【Martial Arts Revenge】(3)

Chapter 3: The Villain Punishes the Culprit
Foreword: The moderator said my previous chapter was too short, so I had to write more this time! Also,
this is my first time publishing a work on this site, and my writing is really not satisfactory. If you have any opinions
, please feel free to give them so I can know my shortcomings and make corrections. If you really don't want to type, just send me a heart. Don't
make me feel like I've read so much but don't appreciate it; that's a huge blow to my motivation!
Today, the tea house seems to be doing very well. Several luxurious carriages are parked outside, and several others are filled with
luggage. Several burly men with swords are guarding the area.
Zhao Hentian saw a carriage with a large flag that read "Zhongyuan Escort Agency" and thought, "Is this
the Jianghu Escort Agency that my mother always talks about?" He couldn't help but take a few more glances, wanting to learn more about it.
The guards, seeing a young man with tattered clothes staring intently at the carriage, assumed he was a thief
and shouted, "Where did this thief come from? Get out of the way! Don't you know this is 'Zhongyuan Escort Agency's' cargo? How dare you
steal it?"
Zhao Hentian retorted angrily, "I'm not a thief, I'm just trying to make a living." The escort impatiently snapped, "Look at your poor appearance
, can you even make a living? You're more like a beggar." Zhao Hentian, young and unable to bear being looked down upon, said, "Judging by appearances is not gentlemanly
behavior."
Zhao Hentian walked proudly into the teahouse, only to find it already full. The small teahouse had only a dozen or so
tables, all occupied by burly men who were munching on steamed buns and tea. They were all
dressed in the same color clothing, presumably escorts and porters from the "Zhongyuan Escort Agency."
Seated in the best spot in the teahouse were two men and a woman. The older of the two, a middle-aged couple, were presumably the husband and wife
. The man had a small mustache, a head of frosty white hair, and a weathered face; his every move exuded authority.
His wife was a still-attractive and beautiful woman, dressed in simple yet elegant clothing, with a long sword at her waist— clearly
a skilled swordswoman.
Beside them sat a young woman with delicate and beautiful features, possessing a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world
. Given the striking resemblance between the couple, they were likely a family, and probably top
leaders of the "Central Plains Escort Agency. "
Upon seeing Zhao Hentian enter, the escorts all tensed up, fully alert; some even lowered their hands to the
hilts of their swords under the table.
Seeing the situation was a bit off, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward and called out, "Hey little beggar, here are some steamed buns for you, hurry up and leave!"
Seeing Zhao Hentian's ragged clothes, the shopkeeper assumed he was some kind of beggar and stuffed a few steamed buns into his hand, urging him
to leave quickly, fearing these江湖人士 (jianghu figures) would cause trouble in his small teahouse.
Zhao Hentian pushed the shopkeeper's hand away, saying, "I'm not a beggar, I'm a scholar. A gentleman doesn't accept charity
. I'm here to buy some steamed buns."
The shopkeeper chuckled, "You're here to buy steamed buns?"
"Yes..." Zhao Hentian couldn't bear the disdainful looks he received and immediately pulled out some money, but it
wasn't enough.
The shopkeeper laughed, "Hehe, take it. There hasn't been a war for over ten years since the 'Treaty of Shanyuan,'
the country is peaceful and prosperous, you should have some money."
"I don't want it! I'm a scholar, how can I beg for a pittance..." Zhao Hentian's face burned,
and he hurried away from this embarrassing place.
But then a silvery laugh rang out behind him: "Mother, that little beggar is so silly..." The woman didn't
answer, only scolding her daughter: "Don't be rude!"
Zhao Hentian was annoyed and turned around to look at the source of the voice. It was the beautiful young girl. He called out, "I'm not a beggar."
The girl chuckled, revealing a small dimple on her face, quite adorable: "You're dressed so raggedly,
what else could you be but a beggar?"
"Just because you're dressed raggedly doesn't mean you're a beggar!" Zhao Hentian retorted angrily. " You
can't judge a book by its cover. Everyone has their own talents, and I believe I'll make something of myself someday."
"That's ambitious." The girl wanted to say something more, but her mother stopped her, "Shopkeeper, this young man's bill is on
our account."
