Chapter Two of "The Legend of the Martial World II: The Red-Clad Cult"

Manager Fu Lu was very satisfied with the goods he had bought at the market that day. After completing the transaction, he
immediately took the beautiful female slave by the chain around her neck and proudly led her back to his camp outside Ganzhou City
.
"Master is back so soon," the camp steward reported with slight surprise
. "The tea and silk we brought from Jiangnan have all been sold. A Persian merchant bought
half of our goods in one go. I told him that Master will visit his camp after his return."
"Of course," Fu Lu replied, not particularly concerned. The tea and silk business was just a sideline; the brothel
business was the main attraction. His primary purpose in coming here was to select high-quality goods for his powerful patron in the palace.
Selling miscellaneous goods was merely a sideline to earn some travel expenses—in this key location at the eastern end of the Silk Road, these two items
were always in high demand.
"Did you get any good goods this time, Master?" The steward, noticing his master's distraction, asked.
"A few slave traders from the Western Regions came to inquire about prices around noon. Although some were white from beyond the borders, they were all sallow-faced
, emaciated, and extremely uncouth..." Fu Lu interrupted him, "I've already
taken care of that. I went out for a stroll this morning and came across some good stuff—Master, you should go and inspect it yourself later.
Hey, it's really not cheap. Good stuff isn't cheap!"
Setting down his teacup, Fu Lu hurriedly left his luxurious tent. A guard with a crescent-shaped scimitar at his waist led him to a small single tent, where Zhu Dan was being 　　tied to
the pillar supporting the tent by two female slaves . 　　 "Don't leave any marks, you fools!" Fu Li cried out in distress, "If you're injured, you're 　　worthless!" The two female slaves quickly stepped aside, and Fu Li himself squatted down with his round body and re- 　　tied her. He had tamed countless virtuous women with this three-foot hemp rope in the past, and he 　　still did it with ease. He first wrapped the rope around Zhu Dan's ample chest in a horizontal 　　figure-eight shape, then pulled the ends of the rope over her arms, turned it around once, and tied it to the upright wooden stake. 　　 This wasn't the end. He then used his knees to spread Zhu Dan's legs and pulled the rope from under her thighs: the 　　rough hemp rope was tightly fastened between her buttocks, then pulled up to her 　　knees, wrapped around them two or three times, and finally tied two slipknots around her ankles, suspending her. Zhu Dan was forced to spread her legs wide, 　　exposing her private parts to this lewd man, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant. 　　 Her predicament, however, seemed adorable to Fu Lu. He casually removed Zhu Dan's red 　　satin dancing shoes, taking her delicate white feet into his hands and kneading them wantonly. To Zhu Dan's utter surprise, 　　Fu Lu then took each of her toes into his mouth, sucking on them repeatedly. He even licked the soles of her feet with his tongue 　　, making her want to laugh and cry at the same time. 　　 Fu Lu licked down her calves, reaching her thighs. That was an extremely sensitive 　　spot; it felt like an itchy spot, and the touch of his tongue made her burst into uncontrollable laughter. 　　 "Truly a born seductress," Fu Lu said smugly. Having worked in brothels for so many years, 　　he could tell at a glance what kind of girl was born to be ridden by thousands. The beauty before him 　　, though still retaining the shyness of a virgin, danced with remarkable grace in public—a truly 　　rare quality. 　　 Fu Lu's hands moved to her crotch. Zhu Dan was tightly bound, her legs dangling in the air, completely 　　at his mercy. Fu Lu parted the tightly closed petals, carefully 　　examining the depths of her paradise. Sure enough, the mark of virginity remained intact. Judging from the tension in her petals 　　, Fu Lu could imagine the intense pleasure of a man's penis penetrating her! 　　 Unfortunately, this was not something he could enjoy! Since ancient times, weavers had often been poorly clothed, and farmers had often gone hungry. 　　