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I galloped anxiously along the official road, constantly whipping my mount, the scenery flashing past on both sides
. "Zhuahuang Feidian" was my most beloved horse, said to be a descendant of a famous breed from Ferghana. A year ago, I spent
a fortune to buy it from a Western Region merchant. Normally, I wouldn't let it suffer even the slightest grievance, but now I
had ridden it at full speed all night, covering nearly two hundred li, without letting it rest for a moment, while I myself
hadn't eaten or drunk a drop of water all night.
A bright red sun had already risen, its dazzling sunlight almost blinding me. Pedestrians were gradually
appearing , and farmers were already working in the paddy fields beside the road. The gentle morning breeze stung my face
. My mouth was dry, and my throat felt like it was on fire. But I couldn't worry about that now. I gave
my mount a few sharp spurs, spurred it on, and continued galloping against the wind.
After a few miles, I turned onto a side road in the woods on the left. This road was rarely used and quite uneven.
I spurred my horse, and its speed increased rather than decreased. I galloped through the woods, around a small hill, and in the distance
, I saw a small manor nestled on the hillside.
The manor had blue bricks and gray tiles, and the gate was ajar. A servant in a blue robe and hat was sweeping outside the gate. Hearing the sound of
hooves turned around, but I was already upon him without hesitation.
Seeing it was me, he hurried over and respectfully called out, "Fifth Master."
When we were still a few feet from the gate, "Clawed Yellow Lightning" suddenly buckled in its forelegs, let out a mournful neigh, and
collapsed from exhaustion. I pushed off with both feet, dismounting before my beloved horse fell, and leaped through the gate.
A light touch of my toes on the steps, I vaulted over the screen wall, then another, gliding across a large open space, landing in front of the main hall.
Several busy servants stared at me in surprise, but I had no time to waste with them. Using my
agility , I nimbly traversed the courtyards, landing in front of a secluded courtyard.
"Hopefully I'm still in time," I silently prayed.
Before me stood a small courtyard with a bamboo gate and fence. The gate was tightly shut, and through a crack in the gate
,
I could vaguely see a small house inside. I couldn't wait to knock; I leaped over the fence and rushed to the door. Since yesterday evening, I hadn't had a moment to catch my breath. Standing at the door, my mouth was dry, and my
heart was pounding uncontrollably, as if it would burst out of my chest. After catching
my breath, I forced myself to calm down and focused my attention. The house was completely silent; not a sound could be heard. Through the bamboo gate, I could almost feel a chill.
My heart sank immediately, and a sudden, inexplicable fear gripped me. I suddenly wished I
wasn't here.
"Maybe nothing will happen," I told myself, shaking my head to banish the distracting thoughts. With a
determined bite, I pushed open the door…
But it had happened anyway, and everything was beyond repair. Footsteps and commotion grew closer outside
. I stood there, my mind blank, my hands trembling uncontrollably. After running so fast,
I was burning up with heat; large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, some running into my eyes, then down
my cheeks and into my mouth—a bitter, salty taste, indistinguishable between sweat and tears.
"There's nothing more I can do," I thought, staring blankly at the corpse on
the .

(I)
I stood by the long table, looking at the corpse lying on it, my heart filled with a mixture of grief, anger, and guilt—a feeling
I couldn't quite describe .
To my left was a burly man dressed as a Buddhist monk, with long hair flowing down his shoulders and a crescent-shaped headband around his
forehead . He was strong and robust, with broad shoulders and a thick back; every joint in his body was larger than that of an average person. He clenched his fists tightly, making a cracking
sound, and glared at me fiercely from time to time, his face filled with anger, even the scar on his forehead contorted.
He was one of my sworn brothers, his secular surname was Lu. Although he looked fierce, he hated evil as if it were his enemy, possessed superb martial
arts skills, and wielded two monk's knives—he was extremely formidable. Because of his fiery temper, he was nicknamed "Fire Monk" by people in the martial arts world, and his
Buddhist name gradually faded into obscurity.
To my right stood a young man in Confucian robes, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a square face, slightly dark skin,
thick eyebrows , and large eyes, but now his eyes were red and swollen.
This young man was my other sworn brother, Ge Zhiping, known in the martial arts world as "The Scholar with the Horizontal Blade." Skilled
scholars in the martial arts world usually preferred to use light and elegant weapons like swords, fans, or judge's pens,
but my sixth brother carried a thick-backed single-edged sword, hence his nickname. He was usually simple and upright, but often displayed a
bookish air.
Opposite us stood two men, one unremarkable in appearance, with two wispy mustaches, examining
a corpse . This man, surnamed Lai, is a renowned coroner in the Jiangnan government, with extensive experience. The other man, short and
stocky, has a gaunt face that, besides showing grief and exhaustion, also reveals a resolute expression. He is our third brother, Meng
Huaiyuan, wielding a pair of iron pens, his pressure point techniques are unparalleled in Jiangnan, earning him
the title .
On the table lies the body of a middle-aged man, our sworn brother, Lu Tianfeng, known for his chivalrous spirit and benevolent heart. He is highly skilled
in martial arts , honest, and humble, and is extremely popular in the martial arts world. Second Hero Lu Tianfeng, Third Hero Meng Huaiyuan, Fourth Hero Lu
Toutuo, Sixth Hero Ge Zhiping, plus myself, "Wandering Dragon Swordsman" Feng Yuxuan, and my eldest brother "Sick Hero" Long Fei, and my seventh sister
"Jade Maiden Swordsman" Liu Suhong—the seven of us share the same ideals and are loyal to each other. We swore an oath of brotherhood, becoming sworn
siblings , promising to live and die together, share joys and sorrows, and together roam the martial world, upholding justice and helping those in distress. Because we
all lived in Jiangnan, over time, the martial world came to know us as the "Seven Heroes of Jiangnan."
After a long while, the coroner finally raised his head and let out a long sigh. Fourth Brother, the most impatient
of all spoke first, asking, "Mr. Lai, how exactly was my Second Brother Lu murdered! Have you discovered anything?"
Mr. Lai nodded, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to us brothers, coughed lightly, and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped,
his eyes fixed on the doorway.
I turned around and saw two young women standing at the door. The one on the left was dressed simply and lightly made up, with a
delicate and refined beauty, appearing frail and pitiful, though her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, and tear stains still clung to her jade-like face.
The woman on the right was dressed in a slender and athletic green dress, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes that exuded a heroic spirit, her eyes also red, clearly having just cried
as well .
She carefully helped the woman on her left step through the door. We quickly stood up and bowed. Brother Meng, with a solemn expression,
said to the woman on his left, "Second Sister-in-law, you should rest well in the inner courtyard. We brothers are here, why do you need to be so intimate?"
"Come here. Seventh Sister, why didn't you try to persuade Second Sister-in-law?" The last sentence was addressed to the woman on the right.
The woman on the left was indeed Second Sister-in-law Fang Wanyue. She was originally the daughter of an official. Two years ago, her father resigned from
his post and was attacked by bandits on his way home. Her entire family was killed. Fortunately, my Second Brother Lu Tianfeng happened to be passing by and rescued her, avenging her
.
In order to repay the debt of gratitude, Fang Wanyue wanted to marry him. Second Brother Lu had rescued
her out of a sense of chivalry, not out of a desire for repayment. In addition, there was a significant age difference between them. Second Brother Lu was more than twenty years older than her, so he naturally refused. However,
Fang Wanyue was already without relatives or friends at that time. A weak woman all alone, if she did not have someone to rely on, she would probably only have
suicide as her only option.
So Lu Erge had no choice but to let her stay at his home temporarily while he searched for a place for her to stay. Fang Wanyue had
no . After searching for nearly a year, in all the vast world, apart from Lu Erge's home, there was nowhere for her to go. During that year, she
lived at Lu Erge's home, and the two fell in love. Lu Erge was a humble and kind man who had
never . Fang Wanyue, out of gratitude and moved by Lu Erge's honesty, finally
married him.
Fang Wanyue first gave us a deep bow, then parted her lips slightly and said, "Uncle Meng, please
don't blame Sister Liu Qi. It was I who insisted on coming to the front. Half a month ago, I went to the ancestral home to sweep the tombs, but because my second brother was in seclusion to practice his martial arts, I didn't
go with him. Yesterday, when I came back and asked, the servants said that my second brother had been practicing the art of fasting for the past three days and couldn't be disturbed. He was supposed to
come out of seclusion this morning. I never expected that he... he would actually...
" As she spoke, her voice choked with sobs. She wiped her eyes and continued, "Since my second brother's passing, all the uncles and
Mr. Lai have been working tirelessly here to plan and capture the murderer. Wanyue only regrets that she is too weak to
personally lead the charge like Sister Su Hong. How could I bear to sit here in the inner courtyard at this moment?" After speaking, she looked at Lu's
second brother's body, her eyes brimming with tears.
A deathly silence fell over the room. After a long while, Meng Sange broke the silence, saying, "Since that's the case, Second Sister-in-law, why don't you
sit down and listen to Mr. Lai's conclusion?" He then turned to Mr. Lai, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Lai."
Seeing that no one else had any objections, the coroner cleared his throat and said, "Alright, then I will dare to offer my
humble opinion for everyone's consideration. When Lu Erxia was killed, he had no other injuries on his body. The only fatal wound
was a steel needle inserted into the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of his head. Please take a look." As he spoke, he took a plate and passed it around for everyone to see
.
When it reached my hands, I saw a steel needle about six inches long on the plate. The needle was black and smooth, and it was stained with
dark red blood.
I glanced at my frail second sister-in-law beside me, hesitating whether I should pass the plate to her.
"Fifth Uncle, I'm alright." I hadn't expected my second sister-in-law to see through my thoughts, and my face flushed as I
handed her the plate. Wan Yue gave me a grateful smile and, together with Seventh Sister beside her, examined the steel needle.
My second sister-in-law, Wan Yue, was indeed strong; seeing the murder weapon, apart from a slightly pale face, she showed no fear
. Seventh Sister beside her, on the other hand, was used to seeing bloodshed and remained calm.
After looking at it for a while, Seventh Sister raised her head and asked, "Mr. Lai, I see that this iron needle has no markings and
nothing special about it. I'm afraid we won't be able to find any clues about the murderer from it."
These words echoed my own thoughts.
Coroner Lai nodded and replied, "That's right. Judging from this needle alone, we can't really tell anything. However, the needle
penetrated four and seven-tenths inches into Lu Erxia's skull, which shows that the murderer either had extremely high-level hand skills or used a powerful
spring. In addition, based on the temperature of Lu Erxia's body, the degree of rigor mortis, and the coagulation of blood clots in the wounds,
when Feng Wuxia arrived this morning, Lu Erxia had already been murdered for at least a day and a night. Even if Feng Wuxia had arrived a few hours earlier
, it wouldn't have made any difference, so there's no need to blame yourself too much."
After hearing Coroner Lai's words, I felt the heavy burden of guilt that had been weighing on my heart and making it hard to breathe suddenly lighten
a lot.
After seeing off the coroner, we persuaded Second Sister-in-law to go back to her room to rest. The five of us gathered in the room where Second Brother was murdered.
Third Brother looked around the room and said calmly, "Judging from how neatly this room is furnished, the murderer probably
didn't give Second Brother a chance to fight back."
"Impossible," Sixth Brother Ge interjected. "Even if the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang were all here in the martial arts world today, there would be no way they could
defeat Second Brother in a single encounter."
"If it wasn't a direct attack, then the murderer must have ambushed us..." I recalled
the scene . "But his body was in a very natural state, and his expression was peaceful, as if he had never noticed the murderer's
presence."
Meng Sange interjected, "That's right. With my second brother's skill, he should be
able to sense everything within seven zhang, so there's only one explanation." He turned and stared intently at the half-open window, "The murderer
launched a hidden weapon from seven zhang away."
"A steel needle shot from seven zhang away, penetrating more than four inches into the skull—who in the martial world has such strength?" The question
came from my seventh sister, Su Hong.
"Cao Xiong, it must be Cao Xiong!" As soon as I finished speaking, someone in the room gasped.
I calmed myself and recalled the events of yesterday.
Yesterday afternoon, I was in my study copying the painting "Bamboo Mountain in Misty Rain" that I had just acquired when Zheng Lin,
the leader came to see me in a great hurry. Zheng Lin is an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the
Beggars' Sect, a direct disciple of the sect's main hall.
He is known for his public-spiritedness and generosity. In his early thirties, he already possesses seven cloth bags and has risen to the position of branch leader in the important
town of Zhenjiang —truly a man of great potential. We have been through many trials together in the past,
so we have always maintained a good relationship.
It turns out that the beggars under Zheng Lin's command had inadvertently received information that several enemies who had grudges against us, the Seven Heroes,
had joined forces to seek revenge. These men were remnants of the underworld, and several of them were quite formidable, with Cao Xiong as their leader.
Cao Xiong, the ruthless swordsman, was originally a powerful figure in the Jiangnan underworld, known for his cruelty and ruthlessness, practically ruling the region.
In his quest seized land from fishermen in a village near Xiangyang, committing dozens of murders in the process.
Our leader, the Sickly Hero Long Fei, learned of this and, together with the Seven Heroes, confronted him. A fierce battle ensued, and
Cao Xiong's power crumbled. He then fought a decisive battle with my leader, Long Fei, at Yandang Mountain, where he was knocked into a ravine after three hundred moves,
his fate unknown.
His swordsmanship was truly formidable, and he was also skilled in using money-darts to strike pressure points; even with my leader's martial arts prowess, he
only narrowly won.
"Is Cao Xiong still alive?"
"Impossible! He took a devastating blow from Big Brother's Heaven-Shaking Palm and fell dozens of feet into Eagle's Sorrow Stream. How
could he not die?"
"Maybe he didn't die. After all, we searched for thirty miles upstream and downstream and didn't find a body."
"He must be dead. Otherwise, why didn't he step in when his brothers and family were being hunted down by enemies?"
"Alright, let Fifth Brother finish speaking first." Third Brother stopped everyone.
I cleared my throat and continued, "I had Zheng Lin gather more information and send warnings to everyone. Then
I rushed here overnight to inform Second Brother. I didn't expect it to be too late..." Thinking of Second Brother's tragic death, I
couldn't continue.
Third Brother patted my shoulder reassuringly, "Don't blame yourself anymore, you've done your best."
"Yes, Fifth Brother, let's work together to avenge Second Brother. Don't be sad, be careful not to hurt
yourself ," Seventh Sister also gently advised me from the side.
Fire-Headed Monk Fourth Brother suddenly jumped up and punched the pear wood table next to him. With a "bang," the table
shattered into pieces . He roared, "These bastards, I'm going to kill them right now to avenge Second Brother!" Without waiting for
our reply, he strode towards the door.
He had just reached the door when a figure flashed by, and Meng Sange blocked his way, saying in a deep voice, "Where are you going?
The enemy is hiding in the shadows, how are you going to find them?"
With a "bang," Fourth Brother Toutuo slammed his right fist into his left palm, angrily saying, "Then what are you going to do? Are
we all just going to sit here and stare blankly? Those bastards are probably long gone by now."
Sixth Brother chimed in, "I wonder where Big Brother is now, we should notify him immediately."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke. Our leader of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan,
the Sickly Hero Long Fei, is a chivalrous man with unparalleled martial arts skills, but his whereabouts are unpredictable, and we rarely see him even a few times a year. Two months ago, he asked
a disciple of the Beggars' Sect to pass on a message to us, telling us about his current situation. After that, we never heard from him again, and he even
missed our annual gathering at Yuntai Mountain.
