[The Progenitor of the Hehuan Sect] (Chapter 3: A Thousand Riders Roar at the Front, A Wax Spear Blasts Through the Women's Camp)

As mentioned earlier, just as Xiang Yin and Xiao Lian were at the peak of their encounter, the white-clad swordsman burst through the door, drew his sword,
and roared, "Die!" In a flash, a toilet, cleverly activated by a mechanism, flipped
over, pouring a mixture of yellowish liquid over him, soaking him completely.
Clumps of yellow substance clung to his hair and shoulders. The white-clad swordsman froze, seemingly unsure. He raised his hand
and sniffed again; a stench assaulted his nostrils, and his face instantly contorted into five different colors—even
more so than when he'd witnessed the young lady being violated.
Xiang Yin reacted immediately. A man wielding a gleaming white sword rushed in. Knowing the danger, Xiang Yin, naked from
the waist down, dashed out, smashing through the window and leaping out.
The yellow-clad swordsman, his face contorted in agony, roared, "Where do you think you're going?!" and gave chase, sword in hand.
The route Xiang Yin took was extremely familiar. There was a large osmanthus tree opposite the window. Xiang Yin climbed up the tree, slid
down, and disappeared after a few turns in the alley.
The swordsman in yellow leaped down the stairs and suddenly saw a man standing silently beside the osmanthus tree. This man was a disheveled old man
dressed as a pimp, with a small mustache on his face. The old man said, "Is this a place where you can come and
go as you please?" The old pimp stepped forward and struck out with his palm. A gust of wind swept across the swordsman's face. The swordsman in yellow
swung his sword to slash, but the old man shifted his feet, dodging to the swordsman's side. His palm followed his body, striking at the swordsman's arm.
The swordsman leaned forward, kicking the old pimp's lower body. A faint, unidentified object seemed to leap out. The old
pimp retreated violently, wiped his face, and sniffed it. A familiar stench filled the air. Enraged,
he said in a sarcastic tone, "You filthy scoundrel, what a fine defense! What a fine defense!" The man, disgusted and humiliated, turned green with embarrassment
. The two clashed, and excrement and urine flew everywhere, creating beautiful patterns in the alley, much to the delight of
the flowers and plants.
Xiang Yin, naked, darted left and right, running a long way before stopping to catch his breath. Against the wall of the alley
sat a little beggar, his clothes filthy and tattered, a cracked bowl at his feet. His dark
face had bright eyes that were fixed on the naked Xiang Yin. Suddenly, the beggar
laughed happily.
Xiang Yin was puzzled. Why would someone laugh so happily at seeing someone running naked? Was he happy to see someone even poorer than himself,
someone who couldn't even afford clothes? This kid didn't seem stupid, did he?
"So small!" "Fuck your mother!" Xiang Yin was furious. "Tch! Why would I be angry with a little brat like you?
Your mother was crying and begging me to sleep with her, and I kicked her away." "About the size of a small green worm, haha!"
Xiang Yin felt dizzy. Being mocked by a lowly beggar, he felt a surge of anger rising within him
. His penis was also aroused, and he really wanted to rush over and beat this despicable little beggar to a pulp!
Suddenly, a hand tightened around his neck like an iron clamp. This person was the steward from the former Prime Minister's mansion
. Situ Tu Shi was worried about the white-robed swordsman going alone to find his beloved daughter, so he called the steward over. The steward was
an old man in his sixties or seventies, dressed in prison clothes, but he looked like an honest and unassuming man. But
don't be fooled by his honest appearance. The old steward followed the white-clad swordsman into the Lihua Brothel. While the
swordsman was engaged with the brothel's experts, the steward dressed the young lady, picked her up, and followed Xiang Yin
to find the lecherous thief. Of course, he wouldn't just casually execute the thief who had insulted the young lady and himself.
He would capture him, torture the young lady to her heart's content first, and then make him wish he were dead!
Xiang Yin, his neck gripped by the old steward, felt dizzy and disoriented, his neck almost breaking,
unable to breathe, covered in a cold sweat, repeatedly banging on the door of hell. If the old steward hadn't been constantly watching over
him, he might have already become a lecherous ghost.