Although he was the head of a brothel, he wasn't fortunate enough to have the pleasure of every girl. The best 　　were reserved for high-ranking officials and nobles, and even the second-best were sold at a high price. Although Fu Lu 　　had powerful connections and could benefit from their influence, ultimately he was just drinking leftover broth and 　　eating scraps, experiencing a myriad of flavors only he could truly understand. 　　 After a thorough examination, Fu Lu took out a wooden stick with a drawstring and stuffed it into her mouth, making it 　　impossible for her to bite her tongue or call for help. Having made these preparations, he tore open her 　　already tattered bodice, completely exposing her tightly bound breasts. 　　 Zhu Dan blushed deeply, but she couldn't struggle at all. The more she tried to resist his cruel hands, the more 　　her full breasts jutted out, as if she were offering herself up. 　　 Fu Lu pressed his fingers against her hard nipples. It was the first time Zhu Dan had been touched in such a sensitive 　　area by a man. To escape his clutches, she tried desperately to shake her body, but unexpectedly, her nipples 　　became even harder under this strange stimulation, and her breasts seemed to swell inexplicably. 　　 "You can consider wearing a gold ring here and a silver ring here," Fu Lu flicked her two 　　nipples, words that terrified Zhu Dan. After thinking for a moment, Fu Lu pulled 　　a strange silver chain from his pocket. Each end of the chain had a ring that could be adjusted with a lever. He grinned 　　and said to Zhu Dan, "This is a good thing, a treasure from Persia. Today, I'll put it to good use 　　." 　　 Despite Zhu Dan's desperate struggles, Fu Lu mercilessly grabbed her left breast with one hand 　　, squeezing it painfully, and her struggles weakened. Taking advantage of this 　　opportunity, Fu Lu slipped a loop from one end of the silver chain onto Zhu Dan's left nipple and then tightened the lever. The loop grew 　　smaller and smaller until it gripped her nipple tightly; Zhu Dan felt as if her nipple were being clamped.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she couldn't help but whimper. Ignoring her pain, Fu Lu grabbed her
right breast and fastened the other end of the silver chain to it. Having done this, Fu Lu reached down
and pinched her waist. Enjoying her desperate, seductive writhing, he slowly
slid his fingers towards her vulva.
Zhu Dan felt her nipples aching from the strange device, while her private parts were still being
relentlessly violated by the man's fingers. Her face gradually changed from a flushed, angry red to a strange crimson,
and the sounds she made changed from protesting "woof woof" to intoxicated moans. Unconsciously, her
thighs alternated between relaxation and tension. Her unopened petals sometimes
gripped Fu Lu's fingers tightly, sometimes becoming weak and powerless. When his fingers touched her delicate clitoris, Zhu Dan's entire
body arched, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.
Fu Lu explored her valley with his hands while leaning in to lick her breasts. Zhu Dan whimpered,
completely unsure how to resist. She was now a lamb completely subjugated, at the mercy of the man
.
"So fragrant, so fragrant," Fu Lu licked her neck while kneading her breasts,
leaving long trails of saliva on her slender neck. Zhu Dan tried to turn her head away to resist his advances, but Fu Lu
ignored her insignificant actions, shifting his attention to kneading her breasts and
pinching her small feet.
"Girl, does it feel good?" Fu Lu kneaded her full breasts like dough
, saying, "You can feel even better in the future, as long as you behave."
Zhu Dan shook her head desperately, but Fu Lu's fingers explored her depths, and sure enough, her
resistance lessened considerably. Fu Lu knew that some girls in this world were born
to seduce men. That was their nature.
Fu Lu didn't intend to go any further; he only probed briefly before stopping: "As expected,
she's still a virgin; she needs some proper training." He struggled to his feet: "This trip was definitely
worthwhile."
After leaving smugly, Fu Lu remembered what the person in charge had said: "Hey, arrange a
time for me, and prepare some cheap things. I'm going to sit in that Persian's tent for a while."
As soon as Huang Zhiyun returned to the Lü family, she was summoned by a steward-like figure. Lu De had already changed into
casual clothes. Seeing the young girl he knew enter, he still couldn't help but put on a stern face, adopting the air of an elder
: "Peacock, peacock! What are you up to? If you need money, just tell your uncle.
