, revealing her wet penis. The moment I saw that

engorged , throbbing penis, I knew I was doomed. Sure enough, her small hand touched my acupoints, and a fiery passion

reignited in my lower body.
And so, I ejaculated three times inside her, almost completely drained. The last time,

I fainted. As I slowly awoke, I finally remembered my little red horse, taking advantage of the butterfly-like breathing technique...

As I looked around, I was lucky enough to spot my beloved steed leisurely grazing.
Thank goodness I remembered Little Red Cheese, otherwise, I would have been unjustly killed. Did this intelligent horse think

I was having an affair with my lover? It was so carefree, grazing on the sidelines, completely unaware of its master's suffering.
I couldn't act rashly, because Little Red Cheese was no match for the composed and vigorous Fierce Flower Butterfly. Even though she

was unarmed , and her honeypot was still wrapped around my penis, a single slap might be enough to knock Little Red Cheese down.
I had to wait until she was exhausted and unable to concentrate before summoning Little Red Cheese to deliver the fatal blow. I

feigned horror and begged the Fiery Butterfly for mercy, saying, "I...I can't take it anymore...If this continues, I'll surely burn

out and die! We've had our share of passion, we're practically lovers, please...please spare my

life!"
"Heh...I like your things, and I want you to do it to me again! If I really spare you, how am I supposed to

explain to those little strips of flesh around the horse's neck? They'll definitely blame me in the afterlife!" she said,

feigning distress.
"Unless... unless you can last ten rounds, and they can't match you, then they have nothing to say. I

might consider making an exception and sparing your life, but... but your manhood must be left to me, I still

have a use for it."
"Actually, what's the point of a man living without his manhood?" She smiled, her jade buttocks sinking,

her honeyed orifice tightly gripping my penis, her true energy flowing into my palm. I knew it was time, and I let out a long cry, the tone

I usually used to summon Little Red Horse to charge into battle.
Fierce Flower Butterfly's beautiful eyes widened, not knowing what my trick was. Instead of withdrawing the true energy in my palm, she released it, thinking that by controlling me she

wasn't afraid of my ability to fly and land, nor was she afraid of her allies coming to my aid.
Little Red Cheese was like a gust of wind, its speed far surpassing that of Zhu Pengcheng, the "Wisp of Smoke," the number one martial arts master in the world. The Flower-Splitting

Butterfly, still listening to the surrounding commotion, completely assumed the newcomer was human, utterly unprepared for such lightning-fast

movement. In truth, she wasn't wrong; Little Red Cheese was a horse, not a human, and a rare, exceptional steed.
With a "thud," accompanied by a woman's piercing cry, I felt the burning embrace of my penis swiftly

withdraw . The Flower-Splitting Butterfly was thrown five or six zhang away, crashing into a tree trunk behind her. Her once luscious body

was now pale and motionless.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to have escaped with my life. Little Red Cheese gently rubbed against my chest, a hint of apology even

in its eyes . Ha! You little rascal! Now you know I'm suffering, not enjoying a blessing!
I lay on the grass, spending a full half-hour before finally using my own internal energy to unblock the restricted Jianjing and

Huantiao acupoints. By the time I weakly got to my feet, the sun was already setting, bathing the entire Falling Horse Slope in golden light. I

took my bag from the horse, put on my clothes, and headed towards the dying Liehua Pink Butterfly.
The sound of the flute rises, the butterfly appears; a true man, do not linger.
I showed no lingering, and was even somewhat ruthless. This vixen, though as beautiful as

a peach blossom , was far less alluring than five thousand taels of gold. I am an assassin, one of the top assassins in the martial world.

Those who buy lives at the Life-Buying Pavilion have never shown mercy, not now, and never will.
[The End]

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