【A Sentimental Journey Through the Martial World】(Leisurely Journey Through the Martial World) (1-5)

Chapter One: First Acquisition of the Sword Technique
On this continent called Shenzhou, it was like a large pancake that had fallen to the ground, already shattered into pieces. Imperial power
remained, but its authority and influence had vanished. Years of war against foreign tribes resulted in countless refugees,
all homeless. Some managed to survive peacefully in relatively calm cities, but the lucky
few were few and far between.
Besides war, natural disasters and man-made calamities followed one after another. Large numbers of bandits roamed the land, and the
situation in the martial arts world was extremely unstable. Not only had the "Blood Gang" replaced the former "Demon Sect" in the past ten years, but the "Demon Sect" itself showed
signs of resurgence. Furthermore, the various righteous factions vied for power, adding fuel to the fire of chaos.
Bai Feng was one of the luckier survivors. At the age of one, he was
adopted by Bai Yuan, the deputy leader of the Yangzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect, and from that moment on, he became an ordinary disciple of the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect was the largest sect in the martial arts world. Under the leadership of its leader
, Chang Sheng, the Beggars' Sect had become unprecedentedly powerful, boasting hundreds of thousands of members spread throughout the entire land. The Beggars'
Sect's ability to function effectively at this time relied on its tight structure. From the leader down, there was the Elders'
Council and the Eight Halls, further divided into various positions such as Inspectors, constantly cultivating new members and promising disciples. The Elders' Council and the Eight Halls
(Guardian Hall, Enforcement Hall, Intelligence Hall, Skill Transmission Hall, Records Hall, Alms Hall, White Lotus Hall, and External Affairs Hall) were closely
linked, working collaboratively in all matters, handling internal and external affairs fairly, and possessing accurate and rapid intelligence gathering. Therefore, it had always been regarded as the largest sect in the
Central Plains, wielding considerable influence.
He was born with a unique physique, possessing a red birthmark on each side of his eyelids, and his yang meridians were exceptionally strong
, making him ideal material for practicing masculine martial arts. Although his special abilities had been reported to the Hall of Records,
the Hall of Skill Transmission temporarily suspended the transmission of Yang-style martial arts, citing his "too young age." However, the leader and elders were already
aware of Bai Feng's existence, as he was the best candidate to learn the Beggars' Sect's signature martial art, the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms." Bai
Yuan and the branch leader, Zhao Zhengdan, both practiced Yin-style martial arts, and transmitting skills to Bai Feng might hinder his future. Therefore, they only taught him
lightness skills and free-fighting techniques. Bai Feng knew his physique was unusual and had no objections, though he was somewhat resentful.
This young man was naturally intelligent. Although he hadn't received formal training, he had already begun to accumulate merit for the sect at the age of ten, and at twelve, he
was officially promoted to a second-bag disciple and invited to join the Hall of Intelligence, becoming the youngest meritorious disciple there. Most disciples in the Beggars'
Sect were ordinary, and many meritorious disciples would be promoted to a first-bag junior disciple within a year of joining the sect. Those with great merit would be
promoted to a second-bag disciple. It was rare for someone as young as Bai Feng to become a second-bag disciple.
Today is Bai Feng's thirteenth birthday (counting from the day Bai Yuan adopted him), and he is
celebrating it in a special way. Yangzhou is famous for many things, including its beautiful women. In these times, many
families are broken, and many women, to make a living, resort to selling themselves or entering brothels. The talented become singers or
entertainers, while those desperate for money sell themselves as escorts. Although they sell their bodies, the rewards are quite substantial.
Furthermore, Yangzhou, being far from the battlefield and located near the Yangtze River, with Nanjing to the west and Lin'an to the south,
is an ideal environment for trade by both land and water. He is currently crouching outside a large house, the window slightly ajar, and
he is engrossed in watching something. If someone were to see him from afar, they wouldn't know what he's peeking at; but if someone
were to approach a few steps closer, they could tell what he's watching simply by listening.
"Good brother... harder... fuck... ah... fuck my little hole to death..."
The sounds of a woman's moans and a man's panting echoed from inside the room. Two naked bodies lay on the bed,
moving in a missionary position.
The man supported the woman's waist with one hand, placing one of her legs on his shoulder, while his other hand greedily kneaded her
breasts. As her breasts were deformed by the force, the man's lower body moved rapidly with a barely perceptible rhythm
. His dark penis glistened with each withdrawal, and her juices splattered, creating a highly stimulating scene.
Bai Feng, watching from outside the window, could see clearly that the man suddenly began to move his lower body rapidly, each impact producing
a "slap slap" sound, while the woman cried out in a wanton manner, "Ah ah... ouch!" This wasn't Bai Feng's first time spying, and
he knew things had reached a fever pitch. Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his collar, and his entire body was lifted up.
The person grabbed his back with one hand, spun and jumped until they reached a dilapidated temple at the corner of the city, before slamming Bai Feng to the ground
.
Bai Feng winced in pain, glaring mercilessly at the newcomer. It was a middle-aged man dressed as a beggar,
carrying four blue cloth bags—none other than Bai Yuan, the vice-leader of the Yangzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect and Bai Feng's adoptive father.
Bai Yuan glared at him too, saying, "Little brat, you're a nobody and you're already spying? Not very good!"
Bai Feng retorted, "Then you could have waited a couple more steps before catching me. I was going to watch anyway, so what difference would it make if I
watched it all?"
Bai Yuan exclaimed, "Hey! What kind of attitude is that?"
Bai Feng replied, "I was just celebrating my birthday, don't tell me you 'forgot' again!" "
Actually, Bai Yuan loved this child very much. He had no playmates or real relatives, and had been in contact
with a group of martial arts figures since childhood, so his personality was rather strange.
Don't be fooled by Bai Feng's cunning and lack of manners towards his adoptive father; he is actually a very kind person.
Otherwise, according to the Beggars' Sect's rules, 'insubordination and disrespect for superiors' would have made him suffer."
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Bai Yuan blamed himself for being careless and forgetting even his child's birthday. His tone softened, and
he said, "Even if it's a celebration, we can do something else. I'll go find your Uncle Zhao later. We just got back today,
so we'll celebrate properly for you tonight!"
Bai Feng sighed and said, "Never mind, it's not like it's the first time I've celebrated my birthday alone. Tell me,
what new mission do you have this time?"
Bai Yuan thought to himself, "This child has really suffered. If we had given him to a wealthy family to raise back then, he might have
had a better life."
After sighing for a while, he said seriously to Bai Feng, "That's right, this mission is very important. It's level two
intelligence. Gather as much information as possible as possible."
Bai Feng asked curiously, "Level two intelligence? The Beggars' Sect rarely issues level two intelligence. Has something major happened in the sect?"
The Beggars' Sect's intelligence department divides requested intelligence into five levels, with higher levels indicating greater influence or importance.
The lower the level, the more common the intelligence requests are at the fourth and fifth levels. Third-level intelligence is rare,
so the fact that a second-level request was issued this time is why Bai Feng had this suspicion.
Bai Yuan shook his head and said, "Have you ever heard of Dongfang Bubai, the martial arts prodigy from two hundred years ago, known as the number one swordsman in China
?"
Dongfang Bubai, originally named Dongfang Hongri, was a rare swordsmanship prodigy two hundred years ago. He was self-taught and
mastered swordsmanship by the age of eighteen, becoming invincible throughout Jiangbei. Masters from Shaolin, Wudang, and the Divine Sword Sect all fell to his
sword. Even the famous Wudang Zixiao Sword Sect leader, Wuyi Daoren, was no match for him in ten moves. His swordsmanship was unparalleled
.
By the age of twenty-two, he was invincible, so he traveled alone, hoping to find a worthy opponent. It is
said that he traveled to places like Japan, Baili, and even the Western Regions, but still found no opponent who could withstand ten moves. Unexpectedly
, upon returning to the Central Plains, he was defeated by a then-unknown Shaolin monk, Master Qiuyue. This martial monk was
a genius, proficient in the art of finger flicking, but he applied his skill to swordsmanship, transforming his finger into sword energy, thus breaking through
the limitations of swordsmanship.
After his defeat, Dongfang Hongri disappeared for ten years. He eventually comprehended the highest sword intent of using his finger as a sword, creating his own
sword technique. Unfortunately, Master Qiuyue had already passed away many years prior, and Dongfang Hongri was unable to reverse his defeat. Finally, he took his sword manual
and drowned himself in the river.
Bai Feng asked, "Is this intelligence request related to him?"
Bai Yuan nodded and said, "Last month, an earthquake struck Hebei, and a farmer discovered a sword manual. The news spread throughout the
martial arts world, and everyone wants it. If it falls into the hands of someone with ill intentions, it will cause a huge uproar
. The sword manual has already appeared, but its whereabouts are currently unknown. The Jinling branch received information that the manual might have been taken to the Yangzhou
area. Recently, many martial arts practitioners have been seen coming and going in the Yangzhou area. This time, we need to verify this information and keep a close
eye on the sword manual's location."
Seeing Bai Feng suddenly deep in thought, his eyes shining, Bai Yuan guessed he was plotting something bad and laughed, "You don't need
to think about it. You know everyone wants the sword manual. If people find out you have it or know its whereabouts, you're destined
to practice martial arts in hell." "!"
Bai Feng exclaimed, "Isn't that asking me to die? If I knew the whereabouts of the sword manual,
I might not even have a chance to celebrate my birthday next year!"
Bai Yuan laughed, "It's not necessary. This mission was given to you because you're young and unlikely to arouse suspicion
. Besides, you're extremely intelligent. You won't die, you won't die!"
Bai Feng said discontentedly, "Hmph! If I get the sword manual, I'll definitely steal it and practice on my own!"
Bai Yuan said, "You're just gathering information. But if you really get it, that's your luck.
If you're not killed, you can practice at your own pace. I won't stop you."
Bai Feng said, "Okay, you said it! And don't forget to celebrate with me tonight!"
Bai Yuan laughed, "Kid, I owe you!"
After parting ways with Bai Yuan, Bai Feng dressed up a little and left the dilapidated temple. Generally, Beggar Clan disciples don't
wear their cloth bags on the outside; they only show them during gatherings and actions. Their attire is usually tattered clothes, though
a few dress more elaborately, but they always wear old clothes underneath to show they "don't forget their roots."
Bai Feng wandered around the market several times, begging for a considerable amount of money, but receiving no news. However, the city was
bustling with many martial arts figures, making it feel more like a New Year's Eve celebration.