Why pull this stunt? Throwing your maid in that shady place. Do you know what
kind of person Fu Lu is? He's the manager of a brothel, the head of a brothel. What good can come of a girl falling into his hands?
" "I did it on purpose," Huang Zhiyun said casually. Lu De couldn't detect
any tension or worry in her face or body language.
"This child isn't stupid, although she seems a bit dim-witted. But I believe that someone
who survived for over ten years in a treacherous place like the Fanzi Gate is not as simple as she appears. She's just still a bit
naive and needs to experience some things to mature and become my companion." Huang Zhiyun picked up a cup of tea
: "I don't need maids, I only need companions on the journey."
"Speaking of the journey," Lü De sat opposite her, "have you given up trying to persuade me and decided to go find that legendary
thing?"
"Of course not, it's just that I don't want to waste time here. And I believe you will definitely join
—you've always wanted me, haven't you?"
Lü De frowned: "If you're willing to become my plaything like those other songstresses, hoping
to gain my membership in return, then you've miscalculated."
"No, no, no," Huang Zhiyun wagged her fingers: "I'm just giving you a chance. A
chance to conquer me. If you can't conquer me, then you're useless to the Holy Church. If you can prove your strength
and completely conquer me, then I think you'll gain more than just me."
Lü De's gaze sharpened: "What I want is much, very much, and very important." "
Elder, I've always agreed with your statement that the leader of the Holy Sect should be the most capable. The first leader
—may God bless his spirit—chose Leader Yunxia not because of her closeness to him
, but because of her abilities. You know this history better than I do."
"Of course," Lü De said softly. "I've always admired Yunxia's abilities, except for her final
moments. I must say, women ultimately have weaknesses, so one woman who
has been a leader is enough."
"That's why it's absurd for someone to think they can rightfully inherit the position based on their bloodline
—this isn't a family business, but the ideals and struggles of three generations, a
shared wealth. Unless she can demonstrate that she inherited the same outstanding abilities from her mother besides a similar appearance
, I won't acknowledge any status above her brothers and sisters. This opinion
also represents the views of Elder Qian, Elder Ma, and Elder Leng." "
I'm glad they've finally found the right path after twenty years." Lü De raised his hands:
"Thank goodness. As the old saying goes, 'If one hears the Way in the morning, one can die content in the evening.'
It's not too late for them to repent at such an old age. Of course, it would be even better if they could take further action instead of just talking about it
."
"They also expect you to take concrete action, instead of wasting time with dancers in Ganzhou," Huang
Zhiyun said sharply. "You have more than ten times more than they do, yet you've accomplished nothing."
"And they have already overthrown several martial arts sects and rebuilt their headquarters in just one year. Give them a little more
time, and the Holy Sect's influence in the Central Plains will grow stronger again."
"Giving them more time will only lead to their demise. Once again!" Lü De tapped his
head: "Little girl, I've been through those things and those days. Your empty words won't scare
me. You failed to take down the World Alliance, which is your biggest enemy. Those small sects are insignificant.
Shaolin Temple is still here, and the Taoists of the True Martial Sect are still here. As long as the World Alliance hasn't fallen, they could
unite at any time and launch another siege by the ten major sects. Moreover, your attack on the Hengshan Sect doesn't seem to be going smoothly either
; too many people have died. How many of you have left? You've expanded so much in just two months; you must have used up
all your savings from the past twenty years. You've used up all your strength, but your opponent hasn't fallen yet. Danger
, danger!" "
???" Lü De stared at Huang Zhiyun opposite him: "You can remain calm, but in two months,
when the World Alliance arrives with its menacing forces at your so-called headquarters, you will be worthless. At that time, you can
kneel before me, begging me to take you in, like a dog, and I will have to carefully consider
whether to squeeze every last drop of value out of you before handing you over to my new friends."
