The Three Immortals of the Martial World

Volume One: The Heavenly Tribulation Master
(1)
On a desolate, ancient mountain ridge, sparsely populated, sat an old
monk with a long beard, well over a hundred years old, and a robust middle-aged monk in an old temple. The two monks sat cross-legged on
a cushion, facing each other, without exchanging a word for a long time.
Suddenly, the mournful cawing of crows rang out outside the temple. At this moment, the old monk slowly opened
his eyes, looked at the middle-aged monk, and said:
"Heavenly Tribulation! My time has come. The one thing I worry about most in this world is you
, boy. I have passed on all my suppressed skills to you. If it weren't for this old man keeping you in check all these years,
with your personality, you would have turned the martial arts world upside down."
After the old monk finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes, as if the words he had just spoken were not his own
, completely like a person in a deep sleep.
At this moment, the middle-aged monk, after the old monk closed his eyes, immediately revealed a cunning expression. He pouted and
, looking like a mischievous child, said to the old monk,
"Old man, you're making me sound like a jinx! I've been with you since I was a child. What
earth-shattering events? I only punished a few petty thieves, and you make me sound like a demon
king. Alright, considering you're about to leave, I won't hold it against you. Speak, what other nonsense do you have to say
? I'll bear with it and listen to you until you're gone. Afterwards, I'll pack you up with some straw mats and throw you
into the back mountain to feed the dogs!"
Good heavens! What kind of language is this? Is this what a disciple should say to his master? The old monk seemed not to
respond to the middle-aged monk's words at all. The two sat facing each other for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before the old monk
opened his eyes again.
"Compassion, salvation, and the benefit of the martial arts world; South China Sea, Zhang Sanfeng, and the annihilation of Yin and Yang."
After uttering these two seemingly nonsensical sentences, the old monk closed his eyes forever. The middle-aged monk, who had previously appeared carefree and cynical, now
had tears streaming down his face.
Who says men don't cry? It's just that they haven't reached the point of deep sorrow. Although the monk Tianjie's words were so disrespectful,
in his heart, the old monk was like his own father. He felt he hadn't done enough to love and respect him, and
his words were simply to appease the old monk's habits.
At this moment, Tianjie slowly stood up, his strong arms lifting the deceased old monk, placing him
in the coffin he had prepared beforehand. After closing the coffin lid, Tianjie gently lifted the hundred-pound coffin
onto his shoulder, step by step walking out the door towards the grave he had already dug for his most beloved master
.
Having finished handling his master's funeral arrangements, the monk Tianjie donned the only robe his master had left him, grasped a
hundred-pound demon-subduing pestle, and left the ancient temple, heading towards the Central Plains martial arts world he had never set foot in before. Xiangyang City, a crucial 　　border town, was bustling with people
fleeing their homes due to the war during the early Song Dynasty. The general in charge of the defense was surnamed Zhao, 　　a distant relative of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. As the saying goes, "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," and this Zhao general thus 　　secured a lucrative position on the border. The way the soldiers at the city gates extorted money from the returning civilians 　　revealed just how much he had pocketed. 　　To return home, the people, though resentful of the soldiers' insatiable demands like bandits, 　　mostly swallowed their anger and contributed their remaining possessions in order to 　　enter the city as soon as possible. 　　Just then, a fight broke out at the city gate. A dozen soldiers, armed with swords and spears, surrounded 　　a man, a woman, and a little girl. The surrounded man shouted 　　, 　　"Why should we hand over our possessions to you? Is there no law? We are 　　Han Chinese, your compatriots! Why should we be extorted by you scum when we want to enter the city? Your behavior 　　is even more despicable than the bandits beyond the Great Wall! You want me, Wang Dawang, to give you money? Don't even think about it!" 　　After speaking, Wang Dawang drew his sword, showing he was also skilled in martial arts. 　　At this moment, a high-ranking officer stepped out from among the soldiers. He 　　gave Wang Dawan's beautiful wife a sinister look, then, in a shrill, murderous voice, 　　said to Wang Dawan: 　　"You little rascal, you've got some nerve, trying to break the rules here! You can enter the city, but first 　　leave your valuables behind. This is General Zhao's order. Judging by your disobedience, you might be a spy sent by the enemy 　　. Men! Seize them! We're going to interrogate them properly." 　　As soon as the officer finished speaking, a dozen soldiers rushed forward. Even a tiger can't fight a horde of monkeys; in no 　　time, Wang Dawan and his wife were captured. Then the officer who had spoken earlier said again: 　　"Guards, take this spy to the dungeon to await my judgment. And this woman, bring her to my 　　residence; I'll have a thorough interrogation of her. Hehehe..." The general finished speaking, revealing a lewd 　　smile as he looked at Wang Dawan's wife. 　　And so, Wang Dawan and his wife were taken away separately, leaving only Wang Dawan's daughter sitting in the crowd, 　　wailing loudly. Although the crowd felt deeply saddened, no one wanted to suffer the same fate as Wang Dawan 　　, so they left the little girl to weep alone. 　　The monk Tianjie quickly arrived outside Xiangyang City. He saw a long line of people at the city gate and was 　　puzzled when his keen ears caught the girl's cries: "You bad people, give me 　　back my parents, boo-hoo... my parents... you bad people... boo-hoo..." 　　The monk Tianjie heard the little girl's cries from inside the city gate but saw no one comforting her. Driven by curiosity 　　, he used his "Shrinking the Earth into Shadow" lightness skill. In a flash, he entered 　　the city and came to the little girl's side... 　　(2)

Inside the deputy marshal's residence, Wang Dawan's wife, Yan Yuhua, was bound hand and foot.