He met Bai Yuan at noon, and by the time he returned to the dilapidated temple, the sun had already set. Since he wouldn't get
any news at night anyway, he decided to go back to the temple and sleep. Little did he know that this single thought would later make him a martial arts
master; looking back, he always felt he had been very prescient. He
hadn't been asleep long when he was awakened by footsteps. The dilapidated temple turned out to be a local earth god temple; the wooden statue of the earth god
was supported by a large hollow wooden box. Behind the box was a large hole, large enough for Bai Feng to pass through—it was
inside that he had been sleeping. Through the cracks in the wooden planks, only a figure could be seen entering the
dilapidated temple. After
looking around for a while, the figure ran behind the wooden statue. Suddenly, something fell into Bai Feng's hiding place, and then the dark figure was seen walking out of the temple. Bai Feng slowly picked up the object and found it to be book-shaped. Recalling the person's suspicious behavior, could this
be the sword manual?
At this moment, more footsteps sounded outside, and one of them said, "Liu Sanbai, so you also want to monopolize the sword manual?
We, the Seven Eagles of Shandong, also want to study it with you!"
Liu Sanbai snorted and said, "Would our Nanshan Sect do such a thing? I've already said, I don't have any
sword manual, and even if I did, it wouldn't be your turn, you underworld figures."
Another person said, "Stop pretending. So what's in that iron box you have?"
Liu Sanbai laughed and said, "Haha! I don't need to explain to you seven little birds what I have!"
The first person who spoke up said, "Liu Sanbai, you'd better hand over the iron box to us obediently, and we can
study it together. Are you going to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit?"
Liu Sanbai laughed loudly again and said, "Fine, fine! I won't hold it against you, but I'll have to pay you less!"
With that, he threw the iron box high into the air and then used his lightness skill in the opposite direction, disappearing from sight in a few leaps
.
One of the Seven Eagles caught the iron box and immediately opened it. The others exclaimed, "Quick, after them!" Clearly,
the box was already empty; all seven had been outmaneuvered by Liu Sanbai.
Hearing no one outside, Bai Feng immediately picked up the book, ran to the corner of the wall, and pulled out a stone brick. He first
hid the book in the hole behind the brick, then restored it to its original position. Now that it was dark, and the ruined temple was already shrouded in darkness
, it was impossible to see anything. He then slowly walked out of the dilapidated temple.
He had only taken two steps when he was suddenly bumped into by a dark figure. The figure had clearly jumped in hastily and hadn't
noticed anyone inside. As a result, Bai Feng was knocked against the wall and cried out, "Ouch!"
The newcomer, not expecting anyone else to be there, immediately called out, "Who goes there?"
It turned out to be Liu Sanbai, who had returned, presumably to retrieve the sword manual. Bai Feng shouted, "Who goes there?
I was sleeping peacefully, and you woke me up again! Fine, I can't leave, what do you want? Speak up!"
Liu Sanbai, hearing the childish tone in Bai Feng's voice and seeing that he wasn't very tall, thinking he was a twelve or thirteen-year-old child,...
Relieved, he ignored it and hurried back behind the stone statue. Liu Sanbai searched for a while, even taking out a flint and
steel to start a fire, but still couldn't find the sword manual. His expression changed drastically, and he turned to look at Bai Feng, who was still lying on the ground, his face
now filled with murderous intent.
Suddenly, Liu Sanbai grabbed Bai Feng, his right hand gripping his throat, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is the sword manual?"
Bai Feng was struggling to breathe from the grip, and hurriedly grabbed Liu Sanbai's hand, pointing repeatedly to his mouth,
as if to say, "How can you talk while I'm being held like this?" Liu Sanbai asked several more times, but still received no response. Only then did he
realize that Bai Feng couldn't speak, so he loosened his grip on Bai Feng's right hand, but still held on tightly.
After taking several heavy breaths, Liu Sanbai knew he couldn't linger. He searched Bai Feng with his left hand
but found no trace of the sword manual. He roared, "Speak! Where did you put my sword manual? Tell me now, or
I'll kill you!"
Bai Feng, quick-witted and cunning, knew he had to feign fear. Tears streamed down his face, his body trembling, and he cried out
, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I...I really don't know! No...no!"
Bai Feng's act was more convincing than reality itself. Liu Sanbai thought, "A child of ten wouldn't lie, and he
doesn't have the sword manual on him. Could someone have gotten there first?"
Changing his tone, he gently comforted him, "Young man, I won't kill you, but you must tell your uncle
if anyone came in after I left."
Bai Feng still trembled, "I...I really don't know, it seems like three...three people came in."
Liu Sanbai thought for a moment. He had come in twice; there must have been another time? Someone really had gotten there first! Enraged
, Liu Sanbai no longer cared that the person in front of him was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. His grip tightened unconsciously, and he
shouted, "Who are you? Speak!"
Bai Feng's face turned from white to red, then from red to purple, but he still couldn't utter a word. Seeing that he still didn't respond
, Liu Sanbai realized that Bai Feng had already fainted.
Liu Sanbai threw Bai Feng hard to the ground, and Bai Feng cried out in pain. Just as Liu Sanbai was about to
press him further, the sound of several footsteps came from outside the temple. One of them, clearly noticing the commotion inside, shouted,
"Feng'er!"
Before Liu Sanbai could react, Bai Feng recognized the voice as Zhao Zhengdan's. He weakly cried out, "
Uncle Zhao, save me..." and then fainted.
The group outside were none other than Li Zhichuan, the leader, deputy leader, and executive officer of the Yangzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect. They were no ordinary
people; their internal energy had been honed to a level of perfection over decades. How could they not recognize Bai Feng's faint cries?
Just as the three were about to rush into the temple, a dark figure suddenly darted out, scattering a cloud of white powder.
The three quickly used their palm strikes to disperse the powder, but the figure had already used his lightness skill to leap dozens of feet away.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhengdan stopped the two who were about to chase after him, saying, "Don't chase! Saving Feng'er is
the priority!" With that, he led the way into the temple. The dark figure was Liu Sanbai. Although he couldn't see their faces, he
could still discern their tattered clothes in the moonlight, and their martial arts were superior to his own. He could easily tell they
were Beggars' Sect disciples. He picked up a handful of sand from the ground, flew out, and used it as poison sand. Sure enough, this attracted
the attention of the three, allowing him to escape successfully.
While not everyone in the world who knows martial arts is a member of the Beggars' Sect (Beggar Clan), unless they are specifically disguised as beggars,
the majority of Beggar Clan members still do not know martial arts, because the Beggar Clan's transmission of skills is very strict. The Beggar
Clan's Transmission Hall keeps a record of the disciples who know martial arts. As members of the Transmission Hall, they have an obligation to teach martial arts to the sect's disciples.
Once a qualified candidate is found, a member of the hall will teach them martial arts. The most commonly taught are Lotus Palm, Snake
Hand, and the Beggar Clan's Formation, all martial arts created by the sect's founders.
The selection process is also quite rigorous, generally based on a candidate's seniority, character, and potential. Only a very small
number of exceptionally talented individuals, such as Bai Feng, are considered for consideration. Therefore, there are not many martial arts practitioners in the Beggar Clan.
Every year, the Hall of Martial Arts Selection nominates dozens of suitable candidates, from which the Elders' Council makes the final decision.
The list of qualified candidates is then submitted to the Hall of Martial Arts Transmission. The Hall of Martial Arts Transmission gathers these candidates, observes them, and decides which members of the Hall will
provide one-on-one instruction in martial arts. This is called "disciple with martial arts skills."
Bai and Li entered the dilapidated temple and saw Bai Feng lying on the ground. They couldn't even feel Bai Feng breathing.
Bai Yuan's face immediately turned pale. Although Bai Feng was not related to him by blood, twelve years of living together had built
a deep bond (Bai Yuan had already adopted him when he was over one year old, so twelve years was correct!). He couldn't help but
cry out in pain, and tears streamed down his deeply wrinkled face.
Zhao Zhengdan stood up from beside Bai Feng and laughed at Bai and Li, "What are you crying about! He's not dead."
The two asked in unison, "What?"
Bai Yuan reacted faster, grabbing Bai Feng's hand and feeling it for a while, then bursting into laughter, muttering
, "He's alright... he's alright..."
Zhao Zhengdan said, "He was very weak, but luckily we saved him quickly. I just channeled some true energy to protect his
heart meridian, and he'll recover after a couple of days of rest."
Li Zhichuan said, "That person was so hateful."
Suddenly remembering something, he said, "Feng'er didn't offend anyone, could it be that he saw something he shouldn't have?"
Zhao Zhengdan nodded, "That's possible. Brother Li, pass on my order for all disciples to be on alert, closely monitoring
news in the city, and to report any news immediately!"
Li Zhichuan bowed and said, "Your subordinate obeys."
The two put Bai Feng down and stayed by his side. After a while, Bai Feng woke up. He opened his eyes and immediately
saw Zhao Zhengdan and his adoptive father Bai Yuan beside him. He weakly called out twice. Seeing that he was awake, Zhao Zhengdan
quickly took his pulse, while Bai Yuan gently stroked his forehead and asked him in a warm voice. This warmed Bai Feng's heart, and
he thought, "True fatherly love is nothing more than this."
Zhao Zhengdan smiled and said, "Feng'er, you are still very weak. Get some sleep first, and we can talk about it tomorrow!"
Bai Feng said, "I'm fine, I'm much better now. Ah! That person just now..."
Bai Yuan said angrily, "Hmph! That person not only used despicable methods, but he didn't even spare a child. He got
away this time, but next time he will definitely not let him get away with it."
Bai Feng said, "I just heard that person was called something like Liu Sanbai, and also something about the Seven Eagles..."
Zhao Zhengdan asked in surprise, "Could it be Liu Sanbai of the Nanshan Sect and the Seven Eagles of Shandong?"
Seeing Bai Feng nod, he continued, "Let's forget about the Seven Eagles of Shandong. The Nanshan Sect is always a reputable sect, and this
Liu Sanbai is quite famous. I didn't expect him to act like this!"
Bai Yuan also wanted to know what had just happened, so he asked, "Feng'er, how did you encounter them?"
Bai Feng slowly recounted the story. Of course, the new version was that a "mysterious person" took the item, and then Liu Sanbai returned
, resulting in what just happened.
The "mysterious person" did exist, but this person was none other than Bai Feng himself. Anyway, Bai
Feng was the only witness, and no one would believe that a child would have any ambition.
Just then, Li Zhichuan returned, and Bai Yuan told him the same thing. Zhao Zhengdan thought for a moment and said, "Now
that someone of unknown identity has taken the sword manual, the clues are probably lost. We should report this to the intelligence
hall first. That mysterious person acts shadyly and is probably not an upright person. We should keep an eye on suspicious people."
Looking back at Bai Feng on the ground, he realized that Bai Feng had fallen asleep again. Zhao Zhengdan laughed and said, "This kid
, it seems we'll have to celebrate with him in a few days!"
Chapter Two: First Experience
Two days later, Bai Feng was finally able to move freely. He had been heartbroken these past two days. He had obtained
the secret manual, but had no opportunity to practice it. He finally understood what "heart burning with anxiety" meant. However,
the days after waking up were even more difficult, because many martial arts practitioners were still gathered in the city. Rumors circulated that the sword manual was still in Yangzhou City, and
Zhao Zhengdan and Bai Yuan were often by his side. This was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire and making him die even faster!