Meng Sange's expression turned serious as he slowly said, "I suppose Big Brother encountered some injustice somewhere and couldn't resist getting
involved , causing this delay. We should leave some emergency contact signals when we pass through major cities and thoroughfares, hoping he
can rendezvous with us as soon as possible." He paused, then continued, "The most important thing now is to find out where Zheng Lin
got his information, and whether there are any other clues. Tomorrow we'll scout the area to see if there's anything suspicious
, and then head to Zhenjiang to see Zheng Lin as soon as possible."
I silently weighed the strength of our forces. Our biggest disadvantage was that the enemy was in the dark while we were in the light, giving them
the upper hand . However, Zheng Lin had a good relationship with us and was the branch leader of the Beggars' Sect, so we could leverage his strength.
The Beggars' Sect has thousands of disciples, and their ability to gather intelligence and transmit messages is unparalleled. With their help, finding
the hidden enemy shouldn't be a problem.
After everyone finished their discussion, Third Brother Meng Huaiyuan, Fourth Brother Huo Toutuo, and Sixth Brother Ge Zhiping went to nearby
towns early the next morning to investigate clues about the murderer before heading to Zhenjiang. I stayed behind to help Second Sister-in-law with the funeral arrangements.
"Why do I have to stay?" I protested after hearing Third Brother's arrangement.
His answer was simple: among the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, the eldest, third, and fourth brothers were all single and homeless. Sixth
Brother and Seventh Sister were both orphans, betrothed since childhood, and only married half a year ago. Only my family had run a pharmacy for generations; the Feng family's "Bai
Cao Tang" was famous throughout Jiangnan, and three years ago we even took over another famous pharmacy, "Hui Chun Zhai."
I am an only child, orphaned, and considered a wealthy young man. My home is only a few days' journey from here,
making travel convenient. Therefore, it is my duty to temporarily care for my second sister-in-law.
However, I am not yet married, and there are rumors circulating in the martial arts world that I frequent brothels and indulge in debauchery. My second sister-in-law
is a newly widowed woman, and to avoid suspicion, my seventh sister also stayed to help me.
According to Brother Meng, revenge is of utmost importance; my second brother's body can be properly buried after we obtain the enemy's head.
However, my second sister-in-law cannot continue to stay here. Without my second brother, and without martial arts skills, she would be helpless
even against a few ordinary thieves, let alone enemies.
Fang Wanyue initially didn't want to leave, but after being persuaded by Brother Meng, she finally agreed to stay with me temporarily.
Apart from one or two maids to take care of his wife and an old servant to look after the property
, Lu Erge dismissed everyone else from his household. Then we packed up our valuables, dealt with the heavy furniture and land deeds, and prepared to leave.
This whole ordeal took us two or three days.

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The day was finally over. I told my second sister-in-law and seventh sister that we would set off tomorrow. Although Wanyue agreed,
her expression words still revealed her reluctance to leave. At night, the manor was empty and silent. To be
on the safe side, I had personally patrolled the manor for the past few nights, only going to sleep after confirming that nothing was amiss. Tonight was the last night, so I
was on high alert. I carried my long sword and searched the area several times to make sure everything was safe before returning to my room.
It was nearly midnight, and it was pitch black all around. Just as I was about to open the door, a familiar dark figure flashed
out and lunged at me. I reached out and
pulled her close, her entire body pressed against mine. I held her slender waist tightly, feeling her soft, full flesh. My hands expertly slipped inside her clothes—she
wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I caressed her soft, tender skin with abandon. The woman responded passionately to my skillful teasing,
letting out soft moans. I leaned close to her ear and whispered teasingly, "Little vixen, you
can't resist wanting it again? Not even wearing underwear, aren't you afraid someone will see you like this?"
Hearing my words, the woman only gave a couple of coquettish moans, but her arms tightly wrapped around my waist and back,
her whole body pressing closer to mine. Although I couldn't see her face, I imagined her pretty face
must be as red and alluring as a ripe apple. I led her into the house, closing the door behind me, my hands...
I quickly removed her clothes, and at the same time, her small hands instinctively helped me undress.
Soon we were naked facing each other. In the soft moonlight streaming through the window, her snow-white
body appeared alluring and seductive. Her usually spirited face was now flushed.
"Su Hong," I whispered her name, "you look so beautiful today."
One hand touched her breasts; her two firm, elastic nipples were already swollen and hard, and I gently kneaded
them. My other hand, however, moved down to her crotch, where it was already wet, the lush pubic hair
clinging obediently to her slightly raised mons pubis.
My fingers slipped into her lower mouth, probing and digging, each movement drawing
out a thick, sticky fluid.
"Don't say anymore... ah... there... right there... again... again..." Her moans abruptly
stopped as my lips captured her cherry lips and kissed them passionately, her tongue eagerly responding
.
Under my three-pronged assault, the woman in my arms gasped for breath, only able to utter soft
, nasal "humming" sounds, tender and alluring. I kissed her until she was almost breathless before letting go, and she,
unable to contain writhed and rubbed against me. My lower body was already hard as iron, and her soft little hands had
somehow grasped it and were stroking it up and down.
I let out a comfortable sigh and said softly, "Your technique has improved again. How should I reward you
?" As I spoke, I parted her smooth legs, my erect penis approaching the source of her flowing stream, the hot, red
glans repeatedly touching her tender, jade-like labia.
Seemingly unable to withstand such stimulation, her whole body trembled, and she gasped, "Yu Xuan…
don't…don't tease me…I want…I want it…oh…oh…faster…faster…" Even
in the darkness, I could feel the burning desire in her eyes.
I thrust forcefully, my lower body accurately entering her body, feeling
the familiar warmth, tightness, and wetness of her vagina. Although it was already well-lubricated inside, my penetration was still quite strenuous.
When my penis finally came to a complete stop, I heard her let out a long, satisfied sigh
. Then I gripped her soft, slender waist with both hands, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I
sat on the edge of the bed, holding her like that, and began to thrust gently.
At first, my movements were slow, varying between nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and then eight shallow thrusts followed by two deep
ones, occasionally rubbing against her clitoris. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, moaning softly in rhythm with my movements, constantly
making "ee" and "ah" sounds.
Her body was hot, pressing tightly against mine, rubbing incessantly, as if trying to melt into me.
Her full, elastic breasts were squeezed between us, slightly deformed with the force, her
two .
I gradually increased the speed and depth of my thrusts, each time going all the way. She was burning hot down there, every
fold of her skin clinging tightly to my member as if it were alive, the heat seeming to melt my lower body.
"Ah...ah...um...oh ah..." Her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but let out a seductive
moan. Although she tried to keep her voice down, in the quiet of the night, her soft voice echoed in the room,
making her especially alluring.
As I thrust harder, I leaned close to her ear and teased her, "What are you afraid of? Are you worried about
disturbing them and seeing you in such a lewd state?"
Su Hong was both ashamed and anxious, and murmured, "N-no...I...ah...ah...when
I came out...I looked carefully...they...were all...sleeping...asleep...asleep...ah ah...
ah ah..."
Although she said this, she was still guilty and couldn't help but try to look back to see if
anyone was watching her. I seized the opportunity to thrust a few times, catching her off guard. Her body trembled violently, and she could no longer suppress her cries;
"Oh, ah!" rose high into the air.
This cry was like a river bursting its banks, flowing uncontrollably, and her private parts suddenly tightened,
gripping my penis tightly.
I moved more and more rapidly, each thrust seeming to penetrate deeper. Hearing her unrestrained, high-pitched moans, I felt immensely
triumphant. I lowered my head and took her swollen nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting it. The feeling of sucking on those fleshy grapes was wonderful;
I almost wanted to bite through the tender skin and suck out the delicious milk inside.
Her nipples must have been incredibly sensitive by now, because the moment I bit them, her whole body tensed up, writhing and throbbing
as if she were actively rubbing against my genitals, sending waves of intense pleasure through her body.
Under my double assault, she soon collapsed, her limbs coiling around me like an octopus, burning hot
inside , gripping my penis with such force it seemed like it would snap. Then, her
body suddenly jerked, and a gush of cool, moist fluid gushed from deep within her, splashing onto my glans.
I jolted, on the verge of orgasm, and after another twenty or thirty thrusts, my ejaculation came in a torrent
.
She had just climaxed when my hot, urgent semen shot right into her clitoris. "I...I...it's coming again
...ah..." she cried out ecstatically, then ejaculated again, her body becoming
motionless , only regaining its breath after a long while.
After the climax, we didn't speak, quietly embracing each other, enjoying the afterglow of that pleasure. My
fingers unconsciously played with her long, thick, black hair, twisting a strand around my fingers and curling it. She nestled in
my arms, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. Suddenly, I felt a chill on my bare shoulders;
drops of icy liquid dripped onto my shoulders, rolled down my chest, and
slid down our pressed skin.
"You're crying," I said gently, gently pulling her away and cupping her delicate face in my hands. Tears streamed down her smooth
cheeks into my hands. I asked softly, my voice filled with tenderness, "Did I hurt you just now?"
Su Hong shook her head and whispered, "Yu Xuan, am I... am I a slut? Second Brother just died,
his body is barely cold , and as soon as Sixth Brother isn't by my side, I... I can't help it..." Before she could finish, her voice choked with sobs again
.
My heart ached as I listened. I covered her cherry lips, cutting her off: "No, it's all my fault.
I seduced you from the very beginning. It's all my fault. But we truly love each other. If my second brother knew this in the afterlife, he
would surely forgive us. Don't worry, I will definitely catch the murderer, tear him apart, and avenge my second brother."
After hearing my words, Su Hong's emotions gradually calmed down, and she quietly nestled in my arms again. When I woke up in the morning,
the beauty beside me was gone, leaving only a faint fragrance to prove that everything that happened last night was not a dream.

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We packed our luggage and set off. Su Hong and Wan Yue rode in one carriage, while I escorted them on horseback.
We were extremely cautious, riding at breakneck speed, not daring to stop for even a moment, fearing some unexpected event.
Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. With Zhenjiang just ahead, for some reason, I felt uneasy,
and the atmosphere around me seemed a bit off. On the surface, everything seemed the same as usual, but I could still sense
a hint of tension in the air.
Once we entered Zhenjiang, I realized that something was truly wrong. Although the streets were still bustling with activity, with cars and people
everywhere , the pedestrians and street vendors all wore smiles and were friendly.
But upon closer inspection, one would notice that although many people wore smiles, their eyes darted around
as . Even stranger, there were many more beggars in the city than before, and most of them lacked any
pitiful expression of begging. Their eyes gleamed as they surveyed their surroundings; they looked more like
disguised .
Although I was filled with questions, I was almost home, so I didn't dwell on it. Turning a corner, at
the end of the bluestone-paved road ahead, stood a grand mansion with soaring eaves and a dark gate. Above the gate hung a large
vermilion plaque bearing four powerful characters: "Feng of Baicaotang."
As soon as I entered the house, my sixth brother, Ge Zhiping, came out of the inner courtyard with a tense expression. He pulled me
aside and whispered in my ear, "Fifth brother, Zheng Lin is dead."
"Ah!" A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I grabbed his arm and asked urgently, "How could
this happen? Who did it?"
Before my sixth brother could answer, a servant came over and reported to me with a troubled look, "
Young master , there are some beggar-like people outside who say they have something extremely important to discuss and are insisting on seeing you."
"Beggars, could they be from the Beggars' Clan?" I exchanged a glance with Lao Liu and ordered, "Please come in quickly."
Zheng Lin used to lament with me when we drank together that the Beggars' Clan was now in decline, gradually losing
its former tight organization and efficient operations. Since the great battle between good and evil forty years ago, the members had lived a peaceful
life for too long, and were probably no longer able to cope with the unpredictable world of martial arts.
At that time, I laughed at him for worrying unnecessarily, but today I realized it was true .
There were more than a dozen people of different heights and builds sitting opposite us, each carrying five or six burlap sacks on their backs.
After they introduced themselves, it turned out that these people were all skilled fighters who had come from various branch headquarters near Zhenjiang, and they were either
branch leaders or deputy branch leaders. With so many people gathered together, there wasn't even a leader.
Five or six people would start talking at the same time, and their questions were all unrelated.
I patiently answered their questions one by one, my mind still preoccupied with Zheng Lin's matter. The sixth brother, however, couldn't
sit still . "Gentlemen, didn't my third brother already answer these questions last time? Why are you
asking them again today? Do you think we, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, would lie to you? Do you think my third brother, the esteemed judge of life and death, Meng Huaiyuan,
is just talking nonsense?"
There was a moment of silence. Finally, an old man replied somewhat awkwardly, "Sixth Hero Ge, please don't blame us
for being This matter is of great importance. Five days ago, Chief Zheng was attacked during a gathering with his followers at the City God Temple in the west of the city
. All thirty-two of our core disciples from Zhenjiang who were present were killed. What's even more terrifying is that, regardless of their martial arts skills, they all had
only one fatal wound."
"Five days ago?" A thought struck me. Wasn't that the very night I arrived at my second brother's estate? I hadn't expected
them to act so quickly and ruthlessly…
"If it's confirmed that Cao Xiong was the culprit, we can formulate a countermeasure as soon as possible," a Beggar Clan disciple beside me
chimed in.
"Formulate a countermeasure?" I wanted to laugh at those words. "Back when Cao Xiong was rampant,
where ? We were forced to retreat at every turn."
But I could only think these words; I couldn't say them aloud. I cupped my hands in a respectful gesture and said sorrowfully, "Gentlemen, Brother Zheng
and I are best friends. His misfortune has deeply saddened me, and I wish I could immediately find the murderer and
tear him to pieces to avenge Brother Zheng. I've already heard what you all said, and you've already spoken with my third brother. I
also…" I just returned from abroad, and this is all I know. Since these bandits are targeting our Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, and my
second brother and Brother Zheng have both been killed, our two families should now unite against this common enemy.
What do you all think?
Unexpectedly, the entire room fell silent again. The previously eloquent leaders all kept their lips tightly shut. Some
lowered their heads in silence, some stared intently at the roof beams, and others gulped down their tea. Seeing this
scene , my heart sank.
After a long pause, someone finally spoke up: "This...this matter of joining forces can be discussed another day. I heard that
Madam Lu also returned with Feng Wuxia; could we ask her to come out and meet us?"
Sixth Brother Ge Zhiping could no longer contain himself, slamming his hand on the table and angrily shouting, "You all have gone too far
!"
************
After seeing the Beggars' Gang off, I turned to Sixth Brother and smiled, "It's been a long time since I've seen you so angry; it startled
me."
"They've gone too far. What do they take us for? It's like they're interrogating criminals. And such a large
gang , without any unification, each going their own way—it's practically a disorganized mess. Now they even
dare to make such an unreasonable request as to see Second Sister-in-law," he said bitterly.
Sixth Brother is still a bit too inexperienced. The Beggars' Clan has enjoyed a peaceful life for the past two years, with these people having powerful backers...
Naturally, they've become arrogant and domineering, wielding power in various regions. However, after too much peace, they haven't had many opportunities
to prove themselves .
I've heard there are currently vacancies among the elders of the Beggars' Sect's Jiangnan branch. It seems these branch leaders have already calculated that
whoever performs a great service in this incident will have a significant advantage in the competition for elder positions.