Standing before her was Deputy Marshal Lao Zhuge, shirtless, his lewd gaze fixed on the only
garment she wore: a bodice and underpants. Tears streamed down Yan Yuhua's face, and a
white cloth gagged her lips, preventing her from crying out. This cloth was meant to prevent her from biting her tongue and
committing suicide.
At this moment, Lao Zhuge groped and kneaded Yan Yuhua's body, leering at her as
he said, "Sister-in-law Wang, seeing you so pitiful with tears in your eyes, it breaks my heart. Besides, Wang
Dawan's life is in danger now, so why don't you come with me, Sister-in-law Wang? I'll definitely take good care
of you. Heh...heh...oh, look at your smooth, tender skin, it's making my heart itch,
heh...heh..."
Lao Zhuge leered at Yan Yuhua, forcing her to come with him, his hands never stopping. Even though
Yan Yuhua kept trying to dodge, she couldn't escape his lecherous advances, and her head shook violently,
strongly indicating that she would never go with Lao Zhuge.
Seeing Yan Yuhua's stubbornness, Lao Zhuge's anger flared. He grabbed
the only thing Yan Yuhua was wearing—her bodice—and with a "whoosh," tore it open. Her breasts,
hidden beneath the bodice, sprang out, making Lao Zhuge's lustful eyes
nearly bulge out, and his mouth water.
In the dark, damp torture chamber, the pitiful Wang Dawan was bound to the wall, covered in blood.
The tendons in his hands and feet had been severed, his eyes gouged out, and his glans cut off. If it weren't for the slight movement in his body,
one could easily think he was dead.
At this moment, the jailer, who was administering the torture, said viciously to the barely recognizable Wang Dawan, "Wang Dawan,
don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for being blind and angering our inhuman and lecherous deputy
marshal. Besides, your little wife is so beautiful, there's no way you can live. If you feel
wronged, go complain to the King of Hell!"
As soon as the jailer finished speaking, the short blade in his hand plunged into Wang Dawan's heart. Poor Wang Dawan
died unjustly in this merciless torture chamber. A dark figure flew into the military camp. The guards shouted loudly, and more than a hundred 　　soldiers armed with long spears surrounded the newcomer. They then saw that the newcomer was a fat monk.
"You 　　audacious bald thief, what brings you into the military camp in the middle of the night? Surrender and capture him at once!" the leading officer 　　shouted at the fat monk. 　　This fat monk was none other than the righteous and courageous Tianjie Monk himself. He 　　gripped his hundred-pound demon-subduing pestle in his right hand and held Wang Dawan's daughter, Wenwen, in his left, 　　facing the hundreds of soldiers with the imposing presence of an Arhat, showing no fear whatsoever. 　　At this moment, the monk Tianjie spoke up: "I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm just here to help this little 　　girl find her parents. If you're willing to reunite her family, then I'll spare her life 　　. Hey! Leader, quickly bring the little girl's parents to me. Do you hear me?" 　　The monk Tianjie's voice, as loud as a bell, deafened the soldiers present. Even the leading 　　officer was forced to take several steps back, hastily retreating behind his soldiers and ordering them 　　to seize the monk Tianjie. The soldiers then brandished their swords and spears, surrounding and attacking the monk Tianjie. Tianjie, in turn, 　　swung his demon-subduing pestle to meet the oncoming soldiers. 　　And so, a bloody battle began… 　　Tears welled up in Yan Yuhua's eyes, and a miserable scream escaped from her tightly bound mouth. Her body 　　was now helplessly pushed onto the table by Lao Zhuge, whose hands 　　gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly around her waist. Lao Zhuge had already inserted his lewd penis into the forbidden zone reserved for Wang Dawan 　　, indulging his bestial lust. No wonder Yan Yuhua let out a miserable scream. 　　Just as Lao Zhuge was vigorously venting his lust on Yan Yuhua, a sudden, urgent knocking sounded at the gatehouse, followed by 　　a messenger's voice: "Vice Marshal, Vice Marshal, something terrible has happened! A monk has come to the camp, saying 　　he's looking for Wang Dawan and his wife, and he's already engaged in combat with the spearmen. Vice Marshal, what should we do? 　　If the Marshal finds out, it will be disastrous." 　　The messenger's urgent report caused Lao Zhuge's lustful manhood to soften. Lao Zhuge knew 　　what kind of person his Marshal Zhao was; compared to Marshal Zhao, he was nothing. 　　Speaking of Marshal Zhao, besides being ruthless and lecherous, he was also insatiably greedy, especially when it came to 　　women he wanted—he would relentlessly pursue them until he got them. So, if Marshal Zhao found out that he was secretly keeping a 　　beautiful woman, his official position would be in jeopardy. 　　Thinking of this, Lao Zhuge completely lost his appetite and hurriedly told the messenger outside, "Wang Lai, 　　immediately go and invite my two senior brothers and the two Taoist priests of the Changqing Sect to provide support. I will go shortly." 　　Wang Lai responded with "Yes" and then left. Lao Zhuge glanced at Yan Yuhua, then reluctantly put on 　　his military uniform, took his sword, and headed to the training ground. 　　A massive, earth-shattering massacre unfolded on the vast training ground. Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like 　　rivers. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, the monk Tianjie was like a demon, inspiring fear in all who beheld him. 　　The demon-subduing pestle in Tianjie's hand was striking a soldier. With a loud "bang," the soldier 　　's body seemed to explode, a bloody mess, a gruesome sight. The other soldiers were too frightened to advance and attack, 　　giving Tianjie a moment to catch his breath. 　　Just as the whole scene was at a stalemate, four middle-aged men suddenly entered from a distance. Two of them 　　were dressed as Taoist priests, and the other two were dressed as warriors. The four men quickly appeared in front of Tianjie and surrounded him from four directions 　　... 　　(3) 　　The four men surrounded Tianjie, making Tianjie suddenly feel a sense of oppression. Tianjie knew that the four men in front of him were all experts.