Seven days had finally passed, and Zhao, Bai, and the others had suddenly left Yangzhou City. It turned out that two days ago,
more than ten giant corpses were discovered ten miles outside the city, all killed with a single palm strike, their deaths remarkably similar to the Demonic Sect's "Soul-Summoning Palm." Rumors circulated that the sword
manual had been seized by the Demonic Sect, so everyone rushed out of the city in pursuit. Before leaving, they instructed Bai Feng to rest well
, which pleased him.
The book, titled "Heavenly Gang Sword Manual," was only about thirty pages long. The first two pages were entirely text. Bai Feng, not
very literate, glanced at them and, while not fully understanding, grasped the general idea of things unrelated to martial arts. Turning the pages further, Bai Feng
became excited. If the sword manual had been mostly text, he certainly wouldn't have understood it, rendering it useless
. Unexpectedly, the later pages were filled with human figures. The manual contained methods of practice and different postures, with
some lines indicating the methods of execution. There were also some acupoint names besides these, which Bai Feng, having learned grappling techniques, could easily decipher.
The Heavenly Gang Sword Manual has twenty-four forms, but it's not actually a sword technique. More accurately, it's
a martial art similar to "One-Finger Divine Skill" or "One-Finger Zen," where powerful internal energy is channeled to the fingertips to unleash attacks, capable of killing or injuring enemies from ten paces away.
This sword manual has absolutely no relation to the martial arts created by Dongfang Bubai, and it doesn't even have anything to do with "swords."
The origin of the Heavenly Gang Sword Manual will be revealed later; there will be more stories to tell then.
Therefore, Bai Feng would sit quietly in a high place every morning and noon, absorbing
the most yang energy from the sun through the Baihui acupoint on his head, channeling it into his Dantian. After a year, he had indeed accumulated a basic level of internal energy and even
opened the Du Meridian and Mingmen Gate, directly connecting to the Ren Meridian. Originally, the Heavenly Gang Sword Manual was just a sword technique without any method for cultivating internal energy . However, to complete the manual, the ancients borrowed the Wudang School's Yang-Gathering Skill, which 　　allows one to rapidly increase internal strength
by absorbing the sun's essence . 　　Bai Feng possessed extraordinary Yang meridians, making his meridians naturally strong. Practicing the Yang-Gathering Technique was twice as effective, 　　allowing him to break through the first barrier in just one year, significantly shortening the original three-year timeframe. Another year passed, and his true energy had accumulated considerably 　　, gradually showing signs of manifesting outwards. This aroused the suspicion of Zhao, Bai, and others, who questioned Bai Feng repeatedly. 　　However, everyone knew that Bai Feng hadn't been approved by the Transmission Hall to practice martial arts, nor had anyone taught him any Yang-based martial arts; they simply thought he 　　was growing up and more energetic than before. 　　One day, Bai Feng hid alone in a dilapidated temple, pondering his recent situation. He had been practicing internal energy cultivation for two 　　years, and according to the book, his true energy should be able to break through the Purple Palace Barrier. However, after many days of attempts, he still couldn't achieve this. 　　Although he had memorized the sword manual, if he couldn't open the Ren and Du meridians, he would no longer be able to practice sword techniques. 　　Recently, Bai Feng had been practicing diligently, absorbing twice as much true energy as before, and his true energy had increased many times over. 　　However, he was constantly burning up, which, combined with the summer heat, made it even more unbearable. What worried him most was his little 　　brother. Whenever his yang energy was at its peak, it would seem to be sensing something and tilt back towards the sky. Imagining a six- or seven-inch-long 　　object rising, his lust gradually became uncontrollable. However, Bai Feng himself did not know that he was approaching the period of his inner demons. 　　Suddenly, a clear voice called out from outside the temple. Recognizing the owner of the voice, Bai Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. 　　"Little Feng! The weather is so nice today! You said you'd come play with me today!" 　　The person who came was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a light blue plain dress. She looked very pure and lovely, 　　and her fair skin didn't quite match her status. This girl was named Ni Sujing, a female disciple of the White Lotus Hall of the Beggars' Sect. She had been transferred from the Kaifeng branch a year ago 　　and, like Bai Feng, was a second-bag disciple. 　　It turns out that the story of Bai Feng at the dilapidated temple years ago has spread. It's said that Bai Feng fought against gangsters, 　　and although he couldn't retain the sword manual, his courage and strength were commendable for his young age. Moreover, he possessed extraordinary meridians, leading many Beggar Clan members to hail him as a 　　rising star of the Beggar Clan. 　　Ni Sujing was the only daughter of a general in the imperial court. Her father was ostracized by the pro-peace faction, resulting in the destruction of her family 　　. The Beggar Clan adopted her when she was only five years old. Ni Sujing was intelligent and studious from a young age, possessing exceptional talent. At ten, she 　　received private instruction from Feng Shuang, the leader of the White Lotus Hall, who also became her disciple. She had already mastered martial arts such as the Lotus Palm, the Swimming Dragon Palm, and the Threaded Snake Hand 　　. Under Feng Shuang's tutelage, her martial arts skills improved rapidly, and her swordsmanship reached the level of a second-rate master in the martial arts world. 　　Ni Sujing, having heard of a rising star in Yangzhou even younger than herself, and driven by her competitive spirit, applied to be transferred to check 　　on him. However, she discovered that this rising star not only lacked martial arts skills but hadn't received formal instruction in internal energy cultivation. Curious, she 　　began to pester him constantly. 　　Bai Feng sighed inwardly. The sun was shining brightly today, the perfect time to practice internal energy cultivation. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, 　　he kept thinking of ways to escape. Actually, Bai Feng was quite happy to have another playmate, especially one who looked exactly like him.

A pretty young girl, plus... young people are full of vigor and in the prime of their youth, so it's inevitable that they'll have some wild thoughts. However,
every time Bai Feng gets close to Ni Sujing, his yang energy seems to be sensed, and his little brother immediately rises to pay homage, making Bai Feng
start to want to escape.
Seeing that he glanced at her twice and then shook his head violently, Ni Sujing couldn't help but get a little angry. She scolded, "Hey!
I'm a girl, you know. I'm only asking you to play with me because I think highly of you. I'm not forcing you. Why don't you agree?"
Bai Feng quickly replied, "How could I dare! It's just... um! Sister Jing, it's just that it's too hot today. I'm
not feeling well."
Ni Sujing was relieved and chuckled, "I thought you were trying to avoid me! How come you get sick so easily?
Come here, let me see if you have a fever."
Without waiting for Bai Feng's response, she walked over and placed her jade-like hand on Bai Feng's forehead. After a while, she said, "It's nothing
! You... what's wrong?"
It turned out that it was the hour of Chen in the morning, when the yang energy was relatively weak. Bai Feng's yang energy suddenly began to surge,
and he couldn't move. Feeling Ni Sujing's girlish aura up close, his yang energy became even more uncontrollable.
The true energy in his dantian surged uncontrollably throughout his body, splitting into twelve streams that flowed throughout his entire body.
At this moment, Ni Sujing saw that Bai Feng's whole body was red and extremely hot to the touch, as if he had gone mad.
Having no experience with this, she quickly tried to imitate others, activating her own yin-type true energy and pressing her hands on Bai Feng's acupoints, specifically the Danzhong and Qihai points. However,
as soon as she activated her true energy, she was immediately repelled by an unusually strong yang-type true energy. She felt a sweet taste in her throat, spat out a
mouthful of blood, and fainted.
Although Ni Sujing's method was wrong, she unknowingly saved Bai Feng's life. The twelve streams of true energy in Bai Feng's body
were distributed through the twelve meridians, but had no opportunity to combine. Suddenly, two streams of yin-type true energy came from the Ren meridian
, and the twelve streams of true energy converged again at the Ren meridian. The two streams of true energy flowed downwards, through the perineum, through the central meridian, and then gathered at the Baihui point, instantly breaking
through the Zigong acupoint. Thus, the two barriers were opened, and the true energy returned to the dantian and calmed down.
Bai Feng had just returned from the brink of death, and his body temperature had returned to normal. After circulating his internal energy for a small cycle, he discovered that
he had not only broken through the second barrier, but also absorbed a lot of essence due to the continuous circulation of true energy. Combined with
the undigested true energy of the sun that he had gathered in the past few days, his internal strength had increased more than tenfold.
This requires the cooperation of several factors. The Yang-Gathering Technique originally did not have this miraculous effect, but the improvement by
the senior master of the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique placed the absorption point at Baihui (GV20), which can directly absorb most of the true qi. Secondly, Bai Feng has been practicing for two years
without interruption, and recently he has been twice as diligent and active, storing a large amount of unconverted true qi in his body. Thirdly,
it is related to his innate extraordinary Yang meridians, which are wider and flow faster than ordinary people. After the true qi circulates wildly, they expand even more
, instantly accommodating the unconverted true qi. Fourthly, it is
related to the true qi hidden in his body and Ni Sujing's true qi. "Isolated yin cannot produce, solitary yang cannot grow." The true qi that Zhao Zhengdan used to protect his heart and Ni Sujing's true qi both
belong to "yin." When Bai Feng was in a state of demonic possession, it played a role, guiding the yang qi in his body onto the right path.
After being dissolved, it increased his internal strength. This is the principle of "gathering yin to supplement yang."
When Bai Feng opened his eyes, he suddenly felt a soft, cool body lying on top of him. It was Ni
Sujing. Looking closely at her face, he noticed a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Recalling the two chilling bursts of true energy he
had just witnessed, he understood the general situation. He gently lifted Ni Sujing's body and laid her softly on a cleaner patch of ground.
He then lay down beside her, quietly gazing at her lovely face. Gradually, a strange
feeling welled up inside Bai Feng. He realized he wanted to do something, and immediately acted on it, unable to resist kissing Ni Sujing's
lips. Normally, such a desire to take advantage of someone in distress was unacceptable, and traditional teachings made Bai Feng feel it was wrong. But if
she didn't know, a light kiss wouldn't be a problem, right? That's what Bai Feng thought.
But when the kiss landed, the sweet, soft sensation made him linger, completely unwilling
to leave. He even closed his eyes, wholeheartedly enjoying the warmth emanating from her. After a long while, seeing that she still hadn't woken up
, greed led him to kiss her again. Feeling Ni Sujing's suddenly quickened breathing, Bai Feng himself lost himself.
Naturally, he extended his tongue, gently licking her thin, red lips, and involuntarily slipped his tongue into her small
mouth. With little resistance, he successfully pried open her teeth and wrapped it around her delicate tongue.
This deep kiss wasn't as calm as he had imagined. Bai Feng clearly felt Ni Sujing's body suddenly tremble, and
a low moan escaped her throat. Bai Feng opened his eyes wide and saw a blushing face, her eyes
tightly closed, avoiding his gaze. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness, making her look incredibly cute.