Judging from this, they're probably wary of each other, so how could they possibly cooperate sincerely? Just
as I was about to voice my thoughts, a servant came to report that more than a dozen guests had arrived together. I flipped open
the name card, and my sixth brother leaned over. "Ah, these are all local bigwigs in Zhenjiang."
That's right, the owner of Zhenjiang's largest car dealership, the owners and chiefs of the three major escort agencies,
the owners , the heads of several famous martial arts schools, and two other local celebrities and tycoons.
"What are they doing here?" my sixth brother asked, a little confused. "Are they here to mourn Second Brother?"
"Let's hear what they have to say." I already had a pretty good idea of what they were up to.
As expected, after a few brief pleasantries, they immediately got down to business.
"Master Feng, even if people aren't close, we're still connected by our roots. Please, no matter what, you must help us." "
It's common for people in the martial world to seek revenge, we understand that. But the Beggars' Clan has really gone too far
."
"Young Master, those beggars come three or four times a day, glaring at our customers. How are we supposed to do business
like ?"
"Fifth Hero Feng, for the sake of our hometown ties, you have to lend a hand. Only your name can make these beggars
behave ."
"It's not that we don't want to help them, but the way they're doing things, even our brothers won't be convinced
."
It seems these Beggars' Clan disciples are resorting to any means to gain merit, and it seems they haven't overlooked any profession or person in Zhenjiang even remotely connected to the martial world
. The current situation is vastly different from what we initially envisioned.
The overnight massacre of Zheng Lin and over thirty of his core disciples has virtually paralyzed the Beggars' Sect's Zhenjiang branch.
Beggars' Sect disciples from other regions simply cannot grasp the local situation in a short time.
Cao Xiong has been missing since his defeat by his elder brother three years ago.
He didn't even offer assistance to his surviving brothers and relatives when they were being hunted by enemies, suggesting that even if he has followers, they are few. Now, Jiangnan is filled with his
enemies, so he probably won't openly seek revenge.
Given his experience and intelligence, this revenge will undoubtedly be meticulously prepared, and he will likely be deeply hidden, making it difficult to uncover his activities
so easily. With Zheng Lin dead, our only chance to gain the upper hand now lies in the full
cooperation .
Having made up my mind, I naturally offered them kind words and agreed to their request to coordinate with the Beggars' Gang. After seeing
them off, I returned to the main hall and found my third and fourth brothers sitting there. I quickly went up to them and greeted them, "Third brother, fourth brother,
when did you arrive?"
"Just when those people were complaining to you," my third brother said, his thin face showing approval, "Fifth brother, you handled it very well. I also think the Beggars' Gang has completely lost their minds these past few days; if things continue like this, they'll offend
everyone ." "Don't worry, I'll try to mediate between the Beggars' Sect and them. Only by working together can we succeed ." I agreed, then casually asked, "Has there been any news from Big Brother yet?" Third Brother's expression darkened. "No, Fourth Brother and I just left emergency signals at various crossroads in the suburbs. Hopefully, Big Brother will see them and come as soon as possible." Everyone fell silent. Such a long period of silence was not like Big Brother's style. We all knew that, in terms of martial arts alone, there were only one or two people in Jiangnan who could surpass him, and Big Brother was one of them. Cao Xiong had only lost once since his debut, the time he lost to Big Brother Long Fei. Even if his martial arts had declined in the past two years, he was still not we could easily deal with. "It's getting late. You've escorted Second Sister-in-law and the others back; they must be tired from the journey. You should rest early. Someone's waiting for you in your room, right?" Third Brother patted me understandingly. "Yes, Fifth Brother, that girl has been waiting for you for a long time." Even the usually honest Sixth Brother chimed in with a sly smile. "Isn't it the same with Seventh Sister?" I blurted out, then suddenly remembered how Seventh Sister had been intimate with me just a few days ago . I felt a little guilty and ashamed. Before I could finish speaking, a servant came to report, " Gu Changfeng, the Chief Constable of Zhenjiang Prefecture, has come to visit . " ********** ... Seeing the lamplight, I felt a little warmer. Passing through the courtyard gate, only the paper window of the main house shone with light. Pushing open the door, I saw a candle burning brightly on the round table in the center of the room. A blue gauze shrouded bowls and plates laden with food, and a young girl in brocade robes was fast asleep beside the table. I tiptoed to her side; the girl was sleeping soundly. Nestled in my arms was a serene and gentle face, her long black hair styled in a three-bun, revealing her fair and delicate neck. Only a few strands of black hair fell softly against the back of her neck. She was asleep without an outer garment, seemingly unafraid of the cold. I took off my long robe and gently draped it over her shoulders. "Ah..." Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking for a while before realizing it was me. "Young master, when did you get back? You didn't even wake me up. Have you eaten? Ah... the food is cold . I'll ask the kitchen to warm it up for you." As she spoke, she hurriedly stood up. I pressed down on her fragrant shoulder. "I'm not hungry. Just sit still." I carefully examined her slightly haggard face. "Youlan, you've lost weight while I was away. I told you before, many things at home can be left to the servants. You don't need to do everything yourself." I reached out and stroked her delicate, smooth face. My acquaintance with Youlan was fate. She came from a scholarly family, but two years ago, a severe drought struck Shaanxi , and her family fled to Jiangnan with thousands of other disaster victims. The hardships of the journey are self-evident. Her family members also perished one after another during the escape. Near Jingzhou, her last remaining relative, her father, a renowned scholar from Guanzhong, also passed away . To ensure her father could be properly buried, she was forced to sell herself for his funeral. I happened to be passing through that area, and from then on , she became my personal maid, though she was more like my steward or even a concubine. Youlan stretched out her small, fair hands, pressed my palms tightly against her face, and murmured:

"Master, you know I've worked hard, so please don't worry me. I heard from Third Master that Second Master had an accident, and such a big thing happened in the city these past two days.
I... I... if anything were to happen to you, Master, I..."
He gently pressed his hand to her mouth, stopping her from saying anything more. The world is dangerous, and being alone wouldn't be so bad,
but if there are ties in one's heart, even a hero will inevitably feel a sense of unease.
With a gentle pull, I drew her soft, delicate body into my arms, my arms encircling her slender waist. Inhaling her
faint, feminine fragrance, I pressed my lips to her rounded earlobe and whispered, "My dear Lanlan,
have ?"
As I spoke, I deliberately brushed my teeth against her jade-like earlobe. A blush
crept up her smooth neck, quickly spreading across her porcelain-like cheeks. Her body trembled slightly, likely due in part to my
right hand stroking her smooth abdomen.
Looking at her, a fire seemed to ignite within me. My lips chased her luscious
red lips, my hands searching for a knot to bind the beautiful body before me. After a series of soft moans and the rustling of clothes
, her pair of jade-like breasts were exposed. Not particularly large, but perfectly shaped and
firm , slightly upturned, with two small, light pink nipples at the tips.
Watching her jade-like breasts change shape at my touch, the blush seemed to spread from
Youlan's neck downwards, quickly covering her entire delicate chest, and the two nipples seemed to respond by pushing upwards
. I separated my index and middle fingers, pinched the slightly swollen, rosy nipples, and twisted them a couple of times. A captivating
moan escaped Youlan's lips.
"Hmm, Master, you've been traveling all day, aren't you tired?"
"Don't worry, your young master's nickname is the Wandering Dragon Swordsman, how could a dragon tire so easily?" As she spoke,
one hand had already lifted her pleated skirt, reaching deep inside to undo her undergarments.
"Let me do it. Master, you should rest." Youlan twisted her waist to make it easier for me to remove her
trousers , while reaching to undo my belt.
I casually tossed Youlan's undergarments aside, lifted her long skirt, parted her smooth thighs,
and let her straddle my lap. Youlan's slender hands had already begun to grasp my erect
penis , moving it up and down along the shaft. So comfortable. My trained fingers
massaged my penis with varying pressure, each touch making it harder, the pleasure shooting from my shaft down to my lower abdomen.
Of course, I wanted to make Youlan feel good too. My fingers gently slid down to the base of her thighs, the warm, moist
sensation like a small mouth breathing hot air onto my hand. I grasped her lush,
full mons pubis, my hand covered in the smooth, oily flesh.
Following the source of the heat,
my before probing inside. It felt like touching a delicate bud; a long moan
escaped Youlan's lips, her bright eyes instantly becoming hazy.
My fingers moved a few times, and Youlan's body rubbed against me as if it were covered in honey. "Young master,
ah...faster...ah..." With the rhythm of my fingers going in and out, her moans rose and fell, and sticky
nectar flowed continuously from my fingers, dripping onto her inner thighs.
I couldn't hold back any longer either. I lifted her body, which was so soft it felt like there were no bones left.
I aimed my thick penis at her eagerly opening flower cave, and with a thrust of my hips, I plunged it straight in. I heard a
soft "ah," and Youlan wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her whole body against my chest.
Although she was already fully wet, Youlan's private parts were still so tight. The warm flesh of her vagina enveloped my
penis, and the tiny folds rubbed against the shaft. The considerate Youlan, perhaps worried I was overworking myself,
actively writhed her body as soon as I entered her , which naturally made me feel less strained. One hand held her waist,
while the other freely played with her breasts.
"Lan'er, your 'rabbits' are getting fuller and fuller. How are you going to thank your young master?"
"You still say that…you're so naughty…you never leave me alone there…the marks from last time took half a month to fade
…ah…don't bite…"
Of course, I couldn't let it sit idle either. I opened my mouth and took most of her breast into my mouth. The smooth, almost melting
sensation made me unable to control myself, sucking and biting. My lower body thrust upwards forcefully in response to Youlan's movements,
as if each thrust was about to pierce her completely.
"Ah...I'm going to fly...ah..." Several heavy thrusts landed solidly on the deepest part
of her flower core. I felt a sudden heat surge inside Youlan, rushing through my entire body along the throbbing veins on my thick penis.
My pores seemed to open up all at once, and in that instant, I felt like
I was in paradise. "Good Lanlan, it feels so good there...so good."
"Me too...thank you again...oh my god...I..."
My hands gripped Youlan's slender waist tightly, thrusting upwards again and again. Youlan's arms and legs were already tightly wrapped around my body
like , her private parts desperately chasing after my penis. Her entire body
was flushed pink from excitement, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her smooth skin. Several times, I almost let go of her, my hand
sliding from her waist down to her ribs.
"It's coming... ah... it's coming..." Youlan finally reached her climax, her body trembling violently,
her vagina contracting intensely, her fingers gripping my back tightly. I could feel the burning
sensation of her fingers digging into my skin.
I took a deep breath, a surge of heat rising from my navel to my penis, a feeling that it was about to
burst . As if sensing this stimulation, Youlan let out another high-pitched cry, and another gush of scalding
heat flowed from her vagina to the tip of my penis. My penis throbbed uncontrollably a few times before gushing out.
"Young master, I... am so beautiful..." She slumped against me, her delicate body seemingly melting.

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(Part Three)
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Because this article has been sitting for a while, I found that many details need to be
redesigned . And my writing efficiency is very low (sweat), so I'll try to speed things up!
However, this is not a long article, and I've already thought of the ending, so it shouldn't be too unfinished.
P.S.: Here's a list of main characters who have already appeared (looks like my skills aren't good enough after all).
The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan:
Eldest brother Long Fei , Second
brother Lu Tianfeng (deceased) ,
Second sister
- in-law Fang Wanyue
, Third brother Meng Huaiyuan, Fourth
brother Huo Toutuo, Fifth brother Feng Yuxuan (i.e., "I") ,
Sixth brother Ge Zhiping,
Seventh brother Liu Suhong (Ge's wife)
, Zheng Lin (leader of the Beggars' Sect Zhenjiang branch, deceased).
(These are the main characters up to the first two chapters.)
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When I walked out of the government office gate, it was already past noon. Based on
the , I had just persuaded Prefect Liu Wencheng of Zhenjiang not to implement the "Great Rebellion Law" to deal with the increasing number of Jianghu
people in the city. The reason is simple: Cao Xiong, the suspect in the Beggars' Clan massacre, is highly skilled in martial arts, has numerous followers, and is very well hidden
. The local government of Zhenjiang alone is insufficient to apprehend him. If the case were reported to the Ministry of Justice, the credit would likely be
divided among many of them. Letting these江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world) deal with Cao Xiong in their own way would allow Liu Wencheng to claim
all .
It should be noted that since Cao Xiong's defeat and fall from power, he became a wanted criminal overnight, implicated in dozens of murders.
Besides those he committed himself, many crimes committed by his brothers, subordinates, and even his enemies were also pinned on him.
If he could be apprehended this time, it would greatly benefit Liu Wencheng's career.
Having figured this out, and considering the two thousand taels of silver and two old ginseng roots I had given him, he finally agreed to
my request. However, Liu Wencheng didn't readily agree to our demands: "This matter is of great importance
. Since Young Master Feng is willing to take full responsibility, that's fine. But if another bloodshed like the one at the City God Temple were to occur, it would be difficult for me
to cover it up for you." I cursed this cunning old fox who had gotten a good deal while still having to
put on a smile and flatter his wisdom.
After leaving the government office, I immediately rushed to the Beggars' Sect's Zhenjiang branch headquarters, where
a memorial hall for friends in the martial arts world to pay their respects. After the memorial service, I subtly suggested to the Beggars' Sect leaders that they shouldn't
rush into taking overly drastic measures, and that cooperating with other sects would be the best course of action. However, the leaders all
evaded the question, unwilling to say anything more.
Zheng Lin had always been a solitary man, and now the Beggars' Sect disciples were representing him at the memorial service. Actually, he did have a woman in Zhenjiang
City . Others might not know, but I knew everything, since he
had spent most of the money he borrowed from me under the guise of gambling debts on his lover.
This woman was the widow of a clean-robed disciple of the Beggars' Sect. She had two young daughters. Fearing
the gossip would jeopardize his promising future, Zheng Lin had never dared to give her a formal title,
and he was extremely cautious in his interactions with her. If he hadn't needed my help to cover for him, he probably
wouldn't have confided such a secret to me.
I had originally planned to reveal the whole story today, because the last time I saw Zheng Lin, I heard
that the woman was already carrying his child, thus ensuring he had an heir. However, seeing these people so preoccupied with their own
scheming, I abandoned that idea. Left with no other choice, I
offered some perfunctory condolences and then took my leave.
"The head elders have arrived to oversee the revenge campaign. Everyone is waiting for the head to devise a plan; before
that, we're afraid we won't reach a conclusion. Please forgive us, Fifth Master Feng," a branch leader I knew well
whispered to me as he saw me off. Hearing this, I breathed a long sigh of relief; finally, some good news.
Leaving the Beggars' Sect headquarters, I hadn't gone far when I felt someone following me. Taking a turn, I looked back and
saw a man dressed in a blue robe and hat, acting suspiciously, carrying a long bundle wrapped in thick
cloth . It shouldn't be someone from the Beggars' Sect; there are beggars everywhere these days, no need for them
to send someone in disguise to follow me. Could it be one of Cao Xiong's henchmen?
I deliberately avoided the main streets, relying on my familiarity with the terrain, and led my follower in circles.
After a while, I realized that only that one person was following me. And what was strangest was that the young man
seemed to be a complete novice; I almost lost him several times. If I hadn't deliberately slowed down, I could have
shaken him off long ago.