"What?" Zhao Hentian didn't quite understand. The shopkeeper said from the side, "Young man, you've met a benefactor."
Zhao Hentian saw that the woman was beautiful and had a kind and gentle face, and felt a good impression of her. "I don't need it..."
The woman smiled and said, "Young man, it's rare to see someone with such ambition. This money isn't for you, it's a loan.
You can pay me back when you've made something of yourself."
Zhao Hentian thought for a moment, then heard his stomach rumble. "Alright, it's a loan. I'll definitely pay you back in the future.
Let's write it down now! By the way, may I ask your name, madam?"
"Bang!" Before the woman could answer, the wooden door of the teahouse suddenly shattered and exploded. The two wooden doors, propelled by the force,
shot towards her like cannonballs.
The couple was shocked. They struck out with both palms, and with a loud bang, the wooden door exploded into countless wood
chips. Although they managed to block it in time, their hands throbbed with pain, secretly amazed by the extraordinary skill of the newcomer.
"Haha, little beggar, you don't even recognize the renowned Chief Escort Zhao Tianhao and his
wife from the 'Central Plains Escort Agency'? You're unworthy of being from Jiangnan!" A booming voice boomed from outside the door, imbued with profound internal energy. The sound, like a resounding
bell, caused those with weak internal energy within the teahouse to experience earaches and dizziness.
Zhao Tianhao and his companions were secretly alarmed: "Such profound internal energy! Huh? That kid is actually unharmed..."
All they could see were people injured by the newcomer's sonic attack, yet the little beggar was completely unscathed. This kid's origins were unknown,
and he possessed considerable internal energy cultivation. Was he friend or foe?
Zhao Hentian, completely unaware that he was being suspected, looked at the pained expressions of those around him and asked curiously, "Zhao Tianhao
, you're surnamed Zhao, right? We're from the same clan! Huh? What's wrong with you all?"
"Haha, good lad, such internal strength at such a young age, rare indeed! Rare indeed!" Before the people around him
could answer, a burly man entered through the door. He was dressed in coarse linen, like a farmer,
but the long sword he carried prevented him from being mistaken for a peasant.
However, what made him stand out was the long iron chain he was carrying, one end of which was
tied to the neck of a beautiful and alluring young woman, being dragged along like an animal by her master. She was stunningly beautiful.
Her face was numb, as if she had grown accustomed to it all.
Upon seeing this woman, the Zhao family's expressions changed drastically, their eyes blazing with fury: "Sima Ping (Ping'er)!"
The newcomer laughed loudly: "Haha... Master Zhao, so you recognize her? That makes things easier!"
Before Zhao Tianhao could speak, his wife, Wu Tianxin, interrupted angrily: "Lei the Madman, don't play dumb with me! She is
the only daughter of my husband's sworn brother, Sima Yunyi, who died tragically under your blade! How dare you insult her like this?
We will definitely avenge her!"
"He is the Madman, Lei the Madman!" "
The swordsman who fought Zhao the镖头 (bodyguard) at the First Line of Water two years ago, to a draw?" "I heard he's cruel and lecherous..." Before Wu Tianxin could finish speaking, the sound of swords being drawn echoed from the teahouse
. The镖师 (bodyguards) rushed forward, their expressions tense, as if facing a formidable enemy!
Zhao Hentian, listening to the surrounding bodyguards' discussions, was completely bewildered, having never heard of the "Mad Blade" legend before.
He asked, "Who is Lei Wentian?"
Lei Wentian replied, somewhat displeased, "Which sect's disciple are you? How dare you be so rude! Did your elders not teach you properly?"
"My elders?" Zhao Hentian, upon hearing this, recalled his promiscuous mother and his father, who was mistakenly accused of being a traitor.
All the shameful things, all the family scandals told to outsiders, made his face flush red, and a surge of anger rose within him. "Shut up!
I won't allow you to speak of my elders!"
Lei Wentian was a household name in Jiangnan. He was a lone swordsman, nicknamed "Mad Blade," known
for his arrogance, lust, and thirst for fame. He challenged martial arts masters everywhere, possessing the extraordinary martial art "Na Zhen Shen Jue" and
the "Jue Tian Dao Shi" technique. He had slain many renowned martial artists, even the once-renowned "Heroic Blade" Shu Daoxing, known as the number one swordsman in Jiangnan
, was killed by him in three strikes at the marketplace.