At this moment, both of them were blank, the man from nervousness, the woman from shyness. After a long while,
"You..." "I..." they both spoke at the same time, but then fell silent again.
Since she was already awake, the thought "I don't care anymore!" fell to his mind, and Bai Feng kissed her again,
this time more directly, more passionately, more openly... Before Ni Sujing could react, Bai Feng's lips sealed
hers. Her small hands instinctively tried to push away the masculine body, but when she absorbed his intense
masculine scent, all her strength seemed to be drained, leaving her powerless.
Ni Sujing was unaware that this action had ignited Bai Feng's primal male desire. His right hand slowly began to climb up her
breasts. Ni Sujing hadn't expected Bai Feng to be so direct, but her mind was blank.
Although Bai Feng's movements were clumsy, his trembling hand gently kneaded and gripped, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her. She hadn't expected her body
to react so directly and quickly; she only wanted the feeling to continue. It felt so good, and she ignored Bai Feng as he
removed her clothes one by one.
Facing the crystal-clear body of the young girl before him, Bai Feng's gaze shifted from lust to appreciation. Having had many
experiences of peeping, he always thought he had a good grasp of the situation and wouldn't be flustered when the opportunity arose. However, on his first time,
he was captivated by Ni Sujing. The well-proportioned breasts on her beautiful figure, with two rosy nipples
trembling slightly due to her body's tension, seemed to beckon her to taste them. Below that was her flat abdomen,
smooth to the touch. Crossing the grassland, she gradually moved to the end, where the grass and trees were fragrant and the clouds and water were beautiful.
The owner of the petals couldn't bear the heat from the strange hand, nor could she bear his teasing of her virgin territory. She
gripped Bai Feng tightly with one hand, while pressing down on his mischievous right hand with the other, feigning resistance. Bai Feng ignored her hands,
bending down to take her breasts into his mouth. His tongue skillfully circled and gently bit the rosy nipples, while his right hand
pressed lightly against her vulva, eliciting a gentle flow of spring water.
His large mouth kissed her wantonly, from left to right, then from right to left, the occasional light bites causing her to moan involuntarily
. She felt his strong, long legs relax, and the battlefield immediately shifted from the high ground to the plains. Bai Feng's body
slowly moved to Ni Sujing's lower body, and with a slight effort, he spread her legs, revealing her entire cleavage.
Ni Sujing realized that even she hadn't carefully examined this place, and now it was all in the eyes of this man. Even though
she already harbored some feelings for him, she couldn't help but feel deeply ashamed, her pristine whiteness replaced by red.
Seeing this, Bai Feng was overjoyed. Since the beauty didn't resist, he boldly kissed her vulva.
Stimulated by the sudden sensation, Ni Sujing naturally let out a soft "hmm." Bai Feng further parted the petals, revealing
a bright pearl at the base of her vulva. Curious, he reached out and gently touched it, noticing her body tremble violently. Knowing it was her
sensitive spot, a childlike instinct surfaced, and he opened his mouth and began circling his tongue around that pearl.
It was unclear what the sensation was, but Ni Sujing kept murmuring "no," though her expression showed extreme pleasure.
Bai Feng ignored her and continued to lick her. After a few strokes, she let out soft moans. Her vulva had already become
a swamp. With a low cry and a tremor, Ni Sujing reached her first orgasm.
Bai Feng, still unsatisfied after his first taste, lay on top of her, their eyes locked, both filled
with lust. He gently supported himself with one hand, his erection instinctively pointing towards her flower path. Ni Sujing felt
the heat pressing against her lower body, a tingling sensation spreading through her. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she pressed her hands against Bai Feng's
chest, seemingly trying to stop him from taking any further action.
Bai Feng thought she was going to refuse, but Ni Sujing said softly, "I..."
Bai Feng said, "You don't want to?"
Ni Sujing shook her head and said, "No! It's just... just my first time. I don't want you to think I'm that kind of...
that kind of lowly woman."
Bai Feng understood and was overjoyed. He looked at her with loving eyes and said, "Jing'er, I really like you . Don't worry,
leave it to me!"
Hearing his serious confession, Ni Sujing's heart calmed down. She nodded shyly and happily and said, "Okay!"
Having received her complete permission, Bai Feng had no scruples and thrust hard. "Ugh! It hurts!" Ni Sujing
felt the tearing pain in her lower body. However, Bai Feng did not expect her vagina to be so tight. His penis could only enter an inch.
Bai Feng's big hands once again wantonly played with her breasts. His penis slowly moved from this depth. Ni Sujing slowly
got used to the feeling, so Bai Feng thrust hard again without any mercy.
If the first time was painful, this time it was excruciating. His penis pierced through the hymen, and her eyelashes were deeply
pierced by the hard object. The tearing pain had nowhere to go, so she could only grip Bai Feng tightly with both hands and bite his shoulder deeply
.
Bai Feng had heard that a girl's first time was very painful, but he hadn't expected her reaction to be so intense. He immediately
stopped thrusting and kissed her earlobe again, constantly comforting her. After a while, Bai Feng tentatively moved
a couple of times. Seeing that her brow had already relaxed and she had adjusted to his penis, he slowly began to thrust again.
This time, the two truly began to experience the pleasure of intercourse. Not only did the jade flute give her
waves of pleasure, but each time it was played, it brought out a large amount of nectar. The "slap
slap" sound of their lower bodies colliding made them even more joyful. The alluring moans emanating from the girl's throat were an expression of her excitement, which
made Bai Feng thrust even harder.
The girl's still-developing body, under Bai Feng's relentless thrusts, created wave after wave of pleasure, making him unable to resist
lowering his head and pressing his entire body against Ni Sujing's. His hands kneaded her breasts with even more force, his tongue tirelessly
circling the tips, coordinating with the sudden, forceful thrusts of his lower body. How could she endure this? Ni Sujing's body
tensed as Bai Feng pushed her to her peak.
Her saliva, mixed with her vaginal fluids, rained down on his yang energy. This was something she had never dreamed of—it was so wonderful. Bai
Feng also ejaculated his first proper yang essence within her, leaving both of them feeling lightheaded at the height of their climax, both
going limp, reaching the highest peak of their passion.
Chapter 3: First Steps into the World
After the storm, the blush on Ni Sujing's body hadn't faded. She lay quietly in Bai Feng's arms, her eyes filled with complex
emotions as she stared at him, her mind in turmoil. What had she just been doing? Why hadn't she rejected him?
Did she really like this person, even giving herself to him? Did he truly have feelings for her?
What if he was just playing around? The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and tears involuntarily
streamed down her face.
In ancient times, the separation of men and women was very strict. Although the social atmosphere was relatively open during the Tang Dynasty, it reverted to its traditional conservatism afterward.
Those who committed adultery before marriage were generally sentenced to hanging, and even catching them in the act of adultery
in private was a form of vigilante justice.
Most wealthy women spent long periods of time hiding at home, avoiding contact with others—the so-called "not leaving their boudoirs for three steps."
Their chastity was strictly observed. Bai Juyi's poem says, "The Yang family has a daughter who has just come of age, raised in the deep boudoir, unknown to the world."
There is also a type of "boudoir lament poem," describing the life of women in their boudoirs; one can imagine the life of a "boudoir girl" at that time
.
Although there are many women like Ni Sujing who have weathered the storms of life, deeply ingrained societal beliefs
cannot be easily replaced. That's why she harbors these thoughts; perhaps deep down, she simply hopes Bai Feng
will give her a simple promise.
Bai Feng, who had been savoring the pleasure of their recent encounter, suddenly heard a soft sob from the woman in his arms. He quickly asked,
"What's wrong? Are you still in pain?"
Ni Sujing simply shook her head. Bai Feng continued, "Then… is it because I was too impulsive?"
She still shook her head. Now Bai Feng panicked, quickly pulling her close and asking,
"Does she hate me?"
She didn't answer, nor did she shake her head; only in her heart did she think, "Should I hate him?"
Seeing Bai Feng's anxious expression and feeling the warmth of their bodies touching, she pressed her hands against him and whispered, "I need
a guarantee!"
Hearing Ni Sujing speak, Bai Feng hurriedly asked, "What guarantee?"
Seemingly surprised that Bai Feng didn't understand the meaning, the tears she had just stopped flowing again, and she sobbed
, "Don't you understand? We've already...we've already had this relationship, what should I do?"
Bai Feng suddenly realized, gently kissed her lips, and said softly, "Oh! My dear Jing'er, we're
still young. In a couple of years, I'll definitely tell my adoptive father and wet nurse, and marry you, okay? You know I
don't have any other women around me, and I wouldn't dare to be without one in the future. " "It's a deal, but I'll never betray you, Grandma!"
Sure enough, Ni Sujing felt a weight lifted from her heart upon hearing this, but she said, "Fine! You said it!
I don't care how many women you have in the future, but if you dare betray me, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and kill you with my own hands!"
She paused, then pouted before Bai Feng could speak, "And what's with all this 'Jing'er, Jing'er'?
I'm older than you, you should call me 'Sister'!"
Bai Feng chuckled, "Jing'er... Jing'er, it sounds nice. You're my little woman, so
of course I'll call you that!"
Jing'er protested, "What do you mean, 'your little woman'?!" She lightly punched his chest
a few times, acting coquettishly.
A young boy experiencing his first sexual encounter is always unsatisfied, especially when holding a girl as white as snow in his arms.
Seeing Ni Sujing's coquettish appearance, her eyes brimming with desire, Bai Feng's little brother immediately rose, ready for action. With a swift movement, he
pinned her beneath him, saying, "Trying to murder your future husband? Watch how I punish you!"
"Ah, no..." Summer turned to spring again in the dilapidated temple. Having experienced
the pleasures of intimacy for the first time, and with Bai Feng's assurance, Jing'er felt no more lingering attachments. She awkwardly swayed her hips, occasionally letting out alluring moans of pleasure.
Bai Feng, too, savored each moment of pleasure more carefully. Watching the beauty beneath him writhe in ecstasy, the ethereal
sounds emanating from her throat, he forgot everything else, his eyes fixed solely on himself and Jing'er.
This time, the two embraced, it was already noon. Unbeknownst to them, they had been passionately indulging for over an hour,
recalling it with a particularly sweet feeling. Seeing the swollen, red valley, Bai Feng realized he had gone a little too far.
He glanced at Jing'er with a hint of apology. Jing'er, being clever, immediately understood his meaning, her face flushing with embarrassment, but her heart
felt sweet with gratitude for Bai Feng's concern.
After a long while, Bai Feng stood up and gathered their clothes scattered to the side. Jing'er, who had just stood up, suddenly felt
a sharp pain in her lower body and weakly sat back down, a tear falling from her eye. She glared at Bai Feng angrily and said, "It's all your fault
! I told you I didn't want it, but you still..."