Huang Zhiyun slightly closed her eyes: "A very powerful threat. You've hit my weak spot. If
I hadn't experienced many more terrifying things, my knees would be weak and I'd be prostrate before you by now. However, my
willpower is slightly stronger than you imagine, and... you know, you
're only one step away from what you want." She stood up, walked to her side, and bent down. The fragrance of flowers wafted into Rude's nostrils
: "Show your power, display your greatness to the whole world, including me. All believers of the Holy Church
will submit to you, the true saint who possesses wisdom, strength, and benevolence, my Lord." Her voice was still so sweet. Lü
De's heart pounded in his chest. He could almost see
himself doing what those idiots in the Eastern Branch couldn't. The lackeys of the World Alliance lay dead one by one,
the nuns of the Hengshan Sect were all bought by Fu Lu and sent to brothels, the senior monks of Shaolin Temple knelt trembling before him
, and the Taoists of the Zhenwu Sect had no air of otherworldly wisdom, only servile obsequiousness… He imagined himself standing
atop a mountain, holding the leader's token in his hand, facing the wind, shouting loudly—this was what he deserved, what he should have
received twenty years ago.
Lü De's gaze returned to what was before him: Huang Zhiyun's red dress, the opening of her robe seemingly low.
As she bent down and whispered in his ear, his gaze inadvertently pierced through the open robe, revealing her
full breasts—temptation, beauty, and power. He only needed to reach out to
grasp both firmly. At that moment
… He suddenly bit his lip, the pain jolting him awake from his reverie: "What you promised was beautiful.
But I'm too old." Lü De stood up resolutely, releasing her soft hand from his shoulder:
"Girl, my will is stronger than you think." "
???" After saying this, he left, not daring to spend another moment with this devil's daughter: he might be able
to conquer the entire martial arts world, but this woman could conquer him. This was not what he wanted; he was a cautious
man, otherwise he would have been a corpse twenty years ago.
Zhu Dan's days had been truly miserable. She was tied to a wooden post all day long,
with a wooden stick stuffed in her mouth. Except for mealtimes, when she could be taken off, she had to sleep with her mouth open.
Zhu Dan suspected that in a couple of days she would turn into a frog with a huge mouth.
However, compared to the mental humiliation, this little bit of physical torture was nothing. That gourd-shaped
uncle, every time he came over, would look her up and down with a rather lewd gaze, muttering about
training her into the best toy… His words were quite unsettling, but Zhu Dan believed that her Miss Huang would
rescue her from this sea of suffering
. Last night, what he did was unbelievable: this gourd-shaped uncle actually took
a razor and shaved her genitals completely clean, leaving not a single hair—such shameless behavior, if Zhu Dan
still had a hand or foot to move, she would have beaten him to death.
"Ha, it's a butterfly cunt," Fu Lu said happily. Zhu Dan was already
ashamed to death upon hearing him describe her genitals like that.
"This is what a 'masterpiece' looks like." Fu Lu parted her petals with his fingers, held the candle to her peach blossom
cave entrance, and carefully admired the thin membrane, watching how the tender flesh deep inside the jade cave tensely contracted and relaxed.
He even brought out her pearl, which had never been exposed to anyone before, and used a silver hairpin to pierce it. Zhu Dan
whimpered as he tormented her, and, even more ashamed, she shed her juices in front of him.
"Enjoying yourself, isn't it?" Fu Lu admired her flushed and delicate appearance, kneading her bound
breasts with one hand and holding a candle in the other, dripping the hot candle wax onto her tender soles: "Follow me, and
you will enjoy endless pleasures like this without even realizing it."
After tormenting Zhu Dan for another whole night, the old man with the gourd-shaped hairpin finally didn't come to continue his "training" during the day .
Perhaps he finally remembered that he had more important things to do, instead of
wasting time on her all day. Zhu Dan didn't struggle desperately. This old man knew how to torment women; the more she
resisted, the more she suffered. Only by being a docile sheep could she find temporary relief.
And patience was precisely Zhu Dan's greatest strength. She had once infiltrated the Fan Sect for over a decade, keeping a low
profile, feigning ignorance, and deceiving everyone with her harmless, simple-minded appearance
. Who could know that deep down she still burned with unwavering loyalty to her former master
? Compared to this little bit of torment, she believed she could endure it smoothly.
Until suddenly, shouts of fighting and chaotic footsteps rang out outside...