Since that was the case, I decided to test the waters somewhere. The Tianwang Temple in the east of the city had been dilapidated for many years, with a grove
of trees , usually deserted—a good spot. I made up my mind, and after a few turns, I arrived at the Tianwang Temple
. The follower seemed to realize something and quickened his pace, catching up. Stopping in an open space, I
turned and waited for the young man to catch up.
"Who are you? Why have you been following me?"
"Hmph, the path is clear and unfettered. I walk my own way. What right do you have to say I'm following you?" The voice was surprisingly clear and
melodious .
Only then did I take a closer look at the person following me: a straight nose, thin lips tightly closed, and
a pair of eyes like black pearls beneath dark eyebrows. Her pretty face was frosty. Although she wore the most ordinary coarse cloth
clothes , her captivating charm seemed to have the power to penetrate one's heart.
What a beauty! How come I only realized it now?
"You really are a philandering playboy, a lecher!" Seeing me staring straight at her, the girl's anger
intensified. Her red lips were tightly pursed, and her pair of black pearls were filled with coldness.
I was then startled to realize that I had been somewhat distracted by her beauty. However, her words immediately put me on
guard .
"You recognize me? I've never seen you before, otherwise I would definitely remember you. Who exactly are you?" I asked,
somewhat puzzled.
She tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something.
"If you want to know who I am, ask the sword in my hand first." The girl lifted the long cloth wrapping, revealing a
sheathed longsword. With a clang, the sword was drawn, standing ready.
Her tracking and movement techniques were still rudimentary, but unexpectedly, with the sword in hand, her entire demeanor changed.
Her stance became proper, dignified, and upright, clearly indicating that she had been instructed by a master.
"Want to fight? That suits me perfectly." I stepped back two paces, withdrew the sword, formed a sword incantation, and performed a sword salute,
signaling that she should make the first move. She didn't stand on ceremony; she made a feint with the sword before thrusting it straight into my center, a beam of blue light shooting towards my
chest .
Having faced countless life-and-death situations in the martial world and received guidance from renowned masters, I was confident that my swordsmanship
had reached the level of a top-tier expert. Although this girl's stance was quite impressive, I didn't take her seriously. However
, when we actually clashed, the unpredictable and exquisite nature of her swordsmanship surprised me. If her skill were a little deeper and
her experience more abundant, I would probably be in a much worse state.
I parried left and right with my longsword, using footwork to retreat three steps, enduring another round of rapid attacks.
"A dignified Wandering Dragon Swordsman, all you know how to do is run away?" A mocking glint appeared in those black pearl-like eyes.
Being mocked like this by the beautiful woman, I was truly embarrassed. I slightly gathered my energy, a surge of heat rising from my dantian and
spreading throughout my body. I flipped my left hand outward, and with a slight tremor of my right arm, my longsword swung out. "
Where is !" With a soft shout, a large expanse of sword light instantly enveloped her from all sides.
Perhaps thinking I was nothing special, the girl had become somewhat complacent, and now she was caught off guard by my unexpected move
. Little did she know that this "Where is the Cloud-Across-the-Qin-Ling home?" move, though seemingly a feint, was full of hidden
killing intent . The more panicked the opponent was, the easier it was to find an opening and strike.
With a sharp "snap," followed by a startled "Ah!", I knocked her longsword away. According to the move's
variations , this strike should have been delivered with the blade's edge, but since we were complete strangers, I merely tapped
her wrist with the spine of the sword. I swung the sword back, intending to slice off her hat,
a small .
"Spare me!" A voice rang out from behind me. The word "sword" came from dozens of feet away, but
by the time I uttered "spar," the voice was right beside me, as if the person was already behind me. A master! A warning surged in my mind
. "The wind rises, the clouds fly!" I whirled around, sweeping my sword behind me with overwhelming force.
A longsword reached out and blocked my sword. To my surprise, the two swords clashed without producing a metallic clang
. A thick, continuous internal force surged along the blade, seemingly endless. I channeled
my Divine True Qi and forcefully counterattacked, drawing my sword and leaping aside. After all, there was an unknown
woman standing behind me, and it would be too dangerous to compete in internal force at this moment.
The woman did not pursue, but instead sheathed her sword and bowed to me, saying, "Thank you, Fifth Hero Feng, for
showing mercy ."
I looked closely and saw that the newcomer was a thin, withered old Taoist priest with a sallow complexion, a solemn expression, and a
faded Taoist robe. Suddenly, I thought of someone. Could it be him?
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"Please, Daoist Master!" I led the thin Daoist and his disciple through the gates of the Feng residence.
Daoist Master Leshan, his origins unknown, had spent many years cultivating in Huangshan. He was eccentric and possessed exceptional martial arts skills. Seven years ago, he and my
elder brother, the Sickly Hero Longfei, met by chance in Huangshan. The two tested their martial arts, and even after a thousand moves, neither had gained the upper hand. They
admired each other and became close friends. I had never met him before; everything I knew about him
came from casual conversations with my elder brother.
Within a day, the mansion had been set up with a memorial hall for my second brother, and his coffin
arrived in the afternoon.
"I met Lu Erxia half a year ago. At that time, we were arguing about whether to break the 64
hexagram steps of the 'Eight Extremes Unfixed Sword' or to go from 'Mingren' to 'Jiaren' or from 'Ben' to 'Jiji'. We even
agreed verify our answers a year later. Who would have thought that we would be separated by death now?" Master Leshan said with a sorrowful expression.
"Count me in for avenging Lu Erxia. If there is anything I can do, please tell me."
We were overjoyed to have such a powerful helper.
Leshan Daoist abruptly changed the subject: "Do any of you know where Brother Long is now?"
"No, we've already sent a signal. If my elder brother sees it, he'll definitely be back as soon as possible
."
"What? Daoist, do you know where my elder brother is?" Seeing Leshan remain silent, the impatient Fourth Brother, Huo
Tou Tuo, asked directly.
"It's strange. Brother Long arranged to meet me at Qingfeng Ridge half a month ago, saying he had important matters to discuss, but
I waited there for over ten days and didn't see him. Normally, if he broke his promise, he would have sent someone to deliver a message,
but …" Leshan shook his head, looking puzzled.
We exchanged glances, both with the same question in their eyes.
Fourth Brother, Fire-Headed Monk, was still the most direct: "Daoist Master, do you know why Brother Long wants to
meet ?"
Leshan Daoist lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then raised them resolutely: "Brother Long wants my help in investigating a
mysterious figure, whose identity I know nothing about. The only clue is that this person once
had his injuries treated by Ding Yizhi, the owner of the renowned Jiangnan physician Huichunzhai." His gaze swept over our faces: "Dr. Ding is a
close friend ; I suppose Brother Long wants to ask if I have any clues."
"Ding Yizhi?" I was slightly taken aback, immediately feeling everyone's eyes on me.
Indeed, Ding Yizhi was the former owner of Huichunzhai, which my family's Baicaotang had acquired. His medical skills were once renowned
throughout Jiangnan, and the Prince of Xiangyang summoned him to treat his ailing concubine. However, it is said that he accidentally killed the concubine,
and in a fit of rage, the Prince of Xiangyang imprisoned him and shut down Huichunzhai. Fortunately, many high-ranking officials
and nobles , and a joint petition from pharmacy owners in Jiangnan finally appeased the Prince of Xiangyang's fury,
leading him to unseal Huichunzhai. Sadly, by this time, the physician Ding, unable to withstand the
severe torture and psychological trauma in prison, had already died there.
After this ordeal, Huichunzhai was on the verge of collapse and could no longer sustain itself. In the Jiangnan pharmacy industry, only my
family's Baicaotang was worthy of being compared to Huichunzhai. After discussion, the head managers of Huichunzhai finally decided
to join Baicaotang, as working under an expert would be much easier. After selling Huichunzhai, Doctor Ding's family
returned home, only to be robbed by river pirates on the Xiang River, and the entire family perished. This is what I later learned.
We only found out about this after we wiped out that bandit stronghold.
"Who exactly is this divine healer Ding? Why is Brother pursuing him? I've
never heard Brother mention this before!" Ge Liu asked, his brows furrowed. We all nodded in agreement.
A glint flashed in the eyes of the Taoist of Leshan, almost tangible, and when it landed on my face, I felt a
slight pain .
"The matter of Lu Erxia will probably spread throughout the martial world soon. I just hope Brother Long can get the news
and come as soon as possible ." There was an indescribable quality to his tone.
"Taoist Master, you worry too much. I suppose Brother encountered some injustice and came to help, which caused the delay.
He will definitely come in a couple of days." Although I was also full of doubts, I still needed to say something encouraging.
By this time, people had begun to arrive to offer their condolences. Zhenjiang City was currently teeming with martial arts figures. Besides the Beggars' Clan disciples,
many passing martial artists, upon hearing of the bloodshed, lingered, either out of curiosity or with ulterior motives. Meanwhile,
the news had spread rapidly, and the land and water routes to Zhenjiang must be bustling with activity!
Lu Erge was known for his humility and gentleness, even when fighting with underworld figures, he usually showed mercy unless the opponent
was truly heinous. Therefore, his reputation among the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan was
the best, so the mourners came in droves until after midnight, when the mourning hall finally quieted down.
Dressed in mourning clothes, Second Sister-in-law Wanyue was exhausted. Her delicate face was haggard, and her once bright
eyes were now red and swollen. Anyone could see that she had been forcing herself to stay awake all this time.
"Second Sister-in-law, you should go back and rest. Don't overwork yourself." Even the usually careless Fourth Brother noticed
Wanyue's discomfort.
"Fourth Uncle, I'm fine." Although her soft voice was full of fatigue, there was still a strong
sense of determination in it.
"No, if you collapse, how will we explain to Second Brother?" Third Brother Meng said firmly:
"Fifth Brother, go to the door and stop anyone who comes to pay their respects. Tell them to come back tomorrow."
My Sixth Brother, Seventh Sister, and I also chimed in to dissuade them. Unable to dissuade us, Wanyue stood up, gave us a deep bow, and
walked slowly out of the mourning hall. Seeing that she had finally listened to our advice, I breathed a sigh of relief and
quickly followed her out of the mourning hall to stop the guests from paying their respects at the gate.
Perhaps because she had been kneeling all day and constantly returning the bows, the frail Wanyue suddenly
collapsed as soon as she stepped out of the mourning hall. I, being the closest to her, quickly took two steps forward and caught her in my arms.
"Second sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, are you alright?" I knew I shouldn't have let Wanyue stay in the mourning hall for so long
. Wanyue's face was a little pale, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, but thankfully her breathing was steady.
This was the first time I'd seen her this close. Her beautiful oval face, straight, delicate nose, cherry-like
lips, and almond-shaped eyes were tightly closed. My arms tightened unconsciously around her. I'd always thought Wanyue was slender, but she
was surprisingly plump and soft to the touch. A refreshing fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and in that instant, I was captivated.
Her long, slightly upturned eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids slowly opened,
revealing only sorrow and weariness in her once clear eyes.
"What happened? Ah, Second Sister-in-law, are you alright?" Several voices rang out behind me simultaneously.
I reached out and took Wanyue's soft, boneless hand, gently helping her up. I really hoped we could stay like this a little longer
, but footsteps were already behind us.
"I'm fine, I just suddenly felt a little dizzy, I'll be fine after a rest. Thank you for your help, Fifth Uncle, and thank you
all your concern." Her voice was still so gentle and calm.
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After waiting at the gate for a while, making sure no more guests came, I returned to the inner courtyard. I first patrolled the mansion, but
remembering that Wanyue's health was still worrying, I decided it would be best to go and check on her. After turning another corner, I arrived at
the gate of Wanyue's secluded courtyard. Suddenly, I heard whispers coming from there. Turning around, I saw it was Seventh Sister Liu Suhong and
Ding Lanxin, the female disciple of the Leshan Taoist.
Hearing my footsteps, they both turned around. Although I didn't know
what , they must have been getting along very well. Ding Lanxin, usually so aloof, even had a smile on her face; I almost wondered
if I was seeing things. Unfortunately, upon seeing me, her delicate face instantly returned to its icy expression.
Noticing the change in her attitude, Su Hong's beautiful eyes flickered, and she grabbed Ding Lanxin's hand, asking, "Little sister,
did this guy knock your sword out of your hand during the day?"
"Hmph!" Ding Lanxin's face was frosty as she looked at me approaching. Although unconvinced, she still nodded
.
"What kind of kung fu did he use? Was it 'Thirteen Forms of Flowing Clouds' or 'Eighteen Swords of Rain Spreading'? This guy only knows those three
tricks; his martial arts are actually terrible. You must rarely fight before, that's why he won by a fluke.
Tomorrow, I'll teach you a few special moves to counter him. We'll definitely beat him to a pulp." She said
, giving me a defiant look with a slight smile.
This little girl's greatest pleasure seems to be insulting me, her fifth brother, in front of outsiders, showing me no respect whatsoever
. Special moves? You'd be more interested in teaching her a few bedroom tricks. At this point, it's better if I say nothing
!
Hearing Su Hong's words, Ding Lanxin's face seemed to thaw slightly. She gave a soft "hmm" and turned away from
my gaze. Su Hong's eyes were full of smiles, tinged with a hint of deep affection. I watched the two women standing side-
by-side , each with their own unique charm, and I didn't know where to look.
"Fifth Brother, you've come to see Second Sister-in-law too?" The voice of my sixth brother, Ge Zhiping, rang out from behind me.
As if pricked by a needle, Su Hong and I simultaneously looked away. Before my sixth brother and Su Hong's marriage
, there was a time when Su Hong and I fought side-by-side, surrounded by powerful enemies. We both thought we were doomed. In that life-
or-death moment we formed a bond. I stole Su Hong's virginity, intending to let her experience
the pleasures of womanhood before she died. Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and we ultimately escaped danger.
I had considered stopping her marriage to my sixth brother, but it was an arranged marriage between their elders, and Su Hong
firmly refused. Although she kept it a secret from my sixth brother at the time of her wedding, Su Hong later told me that she still loved
me more. Unable to resist the temptation, we maintained a clandestine relationship, both being extremely careful not to reveal it. However
, every time I saw my sixth brother, I felt an indescribable discomfort.

"Young Master, Young Master." A voice seemed to come from outside the room. I suddenly opened my eyes, startled awake.
"Young Master, Young Master, something's happened!" It was an old servant calling me from outside the bedroom, his voice filled with
anxiety .
I didn't even have time to put on my clothes before leaping out of the bedroom, shouting, "What happened?"
"The funeral hall, the funeral hall..." The old servant had clearly run all the way here, panting heavily.
I grabbed a robe and draped it over myself, then reached out and placed my hand on his wrist. A gentle internal force flowed through me,
calming his breathing.
"Don't panic, tell me slowly," I said, trying to soften my tone.
It turned out that the old servant had gotten up that morning to clean the funeral hall and found that the lid of my second brother's coffin had been opened, with
a note left on it. Before I could even read what was written on the note, he rushed over to report the news.
"Quickly, tell Third Master, Fourth Master, Sixth Master, Seventh Miss, and the old Taoist priest to go to the mourning hall." I threw down
these words and used my lightness skill to dash towards the mourning hall.
Everyone was gathered in the mourning hall, their faces grim.
"Which bastard did this? I'll skin him alive!" Fourth Brother's bones cracked, and
the veins on his fists bulged.