Bai Feng smiled and said, "Even if I wanted it, I needed your cooperation. Why are you blaming me?"
He then took out a piece of cloth and gently cleaned Jing'er's lower body, before helping her dress and tidying himself.
Seeing this, Jing'er had nothing to say and accepted Bai Feng's gentleness with acceptance.
The two sat back down at their seats, and Bai Feng whispered sweet nothings in Jing'er's ear, words he had learned from his many eavesdropping encounters
. They were mostly compliments, which pleased Jing'er, who smiled broadly. Bai Feng continued his effusive praise,
sometimes going too far and earning a glare and a stern remark from Jing'er. For a moment, the two
were very intimate.
Suddenly, two people entered—Zhao Zhengdan and Bai Yuan. Startled, Bai Feng and Bai Yuan jumped up, but
Jing'er hadn't recovered quickly enough; she felt a throbbing pain as soon as she stood. Bai Feng, helpless, had to help her up. Ni Sujing noticed
the strange smiles on Zhao and Bai's faces. They hadn't initially thought much of the two's close relationship when they entered, but noticing Jing'er
's trembling legs and the disarray at the table, the two worldly-wise individuals, experienced in the ways of the world,
understood the situation perfectly. Bai Feng understood, so he could only let the shy Jing'er hide behind him,
unsure of where to begin.
Zhao Zhengdan stared at Bai Feng for a moment, coughed twice, and said, "Feng'er, you should tell the truth!"
Bai Feng thought he was referring to his relationship with Jing'er, and even Jing'er felt embarrassed, thinking, "Why is
Uncle Zhao so direct!"
Bai Feng held Jing'er's hand, pulled her into his arms, and said earnestly, "I will definitely treat Jing'er well in the future,
Uncle Zhao, don't worry!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhengdan said, "Hmm! I'll settle this matter with you later! I'm talking about your martial arts skills!"
"Tell me quickly!" Bai Yuan and Jing'er shouted at the same time.
Bai Feng laughed, "What martial arts?! My martial arts are what you all taught me."
Jing'er didn't help him this time, and interjected, "No, you almost suffered a qi deviation just now, and I was even
knocked unconscious by your internal energy!"
Looking at Bai Yuan's strange expression, Bai Feng said guiltily, "It's not what you think!" He
turned his gaze to Jing'er, who thought, "You should also give a proper explanation, anyway, the truth is pretty much the same!"
Ignoring Bai Feng's plea for help, and leisurely watching the show, Bai Feng glared at her fiercely, sighed softly, and slowly
recounted the truth of that day two years ago, as well as his situation of secretly practicing the sword manual during those two years. Finally, he took out the sword manual and handed it to
Zhao Zhengdan.
After hearing the whole story, the two men laughed instead of getting angry. Bai Yuan laughed and said, "We knew you, you little rascal, had been secretly
practicing with the secret manual!"
Bai Feng exclaimed, "What? You...you knew all along?"
Zhao Zhengdan said, "Yes, we were suspicious at first, but seeing your rapid progress and your
increasing yang energy, we figured it was beneficial and harmless, so we didn't stop you. Don't you think you've had a lot of free time these past two years?"
Bai Feng said incredulously, "You've really made my life miserable! You made me secretly practice every day!"
Zhao Zhengdan looked at a few pages, then took Bai Feng's right hand, held it tightly to his pulse point, and secretly channeled some true energy to test
Bai Feng's internal strength before letting go after a long time.
Bai Yuan asked nervously, "How is it?"
Zhao Zhengdan directly asked Bai Feng about the matter of going into qi deviation, and Bai Feng explained it to him. Zhao Zhengdan said happily, "I
never thought that Feng'er would benefit from this misfortune!"
He then expressed his thoughts, and everyone was delighted. Zhao Zhengdan said to Bai Yuan, "Feng'er's internal energy is not only
strong and powerful now, but its purity is even greater than ours. I think he can master the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms without any difficulty."
Bai Yuan asked in surprise, "Is Dongfang Bubai's sword technique really that powerful?"
Zhao Zhengdan shook his head and said, "It's not Dongfang Bubai. Look at what the sword manual says."
It turned out that the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique was only a part of the Heavenly Gang Divine Skill, created over a hundred years ago by an unnamed senior of the Tianshan Sword Sect .
It was a martial art improved from the "One Finger Zen Skill." Although Bai Feng's training was still in its early stages,
it laid a solid foundation for his future cultivation of the "Heaven and Earth Divine Travel," making him an absolute top master in the martial arts world.
Ni Sujing was even more pleased after hearing this. After all, she was already his woman, and the more powerful Bai Feng's martial arts became, the
happier she was for him. After reading it, Bai Yuan said to Bai Feng, "Since learning the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique won't harm you much, you don't need
to practice it secretly anymore. However, this sword manual is also a
problem."
Zhao Zhengdan asked, "Feng'er, have you thoroughly studied the sword manual?"
Bai Feng nodded, and he continued, "It's better to destroy the sword manual after you finish studying it. If such a superior martial art
falls into the hands of villains, the martial world will likely be in turmoil again."
Seeing Bai Feng nod fearfully, Bai Yuan smiled and said, "Alright, let's leave it at that! However..."
His gaze kept falling on Bai Feng and Ni Sujing. Seeing this, Zhao Zhengdan asked coldly, "We've always
taught you to act with integrity. Do you know you've made a mistake?"
Bai Feng hurriedly explained, "Oh dear! How could Feng'er forget your teachings! The truth is not..."
Before he could finish speaking, with a "thud," Jing'er knelt down, pitifully saying, "Please, uncles..."
"Uncle, I'll stand up for Jing'er!"
she cried, pointing at Bai Feng. "He...he betrayed me!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Feng was shocked and shouted, "Whoa! Don't listen to her, the truth is..."
Ni Sujing interrupted him again, sobbing, "He already...he already...do you want to renege on your debt?"
Bai Feng had just seen a sly glint in Jing'er's tearful eyes and was waiting for an explanation when Bai Yuan slapped
him hard, yelling, "You brat! What do you want! If you don't give me a good answer,
I'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Zhengdan saw it clearly and secretly laughed. He helped Jing'er up and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll stand up for you!"
Then he gave Jing'er a disdainful look. Jing'er understood and quickly pretended to cry, "What if he doesn't want me?
I...I'd rather drown myself!"
Ni Sujing's acting was so convincing, her tone so pitiful, it was heartbreaking to hear.
Bai Feng didn't think that way. Seeing the fierce glint in their eyes and Jing'er's smug expression, he had no choice but to admit defeat,
shouting, "If I, Bai Feng, ever betray Jing'er in my lifetime, may I die a horrible death!"
Bai Yuan then added, "If you betray Jing'er, I'll personally cripple you!"
His gaze shifted to Bai Feng's lower body, leaving Bai Feng pale-faced. The three (except Bai Feng) then briefly
discussed communicating with Master Feng. Bai Feng could only lament his bad luck in choosing the wrong people.
Time flies, and half a year has passed since then. During these six months, Bai Feng's progress can be
described as "rapid." Zhao Zhengdan and Bai Yuan gave him extra lessons, secretly
imparting many internal energy cultivation methods and combat techniques to him. Ni Sujing also secretly taught him the Beggar Clan martial arts she knew—of course, only
the two of them thought it was "secret"!
However, Bai Feng's internal strength hadn't improved much in the past six months. While
he still held a slight advantage in one-on-one battles against Zhao and Bai, if he used the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique, even the three of them combined were
overwhelmed and barely managed to defeat him.
This made Bai Feng even more eager to learn martial arts, determined to find the complete Heavenly Gang Divine Skill and become
the number one in the Beggars' Sect, or even the greatest master in the world. Bai Feng spent much of his time practicing every day. Fortunately, Jing'er
was also interested in martial arts, so their practice wasn't boring. They would occasionally go out to play in and around the city, and when they were alone, they would fool
around, living a very happy life. One day, Bai Feng, who had just turned fifteen, received a
message from the Transmission Hall.
"What? Uncle Zhao, really?" Bai Feng exclaimed in surprise.
Good news had arrived from the Transmission Hall. Bai Feng was informed that the hall had approved his and Ni Sujing's
formal training in the Beggars' Sect's martial arts and summoned them to the Kaifeng branch within four months.
Although he had secretly studied and mastered the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique, and after hearing from Zhao Erdan and others that he only lacked
experience and was already a top-tier martial artist, he figured going or not wouldn't matter. However, he then thought that perhaps
in Kaifeng he could learn even more advanced martial arts and have the opportunity to meet other girls. He couldn't help but
chuckle to himself at the thought. Zhao and Bai, seeing Bai Feng's silly grin, assumed he was happy about the news. But Jing'er,
sensing something was wrong, pinched him hard on the waist, causing Bai Feng's eyes to well up with tears. Zhao and Bai
shook their heads repeatedly, sighing, "Serves you right!"
The most direct way to get from Yangzhou to Kaifeng is by running. Of course, one could travel north via the Grand Canal, but that's not a good method,
as boat fares are expensive. As children of the world (in other words, beggars!), wasting money is not a virtue. Do you
know how the Beggars' Sect gets its funds? Of course, by begging! Yangzhou is a famous city, and wealthy families are everywhere
, but those with a kind heart are pitifully few. Traveling north by boat is out of the question.
The fastest way to get there on foot is to first go to Jinling, then north through Xuzhou, along the official road to Shangqiu,
and a short walk west will bring you to Kaifeng. However, there's not much to see along the way, and since they had plenty of time, the two decided to first head north to Mount Tai
. Jinling and Xuzhou were necessary stops, but they would reach Mount Tai after passing through Tengzhou and Qufu, and then from Jinan to Shangqiu,
making the journey more fulfilling.
Three days later, at Daming Temple outside Yangzhou, the Yangzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect. Bai Feng and Ni Sujing packed their belongings,
put away the two silver ingots Bai Yuan had given them, and waited for everyone to see them off. Bai Feng, out of character, had changed his usual tattered clothes,
simply wearing a long robe, tied with a hemp rope, and carrying two small blue cloth bags.
Bai Feng was of average height and build, not particularly handsome, but his innate masculine aura made him stand
out. The two red moles near his acupoints were particularly striking, drawing attention to them effortlessly.
A brief glance into his eyes was enough to captivate and inspire a sense of dependence. Ni Sujing also dressed in
men's clothing, but still presented herself as a woman, with her hair in a small bun and a long braid hanging down her back.
Nourished by love for months, a smile often graced his lips, radiating a youthful and radiant aura. His
well-developed figure, barely concealed beneath his men's clothing, unconsciously alluring to onlookers.
Standing together, while not quite a perfect couple, they were undeniably a match made in heaven, a union no
one would dispute. However, a closer look revealed a slight dissatisfaction in the man's expression, as he muttered something under his breath.