Outside, it seemed like countless people were running around like headless flies.
"It looks like someone opened the slave enclosure?" Zhu Dan muttered to herself. This Uncle Gourd was a human trafficker
, involved in various schemes to sell people to foreign lands. Although according to the laws of any dynasty, such a person
should have been torn apart by five horses and chopped into mincemeat, his connections were quite strong, allowing
him to not only live a good life but also thrive. According to Uncle Gourd's own boasting, a couple of years ago, the court cracked a
major treason case, resulting in the execution of several high-ranking officials and nobles, and the women of his family were also confiscated and sent to the brothels
. Uncle Gourd saw a business opportunity in this, and through bribery and other means, he bought several virgin
young ladies from the brothels and carefully trained them.
"I'm a really good guy," Uncle Gourd said, clearly believing he had done the right thing. "Places
like the military camps aren't places for humans. For just five copper coins, you can sleep with a marquis's wife, regardless of whether your father is a
prefect or a minister. A night with her costs only a penny. Those places are humiliating
. Brothels even have a system of 'pricing based on the goods,' where the higher the social status of the girl, the lower the price
. Any commoner can come and have their way with her..."
Uncle Gourd wasn't a chivalrous man; the reason he risked pulling those girls out of that hellhole
was simply to push them into another water dungeon. Most of these young ladies were literate and well-
educated. Uncle Hulu sold them to Silk Road merchants traveling to the Central Plains, who then resold them
to the Western Regions—a place filled with small kingdoms that deeply admired the culture of the Celestial Empire of China. However, due to their
small size and weakness, they couldn't request marriage alliances with the Celestial Empire, let alone recruit educated individuals to serve as officials. Therefore, they chose
to acquire women from the Central Plains through trade, hoping to absorb the nutrients of Sinicization.
"Not only did I escape the fate of being ridden by thousands, but I also became a queen. If I'm lucky, my belly will be fertile;
maybe I can even become queen again after giving birth to a big, healthy boy!" Uncle Hulu boasted about his
successful deal: "I'm practically a living bodhisattva reincarnated!"
If he was a living bodhisattva, then everyone in the world was a saint. Zhu Dan simply couldn't be bothered to listen to his
nonsense—being around such a person for too long would turn her into an idiot. Perhaps this was Uncle Calabash's intention
: idiots are easier to sell.
The noise outside grew louder, and Zhu Dan wondered what was happening. Suddenly, her tent was flung open
, and a strange young man rushed in. He blinked at her and shouted outside, "
There's another one here!"
Was this the turning point I'd been waiting for? Zhu Dan hesitated, looking at him. She wasn't sure if things were developing
as planned. The next instant, she realized the
incredibly awkward situation she was in: her legs were spread wide, her lower body completely naked, facing the impetuous
young man who had barged in. The thought made her face flush instantly.
In the back garden of the Lü family,
Lü De was fishing with Huang Zhiyun, seeing who could catch the most cunning golden carp first.
They had been competing since early morning, and neither had caught anything yet. But this was irrelevant
, for they were all extremely patient people.
A ripple suddenly spread across the water's surface. Huang Zhiyun frowned and turned her head: "It seems a guest
has arrived."
"Manager Lü, Manager Lü!" Fu Lu's voice rang out outside the garden gate. Lü De could only put down
his fishing rod: "It seems our competition will have to be postponed."
"Perhaps, it's a good thing for you." Huang Zhiyun watched Fu Lu stride forward, pushing aside the
Kunlun slaves wearing waist knives: "I have a premonition."
"I have a premonition too." Lü De nodded sadly: "You arranged all of this."
"Oh? I know nothing about it!" Huang Zhiyun smiled charmingly, but this only made Lü De more suspicious
of her: everyone has a motive for doing anything, and unless for a higher purpose, no one
would choose to do something detrimental to themselves. Lü De tried desperately to see through Huang Zhiyun's
motive for willingly putting herself at a disadvantage, but he could never decipher the mystery in her heart.
“A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea,” he muttered to himself, watching Fu Lu, his face contorted with rage, approach him.