He quickly made many enemies in the Jiangnan martial arts world, but his superior martial arts skills and ruthless methods proved too much. Those
young heroes who, lacking proper training and driven by momentary impulse, sought revenge against him were invariably killed and exterminated
. Women suffered even more tragic fates, often being raped and murdered.
The righteous path had tried to eliminate him many times, but those he killed were always defeated in duels, leaving the righteous path with few pretexts
to do so.
In the Jiangnan martial arts world, everyone who heard of Lei Wentian treated him with utmost respect, fearing to displease him
. Zhao Hentian's disrespect was seen as suicidal by him. With a furious roar, he shouted, "You filthy beggar,
you think you can take advantage of my kindness? I'll chop you down with one stroke!"
With a clang, his long sword was drawn, drawing a beautiful arc in the air as it slashed towards Zhao Hentian's neck.
Although Zhao Hentian possessed strong internal energy, his combat experience was far too limited. Faced with a sudden attack, he was at a loss for what
to do.
Just as he was about to die, Zhao Tianhao parried the blow with his sword. The clash of swords and blades released
a burst of energy that stung Zhao Hentian's skin, forcing him to retreat several feet.
Zhao Tianhao growled, "Lei the Madman, you're a well-known figure in the martial world, yet you dare to attack a child?
Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your 'Mad Blade' reputation?"
Lei Wentian, always valuing his reputation, snorted coldly at Zhao Tianhao's words, sheathing his sword and retreating, "Hmph, I'll
spare your life for the sake of Master Zhao."
Zhao Hentian, a mere child, had never experienced life and death. The moment he sheathed his sword, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground,
panting heavily, overcome with fear.
Zhao Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lei Wentian withdraw. He had personally experienced Lei Wentian's "Heaven-Slaying Blade Technique" two years ago when they
fought to avenge his sworn brother, Sima Yunyi, at the First Line of Water. It was domineering and ruthless, leaving no chance of survival.
At that time, he had used all the ultimate moves of his famous sword technique, "Seven Stars Shining Together," and only when both were severely injured did he
let Lei Wentian stop.
If they were to face each other again today, regardless of the reason, just seeing how Lei Wentian treated his sworn brother's daughter like an animal, a renewed battle was
inevitable. It was hard to predict how much Lei Wentian's sword technique had improved in the past two years, but he knew that this battle would be long and
difficult.
He asked softly, "Ping'er, I am your Uncle Zhao! Do you recognize me?"
"Uncle Zhao..." Upon receiving a response, Sima Ping raised her pretty eyes slightly, her lifeless gaze looking ahead
before falling back down. Her lifeless appearance was heartbreaking.
"Where have you been these past two years? Didn't you leave a note saying you were going out to seek out a famous master to learn martial arts? How did you end up in Lei Kuangtu's
hands?" He knew Lei Kuangtu's stigma well, and judging from Sima Ping's appearance, he knew her innocence had long been lost. He just didn't know what kind of
enslavement and torture she had suffered to become the living dead she was now.
"These past two years? This little slut has been eating well and drinking well here with me." Lei Wentian said with a lewd smile, "I
've been using my big stick to train her every day, fucking her until she's moaning incessantly. She's doing very well!"
"You beast, you won't die a good death! Ping'er. Your aunt and the others will come to save you right away." Wu Tianxin couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
She understood that Sima Ping was eager to avenge her father and had overestimated her abilities by going to seek revenge against Lei Kuangtu. As a result, she
was outmatched and captured. In the martial arts world, killing is just a matter of beheading, but Lei Kuangtu treated a woman like this. It was truly intolerable
! He drew his weapon to rush forward to save her, and his daughter followed closely behind with her sword drawn. The bodyguards also formed a battle formation.
Zhao Hentian was taken aback. Was a war about to break out? "I'm just a passerby, this has nothing to do with me," he thought. He quickly crawled
under the table to hide. Just as he squeezed in, he heard a cry of pain. Looking down, he saw the shopkeeper trembling on the ground,
muttering, "My teahouse! Half a lifetime's work is gone!"