The reason was simple: he complained about the lack of provisions. Bai Yuan's response was, "Children grow up and need to be independent.
You know how we Beggars' Sect members earn money. Think of ways to make a living on the road; it's part of the training."
Chapter Four: First Arrival in Jinling
In just a few days, the two arrived in the bustling city of Jinling. Jinling was an ancient capital, the
former capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, where Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang, resided. However, for Bai Feng, who Li Yu was was irrelevant;
he didn't even care who the emperor was. Both Jinling and Yangzhou are located along the Yangtze River, with Jinling being a major trading
city by waterway. It boasts a large population and is a city that never sleeps. Whether morning or night, anyone with the energy and money can
enjoy a whole day in Jinling. Perhaps because Jinling is one of the few cities temporarily spared from the ravages of war, its people generally live
quite well, naturally including a place for the Beggars' Guild.
Speaking of Jinling, one cannot ignore the entertainment of its residents. Due to the wars in the north, life
was generally difficult for the people, but once across the Yangtze River, it was a completely different world. At that time, the people of Jinling had many forms of entertainment,
among which watching acrobatics and flying kites were particularly famous. Even before Bai Feng and his companion entered the city, they could already see countless
kites flying in the sky.
It was the transition from summer to autumn, the weather was mild, and a cool breeze was blowing – perfect for flying kites
. Red and white kites, covered with various patterns – butterflies, birds, animals, and many other shapes –
created a lively scene.
Not far outside the city, three young girls stood, one holding a large red kite, seemingly arguing
about something. The two girls standing next to the one in the middle were both dressed in green, their hair styled in a bun. Upon closer
inspection, they appeared to be fourteen or fifteen years old. Most strangely, their faces were almost identical; were it not for
a small red mole on one of their necks, it would have been difficult to tell them apart.
Looking again at the girl in the middle, what reaction could one have besides astonishment? One word:
beautiful!
The girl was about sixteen years old. She wore a light purple vest with a floral pattern on top and a
light green long skirt on the bottom, with a long silk sash tied at her waist, the rest falling to her calves, swaying in the wind.
Her face was round and pointed, with crescent-shaped eyebrows and bright, sparkling eyes beneath double eyelids, revealing a cheerful personality.
Especially charming were the small, delicate bags under her eyes when she laughed. Her nose had a low ridge, inspiring
a desire to protect and care for her. Her slightly protruding red lips exuded youthful liveliness, and her white teeth,
like her flawless skin, were exquisite. Although the long vest covered her figure,
the slight bulge at her chest suggested a beautiful physique. "Miss, that won't do! If something happens, you'll be punished by the master when you get back," 　　the girl
without the red mole said anxiously. 　　Another girl quickly added, "Miss, your health is weak. What would we 　　do if something happened to you?" 　　The young lady smiled sweetly, "How could anything happen? It was just a few steps to fly the kite. 　　Look at other people's children, they all do this." 　　Seeing that the two girls wanted to say something, the young lady continued, "Hong'er, Lü'er, I know you care about me, but 　　you all know that Father doesn't let me practice martial arts, and he won't let me do any heavy work either. I just 　　want to move my body a little. If you don't tell me, how will my father know?" "What do you think?" 　　After thinking for a while, the girl with the red mole on her neck, Hong'er, said, "How about my 　　sister and I fly the kite first, and then Grandma will fly it? Wouldn't that be better?" 　　Lü'er said nervously, "Miss, neither of us sisters has any relatives. The closest person to 　　us is Grandma. How about we do it this time?" 　　The three of them discussed like this for a while, and finally the young lady sighed softly and said, "Alright! If we keep 　　talking like this, the sun will have already set!" 　　Upon hearing this, the two girls immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly prepared to fly the kite. 　　At this moment, Bai Feng and Jing'er also arrived nearby. Jing'er looked at the open space filled with people. Some were families of three 　　with their children flying kites, but most were couples flying kites intimately, laughing and chatting with each other 　　. Jing'er also felt a surge of excitement. Seeing the joyful expression on Jing'er's face, she pulled Bai Feng along and said with a smile, " 　　Brother Feng, shall we go play some games?" 　　Jing'er used to always call Bai Feng "Little Feng, Little Feng," 　　and this nickname hadn't changed since they became intimate, until recently. Originally, this nickname didn't matter in Yangzhou City, 　　but Bai Feng thought it wouldn't be good if Jing'er called him that elsewhere. 　　So he asked Jing'er to change how she addressed him, but Jing'er laughed and said no. Bai Feng felt helpless 　　, but finally, a brilliant idea struck him. 　　That day, the two were inside a dilapidated temple, a place that had long become their secret rendezvous spot, where 　　no one dared to set foot even in broad daylight—a perfect place for their intimacy. On the mat, the two large, fleshy creatures were already entwined 　　. Bai Feng used all the techniques he had learned before, applying them to Jing'er. Especially after numerous trials 　　, Bai Feng had thoroughly understood her weaknesses, and his techniques had gradually become more skillful, pushing Jing'er to 　　the peak of desire each time. 　　Today, Bai Feng did not rush to attack, but continued to tease her delicate body. His tongue 　　circled around her neck, he knelt between her legs for support, and his hands climbed onto Jing'er's increasingly 　　full breasts, his fingers playing with the clitoris, rhythmically kneading her snow-white breasts. 　　A few sudden, rough touches each caused the beauty beneath him to tremble, and an alluring 　　moan escaped her throat. 　　Jing'er was no longer the innocent girl she once was; instead, she possessed a charming allure, and the stimulation of sex had long since...

It was deeply imprinted in her mind. Faced with Bai Feng's methods today, she only longed for that
wonderful thing that made her feel like she was dying of pleasure to quickly fill her up. Suddenly, she felt a heat in her lower body, a feeling that wasn't very familiar. It turned out that
it was just Bai Feng's fingers teasing her sensitive spots, bringing endless pleasure with each touch. However, the intermittent
pleasure only made her more lethargic. She needed more and deeper pleasure.
Bai Feng knew that the time was almost up. Suddenly, he squeezed the little red flesh with a little force. He felt Jing'er
hug him tightly. Her body tensed up, and at the same time, she cried out. He had brought her to a small climax.
Looking at Jing'er's tightly closed eyes and the rosy blush on her face, she was incredibly tempting. He almost lost control
and missed the great opportunity. "Hmm!" Bai Feng roughly spread Jing'er's slender legs apart, holding his already erect
little brother, and rubbed it up and down against the entrance that was constantly flowing with honey-like fluid. He didn't make any move for a long time.
This action immediately drove Jing'er to madness. She fervently hoped he would possess her immediately, allowing her
to release her pent-up desires. Unexpectedly, Bai Feng only continued to tease her, waves of tingling and numbness
emanating from her lower body, making Jing'er almost cry.
Bai Feng smiled wickedly, looking at Jing'er, whose eyes were filled with tears and whose face was etched with dissatisfaction and desire, and said, "
It's tiring, isn't it?"
Jing'er almost cried out, nodding nervously, "Quick...quickly give it to me...don't...don't do it to me anymore...
"
At the same time, a trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth due to her absent-mindedness, which she didn't even notice. "That won't do,
unless you agree to one condition!"
At this moment, even if it meant death, as long as Bai Feng could push her forward, she would agree immediately!
"Say it...say it quickly...I...I'll agree to anything you ask!"
Bai Feng knew his plan was almost complete, so he aimed his thick tip at the entrance and said, "I want you
to call me Brother Feng from now on, and not Little Feng anymore, is that alright?"
Jing'er could feel the hot yang tip pressing against her, and immediately called out "Brother Feng" several times. Bai Feng
was satisfied with what he heard, so he immediately got into position and thrust forward hard.
With a "smack" and a soft moan from Jing'er, he actually pushed her to another small climax.
Although Bai Feng was the one who initiated the plan, he had also worked hard to suppress his desires. At this moment, a tight,
hot feeling filled him, almost causing him to lose control. He thought to himself, "That was close!" He quickly calmed himself down and
began to thrust hard again.
They didn't know how many times they came that day, only that each time the peak was unprecedented for both of them. From then
on, Bai Feng realized a very important point, which made his future wives and concubines loyal to him, enjoying endless
sexual pleasure with him.
At this moment, Bai Feng was recalling the intimate actions of that day, and unconsciously revealed a wicked expression. Jing'er saw
this and, seeing that he didn't respond to her, knew that he was thinking about something naughty again, so she immediately reached out and
pinched his waist hard. "Ah!" This was a real female scream, even drowning out Bai Feng's scream.
The two hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound and saw eight or nine big men surrounding three girls, about ten feet apart on both sides, but
their conversation could be clearly heard by the two.
"Little girl, you bumped into my young master, what should I do?"
Although Bai Feng and his companion couldn't see the speaker's face clearly, they could tell from the voice alone that this was no
good person. The voice was arrogant and domineering, just like those thugs in the martial arts world, making them feel
uncomfortable.
"Shameless! My sister only slightly bumped into your young master, she didn't hurt him, and she even
apologized, what more do you want!" A slightly childish female voice rang out, but because she was blocked by the crowd, her
appearance could not be seen.
Suddenly, an even more arrogant male voice rang out, laughing, "Miss, you're wrong to say that. She bumped into
me just now, and I was only trying to help her up, but she slapped me. That's where you're wrong."
Another female voice quickly retorted, "Nonsense! It was your hands that were improper; one slap wasn't enough!"
The man from before laughed again, "My young master already said he was only trying to help you, but you don't appreciate it.
Now that my young master is injured, you should come back to the manor with us and take good care of him!" Even his laughter
sounded lewd.
Who were those three? Of course, it was the young lady and her two maids, Red and Green. It turned out that
after discussing it, the three decided that Green would take the kite to fly, while Red would let out the string and run after Green
. However, Green got carried away playing and accidentally bumped into a young master who had just passed by, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, the young master caught her
. The young man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, dressed in fine, luxurious clothes, clearly from a wealthy and powerful family. However, his face
bore the ostentatious expression of a spoiled brat.
Greenie knew she had bumped into someone, and instinctively turned to apologize, "Ah! I'm sorry!"
But she noticed his right hand, which had been supporting her, was now reaching towards her buttocks. Realizing what had happened, she
turned and slapped him, which led to this whole incident.
The girl who had spoken first coldly said, "Hmph! So you're just a bunch of lecherous scoundrels, only good at
bullying women and children in broad daylight. I hate people like you the most!"
These words immediately angered the group of servants surrounding them. One of them even cursed
, "My young master has taken a liking to you ladies, that's why he invited you to his mansion. Don't be disrespectful!"
The girl sneered again, "Not all the nobody in Jinling City needs our respect. Your young master
just happens to be one of them."
The man was about to curse again when he heard the young master... The young master said, "You don't have to give me face, but
you can't afford to offend my father's reputation!"
The young woman laughed, "Hehe! What kind of master would be so shameless as to let his son harass women in the street
? I'd like to get to know him!"