"This person is highly skilled; he pulled the nails out of the coffin lid with his bare hands." The perceptive Seventh Sister noticed this
at a glance .
"That's right, the note was also embedded in the coffin lid wood." Sixth Brother added from the side.
"What did the note say?" Third Brother Meng asked me, who had arrived first.
I handed him a note that read: " Respectfully
presented by the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan:
Lu Tianfeng, forever
remembered. Respectfully submitted by Cao Xiong, Yang Jun, Zhong Dashan, and Wu Lan. "
"Yang Jun?"
"Zhong Dashan?"
"Wu Lan?" Several voices called out in unison. The brothers Yang Ming (Pink Eagle) and Yang Jun (Pink Butterfly) were notorious lechers in Jiangnan. Three years ago, they somehow obtained a wicked book called the *Dongxuan Jing*. They practiced the art of absorbing yin and yang from the book, and wantonly ravaged innocent women in Jiangnan, incurring the wrath of both gods and men. The various martial arts factions of Jiangnan joined forces to hunt them down, and eventually, we, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, found them. Because they went too far, even the usually timid second brother was truly enraged and personally killed Yang Ming. Yang Jun, on the other hand, was seriously injured and escaped, reportedly wounded in a vital area, and could no longer cause trouble. Although Yang Jun's martial arts skills were inferior to his brother's , his wit and cunning far surpassed his. It took us quite a bit of effort to hunt them down. Zhong Dashan, known in the martial arts world as Sirius, was a one-legged bandit active in the border area of Sichuan and Hubei, known for his brutality and immense strength. His younger brother, Zhong Xiaoshan, nicknamed Tiangouxing, was also a famous thief. Once , while committing a crime, Zhong Xiaoshan ran into his fourth brother, Huo Toutuo. Unable to defeat his fourth brother, Zhong Xiaoshan resorted to underhanded tactics to assassinate him . Enraged, his fourth brother chopped him into several pieces. Zhong Dashan must be here to avenge his brother. "Who is Wu Lan?" No one seemed to have heard of her. The usually silent Leshan Taoist coughed lightly and said, "Wu Lan, the 'Heartbreak Flower,' is a rather mysterious female assassin in the martial world. I've heard she's the betrothed of Mad Shark Li Han, but very few in the martial world have ever seen her face." So that's how it is! That year, Shaanxi suffered a severe drought, leaving countless bones scattered. The gentry of Jiangnan spontaneously donated money and grain . Mad Shark Li Han, the leader of the bandits of Chaohu, was audacious enough to try and steal the disaster relief funds. When we learned of this, we naturally intervened. A fight broke out, and Li Han died on the spot, while his bandits scattered like birds and beasts. It seems Wu Lan has come to avenge her husband. "I wonder how the four of them got together?" I said, handing the note to the Taoist priest Leshan beside me. Meng Sange turned to look at us: "This matter is quite strange. Why did they open Second Brother's coffin? Fortunately, Second Brother's remains were not desecrated. Moreover, why did they leave this note to openly provoke us? Wouldn't it have been more advantageous to hide in the shadows ? You know, with the strength of the four of them, they are not capable of being so unscrupulous. I worry that they are hiding something else." "That's right, Cao Xiong is bold, but he is by no means a reckless person. Could it be that they have some backup plan?" Sixth Brother also nodded in agreement. "Who cares who they are, find them all, chop them into mincemeat and feed them to the dogs!" Fourth Brother was so angry that his face turned red. He crumpled the note into a ball, then let go, leaving only scraps of paper in his palm. "What should we do next?" "I've already discussed it with Chief Constable Gu Changfeng of the prefectural government. Cao Xiong and his group have likely been infiltrating Zhenjiang for some time under other identities, so he will provide us with the household registration data of those newly registered in Zhenjiang Prefecture and its four subordinate counties over the past three years. I plan to ask the local tyrants to investigate these newcomers one by one. As for those who have n't registered with the government and those who are just passing through, we'll ask the Beggars' Sect disciples to help investigate them. In addition, if we need to trace the origins of these migrants in other places, we'll also need the Beggars' Sect's assistance." I shared my thoughts with everyone: "Now we're just waiting for the Beggars' Sect leader to arrive ." ********** ... "Lion" Dongfang Bai, the former Elder of the Beggars' Sect, now holds the position of "Guest." The Elder of the Sect's Transmission of Skills ranks first among the four elders, second only to the sect leader, and is traditionally held by those with exceptional martial arts skills. Dongfang Bai served as Elder of the Transmission of Skills for decades, and his disciples are spread throughout the various branches of the Beggars' Sect, making him a figure of immense prestige. His current position as Guest is a highly prestigious, honorary one within the Beggars' Sect, always awarded only to disciples who have rendered great service, even more respected than the sect leader. His appointment demonstrates the Beggars' Sect's high regard for this position. Later I learned that Zheng Lin was actually Dongfang Bai's last disciple. No wonder the old man wasn't enjoying his retirement in the gang, but personally came to avenge his disciple. After leaving the mourning hall, and hearing our account of the whole story, the white-haired Elder Dongfang kept stroking his beard, pondering for a long time before suddenly asking, "So, Hero Long hasn't arrived yet. Does anyone know his whereabouts?" We looked at each other and shook our heads. Seeing Elder Dongfang's hesitant expression, it seemed he knew something. Fourth Brother, Fire Monk, couldn't help but ask first: "Elder Dongfang, do you perhaps know where my eldest brother is? Then speak quickly!" Dongfang Bai gestured, and a disciple behind him handed him something. He handed it to us.

Before us, it turned out to be a jade pendant. "Ah!" We all exclaimed simultaneously, recognizing it as our eldest brother's personal jade pendant . Our eldest
brother, Long Fei, treated money like dirt and was always penniless. Although this jade pendant wasn't particularly valuable,
it was a heirloom from his sect. To commemorate his sect, he treasured it dearly and never
parted with it. So how did it end up in Elder Dongfang's hands? A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me.
Apparently, when Dongfang Bai and his group passed through a small town called Danhe, about a hundred miles from Zhenjiang, they saw a
shepherd boy playing with this pendant. Although he didn't know it belonged to my eldest brother, Elder Dongfang recognized the unique mark of
my brother's . So he asked the shepherd boy how he obtained the pendant, bought it, and brought it to us for identification.
"The shepherd boy found it at the mass grave, how could it be like this?" Even the usually composed Meng Sange abandoned
all etiquette , jumped up, and was completely flustered.
At this point, wasting words here was unnecessary; the most important thing now was to find out where my eldest brother was.
"Fourth brother and sixth brother, come with me to Danhe Town; fifth brother and seventh sister, stay behind and wait for news. Master Leshan, are you
coming too?" Third brother quickly assigned us tasks.
"Why do you want me to stay again? Last time you made me stay behind too." I got anxious and
asked before the Taoist priest could answer, "My elder brother might be in danger, how can I just stay home like nothing's wrong?"
"You're the landlord, you need to coordinate the actions of all parties here; Seventh Sister, don't be angry, Second Sister-in-law and
the women in Fifth Brother's household all need protection. If you don't stay, who will take your place?"

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I tucked my long sword into my belt and slowly made my way along the path beside the mansion wall. My third brother and the others had been gone for a day. Besides Su
Hong and me, the Taoist of Leshan had also left his female disciple, Ding Lanxin, behind. To prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation,
the Beggars' Sect experts had set up a security net outside the Feng mansion. We were mainly responsible for the security of the inner courtyard.
The sound of the night watchman's drum, "Bang...bang...", came from outside the courtyard wall. It was already the second watch. The moonlight was like frost,
cold and quiet. Passing through the back garden, there was a rockery in the garden, with strange shadows dappled in the moonlight. A familiar soft call reached my ears .
Looking around to make sure no one was there, I darted into the artificial hillside in two leaps. Su Hong
, dressed in a martial arts outfit, immediately came to me: "Fifth Brother, you're here." I hummed in response and expertly pulled her into my arms. The
usually dashing and heroic woman now nestled in my arms like a kitten, her soft whispers only audible
to me: "Fifth Brother, don't blame me. I really wanted to see you right away, just the two of us." Su Hong
was probably very worried about her eldest brother. In moments of confusion, every woman longs for a strong embrace to
lean on , let alone the man she loves.
Holding her slender yet firm waist, I gently caressed her beautiful curves, my lips close to her ear: "
It's alright , I'm here. No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."
"You're the worst, always trying to coax me." Her sweet, coquettish voice made it hard to believe she was the same female knight-errant who had once cleaved through
the demons with her sword.
My hands slid restlessly along her waist towards her more intimate parts: "Su Hong, you're getting fuller and fuller."
Feeling the ever-changing, plump protrusions in my hands, firm, full, and elastic. Xie Duan's tiny nipples immediately
trembled, engorged, and hardened.
"Ah!" Su Hong's body was still so sensitive. She shuddered and slumped in my arms
, only managing to stay upright thanks to the support of my chest. My other hand traced down her smooth back
, suddenly touching a thin layer of padding. "Did you get your period today?" I felt a little deflated.
"It started the day I got back to Zhenjiang, so it should last another two or three days," Su Hong
whispered in my ear, her cheeks burning.
Feeling a bit annoyed, and seemingly sensing my mood, Su Hong also seemed a little anxious. "How about I
... use..." she said, her pouting red lips looking alluring.
"Okay, I'll punish you by making you use your little mouth instead." I gently pulled down her clothes, and Su Hong obediently
squatted down in front of me, unbuttoned my clothes, and reached between my thighs. A cool sensation swept
over my body as she pulled out my penis. I didn't feel the coolness for long because my
penis was quickly surrounded by warmth and moisture again.
When we first started having an affair, Su Hong was somewhat averse to oral sex, but after my
gentle persuasion, she could now boldly do many things that she used to feel embarrassed about, and
her skills had become increasingly proficient.
I could clearly feel her smooth, fragrant tongue swirling around the glans of my penis, the
stimulation . A tingling, numb sensation spread through my lower back; I couldn't describe it, only
that it made me dizzy. My hand involuntarily pressed against the back of her head, trying to bring her head closer to my
crotch .
After licking for a while, Su Hong changed her method, her head bobbing up and down as she vigorously sucked on my penis.
Looking down, her long, black hair was spread out, completely obscuring her face; only the
seductive , her small mouth moving even faster.
No, Seventh Sister's technique is getting better and better; the tingling sensation in my lower back is incredibly strong, almost as if she's thanking the poster for their help
. Wait, what's that sound? I turned to look towards the garden gate. Two figures slowly approached side by
side, their voices growing closer. I recognized the voices—it was Youlan and Ding Lanxin.
"Sister Youlan, you're such a good person, why do you like that lecherous, dissolute young master Feng Yuxuan
? What's so good about him?" The voice was clear and melodious, but the content was anything but
pleasant .
"Sister Xin, you must have misunderstood the young master. He's actually a very good person, kind and considerate to the servants."
"Never a harsh word was uttered." Youlan chuckled softly. Truly my good Lan'er, completely unaffected by that
little girl .
"Sister Youlan, you certainly haven't heard about what he did before." That's strange. What could Ding
Lanxin possibly know about me? "That year, he summoned over thirty prostitutes to accompany him on the Qinhuai River, causing a ruckus for
over ten days. The whole Jiangnan literati community had already heard about it. What else could that be but dissolute and immoral? Good sister, don't
let her fool you!"
How could Ding Lanxin know about this? It truly surprised me. That was six years ago,
after I passed the provincial examination and became a Juren (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations). On a whim, I gathered a few wealthy classmates and we did this outrageous thing. Afterwards, people did
think we were dissolute playboys and spendthrifts, but these rumors probably only circulated among the literary families and
never spread to the martial arts world. What exactly is Ding Lanxin's background?
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my penis. Looking down, I saw Su Hong raising her head, her cherry-like mouth still holding my
penis. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on me, her expression a half-smile. Her mouth seemed to move again,
and another wave of pain came. I hadn't expected her to bite a second time, and I couldn't help but groan.
"Who's there?" Ding Lanxin's ears perked up as she looked in this direction from afar. I immediately
felt Su Hong's body stiffen abruptly, as if she couldn't move for a moment. I instinctively
held my breath, afraid to make a sound. If others discovered my relationship with Seventh Sister, I didn't dare to think any further.
"Is there really someone here? Don't scare me, little sister!" Youlan covered her high chest, clinging tightly to Ding Lanxin
. Ding Lanxin's gaze slowly swept around us, as if she had indeed discovered something.
I couldn't help but move further into the shadows, suddenly realizing that Su Hong was still so stiff. I had never
seen her so afraid before. On a whim, I slowly but resolutely swayed my hips back and forth in the shadows. Su Hong
must have been terrified by my actions. She barely managed to lift her head, looking up at me with a reproachful expression. I deliberately ignored her,
increasing the amplitude and force of my hip thrusts.
Still scared, Su Hong didn't dare make a sound, much less show any sign of resistance. Her little mouth
suddenly became hot, much wetter than before. I felt my lower body also swell a bit more due to the excitement and blood flow,
and my entire penis was unusually sensitive, as if every friction could ignite a fire.
"Meow~" A black cat leaped nimbly from the artificial hill. Just the right time!
The two women outside seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's getting late, you should rest early, sister!"
Ding Lanxin nodded in agreement, glancing at us with lingering interest before leaving with Youlan.
If I'd known she was so persistent, I should have deliberately lost to her last time we fought. Women really do hold grudges
!
Ah, this feeling in my lower back, it's so sore! I straightened my back, tightly holding Su Hong's head, my penis plunging
deep into her throat, then springing up like a spring, spitting out a large amount of white, sticky fluid. I didn't
loosen my grip on Su Hong's head until the last few drops were sucked into her mouth before I finally let go weakly.
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Now I finally understand why Cao Xiong and his gang dared to be so arrogant. Perhaps he thought that since they had killed Long Fei, the most troublesome of the Seven Heroes , the rest were insignificant. Another coffin and a memorial tablet appeared in the mourning hall. Everyone was grieving, even somewhat despondent . I tried my best to maintain a calm and composed expression, knowing I would have endless time to grieve and weep later. Now, it was time to pull myself together and avenge my two brothers. "There's something I think you'd all be interested to know," Elder Dongfang said solemnly after the memorial service. "Actually, before his death, Hero Long entrusted our Beggars' Sect with an investigation." We were all stunned; clearly, none of us were prepared. Including what the Taoist of Leshan had said, we hadn't expected our eldest brother to have so many things that even we, his closest sworn brothers, didn't know. "About two years ago, Hero Long discovered that someone in the martial world was secretly practicing the Cave Mystery Scripture again..." Elder Dongfang said. "Two years ago? Wasn't Pink Eagle Yang Ming already dead? Although Pink Butterfly Yang Jun escaped, how could he practice that evil art of absorbing yin to replenish yang with a knife wound in that spot?" Sixth Brother couldn't help but interrupt. Elder Dongfang nodded and said, "Ge Liuxia is right. We initially thought so too. However, Hero Long's reputation is widespread, and his words are convincing, so our disciples from the Jiangnan branch secretly investigated. We found that it was indeed true ; someone was searching for virgins to practice this evil art." After saying that, he sighed, "Unfortunately, the other side is very shrewd and cautious. When we were halfway through our investigation, all the leads went cold, and several key figures were silenced. We haven't made any progress since ." "Wait a minute. After my second brother killed Yang Ming, I personally found the Dongxuan Scripture on that corpse. Later, my eldest brother burned the book in front of the martial arts community in Jiangnan. Your gang's leaders can testify to this. Besides, we haven't heard of any famous figures dying suddenly in Jiangnan two years ago, have we?" I couldn't hold back any longer and asked loudly. Elder Dongfang smiled wryly, "We are also completely baffled by the matter of the Dongxuan Scripture. Yang Ming's book is destroyed . Yang Jun may have the book, but he can't cultivate it. Could it be that he gave the book to someone else to practice? Those people aren't famous figures, and several of them have no connection to the martial arts world. It 's normal ." "Could it be... that the person behind the scenes is the mysterious figure that Daoist Leshan mentioned?" I exclaimed . "What mysterious figure?" Hearing this, Elder Dongfang's spirits lifted, and his white eyebrows rose high. Daoist Leshan coughed lightly, seemingly hesitant, but he still recounted the story of the mysterious figure . Finally, he added, "This mysterious figure may not necessarily be related to what the Eastern Elder said. We must be careful not to go astray in our investigation."