"My condolences!" The shopkeeper had been very kind to him before, and seeing this, he felt great sympathy, but there was nothing he could do but
offer a word of comfort.
Lei Wentian glared coldly, slamming his sword into the ground: "You're ganging up on us! Come at me all at once! I'll show you what it means to
be a tiger among sheep!"
Hearing his arrogant words, the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) stirred. Zhao Yanling shouted, "Stop your arrogance! Today is
the day you, you villain, will meet your end!"
A great battle seemed imminent, but Zhao Tianhao acted strangely, raising his hand to stop the crowd: "Don't make any rash moves!"
The crowd was confused, but their long experience as镖师 had instilled in them the belief that their chief镖头 (chief镖头) was absolutely right. Unconsciously,
they retreated angrily, forming a circle several feet away.
But his daughter, Zhao Yanling, couldn't hold back any longer: "Father! Why stop! Let's all rescue Sister Ping
!" Her words were met with nods of agreement from many of the镖师.
Zhao Tianhao said calmly, "He's a guest from afar, so let's hear what he's up to!"
"Haha... Zhao, you're so straightforward." Lei Wentian looked up at the sky. "I'll speak frankly. I've heard that
Chief Escort Zhao is escorting the renowned Su Ya, a lady from the famous Qinhuai family in Jiangnan, to the Liao Kingdom to find
her husband. I've heard that Su Ya is exceptionally beautiful and talented, so I've come to have a brief affair with her."
These words caused an uproar, especially among the bodyguards. They had seen Su Ya's beauty and
were utterly astonished. Looking at Lei Wentian's ugly appearance, it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.
Before anyone could speak, Zhao Yanling interjected, "A toad lusting after a swan! You ugly bastard, you're not worthy of Sister Su!
You might as well go home and hang yourself!"
"You're asking for death!" Lei Wentian, always concerned with his reputation, wouldn't tolerate this junior's repeated disrespect. With his right hand
gripping the knife, he made a feinting slash in the air, unleashing an unparalleled blade of energy that cleaved the ground, striking directly at the talkative Zhao
Yanling.
Accustomed to a life of luxury at home, Zhao Yanling had never witnessed such formidable martial arts and was instantly terrified, her face turning pale
and her mind blank.
In that critical moment, a deep blue sword aura slashed through the air, intercepting the fatal blow. The two forces collided in a
deafening metallic clang, saving her life.
Zhao Tianhao's face was grim: "Truly living up to the name of a madman, do you think this is possible?"
Lei Wentian sneered: "I know it's impossible under normal circumstances, but I came prepared. Little slut, come
here." He pulled Sima Ping in front of him, "Chief Zhao, look at this woman, she's stunningly beautiful, and her skills in bed have been
honed to perfection by me! I guarantee you'll crave more. I'll use her to exchange for a night of pleasure with Suya. If it works out, I'll fulfill my
wish, and you can also taste the flavor of a young girl. Everyone wins."
"Outrageous! You..." Even with his superior composure, Zhao Tianhao was furious, and the others cursed him
in unison.
"Don't believe me?" Lei Wen said to himself, "You little slut, take off all your clothes, and I'll
put on a live sex show for you right here. It'll be more than worth it!"
"Yes," Sima Ping replied, and began to take off her clothes. She reached down and removed her belt and her seductive
outer garment. Everyone was stunned. Sima Ping's words were strange enough, but they didn't expect her to actually take them off. For a moment,
the entire teahouse fell silent as they watched Sima Ping remove her outer and inner garments, leaving only her bodice and underpants.
The pink bodice covered her bulging breasts, and a thin, transparent silk underpants stubbornly protected that
small triangle area, through which a small patch of dark skin could be faintly seen. Her snow-white, plump flesh was both revealed and concealed, full of infinite
temptation. The brothers in the crotches of the surrounding bodyguards couldn't help but raise their heads.
Standing naked before a group of men, Sima Ping showed no shame whatsoever, as if this body
didn't belong to her. She continued to remove the rest of her clothes as Lei Wentian instructed.