Even the most skilled warriors became wary, facing the impending scene.
At that moment, one of the four Taoists, the thinner one, spoke to Tian Jie:
"Who are you, you trespassing bandits? How dare you trespass into this military stronghold and kill soldiers! Surrender now, or
don't blame this Taoist for showing no mercy!"
This Taoist was sent by the Changqing Sect leader to assist Marshal Zhao. The thin one was named Yuan Hua, and the fat one was named Yuan Yue.
Both were skilled in the Demon-Subduing Sword Technique and were two of the ten greatest masters of the Changqing Sect. The Changqing Sect leader, Yuan Jing, had followed Zhao
Kuangyin in conquering the world and was appointed Imperial Preceptor by Zhao Kuangyin; therefore, his disciples were naturally sent to
guard this important town.
The other two middle-aged men were the senior brothers of Vice Marshal Lao Zhuge, disciples of the White Sand Sect. Their master
was Wu Shanlong, known in the martial arts world as "Waves Washing Away Sand," whose Iron Sand Palm was unmatched. Lao Zhuge was his most
beloved disciple and had received his true teachings. The White Sand Sect also rose to prominence because of Lao Zhuge's position as Vice Marshal.
Driven by their love for their disciple, they sent two of their disciples, "Mountain Piercing Palm" Zhu Shiqi and "Heart-Shattering Palm"
Wu Shanlong, Lao Zhuge's eldest and second senior brothers, to help. So when the Heavenly Tribulation came to demand the person, these four men
naturally stepped forward to help.
"Haha... I say, Daoist priest, your tone is far too arrogant. In my entire life, apart from my
old man, I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you. Besides, I'm not here for no reason. I
had to come here to find the parents of this little girl. As long as you release her
parents, I'll leave without a word. What do you say, Daoist priest?"
Tianjie showed no disdain for Yuan Hua's arrogance, and even more so... Yuan Hua's increasingly arrogant attitude
infuriated him. He was about to retort when his senior brother, Yuan Yue, stopped him. Yuan Yue then spoke up
: "Amitabha Buddha, fellow Daoist, your words puzzle me. This place is a border military stronghold serving the people
; ordinary people are not allowed to enter. I know nothing of such abduction. Perhaps you have misunderstood?"
Yuan Yue spoke calmly to Tian Jie, making Tian Jie realize that this Daoist's cultivation was higher than that of the thin Daoist beside him
. Just as Tianjie finished listening to Yuan Yue's words and began to doubt whether he had gone to the wrong place,
Lao Zhuge's urgent shout came from afar: "Daoist Master, Senior Brother, this bald monk is a wanted criminal, ordered
to be killed without mercy. Please cooperate fully to kill this fiend and do not let him escape!"
As soon as Lao Zhuge finished speaking, he attacked Tianjie with a palm strike, forcing Tianjie to quickly swing his demon-subduing pestle to counterattack.
Seeing that Lao Zhuge had taken the lead in attacking Tianjie, the others joined in the attack,
making Tianjie feel flustered.
Although Tianjie was suddenly surrounded, a master's skill is evident from the first move. Tianjie quickly
blocked the five attackers one by one, and his demon-subduing pestle caught Lao Zhuge and the other four off guard, causing them to
flee. Innocent soldiers became their shields as they escaped. Amidst screams and flying blood,
nearly a hundred soldiers had perished under the Heavenly Tribulation Demon-Subduing Pestle, turning the training ground into a horrifying hellscape
.
This endless massacre raged from dusk till sunset, from night till sunrise, with Heavenly Tribulation remaining as fierce as
ever, driving everyone to the brink of exhaustion, until no one dared to advance. Suddenly, a scream rang out as Heavenly
Tribulation's Demon-Subduing Pestle shattered Yuan Hua's skull, his brains splattering everywhere in a gruesome display.
Seeing her junior brother killed, Yuan Yue disregarded the danger and lunged at Heavenly Tribulation. A barrage of sword shadows enveloped Heavenly Tribulation, aiming straight
for his vital points. Heavenly Tribulation, unperturbed, unleashed his ultimate technique to counterattack. The two figures clashed repeatedly
, the clash of weapons echoing, as if both were exerting their utmost power to destroy the other.
A flurry of figures, a sky full of sword and staff shadows, all happened in an instant. A loud
"bang" and a flying figure brought the fierce battle to an end. The flying figure didn't even have time
to cry out before its soul returned to the west, leaving everyone present trembling with fear and unable to
fight any longer.
"Master, we admit defeat. Please have mercy and open the gate of life! I will
bring the little girl's mother. Please stop!" Lao Zhuge pleaded with Tian Jie, his voice trembling.
Because this battle had almost wiped out the entire battalion of soldiers, if the fight continued, it could also
result in the complete annihilation of the entire battalion, and he himself might lose his life as well. Even if he could escape, such
heavy losses would mean certain death if the marshal found out. Therefore, Lao Zhuge proposed
a truce and hurriedly ordered someone to bring Wenwen's parents to the training ground.