A servant who seemed to be of higher rank replied, "Hmph! Who in all of Jinling doesn't know my master? He
is none other than Zhao Lishen, the Prefect of Jinling, and this young master is his only son."
He deliberately paused, and seeing the three women frown, he knew it had worked. The young master could also see clearly...
Chu shouted, "These three dare to insult my father, which is to say, insulting a high-ranking official! Guards, seize them!"
Seven servants immediately rushed forward to subdue the three women, but Hong'er quickly said, "Wait! We are from the Jian'an
Escort Agency. Why are you attacking us?"
The Jian'an Escort Agency has a long history. Its founder was originally a Shaolin monk who later followed Emperor Taizu in conquering the country, achieving
many merits. After the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he settled here and founded the Jian'an Escort Agency. The agency's signboard was even personally inscribed by Emperor Taizu, and
although many generations have passed, its prestige remains.
The current head of the agency, Xiang Zhaolin, has inherited his ancestors' true skills. He excels in the Dharma Sword and the Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming Kung Fu
, surpassing even the true Shaolin tradition. However, his martial arts are too fierce, and he only teaches male disciples, not female ones. Therefore, his
daughter, Xiang Jieying, did not learn martial arts, but instead excels at playing the zither. Master Xiang was nearly sixty years old and had only one son and one
daughter. Unfortunately, both children had been frail and sickly since childhood. His daughter was alright, but his eldest son, Xiang Zijian, was bedridden year-round
.
The young master was quite shocked to hear the name of Jian'an Escort Agency, but when lust took hold, nothing else mattered. He firmly
believed that his father, a high-ranking official of the third rank, was everything. So he sneered and said, "They are
prisoners, ignore them, seize them!" After saying that, the group rushed towards the three women again.
It turned out that only Hong'er among the three knew martial arts. Although her skills were not high, she was more than capable of dealing with two or three burly men
. One of the men reached out his right hand to grab the young lady, but Hong'er stepped forward first, quickly grabbing
his wrist with her right hand and his right shoulder with her left. With both hands, she pushed him to the left and back at the same time. With a "crack," the man
's right shoulder was immediately broken, and he let out a painful cry.
The group acted simultaneously. Although Hong'er managed to block one of them, she couldn't withstand the rapid movements of the others.
A sharp cry rang out behind her; two more people were trying to grab her sister, Lü'er, and Miss Xiang from behind. The young lady
hadn't uttered a sound the entire time. She felt her eloquence was inferior to Hong'er and Lü'er's, and out of politeness
, she hadn't spoken to them. Suddenly hearing that they were about to be captured, her face paled. She clung to Lü'er, who also
lacked martial arts skills. Just as Hong'er was about to act, two servants were already close behind. Lü'er
panicked and tried to escape with her mistress, but how could they escape the encirclement? Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out, and a figure flew into the crowd. A flurry of
palm strikes filled the air—it was Ni Sujing!
The two of them, who were nearby, had heard everything clearly. Naturally, both were dissatisfied with the group's actions and had long
wanted to fight back. The Beggars' Sect disciples were taught the code of chivalry and martial arts, things Bai Feng had heard a lot about since childhood.
Seeing them about to attack, he was about to intervene when he suddenly heard the woman call out the name of the Jian'an Escort Agency, assuming they
would stop. They had heard of the Jian'an Escort Agency's reputation before coming, knowing that Master Xiang was a chivalrous man
with a good name in the area. However, this so-called Young Master Zhao not only didn't stop, but also ordered his men to capture the three women. They were about
to attack, but Jing'er was a fraction of a second faster.
Bai Feng's intervention was relatively quick; he immediately rescued Miss Xiang and Greenie, but he only used the Heavenly Gang Sword
Style to knock them to the ground, rendering them temporarily immobile. Jing'er, however, was different. Perhaps out of a woman
's desire to help another woman, Jing'er showed even less mercy. Her Lotus Hand technique, originally created specifically for female disciples, was amplified with the addition
of the Serpent Hand technique, its power instantly increasing. With elbow strikes and counter-elbow strikes,
she broke the arms of the remaining four in just a few moves. Bai Feng, watching from the sidelines, felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn't expected Jing'er to be so ruthless.
Even if those men regained their arms, they would likely never be able to do manual labor again.
He had no time to ponder Jing'er's ferocity, for he was already captivated by someone else! To others, Jing'er
was beautiful, but the delicate young lady was even more so. The two maids beside her were already quite pretty
, and the two looked identical, already eliciting Bai Feng's admiration. However, upon seeing the young lady, especially
her expression of relief after surviving the ordeal, Bai Feng was even more drawn to her. At that moment, he had only one thought: to protect her, to never let
her be harmed again, forever and ever.
"Thank you for saving me, young master. Oh, young master?" A voice as clear as a nightingale's song entered Bai Feng's mind,
leaving him speechless for a long time.
Chapter Five: First Encounter with the Three Elders
Only six people remained standing in the room: the young master surnamed Zhao, Bai Feng and his companion, and the three
young ladies. The young lady, seeing Bai Feng staring blankly at her, blushed inexplicably, thinking, "Why
does this person's gaze give me this feeling?" She called out twice more before Bai Feng finally came to his senses.
Bai Feng thought to himself, "This trip was truly worthwhile," but also felt he had been too impolite. He quickly shifted his gaze
to Jing'er standing beside him. She had already expressed her dissatisfaction, pouting at Bai Feng and huffing before staring at
the young master. Bai Feng smiled apologetically, then his expression changed, and he too stared coldly at the culprit, the
young master surnamed Zhao.
Seven or eight people lay sprawled on the ground, half of them completely immobile, unable to even utter
a sound, while the other half rolled on the ground, screaming and shouting. Clearly, the pain Jing'er had inflicted on them was unbearable
. As for the others who had been flying kites nearby, they had long since run far away, pretending they couldn't see anything. Young Master Zhao
glanced at the people on the ground, and the moment his eyes met Bai Feng and Jing'er, his body trembled violently; everyone could see
his legs shaking.
"You...what do you want! I am...the son of the Prefect of Jinling, you...you..."
Although he tried to sound tough, his tone couldn't hide his panic. Bai Feng could see it, and sneered
, saying, "Your father is a government official, but I'm a man of the martial world!"
Bai Feng then walked to the person on the ground who was screaming the loudest. With a flick of his right hand, three bursts of energy
shot out from his fingertips. With three "puff puff puff" sounds, he had already struck three major acupoints on the man's body, immediately immobilizing
him. The world seemed to quiet down a lot.
Everyone saw that the man suddenly stopped screaming and stopped rolling around. He just stared at Bai Feng with terrified eyes,
cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead. Everyone understood that he had already had his shoulder dislocated by Jing'er, and there were waves of excruciating pain coming from there.
Suddenly, he couldn't move his whole body, and he had nowhere to vent his pain. He could only lie there and suffer. His miserable state was unimaginable.
In fact, Bai Feng had already mastered the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique, but his own true energy was still insufficient, and the energy could only be released...
Within a meter, he had already exhausted himself after firing more than ten times in a row. To an uninformed person, this was an incredibly difficult
feat; it would take an ordinary person ten years to reach this level, yet Bai Feng achieved it in just two or three years—
it was practically a miracle. When the young master Zhao saw Bai Feng merely move his finger in the air towards the man, the man on the ground seemed dead
. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes could still move, he would have truly believed that Bai Feng had killed his servant.
Bai Feng's action nearly scared the young master Zhao to death; his trembling legs had spread throughout his body, his teeth
chattered, and he was completely unresponsive. In contrast, the three young women reacted much better. Coming from
families with a background in the martial arts world, they had seen and heard much about it, making them more accepting of martial arts than of their own,
though they were still quite shocked and recovered quickly.
"Young master, please don't…" one of the young ladies, thinking Bai Feng would further harm the young master Zhao, quickly tried to stop him.
In truth, Bai Feng understood perfectly well that the martial world had its own methods for resolving problems, but they rarely provoke the government
to avoid unnecessary trouble. Bai Feng only wanted to scare him and teach him a lesson before stopping. So he nodded to her and asked
, "Then what should we do with him?"
The young lady looked at Hong'er, who understood and said, "Young master, this should be enough. Let
's go!"
Bai Feng looked at Jing'er, who said, "Alright, but what about those people?"
She pointed to the people on the ground who had been immobilized by Bai Feng's acupoints and continued, "They can't stay like this for two days.
Besides, who else besides you can undo their acupoints?"
These words sounded very different to Xiang Jie and the other two women, because they all knew that there were very few
acupoint techniques that couldn't be undoed. Acupoint striking simply involved quickly injecting true energy into the acupoints, blocking the flow of vital energy, thus immobilizing the target.
As long as the acupoints were pressed and true energy was injected into the corresponding acupoints, the acupoints could be undoed.
They were unaware of the internal energy Bai Feng practiced. Although the quantity was still small, it was an extremely powerful true qi. Unless
one possessed a more powerful or more subtle true qi, no one could undo the pressure points he had sealed. However,
there were many in the world who could do it, the most famous being the world's number one physician. Bai Feng would
meet such a person in the future, and there would be a special encounter then, but we won't go into that for now.
After Bai Feng released the pressure points, the group immediately returned to Young Master Zhao's side and
helped the rest of the group away. Before leaving, they didn't dare look directly at Bai Feng, clearly frightened by him. This was thanks to Bai Feng
's innate charisma and the small red moles on his temples. As the saying goes, appearance reflects the heart; anyone looking at Bai Feng
would naturally look into his eyes and be influenced by his mood. Just now, Bai Feng was focused on displaying his authority, and the group's
gaze was naturally sensed by him, causing them to subconsciously fear him. This was precisely the reason.
After watching the group leave, Bai Feng and Jing'er gathered with the three women, and a brief introduction ensued. Xiang
Jieying said, "I didn't expect that you two, so young, are also disciples of the Beggars' Sect. I am truly grateful for your help earlier;
I have no way to express my gratitude."
Bai Feng's gaze had been fixed on her, and upon hearing this, he quickly said, "It was just a chance encounter; please don't take it
to heart, young lady. It was we who were too late, causing you such a fright!"
Suddenly, he felt a tightening around his arm and looked over to find Jing'er giving him a strange look, as if to say, "When did you
become so refined?"
Xiang Jieying smiled and said, "Don't be so formal; just call me Jieying." As soon as she finished speaking, Hong'er and Lü'er
hesitated, as if they had both remembered something. They exchanged a smile, which Jieying noticed, causing her to blush.
Seeing this, Hong'er smiled again and said, "Miss, if we want to get to know each other, shouldn't we leave here first
?"
Jieying gently scolded them for being silly, then said to the two, "Since you two are new to Jinling, let Jieying do her best as a
host. Why don't you come to my residence?"
Jing'er pulled Bai Feng and whispered in his ear, "Wouldn't it be better if we found a place ourselves?"