With a soft "plop," the clothes fell to the ground, and Sima Ping's proud, full breasts emerged from her bodice,
trembling and fully exposed to the crowd. Surprisingly, two bells hung from her nipples,
jingling strangely and erotically as she undressed.
The last piece of clothing covering her private parts, the underpants, was also removed and tossed aside. Sima Ping's body was completely naked. Her
snow-white skin, high, firm breasts, slender waist, long, white legs, smooth, flat
abdomen, and alluring triangle of skin stunned all the men present.
"Ah! You beast… I'll kill you!" Wu Tianxin cried out, drawing his sword to attack, but was pulled back by Zhao Tianhao.
Wu Tianxin turned around and glared angrily: "Let go, I want to save Ping'er."
Zhao Tianhao gritted his teeth: "If you go, you'll only make Ping'er die faster. This madman seems to be casually wielding his sword,
but in reality, his entire body's sword intent is locked onto Ping'er. He can kill her with a single strike. He wants to humiliate us
."
"Ping'er!..." Wu Tianxin knew that her husband's martial arts were far superior to hers, and what he said was absolutely true. For Sima Ping's
safety, she could only retreat with tears in her eyes.
「历害吧！」雷问天得意地狞笑，上前抓着司马萍的铃铛摇响，「赵大侠，
看到自己的姪女裸体很过瘾吧！」扯动铃铛，拉扯娇嫩粉线的乳头，司马萍脸色
露出疼痛难忍受之色，发生阵阵呻吟声：「好痛……轻点，嗯……啊……」
『啪』雷问天一记响亮耳光把司马萍脸上，「淫妇，谁准你叫痛的，给我叫
爽……」
「是……是……好爽……」司马萍连忙低声说对不起，跟着发出阵阵连妓女
自愧不如叫床声，但那声音中痛苦多过快乐。
「人渣！」藏在桌子的赵恨天愤恨地骂道，由于其母关系，他对这种强迫女
子的人尤其痛恨，恨不得将雷问天一掌拍死，但摄于先前一刀之威，让他不敢妄
动。
The same resentment existed among Zhao Tianhao's group of bodyguards, but they were unable to act due to the hostages in their hands. More
importantly, their opponent was highly skilled; even a casual movement was a natural, unassailable strike. Any rash action would likely result in
a counterattack.
Seeing Zhao Tianhao's face contorted with rage, Lei Wentian knew he was deeply angered and felt immense satisfaction.
The grudge from his severe injury at the First Line of Water had lessened considerably. However, his goal was not limited to this; he wanted to personally kill Zhao Tianhao to avenge his past grievances. He
knew his enemy's martial arts were profound, and even with his own mastery of profound skills and improved swordsmanship over the past two years, killing him
would likely come at a heavy price. Even if he avenged himself, his own life would be short. In the Jiangnan martial arts world, Zhao
Tianhao had a sworn brother, known as one of the Northern and Southern Sword Masters, the Golden Sword Nameless Weary of Heaven!
His martial arts skills were comparable to Zhao Tianhao's, but what was more deadly was that he lacked Zhao Tianhao's code of honor
. His principle was: once the sword is drawn, right or wrong, reason or motive, only life and death matter!
Lei Wentian wasn't afraid of his martial arts skills, but rather his personality. He feared that if he were to kill someone and sustain injuries, he would likely
die by his sword before his wounds healed. Therefore, to kill Zhao Tianhao with minimal injury, he had to let Zhao Tianhao make a mistake.
The best way was to humiliate his deceased brother's daughter in front of him. This was also why, after failing to avenge his brother Sima Ping, he didn't eliminate her completely as usual.
After fondling Sima Ping's breasts, he lifted one of her legs with one hand, spreading it at a right angle.
She completely exposed her pink vulva to Zhao Tianhao, manipulating it with her hand to reveal the tender pink flesh inside, while
chuckling, "The little vulva of a chivalrous woman is indeed different from that of ordinary village girls and foolish women. I've been fucking it for almost a year and it hasn't
changed color. It's still plump and pretty, don't you think?"
"Shameless!" Zhao Yanling and her daughter, being respectable women, were filled with shame and anger at this lewd act and turned their faces away.
The other镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) respected her as the daughter of the second-in-command of the镖局 (bodyguard agency), and although they had lustful thoughts, they were unwilling to look and turned their heads away as well.