Just as Lao Zhuge sent his men to retrieve them, a large, well-equipped army marched in from afar
and entered the drill ground. Leading the army was none other than Marshal Zhao Buzhu. Zhao Buzhu had
been informed by his confidant that a massacre had occurred at the drill ground, with hundreds of soldiers killed by a monk
. Enraged, he had brought his elite troops to eliminate
the monk who had destroyed his army and restore discipline.
When he arrived at the drill ground, he was so horrified by the scene of carnage that he nearly fell off his horse.
The monk, covered in blood, was particularly terrifying, like a demon, and Zhao Buzhu almost
couldn't contain himself.
Upon seeing the marshal arrive with his troops, Lao Zhuge knew he was doomed. He rushed to Zhao Buzhu
, confessed his crimes, and recounted what had happened. Zhao Buzhu, enraged, drew his sword and beheaded
Lao Zhuge. Lao Zhuge never imagined his death would be so
gruesome, but he had no chance to plead his innocence.
Just after Zhao Buzhu severed Lao Zhuge's head, the soldiers sent to retrieve it brought in two corpses—Wang Dawan and his
wife. Wenwen, nestled in Tianjie's arms, was overcome with grief upon seeing them.
Wenwen's cries further enraged Tianjie. Before Zhao Buzhu could speak, he roared, "
Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and kill you corrupt officials who oppress the people and act without restraint!"
As soon as Tianjie finished speaking, the demon-subduing pestle in his hand descended upon Zhao Buzhu's troops like a death-reaping club. With each strike
, screams and cries of agony echoed across the training ground. Blood and flesh rained
down like fountains, unleashing a bloody battlefield of carnage…
From then on, a fat monk appeared in the martial world, specializing in slaughtering corrupt officials and wicked bureaucrats. His appearance
thrilled those in the righteous path and terrified those in the underworld. The martial world also… The monk was honored as the Demon-Subduing Master "Tianjie
Shangren" until a great demon "Yin Yang Renmo" appeared in the martial arts world, which led him and two other Daoist friends
to join the demon-slaying cause. After that, he was honored by the martial arts world as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial Arts World...
Volume Two, Daoist Sanfeng
(1)
A spiritual mountain full of spiritual energy, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, was now filled with several silver rainbows
that were constantly flying back and forth in the clouds and dust, like several shooting stars, which made the mountain even more immortal.
Suddenly, several silver rainbows flew down and flew towards
the chest of a Daoist standing on the mountain ridge. Their speed was indescribable. The Taoist priest remained calm and composed, seemingly unafraid of
the fierce onslaught of the silver rainbows. He even stood tall, facing the incoming silver rainbows head-on. Strangely,
several silver rainbows pierced his chest, yet he remained unharmed. These silver rainbows were actually
the Taoist's sword-wielding technique, specifically one of his most powerful skills, the "Heart Sword Technique." It was puzzling that
the Taoist was unscathed.
This Taoist priest, though middle-aged, possessed an air of otherworldly elegance and extraordinary spirit. His eyes revealed
his arrogance and confidence. The Taoist priest, named Sanfeng, had lived in this mountain since beginning his Taoist studies. His obsessive love of martial arts
led him to believe he was invincible. If he hadn't promised his deceased master,
Sanfeng would already be the number one martial artist in the world. The reason he unleashed the Heart Sword today was that his master
's deadline had arrived, and to vent his frustration, he released the full power of the sword energy to dispel his resentment.
Just as the Taoist Sanfeng was about to emerge into the martial world, he heard the noisy commotion of birds. Curious,
he used his "Aerial Crossing" lightness skill to fly towards the direction of the noise.
A dozen or so raptors were flying in the sky, relentlessly attacking a large eagle. However,
the eagle seemed to have no intention of retaliating, instead silently enduring the relentless attacks. Given its
size, dealing with these raptors would have been a piece of cake, but for some reason, this large eagle was clumsily
enduring their attacks.
The Taoist Sanfeng, who arrived not far from the scene, was very curious about the giant eagle's behavior. With a wave of his Taoist robe,
he easily resolved the giant eagle's crisis. Several birds of prey, seeing that someone had intervened, also flew away,
leaving only the giant eagle behind to tend to its injuries.
The Taoist Sanfeng quickly arrived at the giant eagle's side. Upon seeing Sanfeng, the eagle lowered its head, as if
thanking him for saving its life. Overjoyed, the eagle exclaimed, "What a spiritually gifted eagle!
With your abilities, you can easily drive away any raptors attacking you, yet you can withstand such an assault
. Do you aspire to cultivate the Tao and escape the animalistic path?" As
soon as Sanfeng finished speaking, the eagle seemed to understand, nodding vigorously at him. Sanfeng, delighted,
said, "What an aspiring eagle! Today was originally the day I entered the mortal world, but we have met. It is
fate. If you are interested in cultivating the Tao, I will stay a few more years and guide you into the Tao." "I will help you escape
the path of the beast. But you must also know that with your current cultivation level, to escape the path of the beast, you must go through
many tribulations and trials, and these are very difficult to convert. Are you mentally prepared?"
The eagle, hearing that Sanfeng was willing to guide it into the Dao, was overjoyed and flapped its two large wings, nodding vigorously at Sanfeng
. So Sanfeng asked the eagle to return with him to his cultivation place, thus beginning the eagle's path of cultivation...
Time flew by, and twenty years passed in an instant. A man and an eagle walked out of
the cave entrance made of mountain cave. The eagle was even more full of spiritual energy, and the Daoist Sanfeng was still as handsome as ever, as if he had not
changed due to the passage of time.
At this moment, the Taoist Sanfeng spoke earnestly to the giant eagle: "Eagle, all good things must come to an end.