The old steward glided across the rooftops, heading straight for the west gate. Soon, he saw the towering gate.
Situ Tushi, perched atop the gate, peered into the city. Seeing the old steward arrive, he ordered, "Proceed!" The west gate swung open, and
hundreds of warriors descended from the city walls, their formation orderly, charging westward. The old steward used his agility to quickly catch up with
the procession and plunged into it.
After traveling a thousand meters, Situ Tushi said suspiciously, "Something's not right! The cunning emperor wouldn't react so slowly! Beware of
an ambush!" Suddenly, the north and south gates of Xiangchuan City swung open, and thousands of cavalrymen emerged, their ranks disciplined and
gradually accelerating. As they accelerated, their formation became arrowhead-like, like two arrows shooting towards the prisoners. Dust billowed, the earth
trembled, and thunder roared. Could these two-legged creatures possibly outrun four-legged ones?
The hundreds of martial artists were all highly skilled, with excellent stamina, and their speed was not far behind their horses. However,
the dark current was still slowly approaching, so the martial artists sped up, heading west at full speed. The fourth brother said to Tu Shi, "
The third brother is waiting for us on the other side of the mountain three miles ahead. He has hundreds of good horses. As long as we get there, we'll be safe
!" In this rapid pace, the strength of martial arts and agility were quickly revealed. Some martial artists gradually became exhausted and fell behind the group, while the old
steward, carrying two people, strolled around as if taking a leisurely walk, his breathing rate remaining constant. At this time, Miss Xiao Lian
had regained consciousness, looking at Xiang Yin with a hateful expression. She knew that this was a matter of life and death,
and did not disturb her father.
Xiang Yin finally caught his breath. The old steward was no longer carrying him by the neck. Xiang Yin also knew that
this was a matter of life and death. Ignoring his physical discomfort, his small eyes darted around rapidly.
Two dark streams drew near, revealing themselves to be entirely heavy cavalry, clad in full armor except for two bright
eyes peeking out from their helmets—human eyes and horse eyes. A heavy, deathly aura enveloped them, pressing down on their hearts.
Where iron cavalry passed, only a pile of mangled flesh remained. These warriors, unarmored,
would undoubtedly be reduced to a bloody pulp unless they possessed extraordinary abilities.
The group moved swiftly, and a small mountain came into view in the distance. Dust rose from its foot, and numerous black dots rushed towards them. The
fourth brother glanced at the scene and his face turned ashen. He exclaimed, "Light cavalry couldn't possibly produce such a cloud of dust! We've been ambushed!
The third brother is likely already dead!" At this critical moment, Situ Tu Shi roared, "...""Follow me to break through!" he said.
His prestige proved decisive at the crucial moment. A shiver ran through the crowd; wasn't death inevitable anyway?
Charge! Desperate times call for desperate measures; perhaps a few could break through.
Just then, in that moment of despair, Xiang Yin seized the opportunity, biting down with all his might on the old
steward's arm. The steward, in pain, flinched, and Xiang Yin rolled several times on the ground, landing just
outside the circle of hundreds of martial artists. Covered in dust with several scrapes, Xiang
Yin stood there like a helpless lamb, his naked body a stark contrast to the several-inch-thick iron armor. The iron horses galloped rapidly, and Xiang Yin seemed to be observing something. 　　Would a torrent of
iron cavalry give way to a lowly commoner like himself?
Like an elephant crossing the road, with ants blocking its way, the elephant said, "
Brother Ant, you go first, I'm not in a hurry." At this moment, Xiang Yin charged towards a dark current—two thousand five hundred men, two thousand
five hundred steeds, perfectly aligned, arrow-shaped, galloping towards them. Xiang Yin, his penis bare, watched the dark current approach—one thousand meters,
five hundred meters, four hundred meters! With the two thousand five hundred riders in front, Xiang Yin roared, "Save!!! Me!!!"