Zhao Tianhao, as an elder, wanted to turn his head away, but he knew that facing such a powerful enemy, a moment of distraction could mean death. He could only
stare intently ahead, his heart feeling as if a thousand sharp blades were piercing it. He had no face to face his brothers in the afterlife, and his right hand gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly that it rattled.
Lei Wentian knew this wasn't enough of a scene, so he immediately pulled down his pants, revealing a huge black rod, and
viciously thrust it into Sima Ping from behind. Ignoring the dryness inside her, he began a long, drawn-out thrusting motion, causing Sima Ping excruciating pain and screams
of agony.
"Put your hand..." Zhao Tianhao felt a sweet taste in his throat, a strange odor rising within him. He knew he was so angry that his internal energy
was disordered, his true qi had gone awry, and his internal organs were damaged. He quickly circulated his qi to suppress the blood, determined not to make the slightest mistake in front of Lei Wentian,
or the consequences would be unimaginable.
Amidst the angry curses of the bodyguards, Lei Wentian thrust faster and faster, the girl's screams filling
him with a torturous pleasure that made him miss the crisis of discovering Zhao Tianhao's unease: "Her little hole is so tight! I've fucked her hundreds of times, and she
's still so tight. Sima Yunyi really gave birth to a good daughter. I should have known better than to give him a good beating back then, so my good father-in-law could have died a quick
death. Otherwise, he would have died from the pain of my ultimate move, 'Double Qi Flow, Piercing Heaven Strike, One Slash of Wind and Moon,' for fourteen days."
Hearing Sima Yunyi's name, Sima Ping, who had been screaming in agony, had tears streaming down her face, seemingly heartbroken . No
matter how he was tortured, she no longer made a sound.
"Silent and lifeless, not satisfying at all. Come on, I'll add some medicine." Lei Wentian angrily
slapped Sima Ping's buttocks several times, making her flesh turn red, then pulled out his penis, applied something to it, and thrust it back into her little hole,
beginning another round of thrusting.
"Ah...ah...so comfortable...so beautiful...faster...faster...move...move...ah...I want
...good man...good...big cock...harder...thrust into me...thrust into my cunt...good...good...
master...it's itchy...mmm...mmm...ah..."
As if the drug was taking effect, the deathly silent Sima Ping couldn't help but let out lewd moans, and a large amount of jade
fluid gushed out of her cunt, turning into a white foam that covered the shaft of the penis under the thrusting of the penis, extremely lewd.
Lei Wentian laughed: "That's right, just moan like that, it sounds so good! Moan a few more times, moan louder." With his other
hand, he pulled up Sima Ping's other jade leg, and thrust hard in the 'reverse hug position' like parents holding a baby to urinate,
showing Zhao Tianhao the scene of her cunt swallowing and spitting out the penis.
Zhao Tianhao's face was ashen, and he didn't care about anything in front of him. Even when Sima Ping was thrust into until she squirted and the urine
gushed onto her body, he didn't move, but just quietly pressed the hilt of his sword.
Suddenly, Lei Wentian, his teeth bared, forced a smile and said, "Great Hero Zhao, you're really good at holding back! Unfortunately... I can't hold
back anymore... this little hole is just too tight! Ah..." He thrust rapidly several times, his penis plunging deep into Sima Ping's
uterus, his eyes rolling back as if he were about to ejaculate.
Just then, Zhao Tianhao moved. A silver-white sword light flashed, blinding everyone present,
and struck Lei Wentian with lightning speed.
"A sneak attack! Zhao, you're too despicable!" Lei Wentian, in the midst of his climax, suddenly showed extreme terror, but then
a sly glint appeared in his eyes: "You've finally fallen for my trap."
At that moment, a strange blade of light slashed in from Zhao Tianhao's side, cutting through his flesh and leaving a deep
, bone-revealing wound on his abdomen. Amidst the screams of Wu Tianxin and her daughter, and the group of bodyguards, Zhao Tianhao was sent flying back, realizing mid-flight:
"This is the 'One Slash of Wind and Moon Leaves No One Left' from his Absolute Heaven Blade Style, controlling the blade with qi..."

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