It has been twenty years since I guided you into the Dao, and your cultivation has nearly reached the level of a half-immortal. However, the path to immortality is not
so easy. As the saying goes, 'The master leads you through the door,
but the cultivation is up to you.' I have already passed on the method of entering the Dao to you; the rest is up to your destiny. Our shared destiny has been fulfilled, and we must part ways to avoid hindering your cultivation. But
you need not worry, for I have already calculated for you. In the years to come, besides the
tribulations Besides, you will meet a new master, and this new master will be the one who helps you to become an immortal
. I hope you can get along well with him. I hope to see you soon, so that my
efforts to cultivate you will not have been in vain. Go, you foolish bird, take good care of yourself. I will be waiting for you there. After
Sanfeng finished speaking, he gently sent the general to the sky with both hands. The eagle also looked back at Sanfeng from time to time and cried
softly. The scene of separation made the Taoist who was about to become an immortal shed tears of reluctance
.
(2)
At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the world was still in chaos, and the lives of the people were even more miserable. In particular,
the corrupt officials who were recruited by the previous dynasty made the people suffer. The founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, was
originally a bandit, which emboldened the underworld and plunged the martial arts world into chaos. Seeing
this disorder, righteous people focused solely on self-preservation, with no one willing to contribute to the martial arts community.
The Taoist Sanfeng, entering the martial arts world, realized he couldn't single-handedly reverse the situation. Therefore,
he decided to use martial arts to awaken righteous people and encourage them to contribute to the martial arts community.
Sword Fortress, as its name suggests, is a fortress housing the world's finest swords. Its master, Ximen Jian, is a
highly skilled swordsman, renowned for his "Sinking Wave Sword Technique," and a peculiar
individual obsessed with swords and martial arts. Today, a Taoist carrying a heavy, unsharpened sword arrived at the gates of Sword Fortress. While the gatekeeper...
After the disciple inquired about the visitor's purpose, he immediately went inside to seek permission. Within moments, the Taoist was invited into the Sword Fortress.
Upon entering, the Taoist immediately recognized the fortress's architecture and knew its owner was no ordinary person. As he was browsing,
he heard a deep, resonant laugh approaching from afar. The newcomer was none other than Ximen Jian, the owner of the Sword Fortress.
Why was Ximen Jian so overjoyed? He had learned from his disciple that someone had come to challenge him to a martial arts duel. Naturally,
he was delighted. Ximen Jian was a martial arts enthusiast. Since his challenge to various martial arts sects ten years ago using the Chenlang Sword Technique,
no one had dared to challenge him. This led the martial arts fanatic to a state where no one wanted to be his opponent, and he, feeling
isolated and invincible, declared himself unrivaled. Therefore, knowing that someone had come to challenge him to a duel
was more gratifying than receiving a million taels of gold.
When Ximen Jian arrived at the arena, Sanfeng politely greeted him. Ximen Jian immediately recognized that
this Taoist would be a formidable opponent and warmly chatted with him, as if they were old friends. The
two began their literary duel without anyone noticing. They exchanged words back and forth, leaving
the disciples standing around the arena completely bewildered. Little did they know that this literary duel was far more dangerous than the martial arts duel.
Besides demonstrating their skills, they were also subtly testing their internal strength. The sight of them, swords drawn and
backs drenched in sweat, showed just how much effort they were putting in.
Time passed, but Ximen Jian and Sanfeng remained motionless, like
statues frozen in place. From sunrise to sunset, from night to day, they fought for three
days and three nights, leaving Ximen Jian's disciples utterly astonished.
Suddenly, Ximen Jian let out a muffled groan, staggering back three steps before regaining his balance.
Sanfeng, on the other hand, merely shrugged and calmly looked at Ximen Jian.
"Ha, ha, ha, I haven't felt this good in a long time! Thank you for your mercy, Daoist Master. If you hadn't
stopped in time, I, Ximen Jian, would be a cripple by now. However, I haven't had enough of the literary test yet.
How about you stay at this fortress, Daoist Master, and I'll host a welcome feast for you? Three days later, we'll have a martial arts test. What do you say
?"
Ximen Jian, having met his match, was unwilling to let this Daoist with extraordinary skills leave so easily. He instructed his
disciples to take Sanfeng to the VIP room to rest, while he himself returned to his room as if he had found a treasure.
As Ximen Jian walked towards his most beloved concubine's room, he felt no
discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, he felt refreshed and invigorated, as if his entire body were brimming with energy. Of course, Ximen Jian knew
this was a blessing from Zhang Sanfeng. During their duel, Sanfeng had indirectly refined the impure internal energy within him
, subtly elevating his cultivation level. This made Ximen Jian think of his young, beautiful
concubine, hoping to rediscover his former virility from her.
Gently pushing open the door, Ximen Jian intended to surprise his beloved concubine, Xiao Jing. However, upon entering,
the scene before him left him speechless. He saw Xiao Jing lying half-naked on the bed, one hand kneading
her snow-white breasts, the other holding a two-inch-wide dildo, which she was thrusting back and forth between her legs . She was moaning
softly, her alluring demeanor captivating, her phoenix
eyes half-closed, panting heavily. This sight revived Ximen Jian's half-broken member, causing it to bulge like a lion's wings
.
Ximen Jian quietly walked to Xiao Jing's bedside, his clothes already removed. He
climbed onto the bed, kneading Xiao Jing's other breast while grasping her hand at her genitals
, guiding it into her already throbbing vulva.