"Furthermore, the Dongxuan Scripture probably can't be mastered solely through yin-yang cultivation. I've heard that a female master once
successfully cultivated it. However, rumors in the martial arts world suggest the Yang brothers are selfish and wouldn't give away this
secret manual, obtained at the cost of their lives."
Indeed, the Dongxuan Scripture isn't actually a martial arts manual, but rather a quick-learning cultivation
formula for the Taoist treasure, the "Great Dao Canon." Because the "Great Dao Canon" is so profound and difficult, progress is slow, so countless intelligent
individuals throughout history have written down numerous cultivation formulas based on their own understanding. The Dongxuan Scripture is one of the most effective, but
because its cultivation methods are considered too sinister, it's regarded as heretical by the righteous sects of the martial arts world.
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In the stillness of the night, when I returned to my small courtyard, I saw the steaming bathtub in front of me,
and Youlan busily working beside it, her body drenched in sweat. The sadness and confusion I had suppressed during the day surged into my heart.
I tiptoed behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and lifted her up. Her curves were exquisite beneath the thin veil, and
the steam made her clothes cling tightly to her body, soaked with sweat. Her private parts were faintly visible. I felt
a surge of heat throughout my body, as if a fire was spreading through my lower abdomen. It seemed that all my negative emotions were clashing inside me
, needing an outlet.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her slender waist, my already engorged lower body pressed against Youlan's full, perky buttocks, savoring
the elastic feel of her flesh. "So fragrant!" I pressed my nose against her tender back. "Youlan, what did you use on yourself
? It smells so good."
Youlan pressed her hand against the edge of the tub, turned around and gave me a shy smile, her waist and hips arching high, her plump, round thighs
pressed tightly together , gently swaying her full buttocks, rubbing against my penis through her clothes. One of my hands reached to her chest,
grasping a delicate protrusion. My fingers pressed against the tip of her breast, and it was already hard. "My dear
Youlan, are you already impatient?" Hearing my teasing, Youlan shook her head shyly, biting
her lower lip with her white teeth, even her smooth, porcelain-like neck turning red.
I was also losing control. My other hand directly pulled off her lower garment,
revealing her two round, smooth, porcelain-like buttocks. I couldn't resist reaching out to grab them. The snow-white flesh sank into my fingers under the pressure,
but I immediately felt my fingers bounce back a little; with a little more force, the smooth skin seemed about to slip
away from my grasp.
A crease ran down the middle of her peach-like buttocks. I inserted my fingers into the crease and gently parted them, revealing her
pink anus. As if knowing my gaze was focused on her rear, Youlan's jade buttocks began to
tighten, and the budding anus, which had been stretched open, began to shrink inward, with faint swirling patterns appearing around it.
I leaned down, getting closer to her buttocks, and gently breathed on her anus. "Ah... Master, no...
It's so embarrassing, don't do this..." Now that I was close, the sparse hairs around her anus were clearly visible. I ran my fingers
over it a few times, and Youlan trembled, her voice changing: "Ah... Don't touch there."
I knew Youlan still had some reservations about playing with her anus, so I turned my attention away. Her smooth, white
thighs were pressed tightly together, and a dark shadow could be vaguely seen between her legs. Upon closer inspection, it was a tuft of fine hair, like seaweed
, damp with sweat and clinging to the inside of her thighs. I slipped my hand between her legs and gently pulled them apart. Youlan
understood and obediently parted her thighs, revealing her delicate vulva, which was already open like a fresh seashell. Silky nectar seeped from her flower bud and
slid down her thighs, leaving a glistening trail.
I used one hand to undress myself, while the other hand immediately entered her most mysterious place.
The nectar, which had been flowing like a stream, suddenly overflowed. Slippery, lustful nectar dripped from my fingers and palm onto
the ground , quickly forming a puddle.
"Do you want it that badly?" I gripped my already painfully hard penis, pressing it against her wide-open
vulva, rubbing it against her plump labia.
Youlan turned around, saying nothing, but her alluring expression, flushed face, and beautiful
, watery eyes only fueled my already rising desire. Without another word, I thrust my hips forward,
penetrating her warm, moist body. She let out a soft "mmm," slightly arching her
slender waist .
I deliberately slowed my movements, allowing my penis to fully experience the tightness and warmth of her body; when I reached the very end, my glans
touching that plump, soft flesh, I vigorously rotated my penis, grinding it hard a few times.
Youlan frowned, her expression frantic with worry. Finally, she opened her eyes, grabbed my
arm tightly, and stammered, "No...don't tease me...Young Master, harder..."
Since the beauty needed my help, I couldn't let her down. I gripped her snow-white, plump buttocks tightly and began to thrust forcefully.
"Ah...yes, just like that..." Suddenly struck hard, Youlan couldn't help but moan loudly, her voice
as sweet as honey.
I was completely on her back, my chest, abdomen, buttocks, and back pressed together, my large penis pounding against her, my lower abdomen
slapping against her full, elastic buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound. Youlan swayed her slender waist wildly, her jade buttocks heaving
incessantly in response. The fleshy clitoris of her vulva clung to my penis, thick streams of nectar flowing from her private parts
, glistening through her pink skin. The pleasure intensified like a burning fire, her ecstatic moans and groans
barely forming a coherent sentence.
Finally, the pleasure reached its peak, and I thrust forward with all my might, holding tightly to that beautiful flower core.
A surge of sensation coursed through my mind, and Youlan's vulva tightened sharply; we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
Afterward, I lay lazily in the bathtub, Youlan nestled against me like a docile kitten.
"Master, is something on your mind? Tell me so I can share your burden!"
I was indeed troubled, as if I had overlooked something very important. I tried hard to recall
everything that had happened during the day, and suddenly I remembered the thing that had been troubling me: back at my elder brother's memorial, Brother Meng
said something like, "Elder brother, you died so unjustly..."
Why did Brother Meng say that? Did he suspect something? Indeed, there were many inexplicable aspects to Brother Long's death
: he was clearly ambushed first, then poisoned and wounded, unable to break through before being killed. But he was always
elusive, and apart from us brothers, there was no way anyone else could know his whereabouts. So, how he ended up
in the ambush was naturally a question.
With Third Brother's meticulousness, he must have already noticed this problem: how did they discover Big Brother's whereabouts?
Did they follow him? Big Brother is experienced in the underworld; no one can follow him without arousing his suspicion. Once he became suspicious...
Brother Long is untouchable; no trap in the world could fool him. The only possibilities are that his enemies are incredibly
lucky, and he just happens to walk right into their trap.
"No!" I shook my head. Third Brother must have something else in mind. Could it be…? I suddenly realized that
Third Brother suspected his enemies already knew Brother Long would take that route and were lying in wait.
But only a few of us brothers should know Brother Long's whereabouts…
A chill ran down my spine; I dared not think any further—Third Brother suspected one of his own!
Who was he suspecting? Fourth Brother? Fourth Brother is straightforward and honest; Third Brother shouldn't
suspect him. Sixth Brother? He always regarded his eldest brother as a god, and he was honest and kind, so his third brother wouldn't suspect him; as for his seventh sister
? His eldest brother treated her the best, and she and his sixth brother were husband and wife, so his third brother must have excluded her as well.
Could it be...? I suddenly felt the water in the bathtub turn icy cold, the chill penetrating to my bones. My third brother
was already suspicious of me! My reputation as a philanderer was indeed too much to be suspected
. With my third brother's shrewdness, composure, and impassiveness, I was definitely the most suspicious one.
"Young master, young master, what's wrong?" Youlan's voice brought me back to reality. I realized that
I had broken off a piece of the bathtub's edge with force, and a splinter had pierced my palm, drawing blood, without me even
noticing.
The
following days were exceptionally busy. The government, the Beggars' Gang, local gangs, and my brothers joined forces to launch a massive
manhunt in Zhenjiang. According to the previously agreed plan, we investigated all households that had newly registered within the last three years, as well as suspicious individuals and
locations . Meanwhile, preparations for the funerals of my two elder brothers continued at the manor.
As the sun set, I strolled to the small pond in the back garden, feeling troubled. The search over the past few days had yielded
no valuable clues. Moreover, a large number of underworld figures had appeared both inside and outside the city in recent days, many of whom were completely
unidentifiable. Therefore, we had to divert even more manpower from our already strained resources to specifically
monitor the movements of these underworld figures.
I casually pulled a jade flute from my robes, raised it to my lips, and began to play. A low , mournful note from the xiao (a type of Chinese flute) began to play .
Images of my elder brothers' faces and laughter flashed through my mind, recalling the brotherhood we shared, navigating life's challenges together. Now, we were separated by death, and even among the living brothers, a rift seemed to have formed. The xiao's melody grew deeper, a somber mood rising . My emotions mirrored the xiao's sound, a surge of sadness, grief, and anger washing over me, making even my breathing difficult . Just then, the sound of a zither arose not far away, initially low and resonant, like the heavy weight of a mountain, echoing the xiao . Gradually, the zither's music seemed to gain variation, like a verdant forest adding a touch of ethereal beauty . The more varied sounds of the zither began to dominate the ensemble, with the flute , drifting along with it. The zither music continued to soothe, and besides the trees, even the sound of a mountain stream seemed to join in, dispelling much of the oppressive atmosphere. When the music finally stopped, my state of mind was completely different from when I first started playing. Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a young woman with slender shoulders, a slim waist, and flowing black hair, dressed in a long white dress, sitting gracefully by the pond, a zither before her. "Second Sister-in-law!" The zither and flute duet just now was far more powerful than a thousand words. Wanyue 's gaze held a mixture of shyness, fear, comfort, tenderness, and something else I couldn't decipher. The atmosphere seemed to envelop the entire garden, the lingering notes of the music still echoing in the air. We gazed at each other, speechless. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the peaceful atmosphere from the southwest corner of the Feng residence, shattering the tranquility. Wanyue and I seemed to wake from a dream, both feeling a little awkward. "Ah, I didn't realize time had flown by so quickly; it's already dark," Wanyue said, averting her eyes . "Yes," I replied casually. No, that whistle just now was an alarm signal for an enemy attack. Just as I realized this, piercing whistles also came from the west and northwest corners. Invaders! This thought flashed through my mind. One alarm signal after another sounded , and several fires broke out in all directions. Who was this, brazenly charging in with weapons? Could it be Cao Xiong? But there was no time to think about it now; the shouts of battle were deafening. "Help!" I shouted, and two burly maids immediately turned from the other side of the pond, each holding a whistle stick. "Second Sister-in-law, there are enemies invading. You should retreat for now. After you escort Second Sister-in - law back to her room, immediately notify Seventh Sister and tell her to come as soon as possible." The following words were instructions to the maids. Before they could react, I drew my long sword and ran towards the nearest sounding whistle. A worried : "Fifth Uncle, be careful." My heart skipped a beat, but I could only wave and quicken my pace. When I reached the nearest southeast corner, I bumped into four or five masked men in black, each wielding a sharp blade. "It's Feng Laowu." One of them recognized me immediately; they seemed to be "old friends." "State your name." "Go ask him in hell!" Before the words were even finished, they pounced on me viciously. This is not the time for moralizing. I channeled the Dragon God's true energy throughout my body, thrusting my longsword forward with the cry, "Rain falls in torrents on Qingming Festival!" I parried a blocking longsword, and with a "thud," pierced the chest of a masked man. I pulled the sword back and struck again, my blade flashing, and those beneath my sword were all killed. When this move was finished, only two men in black remained, surrounded , forced into a desperate struggle. Although my Feng family of Baicaotang is not a martial arts family, we are not fish to be slaughtered. Over the years, we have saved , and most of them have left behind a skill or two as a token of gratitude. We have been supplying the army with wound medicine for many years, and we have also invited several generals with whom we have good relations to teach us some battle formations. We use this knowledge to train the shop assistants and servants in our family business, to strengthen , and to kill thieves and protect our home when needed. I am not worried about arson, because most of the houses in the mansion are built with brick walls and have fireproofing measures . However, the intruders here are not very strong, so the pressure elsewhere must be greater. Thinking of this, I have no desire to stay any longer. I instructed my servants to be careful and hurried towards the other place where shouts of battle were coming from. After passing through several locations, they dealt with a few of the more troublesome thieves, leaving the rest to the servants. At this time...

The sky had completely darkened, thick with crimson clouds. Only a few scattered lights shone, though some
embers hadn't been completely extinguished, making it difficult to discern the surroundings.
Turning a corner through a flower-lined gate, I saw several servants' corpses lying before me. In the distance, I heard the sounds of blades whistling through the air and
angry . Reaching closer, I saw five or six men in black, wielding weapons, surrounding a sword-wielding girl—it was Ding
Lanxin. Her hair was disheveled, her face weary, and her clothes were torn in several places, seemingly stained with blood.
"Clang! Clang!" I deflected several weapons aimed at Ding Lanxin and slipped into the encirclement. Seeing that I
had come to her rescue , Ding Lanxin visibly relaxed, her body swaying as if she were about to fall. I quickly caught her
, asking, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just a little weak."
Although she said that, she seemed to be too exhausted to fight any longer. I gently extended my left arm and pulled her
limp body into my embrace. She struggled slightly before nestling obediently in my arms.
Looking at the several men in black who were poised to pounce, I was about to speak when they exchanged glances and
simultaneously raised their knives to attack. Two of the knives were even aimed at Ding Lanxin in my arms. I took a deep breath, channeling
all my power, maximizing my senses, and unleashed the move "Bashan Night Rain Swells the Autumn Pool." Instantly, my ears
were filled with the hissing sound of swords raining down, even drowning out the whistling of weapons cutting through the air. It seemed as if an endless, fine drizzle was
all around . The night rain continued, the autumn waters rose, and everything in the world was enveloped
in it. The longsword in my hand was now entirely driven by my divine will; this was the highest level of swordsmanship wielded with divine power.
Unfortunately, my power could only last for a short while. Suddenly, I felt a chill on my back, and pain shot through my back, followed by pain in several other parts
of my body . As a whirlwind swept by, I stopped, using the flickering
light to see my surroundings. Four corpses lay on the ground, and a fifth masked man was scrambling towards the flower gate.
With a flick of my toe, a single-edged sword shot out from the ground, pinning the black-clad man who was about to reach the gate to the ground.
The girl in my arms finally came to her senses: "Ah! Blood! You're covered in blood, are you injured?"