“Manager Lü, I want this woman to fulfill her promise,” Fu Lu said menacingly, pointing at Huang Zhiyun .
“And double the amount. Not only did the female slave she sold me escape, but she also released all my slaves.
She should compensate for this loss.”
“You can take everything I have,” Huang Zhiyun said nonchalantly, “even your fine horse and jade.”
“I’m going to sell you to the lowest brothel in Yangzhou. Any stinking man can
sleep with you for just five copper coins,” he said viciously.
“Then I must remind you, that way your return on investment will be rather slow.”
Fu Lu, already blinded by rage, grabbed her arm and tried to drag her away. Lu De instinctively called out
, "Wait...wait a minute."
He looked at Huang Zhiyun, who was obediently preparing to leave with Fu Lu, and a strange emotion suddenly rose in his heart
: he knew what awaited her if Fu Lu really took her away. He would rape her, humiliate
her, and even sell her into a brothel, though perhaps not the lowest kind. But a brothel was a brothel;
spreading one's legs for fifty taels of silver was no different from doing so for five copper coins. Because it was
Fu Lu who collected the money, not her. He couldn't watch her fall into that fire.
"We made a deal," Lu De said calmly, "I will compensate you tenfold. Including those
slaves you ran away."
"And the damaged tent."
"Tenfold compensation for everything." Lu De gave his steward a wink: "Go with Old He."
"I will compensate you for all your losses, not a single penny less."
Just moments before, Fu Lu was furious, but now his face lit up with a smile, and he happily followed the steward. Looking
at Huang Zhiyun standing at the bottom of the steps, Lü De suddenly felt much taller than her. Perhaps he hadn't
noticed how petite and delicate she was, making him feel an irresistible urge to push her over.
"I am your master now," Lü De said calmly.
"Yes, sir." Huang Zhiyun knelt down facing him, unfastening the leather whip from her waist and
respectfully raising it above her head. Lü De grabbed the snakeskin whip; its cool touch felt comfortable. Looking at
the woman kneeling before him, her submissive demeanor gave him a sudden sense of accomplishment in controlling her.
Lü De flicked his wrist, and the whip snapped in the air. The crisp sound
made him imagine what it would be like if that whip were lashing her… He was confident he could use the whip with
the same dexterity as his fingers: he could only tear her fiery red dress without harming her delicate skin
.
“Since you are my slave girl, then I can do whatever I want to you…” He coiled the whip back
up: “If you disobey, I will use it to discipline you.”
“Yes, sir.” "Huang Zhiyun's tone was gentle, soft, and full of charm. Lü De used the
leather whip coiled into a circle to hook her chin and look into her eyes. At this moment, she was also looking at him affectionately, completely devoid of
her former sharpness and sternness.
??? She got into character quite quickly. Lü De smiled coldly, stroking her face with his other hand. This was
something he had wanted to do for a long time, more than twenty years ago, and now it had finally come true. He felt that his
dream had almost been fulfilled in this instant, and everything before him had become golden. But, there was still one
step missing, just one more step. He lowered his head again, looking at the gentle-looking Huang Zhiyun, his heart wavering for a long time,
but he still couldn't resist the temptation that was already within his grasp: "Come to my room tonight, and dress up nicely."
??? "Yes, sir."
Watching Huang Zhiyun's departing figure, Lü De had a sudden, unsettling feeling, as if he had returned to over twenty years
ago, to the Lü Family Manor. He too had stood under a tree, watching
Huang Zhiyun, just beginning to bloom from a flower bud, leave. That was the last time he saw her; afterwards, he embarked on a
path drastically different from his youth, a path completely different from his past. Though this path was fraught with hardship, it
was ultimately one he had forged himself. Whether it was bitter or sweet, it was ultimately his own choice.
"If I had been more decisive, the Holy Church wouldn't have split to this day. If I had been more resolute, that
old nun Wuxin would never have been able to sow discord between us. If I had been braver, perhaps Yunxia wouldn't have died..." As
he softly murmured that name in solitude, his eyes filled with desolation: "My Yunxia
... my...?"
This was a Persian phrase meaning:
My love
.

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