This sudden action startled Xiao Jing. Opening her eyes and recognizing Ximen Jian, her face
flushed red. She playfully accused him of sneaking to scare her, her alluring expression causing Ximen Jian's
penis to throb violently, striking Xiao Jing's snow-white body. When Xiao Jing saw Ximen
Jian's angry, hot penis, her surprised expression made Ximen Jian unable to resist pulling out
the dildo still inside her. He flipped over and pressed himself against her, aiming his penis at her wet
vagina, thrusting deep inside, making Xiao Jing moan and groan with pleasure.
Seeing Xiao Jing's strong reaction and enthusiastic response, Ximen Jian's heroic spirit soared.
He thrust wildly and forcefully, each time penetrating deep into Xiao Jing's core, causing her to blush and
pant heavily.
Ximen Jian, who hadn't felt such virility in a long time, not only vigorously fucked his beloved concubine Xiao Jing, but also felt grateful for the favor bestowed upon him by Zhang Sanfeng. He was also thrilled
to have finally regained his masculine prowess, fucking Xiao Jing until she cried out that she couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah...ah...oh...oh...God...uh...uh...woo...woo...oh...it's so good
...Master...fuck...fuck faster...yes...fuck harder...oh...oh...
oh..."
"Master...your big cock...fucks me so well...so pleasurable...oh oh...God
...when did you become so strong...ah...ah ah ah...uh...uh...uh...good...so good
...you...you're making...me...so comfortable...uh...uh...uh...uh...yes...yes
...that's...just like that...I...I...ah...ah...ah...ah..."
"Hmm...hmm...so good...you...make...me...so comfortable...so pleasurable...
Master...hmm...hmm...so good...yes...faster...continue...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah
...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah...oh...oh..."
Seeing Xiao Jing's lewd appearance, Ximen Jian fucked her while asking her if she felt very comfortable.
Xiao Jing closed her eyes and didn't answer, instead tightly embracing Ximen Jian's body, her legs wrapped tightly around his
waist.
Seeing that he had finally aroused her so much, Ximen Jian felt an unprecedented sense of superiority and
fucked Xiao Jing even more vigorously. Xiao Jing ultimately couldn't withstand Ximen Jian's intense onslaught, experiencing more than three orgasms before
completely passing out. At that moment, Ximen Jian let out a low moan and ejaculated.
The essence of the essence, and tired, lay on Xiao Jing's body and fell asleep contentedly.
(3)
The three-day period soon arrived. When Sanfeng saw Ximen Jian arrive at the competition venue with a bright and cheerful expression, he smiled knowingly
. Ximen Jian walked up to Sanfeng, knelt down on one knee, and said to him gratefully, "Thank you
for your help, Daoist Master, which has allowed me, Ximen Jian, to improve my cultivation. I am truly grateful."
After Sanfeng fully accepted Ximen Jian's kneeling, he reached out and helped Ximen Jian up, and
said to him, "Lord Ximen, you don't need to be so polite. I just didn't want to see you unable to improve your cultivation because of impure internal energy. It
was just a small favor. You don't need to worry about it. Don't we still have
a martial arts competition today? If we continue to be so polite, then there will be no competition."
After Sanfeng finished speaking, the two smiled at the same time and then took their stances to face each other.
The sword Ximen Jian held at this moment was forged from thousand-year-old cold iron. It was twelve inches long and two
inches wide, a top-tier sword capable of cutting through iron like mud, named "Changhong" (Long Rainbow). Ximen Jian's fingers formed a sword incantation, and faint
sword energy could be seen emanating from the tip. Seeing Ximen Jian's stance, Sanfeng also took down his heavy, long, blunt
sword from his back, awaiting Ximen Jian's attack.
Ximen Jian let out a soft shout, and the opening move of his Shenlang Sword Technique, "Waves Rise Without Wind," unleashed a powerful net of swords that
enveloped Sanfeng, engulfing him completely. Seeing the approaching sword shadows, Sanfeng calmly
swung his heavy sword. Swords and figures clashed repeatedly in the arena, the clanging of weapons
echoing throughout. The sword energy emanating from both fighters
affected everything in the arena, leaving nothing unscathed. The disciples who had initially stood in the arena hastily withdrew
to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ximen Jian finally succumbed, losing by a single strike. Filled
with immense admiration and longing for Zhang Sanfeng's mastery of swordsmanship, he humbly inquired of the Daoist Zhang Sanfeng why his swordsmanship
was so extraordinary.
"Lord Ximen," Sanfeng said, "the sword moves with lightness and grace. Though light and long, the sword
is still made of iron, which still hinders its speed. If you could transform the tangible into the intangible,
your swordsmanship would be even more refined."
Sanfeng explained the essence of swordsmanship to Ximen Jian, who, overjoyed, inquired about how to
transform the tangible into the intangible. Sanfeng generously shared his knowledge with Ximen Jian. Because of
Sanfeng's guidance, Ximen Jian later became the leader of the righteous path, annihilating the underworld.
From then on, Sanfeng traveled throughout the martial arts world, befriending various
schools of swords, fists, and palms. Through his guidance, the martial arts of each school
improved significantly. Encouraged by Sanfeng, the various schools finally cooperated, contributing their
efforts to the martial arts world. In gratitude for Zhang Sanfeng's benevolence, the righteous martial arts world bestowed upon him the title of "Martial Saint"—Daoist Zhang Sanfeng.
Daoist Zhang Sanfeng successfully united the righteous to resist tyranny, and he also completed his research into martial arts.
One day, while resting and drinking tea in a teahouse, a disheveled young man, dressed in rags and carrying an
iron sword with a cloth-wrapped hilt and a rusty blade, approached Zhang Sanfeng and challenged
him to a sword duel. Zhang Sanfeng, seeing the young man's disheveled appearance, recognized his exceptional martial arts talent
and agreed to the duel to test his abilities.