"It's nothing, just some enemy blood." I forced a smile at her, enduring the pain in my back.
"Nonsense, I can feel your wound, and you're still pretending!"
I winced in pain; this girl was pressing so hard on my wound, clearly thinking I wasn't seriously injured enough.
She realized what was happening, her face flushing red, but it was too dark to see clearly: "I'm sorry, I...
I didn't mean to."
Accustomed to her icy demeanor and cold attitude towards me, her current somewhat embarrassed and flustered
expression was actually quite endearing.
A scream of pain came from not far away; it was a woman's voice. My heart skipped a beat. Could it
be...? Ignoring my bandaged wound, I drew my sword and rushed towards the direction of the sound. The sound of clothes rustling behind me
told me that Ding Lanxin had followed.
I immediately saw three men in black attacking Seventh Sister Su Hong. Behind Su Hong were Wan Yue and
You Lan , and the corpse of a maid lay nearby. Seventh Sister was completely at a disadvantage, barely holding on thanks to the smooth and
flexible .
"Seventh Sister, don't panic." I gathered my remaining strength, pushed off with my feet, and soared into the air, flying directly
above the black-clad man on the left. "Clouds part the red sun, just as the mountain is shrouded!" I slashed down at my opponent, Xie Xiemen, with my longsword. The black-clad man dodged to the side, swinging
his arm to parry. With a "clang," a powerful recoil force traveled along the sword.
This guy was much stronger than the previous ones; he was even wearing arm guards. Using this recoil force, I reversed my
internal energy, forcefully shifting my body in mid-air, flying over the head of the middle man, and then attacked the man on the right with a sword strike, "Clouds Without Heart Emerging from the Mountain
. "
Su Hong and I had teamed up many times before, working together seamlessly to distract the two men until my
sword pierced the neck of the one on the right, at which point they finally reacted.
"Dragon Appears in Three Forms!" one of them cried out in alarm.
I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, my legs gave way, and I almost collapsed to the ground. The fierce battles just moments before had completely depleted my
internal energy . Fortunately, Ding Lanxin arrived in time, and together with Su Hong, they each intercepted their opponents. Facing only one
opponent, Seventh Sister found it much easier, severing her opponent's throat in just a few moves. The remaining one, seeing the situation was
dire, took a blow from Ding Lanxin's sword and charged towards Wanyue and Youlan.
My head buzzed and went blank. I tried to rush over to stop him, but I was so weak I
couldn't muster any strength. Su Hong was too far away to help. Just as the man charged straight at Youlan and Wanyue
, he suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud. Youlan and Wanyue hugged each other, staring at the body less than
an inch , their faces pale, unable to utter a single word.
Turning the man's body over, I saw the arrow tail almost embedded in his body, and my heart finally relaxed:
"Youlan, luckily my husband taught you how to use the hidden arrow, otherwise..."

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There were more than fifty corpses on the ground. Most of the invading enemies were left behind by us. They were all
dressed in black and masked. We interrogated the survivors overnight and identified the corpses. It turned out that most of them were
our old enemies. We, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, have roamed the martial world for many years, and we've wiped out countless gangsters and
outlaws . However, most of them, knowing their martial arts skills were far inferior, gave up on the idea of revenge.
This group of people who came now heard that my eldest and second brothers had been assassinated, and they thought it would be advantageous to take action now, so they banded
together to seek revenge. Among them were a few who had no prior grudges against us; some were recruited to help,
while others disliked us and were taking advantage of the situation.
"Fortunately, these people aren't Cao Xiong's men," said Brother Meng, who, despite suffering some minor injuries, remained calm .
He remained calm. "If one of them were a master like Cao Xiong, our losses would likely be much greater
."
"It's good they're here. We might as well wipe out these bastards all at once, so we do
n't have to worry about them constantly in the future." Fourth Brother, Fire Monk, had killed the most, and the bloodshot in his eyes hadn't faded yet.
I agreed with Third Brother's assessment; if they were Cao Xiong's men, the situation would be completely different.
However, there were indeed masters among the enemies last night. Sixth Brother, Ge Zhiping, encountered one. The opponent
wielded a giant axe, possessing immense strength, and attacked fiercely from the first encounter. In the sudden clash, Sixth Brother's thick-backed sword was actually
cleaved in two. Fortunately, Master Leshan intervened in time, and the man, seeing the situation was dire, retreated in the chaos.
"Thank you for your help last night, Master. Sixth Brother, what was that person you encountered?" Third Brother asked.
"I was careless. When that person first fought with the servants, he deliberately feigned weakness, pretending to be weak in martial arts
. I was in a hurry to reinforce other places, and I didn't expect to be tricked by him," Sixth Brother Ge's face turned red. "If I
encounter that person again, I will definitely chop off his head with my own hands." Seventh Sister reached out and pressed his arm, patting him gently
to comfort him.
"But we interrogated those night travelers, and they said that none of their companions had such a person, and they didn't
know where that axe-wielding man came from. Could it be that there were other enemies mixed in with the intruders last night?
Master Leshan, you fought with that person, what was his level of martial arts?" Third Brother turned to ask Master Leshan.
"Gentlemen, there's no need for such formalities. This is simply my duty. I exchanged blows with that man for about a dozen moves,
but I didn't truly defeat him. He simply realized it wasn't easy to win and retreated on his own. I wanted to give chase
, but someone was covering for me, so I lost track of him." Master Leshan opened his hand, revealing a beautifully
crafted .
"The Heartbreak Flower," a Beggar Clan disciple exclaimed.
"I've heard that Sirius Zhong Dashan is incredibly strong and skilled with an axe. Since the Heartbreak Flower is covering for that man,
could it be Sirius Zhong Dashan?" Elder Dongfang asked, his eyes narrowing.
Just as they were speculating, a servant came to report that a group of martial arts figures had arrived. I went out to greet them and
was taken aback when I saw the newcomers. There were more than a dozen of them, all looking exhausted. Several of them had bandages on their bodies
, as if they had recently been in a fierce fight. What surprised me even more were their identities: they were all
top gangsters and tyrants from various underworld forces in Jiangnan.
Back when Cao Xiong was rampant in Jiangnan, his motto for dealing with his associates was "Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish," and his
methods were extremely ruthless and cruel. These men before me were all underworld figures who had been forced to submit to Cao Xiong or had formed deep-seated hatred with him
. When Cao Xiong's power was at its peak, they either bowed down and submitted or fled into the mountains
. Later, after Cao Xiong was defeated by us, his whereabouts became unknown, and his trusted elites suffered heavy losses. They seized the opportunity
to make a comeback, dividing up Cao Xiong's territory and re-establishing their power bases. Simultaneously, they hunted down and killed
anyone associated with Cao Xiong to eliminate any future threats. Therefore, they were the most terrified by the news of Cao Xiong's reappearance. Although these
people had long since arrived in Zhenjiang, they had been acting independently, investigating Cao Xiong's whereabouts on their own.
Last night, while we were attacked by our old enemies, these now-powerful underworld figures were also attacked at their
outpost . A mysterious figure with extraordinary martial arts skills stormed their camps one after another in a single night, striking
and retreating swiftly, leaving many skilled fighters dead in his attacks. Upon comparison, everyone discovered that the attacker used
Cao Xiong's unique swordsmanship from years past.
"Meng Sanxia, Elder Dongfang, Cao Xiong is incredibly audacious! He actually assassinated the revered Wan Jia Sheng Fo Long Daxia
and Lu Erxia. He's now a public enemy of the Jiangnan martial arts world. If this villain isn't eliminated, the consequences will be endless. In my opinion, only through
sincere cooperation can we find Cao Xiong's whereabouts and kill him." The leader of the Hai Sha Gang was always known for his eloquence, and today's
meeting proved his reputation well-deserved.
When Cao Xiong was in power, he almost wiped out all the threatening rivals in the underworld. With his accumulated power, few of these
underworld . I suspect his verbal skills are far superior to his physical abilities, no wonder he's asking
us to cooperate.
Just then, news came from the Beggars' Sect that a group of righteous people scattered throughout the land had also been attacked last night by a master who
claimed to be Pink Butterfly Yang Jun.
"What a coincidence! Is it really Pink Butterfly Yang Jun?" someone immediately questioned.
"We checked the list of those attacked, and they are all
friends from the underworld who participated in the pursuit of the Yang Ming and Yang Jun brothers back then." The Beggars' Sect's efficiency was indeed impressive; they even found this out.
My third brother and I exchanged a glance, and I saw the doubt in his eyes. I nodded slightly.
"With everyone working together, we will surely be able to capture these enemies of the martial arts world and appease our comrades." Finally, for the first time in twenty years, the righteous and the wicked
in Jiangnan officially joined forces.
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"Young Master, these are the account books. Our Wuchang branch's revenue in the past six months is more than 20% higher than last year.
" The old shopkeeper across from me respectfully handed me a thick book.
"With Elder Han overseeing things in Wuchang, what do I have to worry about?" I took the account books with both hands and gently placed them
aside. "You must have had a long journey, did you sleep well last night? This is top-quality Longjing tea, please try it."
After all, I am still the owner of Baicaotang, so I still need to be concerned about business matters. In the past two days,
shopkeepers from various branches have been coming to report to me on their sales situation over the past six months. Sitting across from me is Shopkeeper Han, Han Changtai, 62
years old. Before joining Baicaotang, he was the head shopkeeper of the Wuchang branch of another major pharmacy, Huichunzhai. Three years ago, when Huichunzhai
merged into Baicaotang, I retained him by offering him substantial shares, and he remained the general manager of the Wuchang area.
We chatted casually about business, and the conversation gradually veered off-topic.
I've always treated these managers who came from Huichunzhai with great courtesy and extra care, afraid they might feel neglected.
"Young Master, I heard there was a thief at the manor a few days ago. Is everything alright? Please be careful."
"I heard that Master Long and Master Lu have both gone there. I've met them a few times; they're both good people. I'll have to offer them incense
later ."
"I heard that quite a few capable people have moved into the manor. I wonder if Master Leshan is here these days? It's been a long time since I had
a drink with him."
I remember Manager Han used to be known for his shrewdness and never uttered a word of nonsense. Now
, why has he become so garrulous? It seems he's getting old. Perhaps I should start looking for a successor. However, I still
smiled and politely replied,
"Thanks to you, sir, nothing serious has happened at home."
"A memorial service? Sure, I'll go with you to the mourning hall later."
"Master Leshan, he went out of town this morning with my third brother Meng and fourth brother Huotoutuo to investigate, I think it was around
Gaoyou and Yangzhou. Oh, you and the Master are old acquaintances?"
"Oh, Master Ding and Master Leshan used to be sworn brothers, and that's how I got to know him.
By the way, a year ago the Master came to Wuchang and told me a lot about what happened to Manager Ding back then, especially the
year he had his accident. Last night I heard Old Li from Yangzhou say that he's going to accompany the Master to visit the Slender West Lake in a few days..."
Listening to the old shopkeeper's rambling, my mind was already on my third brother and his group. After Cao Xiong
and his group , Master Leshan insisted that the mysterious figure might have some connection with Cao Xiong. Therefore, he strongly urged
my third and fourth brothers to go to Doctor Ding's hometown to investigate, hoping to find some clues. I originally
wanted to go too, but I was left behind. The reason, of course, was that I was the host and had to stay in Zhenjiang to coordinate
the actions of various families. Speaking of which, Master Leshan has always been rather cold to me. Even after I saved Ding Lanxin, he only
offered a perfunctory "thank you." It seems he, like his female disciple, doesn't approve of my past romantic affairs.
**********
I formed a sword seal with my left hand, my right hand holding the long sword diagonally downwards, the tip aimed directly at the throat of the old man in black lying in the corner
. "How many accomplices do you have, and where are they hiding?" The old man remained silent, his eyes shifting slightly
. "Do you think I don't know what kind of tricks you're up to? Too bad it won't work on you," I just looked at him
coldly , not revealing my thoughts.
As I came out of the room, Elder Dongfang Bai of the Beggars' Sect and several disciples
jumped down .
"How's it going? Did you get any confessions?"
"I got some information," I looked up at the sky, "It's not too late to verify it now." Hmph,
that old man actually tried to ambush me the moment I relaxed my guard after taking my confession. He's out of luck.
The underworld still has its ways. To show their sincerity in cooperating, the underworld bosses revealed the hiding places of all the survivors who escaped
the raid on . This was the last location we were to raid.
According to the confession, accomplices of the thieves were hiding in Chuiyang Village, about twenty miles from Zhenjiang City. Now, I and
several guides, led by experts from the Beggars' Sect, are standing outside Chuiyang Village. The fields in this area are all planted with mulberry and hemp,
a vast expanse of green stretching as far as the eye can see. Only a few ponds offer slightly wider views. Paths wind through the fields, and a person walking through them
can barely see a hundred paces in front or behind.
Following the winding paths, past small bridges, flowing water, and houses, each village house seems quite secluded. After passing five or
six houses, a lone thatched hut stands by a slightly larger pond. According to the confession,
this should be it. We dared not be careless. Elder Dongfang gestured, and the Beggars' Sect disciples behind him immediately scattered,
surrounding the farmhouse from a distance.
I walked in front, my left hand forming a sword gesture, my right hand holding the longsword to protect my chest and abdomen. Using my lightness skill, I landed at the doorway
, kicked it open, and rushed inside. At the same time, several loud bangs echoed as Elder Dongfang and two other skilled Beggars' Sect
members also forced their way in through the front door and windows.
Seemingly not expecting anyone to break in, the person inside stood there dumbfounded. We were also stunned. We
had expected to see several fierce bandits, but instead, we were faced with a one-armed, one-legged, emaciated
, disheveled old man. Elder Dongfang and I exchanged bewildered glances.
Suddenly, the old man jumped up, brandishing his broken wooden cane, and lunged straight at me, shouting curses
. I easily dodged to the side. "Old man, you've misunderstood, we're not
robbers ," I quickly explained.
"You, surnamed Feng, actually found your way here! It's either you or me today! If you have the guts, kill me!"
The old man completely ignored what I was saying, continuing to wildly swing his cane and curse. If looks could kill, I probably
would have been dead dozens of times over. This old man actually recognized me! I then looked him over more closely
and indeed, his face seemed familiar.
"You...you are Shen Gongliang, the former number one pirate general of Chaohu Lake! You are Shen Gongliang! You're still alive?" I
finally recognized the old man's true identity. Shen Gongliang
, once known in the martial arts world as "Treading Waves for Eight Hundred Miles," was second only to Mad Shark Li Han among the pirates, and his martial arts skills were even superior. I remember when we fought, he was knocked into the water by
Fourth Brother . I thought he was dead at the time, but who knew he had been hiding here
all this time. Looking at his unsteady and weak steps, I knew in my heart that the once-famous Shen Gongliang had
lost all his martial arts skills. That leg and arm were the masterpiece of Fourth Brother, Fire Monk. Seeing Shen Gongliang's uncontrollable rage,
and looking at the bare walls of the thatched hut, devoid of even a complete set of furniture, the once-heroic figure who roamed the martial world was now
reduced to such a wretched state. Although he was, in a sense, our hearts were heavy, and
a .
"Feng Wuxia, do you want to ask him for a statement?" Elder Dongfang, who had been silent all along, suddenly
spoke up .