Bai Feng was about to agree, but hearing Jing'er's words, he remembered the innate jealousy of women, frowned, and was
about to say no, but Jing'er persuaded him again, "How about this, tonight I'll do whatever you want!"
Jing'er said this with her face flushed, looking incredibly endearing. Bai Feng swallowed hard and replied
, "Of course I like it when Jing'er says that, but..."
Jing'er was usually generous, but she hadn't expected to
feel jealous of Jie Ying, who seemed superior to her. Especially with a woman's intuition, she knew she shouldn't let Bai Feng have any contact with her,
so she was determined to make him say no, regardless of the conditions. But Bai Feng hesitated and stammered. Jing'er
asked urgently, "But what? Do you hate me now?"
"No, it's just that Grandma touched my pocket, and we only have five taels of silver. Grandma said what should we do? Should
we stay for two or three days and then figure something out?"
Bai Feng quickly explained when he saw her misunderstanding. Jing'er thought about it and agreed. She sighed and said,
"Whatever, but don't come looking for me tonight!"
The Jian'an Escort Agency, through generations of expansion, had become a sizable martial arts family. However, building
such a family was no easy feat; one could guess its size simply by looking at the two stone lions placed at the entrance.
The two large lions were not only covered in wounds and cracks from damage, bearing witness to the
many martial artists who had challenged them over the years, but the Jian'an Escort Agency was still standing before them. The fate of those challengers was predictable
.
The plaque above the door was indeed a gilded plaque, with the four large characters "Jian'an Zhenwu" (建安真武), written in a powerful and
vigorous style, clearly from the handwriting of Emperor Taizu. Taizu had once visited Shaolin Temple to discuss martial arts, and the Taizu Changquan (太祖长拳) he passed down
became one of the foundational martial arts of Shaolin, known for its powerful and potent internal energy. Although he had unified the country and established the Song
Dynasty, no one could question his status as a grandmaster of martial arts.
As soon as the group entered the gate, a man of about fifty years old walked out. Although he was dressed as a steward,
his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and his breathing was deep and slow, clearly indicating a master with profound internal strength. Upon seeing Jieying
, the man rushed forward and exclaimed, "It's so good that Miss and Madam are back! I was so worried!"
Only then did he notice Bai Feng and Jing'er following behind Jie Ying, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
Jie Ying probably hadn't expected to run into him either, and replied, "Steward Liu, weren't you out with Father? What
are you doing here?"
Steward Liu politely replied, "Because we encountered some accidents on the way, Master returned early and found that Miss
wasn't in the manor. Fearing something might have happened to Miss, Master had already sent servants to look for her grandmother. Now he's finally relieved
."
Upon hearing that they had encountered an accident, Jie Ying worried that her father might be injured, and hurriedly asked anxiously, "Where is my father?
Is he alright? Where is he?"
Steward Liu replied, "Miss, please rest assured, Master is well and is currently receiving guests in the hall."
Then he looked at Bai Feng and Jing'er, and asked suspiciously, "Who are these two?" Jie Ying exclaimed "Ah," and said:
"They are my friends."
Before Jieying could introduce them, Bai Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "This junior is Bai Feng, a second-class disciple of the Beggars'
Sect. This is Miss Ni, who accompanied me to Kaifeng."
Steward Liu returned the salute, saying, "You flatter me." He then looked at Jieying and said, "Miss, since we have guests, please let me
inform the master first."
Jieying nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Steward Liu. Young Master Bai and Miss Ni will be staying at the manor for a while.
Please make arrangements for them later. I'll go see my father first."
After speaking, Steward Liu acknowledged and led Bai Feng and Miss Ni into the main hall with Jieying. Although they were a martial arts family,
the manor was quite grand, and even the design of the main hall was different from others. Their group first crossed a
rather large brick square. Not a single weed grew on it, but the bricks were covered in many man-made cracks, some
bearing footprints, others knife marks—characteristics of a martial arts family. Jie Ying explained that this square was called the
"Martial Arts Reception Area," where all challengers were arranged to perform their duels. The marks were left from past challenges. The mansion
contained three squares: two large and one small. Besides the "Martial Arts Reception Area," there was also the "Martial Arts Testing Area" for disciples to practice, and
a small garden called the "Fragrance Appreciation Garden."
They arrived at a reception hall, where Hong'er and Lü'er had already served fragrant tea. Bai
Feng was surprised by the hall's layout and had never seen anything like it before. He was filled with curiosity but didn't act impolitely, while Jing'er appeared
much more at ease. Although it was called a reception room, the furnishings were anything but ordinary. Five calligraphy and paintings, one for literature and the other for martial arts, concealed
hidden meanings, though none of the others noticed. At this time, Jie Ying accompanied them, briefly introducing them to the city
's activities, societies, and tourist attractions, while Steward Liu went to inform Master Xiang.
Soon, a bold voice rang out, and a man in his fifties, dressed in a green robe, entered. His hair was
half black and half white, and his thick eyebrows, beneath his piercing eyes, exuded a deep aura.
Such qualities could only be possessed by someone who had spent many years in the martial world and possessed profound inner strength. Even before the old man appeared, he cried out anxiously
, "Ying'er, Ying'er, where did Grandma go today? I was so worried!"
From his tone, Bai Feng could tell that the old man's affection for Jie Ying was genuine. His deep concern
made Bai Feng feel their kinship, and he suddenly thought of his own unknown and heartless father who had abandoned him.
Jing'er, standing beside him, also sensed Bai Feng's change in mood, and her eyes were filled with deep love when she looked at him. Seeing this, Bai Feng
smiled back at Jing'er, and his mood improved considerably.
"Father!" A girl's voice, tinged with coquetry, rang out. Jieying half-ran, about to run out, with Hong'er quickly following behind
. The one who had just entered was Jieying's father, Xiang Zhaolin, the head of the Xiang Bureau. Knowing that his daughter's health was not good and fearing for
her safety, he used his lightness skill to cover only a few steps, his ghostly figure appearing as if he had taken a single step to reach Jieying
and gently supporting his daughter.
Fighting back tears, she said, "You went out to play again without telling me. What will Father do if something happens to Grandma!"
Jieying hugged her father and said, "Why did Father come back early?"
Unexpectedly, when Director Xiang heard this, a look of worry appeared on his face. He said, "This is a long story..."
He looked at Bai Feng and the other person who had already stood up, and his eyes flashed. He smiled and said to Jieying, "However, shall we introduce
our guests first?"
Director Xiang was not only referring to Bai Feng and the other person. It turned out that there were two old people and a young man behind Director Xiang
. The three of them followed Director Xiang in. Except for the young man, the two old people were looking at Bai Feng, while the young man was looking at
Jing'er and Jieying.
Upon hearing this, Bai Feng first bowed to Director Xiang with clasped hands, and then, together with Jing'er, bowed to the two elderly men who had come. He placed his left hand
on his thigh, tapping his little finger and thumb in a rhythmic motion, and respectfully said, "Disciples
Bai Feng and Ni Sujing of the Yangzhou branch pay their respects to Chief Chen and Chief Mo."
It turned out that the two elderly men were dressed in the traditional Beggars' Sect attire, each carrying five and four blue cloth bags respectively, presumably the chief
and deputy chief of the Jinling Beggars' Sect branch.
As the two had predicted, Mo Bai, the leader of the Mo branch, waved his hand and said with a smile, "Please rise.
How are you two, Leader Zhao and Leader Bai? Although our places are close, it has been several years since we last met."
Bai Feng replied, "Uncle Zhao and my godfather are both very good. Before I came, they had already told me about
the glorious deeds of my two uncles back then. It is my honor to meet them today!"
Leader Chen Zhiping smiled slightly and said, "Let's not talk about the deeds of the past. They are all trivial matters anyway."
Bai Feng clicked his tongue in surprise and said, "How can they be considered trivial matters? Back then, Uncle Chen single-handedly challenged the Four Demons of Dragon Mountain.
With his Vajra Finger, three of the four demons died and one was injured. Uncle Mo's battle against the Seven Demons of Merlin was also a great victory." " So many
innocent people have sought revenge. The chivalrous deeds of you two uncles are precisely what we disciples should learn. Whenever my godfather mentions
it, he always tells me to pay my respects whenever I pass through Jinling!"
Bai Feng's flattery was truly impressive; his expression was completely genuine, as if it came from the heart.
Both of them blushed slightly. Chief Chen laughed, "Both chiefs are too kind. What merit do I have
?"
Everyone laughed, but Chief Xiang said, "This is a world of young people now. Young Hero Bai, at such a young age,
your internal strength is so profound. It's truly rare. Even more rare is that three of the famous Seven Stars of the Beggars' Sect have graced us with their presence today.
I am truly honored!"
At this moment, Chief Mo introduced the young man to Bai Feng and the other man, saying, "This is a disciple of our branch,
my son Mo Xing. He and you are both second-class disciples. You will both be heading to Kaifeng this month, so please
get to know him better!"
After a few more pleasantries, everyone sat down according to the host and guests. However, Chief Xiang's expression suddenly became somewhat
serious. Bai Feng was puzzled and focused his attention on Chiefs Chen and Mo.
Master Mo understood and said, "We've all come here for one thing, which is also why Director Xiang changed his route back
home at the last minute. It's also related to Miss Xiang."
Jie Ying quickly turned her gaze to her father, only to hear Director Xiang say, "Several
major events occurred in Kaifeng last month. The number one lecherous villain of the demonic path, Chun Zailai, has reappeared in the martial world. He had been missing since he was injured by a master from the Jingwu Association three years ago .
Unexpectedly, he has committed several heinous acts upon his reappearance this time, and even boasted that he would go to Jinling,
but his target is the women of the four major prefectures of Jinling, and the leader is..." His gaze stopped on Jie Ying, and the answer was obvious
.
Bai Feng asked, "Is Chun Zailai really that powerful? Even the two branch leaders have to personally intervene?"
Branch Leader Chen nodded, "My lord, you are unaware of this. Chun Zailai is no ordinary lecher. He
possesses three exceptional skills: lightness skill, dual palm techniques, and hidden weapons.
None of these skills are at the top level in the martial world. His lightness skill, in particular, is unmatched. Moreover, this man is cunning and difficult to deal with."
Bai Feng didn't know much about Chun Zailai, and while he didn't have a particularly bad impression of him, this
time his target was... Seeing the heat emanating from Jieying, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. He quickly stood up and said, "Although this disciple's skill
is insufficient, we martial arts disciples have a duty to serve the people when traveling the martial world. With Master Xiang in charge and
the help of my two uncles, this disciple will follow you no matter what."
His words were righteous, and everyone's eyes lit up. Especially the aura subtly emanating from Bai Feng, which made
the three elders nod in approval. Jieying and Jing'er looked at Bai Feng with slightly bewildered eyes. Jing'er felt even 　　more
delighted to have such a good lover.

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