The winner of the duel was, of course, Daoist Zhang Sanfeng, but he was even more impressed by the young man's skill,
especially after learning that the young man's swordsmanship was self-taught and that he had defeated dozens of skilled swordsmen. He
was filled with admiration for the young man and decided to nurture him into a master swordsman.
Thus, under Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, the young man began his journey to becoming a top-tier swordsman.
Zhang Sanfeng even gifted him his heavy sword, which would later become the legendary
swordsman "Dugu Qiubai." This heavy sword, given by Zhang Sanfeng, later fell into the hands of Yang Guo, and the Divine Condor also
later encountered Yang Guo, as if preordained. Later, when the Yin-Yang Demon wreaked havoc on the martial world, Zhang Sanfeng , along with the South Sea Divine Nun and the Heavenly Tribulation Master, joined forces to annihilate the demon, and was subsequently hailed by the martial arts world 　　as one of the Three Immortals of
the Martial World . 　　Volume Three: The Divine Nun of the South Sea 　　(1) 　　Deep within the imperial palace, in the Empress's chambers, a nun in white robes gazed thoughtfully 　　at the bright moon. As she pondered, the Empress, clad in a phoenix robe, entered from outside and 　　approached her. The nun turned, looking at the Empress with loving eyes 　　. 　　"Master, what's troubling you? Your furrowed brow makes me so sad." 　　It turned out this nun was the Empress's master; no wonder she was allowed to reside in the Empress's chambers. Seeing her beloved disciple's concern, the nun 　　felt a pang of helplessness. She gazed at her only disciple with tender eyes, 　　but could not reveal her innermost secret, lest it spoil the heavens. 　　"Yan'er, Master is fine. It's just that our master-disciple bond has ended, and Master is about to leave you 　　, so I'm a little reluctant," the nun gently told her disciple. 　　"No, Master, Yan'er won't let you go. You are Yan'er's only family in this world. How can Yan'er bear 　　to let you go? Please stay, Master! Let Yan'er be filial to you forever." 　　The beautiful and charming Yan'er pleaded with the nun with tears streaming down her face. Her tearful appearance made it even harder 　　to refuse, and her beauty would later cause her misfortune. But that's another story, and I won't 　　go into details here. Looking at her charming disciple, the nun couldn't help but recall the past... 　　In a meditation room filled with the fragrance of incense and the antique atmosphere, a nun who was over a hundred years old sat 　　facing a young nun on a futon, deep in conversation. 　　"South China Sea, since our sect's founder established the sect, we have rarely approached the martial arts world, and no one has ever ventured into the martial arts world to manage it."

"You are a rare talent in our sect, having successfully cultivated both Buddhism and martial arts over the years.
You are one of our most outstanding individuals. Perhaps it is because of this special relationship that you must undergo the tribulations of the mortal world. Given
the current situation, the world is embroiled in continuous war, and the martial arts world is also in turmoil. Because of your
master-disciple relationship with the wife of Zhao Kuangyin, who led the uprising, you are indirectly required to assist Zhao Kuangyin in achieving
his great cause. Therefore, I have summoned you here today for this matter. Go! Cultivation in the world will
enhance your cultivation and also dispel the tribulations you were born with. Go! My good disciple!"
Following her master's instructions, the nun from the South Sea finally picked up her baggage and left the place where she had grown up, embarking on a journey to
benefit the martial arts world.
The rebel army, composed of outlaws and civilian righteous men led by Zhao Kuangyin, finally stormed
the eastern gate of the capital. Here, Zhao Kuangyin's army encountered the strongest resistance since the uprising began
, suffering heavy losses. Worse still, his beloved wife fell into
the hands of the defending soldiers. Faced with the choice of rescuing his wife or retreating, Zhao Kuangyin chose to retreat, awaiting reinforcements
. This agonizing decision was known only to Zhao Kuangyin himself…
Inside the eastern city defense camp, campfires blazed, and all the officers and soldiers were gathered around a cross-shaped wooden
stake, drinking and celebrating. Why were they so excited? A stunningly beautiful woman was bound tightly to a wooden stake.
Bathed in the firelight, she appeared even more radiant. Her pitiful and sorrowful face
captivated the soldiers, who were completely mesmerized. It was no wonder they were gathered on the drill ground late into the night
.
This woman was none other than Bai Yan'er, the wife of the rebel leader Zhao Kuangyin.
Her unparalleled beauty as a prisoner of war had aroused the lust of the defending general, Jiang Ba. He decided to defile this
beauty, both to free his own penis and to demoralize Zhao Kuangyin's army.
Therefore, Jiang Ba had Zhao Kuangyin's wife bound to the drill ground, utterly humiliating her to satisfy his perverse
desires.
At this moment, Bai Yan'er was subjected to the "baptism" of the soldiers' hands. Her clothes had been torn off, leaving
her barely clothed. Her snow-white body, barely visible in the firelight, looked even more alluring, causing the soldiers to drool.
Some even reached into their pants to masturbate. The whole scene was as
dangerous as a sheep surrounded by wolves.
Just as the soldiers were about to unleash their fury, Jiang Ba stepped into the crowd, instantly halting everyone's movements.
Addressing the group, Jiang Ba said, "Brothers, I, Jiang Ba, have always rewarded those who have rendered meritorious service and punished those who have committed wrongdoing,
haven't I? Of course, I've also said that we share good fortune together, haven't I? This woman is
the wife of the rebel leader Zhao Kuangyin. Now that she's in our hands, don't you think we should seek compensation from her? Shouldn't
she offer herself as an explanation to our fallen brothers? Don't you all agree?"