This arrow-shaped figurehead was a fierce general, riding a black dragon steed, wearing only light armor and no helmet, wielding an eight-
foot-long saber diagonally in one hand. She had short, spiky hair, large lips, and a prominent scar across her face that completely
ruined her beauty. Her eyebrows were thick, her eyes bright, and the muscles on her arms bulged high—this was a female warrior.
The female warrior spurred her black dragon steed, and the steed, understanding, charged forward. Xiang Yin galloped a few steps, then
charged towards Bao. The female warrior bent down, clamped her legs around the horse's neck, and scooped Xiang Yin into her arms. Xiang Yin collapsed into
her embrace, exhausted, and sincerely said, "Thank you, Mumu." "I promised you I'd bring you to watch me kill the enemy
!" Mumu took out a cloth belt from her waist and wrapped it around Xiang Yin's back. "Watch me kill the enemy!
" Xiang Yin hugged the strong Mumu, finally feeling a little safe.
In an instant, the black stream crashed into the group of warriors. Mumu took the lead, wielding her sword with both hands. With a loud shout,
she slashed, using the horse's momentum and the sword's force, instantly splitting a warrior in two.
Something red, white, and yellow splattered all over Mumu's body and Xiang Yin's face. Mumu swung her sword again,
smashing another man's head like a watermelon. Xiang Yin's eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
...
Xiang Yin woke up choked by the water. The room was simple, with a pointed cloth roof, clearly
inside a tent. Inside the tent was a large wooden tub, and clean, fragrant warm water had reached Xiang Yin's
chest. White mist swirled around the tub, and five people were sitting by it—five women.
"Sister Mu?" Sister Mu smiled, her lips pursed. "Sister saved your life, how will you
thank me?" "Please give your orders, Sister." "Good. Back then, I spent three hundred taels of silver to hire you, my top courtesan, to
open my virginity and give me a taste of paradise. Now I demand that you serve
my sisters well tonight. If anyone complains to me that you treat them badly, I will chop off your little pecker and feed it to the dogs." "
This humble one will do his best. May I ask how many sisters you command?" "Five thousand. Only two thousand five
hundred are going into battle today." Although Xiang Yin was in lukewarm water, a bead of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. "Sister Mu, won't this
take at least three months?" Sister Mu waved her hand and said, "It's alright." Xiang Yin's face immediately turned ashen, becoming a bitter gourd.
On the right sat a woman, her face fairly pretty, but her breasts were small, though her muscles were prominent, adding to her powerful
beauty. She said, "What's so good about this little brat? I really admire him, but he's as small as a worm.
" Sister Mu turned her head and said, "What do you know, you little virgin? Is a bigger penis always better? This is
the top courtesan of the Lihua Brothel, three hundred taels of silver for an appearance fee, guaranteed to make you feel like you're in heaven. I'll make the decision today and save you your
money." On the other side sat a round-faced woman, her muscles bulging, her arms as thick as other people's thighs,
her breasts probably half soft flesh and half muscle. She touched her small penis below and lewdly said,
"Come on, satisfy me first." Sister Mu pushed the round-faced woman away and said, "You little rascal, you'd better let your little penis
serve Ruoqiu first." Ruoqiu was the strategist among them, fair-skinned and quiet, not the muscular type
. The two older women were also fair-skinned and large. She had her head submerged in the water, and upon hearing this, jumped out of the tub, wrapped herself in a towel, and said
, "I don't need it." She lifted the curtain and went out.
The last female general also had a fierce look, with knife scars on her face, and sat silently by the tub.
Mutou stood up, carefully dried himself, and put on his formal attire. "The Emperor summoned me. I'll
return later to deal with him. Just leave him a breath." The three female generals replied in unison, "Yes." Mutou lifted the curtain and went
out. Two female soldiers stood straight on either side of the door. Mutou said, "Everyone is tired today. Tell them to
come and take a bath one by one. I've hired someone to serve them." The two female soldiers replied in unison, "Yes." ...Our tragic
protagonist, unfortunately, is about to be gang-raped...
(To be continued
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