Jiang Ba's speech resonated strongly with the soldiers, making him appear as a good leader and
brother in their eyes. Several officers then untied Bai Yan'er, lifted her up, and led her to Jiang
Ba's tent. Encouraged by the soldiers, Jiang Ba grinned lewdly and happily headed towards his
tent, ready to savor Bai Yan'er's fair and tender body...
Would Bai Yan'er be humiliated by everyone? Would Zhao Kuangyin be able to rescue his beloved wife in time?
When did the relationship between the South Sea Goddess and Bai Yan'er begin?
(2)
That night, in Zhao Kuangyin's tent, Zhao Kuangyin paced back and forth anxiously.
He did not look like a genius who could command thousands of troops and was full of talent. At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin looked like a husband who had lost
his wife. He was completely out of character.
Just then, a burly man in military uniform entered. Zhao Kuangyin, seeing this man,
felt as if he had seen a savior and hurriedly welcomed him into the tent. He said urgently,
"Brother Huang, you've kept me waiting anxiously! You know, I'm as
anxious as an ant on a hot pan!"
"Brother, what's making you so flustered? You've really lost your composure right now! What's troubling you, brother?
I'll help you solve it," the burly man said, seeing Zhao Kuangyin's anxiety, and volunteered to
share his burden.
"Brother, I only asked for your help because I needed it. To be honest, you know
your sister-in-law has been captured by that bandit Jiang Ba and is definitely in trouble. Originally, I wanted to rescue
her alone, but as the leader of this group, if something happens to me, our righteous army will
fall apart. So, after much thought, I thought of you. I believe you are skilled in martial arts and
resourceful; I'm sure you have a way to rescue her. Because you know..." "Sister
-in-law, she's the apple of my eye! I'm sure Jiang Ba will use her as leverage. If this leads to
this situation, I really don't know what to do. So please, I'm begging you, please take the risk and
help me rescue her!"
Zhao Kuangyin pleaded with the burly man, making him reluctantly agree.
The man knew it was an impossible task, but seeing Zhao Kuangyin's earnest pleas, he
had no choice but to agree.
"Brother, I, Huang Cheng, swear to heaven, even if it costs me my life, I will
bring your sister-in-law back to you safe and sound. Brother, I will go and prepare now, and under the cover of night, I will sneak into the enemy camp and rescue her
."
Huang Cheng finished speaking and stood up to leave the military tent. However, he never expected that Zhao Kuangyin behind him
would reveal an incomprehensible smile. What this slightly sinister smile meant,
only Zhao Kuangyin himself knew!
The South Sea nun, after bidding farewell to her master, used her superb lightness skill to fly tirelessly, as if
rushing for some urgent matter, while constantly muttering to herself, "Amitabha."
"Buddha, I hope someone can save her, otherwise things will be terrible."
The South China Sea nun rushed anxiously, but what was she so anxious about? At that moment, her figure
vanished into the merciless night sky.
"Waaah...no...get away...ah...it hurts so much..." A woman's scream shattered
the tranquility of the night. The woman was being pinned down by a giant man covered in hair, his
massive buttocks swaying up and down like a pile driver.
This woman was none other than Bai Yan'er, Zhao Kuangyin's first wife, now finally unable to escape her
fate of being violated; and the giant man on top of her was none other than Jiang Ba, Zhao Kuangyin's mortal enemy,
his face displaying an extremely lewd expression, as if he were experiencing extreme pleasure.
It's no wonder he was so excited. Bai Yan'er had been fighting alongside Zhao Kuangyin in the east and west
for so long that she hadn't shared a room with him. Her snow-white and plump vulva was as tight as a virgin's,
which explains why Jiang Ba was so thrilled.
"Ha...ha...I'm dying of pleasure! I've never been to Zhao's wife's cunt before, it's so tight and elastic
, it's gripping my cock so tightly, it feels amazing! Especially that cunt, it's like a little mouth, sucking and biting me until I almost ejaculate
, ha...ha...it feels so good...brothers, this slut's cunt is a once-in-a-millennium treasure...oh...
I can't take it anymore...I'm about to cum...ha...ha..."
Jiang Ba's lower body thrust violently, while Bai Yan'er beneath him had already fainted countless
times from his frenzied fucking. Jiang Ba, too, gasped for breath, his whole body trembling, his lower body pressed tightly against Bai Yan'er's torn and
bleeding cunt, panting heavily.
Shortly after Jiang Ba ejaculated, in the woods outside the campfire area, a person sighed softly, eyes bloodshot,
lips tightly pressed together, fists clenched tightly. The man who arrived was Huang Cheng, who had been requested by Zhao Kuangyin.
Seeing Bai Yan'er had been kissed by bandits, Huang Cheng was filled with guilt, blaming himself for arriving too late. Even though this had caused his deeply
respected and beloved sister-in-law to suffer misfortune, Huang Cheng had only one thought in his mind: to kill Fa
Jiangba, wipe out the bandits, and rescue Bai Yan'er. So Huang Cheng walked out of the woods alone, step
by step, towards the camp before him…
Just as Huang Cheng reached the camp, he… A nun dressed in snow-white robes appeared not far behind.
This was the South Sea Nun. She murmured, "Amitabha! This humble nun is too late
. I cannot stop her. Fine, I will save her first. Buddha! The South Sea is about to unleash a massacre
, slaying demons and monsters. Please forgive me, Buddha!" Having said this, the South Sea Nun followed Huang Cheng, walking
towards the camp… From then on, she was revered by martial arts practitioners as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial World.
[The End
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