**********
"Another cup," I said, only to feel my hand lighten as someone took my cup. I tried to see
who it was, but my head felt so heavy; why was lifting my head so difficult? My vision was blurry, and I could
vaguely see several figures swaying in the air. My ears were buzzing, like countless mosquitoes flying around.
"Don't stop me, I'm not drunk yet," strangely, I couldn't hear myself.
I shouted it again with all my might. This time I could hear it, "...Don't drink...Don't...rest anymore..."
The voice was intermittent, as if it came from the horizon, getting farther and farther away, until slowly, I
knew nothing more.
My head hurt terribly; my first reaction was a pain as if my brain was about to split open. I struggled to open my eyes
and it took me a while to realize that I was lying on the bed in my bedroom.
"You're awake? Feeling better?" Youlan's lovely face appeared above me; at this moment, her gentle
voice was probably the most comforting thing.
"Yesterday, I was drunk?"
"This servant has served you for so many years, and I've never seen you so drunk before." Youlan's face showed a hint
of worry.
I don't remember the last time I was drunk. In the past two years, I've become
quite , and I rarely get completely drunk anymore. Last night, I only remember returning from that village...
Afterwards, feeling extremely down, I grabbed my sixth brother, Ge Zhiping, who was on night patrol, and asked him to have a few drinks with me. It started
off well , but I completely forgot what happened afterward.
"What about sixth brother?" I asked. I was already this drunk; his alcohol tolerance was far worse than mine. I wondered
what .
"He left the city before it closed last night and hasn't returned yet." I looked up and saw Su Hong
standing wearily at the door, her eyes bloodshot.
"Seventh sister, what happened to you?" I was taken aback.
"You have the nerve to ask what happened? Yesterday you were drunk like a dead pig, completely unconscious; and Ge
Liuxia rushed out of the city all by himself. The manor was practically relying on Sister Suhong to keep watch all night. Luckily, everything's alright,
otherwise… Humph!" Ding Lanxin, dressed in green and carrying a sword, emerged from behind Suhong, her pretty face frosty, looking like she owed
her money.
"I didn't expect Fifth Uncle to drink like this. I always heard Tianfeng say Fifth Uncle could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but it turns out he
can actually get drunk." Wanyue stood quietly at the back, a forgiving and understanding smile on her lips.
Her head still ached, but she had to endure it in front of so many people. But, they just said Sixth Brother
left the city overnight—what happened? Wasn't he drunk?
Hearing my question, they all looked at me strangely. Youlan cautiously asked, "Husband, do you remember nothing about
last night ?" I nodded somewhat awkwardly.
"I don't know why Sixth Master was in such a hurry to leave the city so late," Youlan looked at me questioningly
, "I only heard him say things like 'revenge is the most important thing,' 'abandon empty fame,' and 'don't be sentimental.' Before
I could ask him any more questions, he rode away."
I racked my brains for a long time before finally recalling something. Yesterday, we ultimately didn't interrogate Shen Gongliang
. The Beggars' Sect has always had a rule against indiscriminately harming the innocent, especially ordinary people with disabilities who don't know martial arts.
After all, many beggars are forced into begging because they are disabled and unable to survive. The main
reason is that Dongfang Bai and the others felt that Shen Gongliang, in his current state of destitution, didn't seem like someone who could be involved in any conspiracy. Furthermore
, my Feng family's medical tradition dictates that unless someone is extremely wicked, we generally don't attack ordinary people who don't know martial arts, let alone
those with disabilities. More importantly, looking at Shen Gongliang, I felt hesitant to harm him…
Last
night, while drunk, I think I told my sixth brother a lot, including my conflicted
feelings after encountering Shen Gongliang. My sixth brother must not want to put me in a difficult position, and fearing Shen Gongliang would escape overnight, so he personally went
to interrogate him. However, Chuiyang Village isn't far from the city, so why hasn't my sixth brother returned yet? I subconsciously glanced out the window and
realized it was already past noon.
"He's riding my Clawed Yellow Flying Lightning? He should have been back long ago. Is Shen Gongliang really that troublesome
?" I felt a little uneasy.
"Young master, young master," a servant stumbled in, his voice filled with panic, and could be heard from
afar .
"What?! Huang Feidian is back? What about my sixth brother?" I jumped up, unable to believe
what I had just heard. "Impossible!
How could this be!"
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(VI)
"How did Sixth Brother die?" A pair of large, rough hands suddenly grabbed my collar, my throat tightened, and
I could hardly breathe. "You killed Sixth Brother! You killed him!" Before me was a
large face almost distorted with rage, its bronze bell-like eyes staring at me, almost bursting out of their sockets.
"Fourth Brother, let go of Fifth Brother." Meng Sange's calm but irresistibly authoritative voice came from
the side .
After staring at me for a long time without moving, Fourth Brother angrily flung his hand away and stepped aside.
"Shen Gongliang is dead too?" Master Leshan, who had been examining Sixth Brother's body, turned around and asked.
"Yes, this afternoon our disciples rushed to Chuiyang Village and found Shen Gongliang's body. He had been brutally
murdered, but we couldn't discern the method," Elder Dongfang Bai chimed in.
I remained silent. Although Brother Meng San didn't say anything, and Daoist Leshan, Elder Dongfang, and other
fellow practitioners tried their best to comfort me, I couldn't help but feel a strange look in their eyes. Their
gazes clearly conveyed the words "murderer."
"What do you think about Sixth Brother's situation?" As we left the mourning hall, Third Brother pulled me aside and asked.
I gave a bitter smile upon hearing this. "I...I really have no clue whatsoever." I mustered my courage and looked
him straight in the eye. "Third Brother, you...you won't blame me for this mistake..."
After a long pause, he looked me straight in the eye, his face calm and expressionless. "That's right,
the problem with Sixth Brother's accident this time was indeed your fault."
These words struck me like a blow to the head, leaving me stunned. I opened my mouth wide, wanting to argue, but the words
stuck in my throat.
Third Brother, ignoring my grim expression, went straight to the point: "Sixth Brother's decision to leave the city was impromptu
. How could he have been spotted by the enemy outside the city by sheer coincidence? If he had encountered the murderers in Chuiyang Village,
even if he couldn't win, he could have escaped. For martial arts masters of our caliber,
the difference between being defeated and being killed is considerable."
He paused, then continued, "You know, there are spies everywhere. Without accurate information,
why would Cao Xiong and his men risk showing themselves? The only explanation is that someone sent a message from you, allowing them
to set up an ambush from their hiding place. Just like they did to Eldest Brother..."
"The people around me?" I suddenly realized that Third Brother had suspected the people in my household from the very beginning.
No wonder, among my brothers, my family is the most crowded and noisy.
"Then, Third Brother, who do you think it is?" I felt a lump in my throat. After all, I've always
considered the family members in the manor as my own, and suspecting any of them isn't a comfortable thing.
After parting ways with Third Brother, I wandered aimlessly around the manor. The events of the past few days have been one after another
, more than I've experienced in all my years of wandering the world. Perhaps, if I hadn't made it to Second Brother's house that day,
everything would still be the same as usual, and the seven of us siblings would be happily traveling the world together, punishing evil and promoting good.
"No," I shook my head with a bitter smile, realizing I was overthinking again. My elder brother was the first to be assassinated
; it was all destined long ago, and nothing could change it.
There was no point in dwelling on the mistakes already made. I looked down at the longsword that had been with me for over twenty years and murmured,
"Only you can help me get through this."
Suddenly, I heard a few sharp sounds. I turned to see a beautiful woman in white, holding a guqin, sitting alone by the pond
. "Wan Yue," before I could even greet her, the music began again. It started low and mournful,
like a wisp of silk drifting in the wind, yet continuous and unbroken. Gradually, the music shifted to a soaring, passionate tone, even carrying a sharp, resonant quality,
faintly conveying a sense of fierce power. As the music entered my ears, the sorrow and regret that had been weighing on my heart seemed to
gradually dissipate, replaced by a surge of passionate courage that I couldn't contain.
Completely absorbed in the music, I didn't even notice when Wanyue finished playing. Coming to my senses, I only saw Wanyue's
slender, graceful back.
"Wanyue, thank you. Without your comforting words, I…" I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had called Wanyue
by her name ; before, I had always called her "Second Sister-in-law."
I seemed to see her slender shoulders tremble slightly as she lowered her head and softly replied, "No need. I just didn't want
to see you like this…" Before she could finish, she quickened her pace and disappeared around the bend ahead.
"Master," Youlan's voice drifted from afar as I was lost in thought.
I found myself hating being disturbed for the first time, and at that moment, I even
felt like a thief caught red-handed.
"Master, dinner is ready. Shall we go to the study, or back to Cangyun Courtyard?"
"Let's go to Cangyun Courtyard. You go first, I'll be back in a bit." I deliberately kept my tone unchanged
.
Watching Youlan leave with a sense of relief, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh. "Come out, have you seen enough
?"
Ding Lanxin emerged from behind the rockery, her hesitant demeanor quite different from her usual icy coldness. But
at that moment, I wasn't paying attention. "Your lightness skill is really impressive. Is it 'Treading Snow Without a Trace'? I
thought it was a cat just now."
Her pretty face flushed bright red. "You, I saw you've been listless these past two days, so I came over..."
"You came to watch me make a fool of myself? Do you think I, Feng Yuxuan, am that useless?" I suddenly felt a surge of anger
rising , and I had to find a place to vent it.
"You," I seemed to see tears welling up in her eyes, "you don't know what's good for you."
Watching her quickly disappear into the distance, I regretted my words. Why did I take it out on a little girl?
Walking along the path back to the courtyard, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a shadow in the corner of my eye. I chased her into a bamboo grove, then suddenly stopped,
facing a familiar figure. My throat felt so hoarse. "Su Hong, I... I'm so sorry. Sixth Brother's
death was all my fault, all my fault... If I had been ruthless enough to get a confession from Shen Gongliang
, Sixth Brother wouldn't have left the city that night and been killed." I needed to muster all my courage
to say these words.
Su Hong suddenly threw herself into my arms, her slender hand gently pressing against my lips, stopping me from continuing
. "Don't say anymore, don't say any more. I only have you now, only you." Su Hong murmured repeatedly
, her full, firm body tightly wrapped around me, as if trying to squeeze into my body. "What do you think?" I'd barely stood up when
Brother Meng asked for my opinion. Glancing at the corpse on the ground, I nodded to Gu Changfeng beside me. "Just as Elder Gu said, he was stabbed in the heart from behind." It was truly unexpected. Brother Meng and I discussed the assassination of our sixth brother and found something quite suspicious . Someone must have tipped off Cao Xiong and the others, and that person was hiding in my house. I immediately began a secret investigation of the servants. For the past two years, Youlan had been managing many things at home, and after discussing it with me, she compiled a list of about seven or eight names. So we investigated one by one. When we traced the trail to a stable boy in the stables , he was found dead in an alley outside the side gate. Regardless of whether this stable boy was truly a pawn planted by Cao Xiong, we had to conduct a thorough investigation of him . The result shocked me: his father was a member of the underworld, killed by us brothers years ago while we were out doing chivalrous deeds. His purpose in coming to work for my family was self-evident. At this moment, a Beggar Clan disciple ran over and whispered a few words in Elder Dongfang's ear. Elder Dongfang nodded and said to us, "Just now, our disciples discovered that this stable boy sometimes enters and exits a house in the east of the city. The residents there are quite suspicious. Shall we all go and take a look?" I grabbed my third brother, who was about to leave. "Third brother, I'll go this time. You stay here and keep watch." He looked at me with a questioning gaze. "Sixth brother's death was caused by me. No matter what, I will avenge ." Moved by my determination, my third brother nodded in acquiescence to my actions. With a bang, I kicked open the door and rushed in, sword in hand. A large cleaver came crashing down on my head. I parried and blocked with my longsword , and in just a few swift strokes, I cornered the burly man wielding the cleaver. My fourth brother and seventh sister, who followed behind, also subdued their opponents in just a few moves. "Tell me, where is Cao Xiong hiding?" Fourth Brother, Fire Monk, grabbed a burly man's shoulder and demanded sharply. The veins on Fourth Brother's hand bulged, the man's shoulder joints cracked, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. However, he was tough enough to refuse to utter a word. Just as the stalemate reached its peak, a beggar-clad boy ran in, panting, "Fifth Master Feng, Meng...Third Master Meng is in trouble! You must hurry back and help!" He then leaned against the door, coughing profusely. "Where?" I grabbed him, ignoring his still-breathing condition. "The back garden."

Ignoring the prisoner, I turned and rushed out. With a whoosh, Su Hong swept past
like .
There was no time to go around the gate; I flew to the back garden wall and used my light-footed skill to leap over it.
"Here, here!" someone cried out in the garden. My heart tightened, and I turned and
ran in that direction. Before I arrived, another cry rang out, "Meng Sanxia, Meng Sanxia!" "He, he's been attacked
!" "Third Brother!" A heart-wrenching roar—it was Fourth Brother, Huo Tou Tuo's voice.
Under a large, leafy tree, Meng Sanxia lay quietly on the ground, lifeless, a large pool of dark red liquid
beneath . His eyes were wide open, his expression strange, unlike the one I was used to seeing
. He seemed surprised and incredulous. He gripped the pair of judge's pens tightly in his hands. A fatal wound, a deep stab wound
in his chest where something sharp had pierced him, lay exposed. Seven gleaming silver, flower-shaped hidden weapons
were neatly embedded in his back.
"There's another person here," someone called out from not far away.
"Where?" I quickly pushed through the crowd and rushed over.
"It's a little beggar, already dead," the martial artist who found him shouted again.
"Are you one of our disciples?" A deep voice sounded beside me, and before I finished speaking, a burly
figure had already darted past me. "Impressive lightness skill," the thought flashed through my mind.
"He's not dead yet," Elder Dongfang announced loudly after checking his pulse.
"That's Chen Xiaoqi from the Yangzhou branch! Isn't he in charge of patrolling the alley outside the back garden wall?"
another Beggar Clan disciple couldn't help but say.

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(VII)
"Although he is not dead, he is not far from death." The speaker was a wise and dignified man, none other than Mo Jiuyang, a famous doctor from Jiangnan
. He put down the wrist of the little beggar Chen Xiaoqi and slowly shook his head at us.
When Chen Xiaoqi was found, he only managed to utter two words, "It's him," before fainting and
remaining unconscious.
"Is there absolutely no hope?" Elder Dongfang asked, clinging to a last glimmer of hope.

Mo Jiuyang stroked his long beard. "He's definitely beyond saving; the injuries are too severe. At most, I can use medication
to prolong his life for a few more days."
I exchanged glances with the others in the room; it seemed they shared my thoughts.
"Mr. Mo, is it possible for him to wake up and speak?" I asked cautiously.
"That's possible, but it's just a temporary respite, a fleeting moment." He sighed,
looking at me. "You hope he can regain his senses and say a few words?"
I was trembling all over, my blood seemed to be boiling, and anger had completely overwhelmed my grief.
The expression on Third Brother's face after his death, the hidden weapon in his back, and the two words uttered by the little beggar—all of these indicated that Third Brother's death
was the work of an inside agent, personally carried out by an inside agent.
I had already roughly inquired about the details of the matter from Youlan. Because my mother was a devout Buddhist, she had
specially built a small Buddhist shrine called "Yangxin Hall" in a secluded spot next to the back garden of the mansion, where she worshipped day and night.
After her passing, no one had come here, but I still had the servants clean it regularly.
After we left to follow the clues, Second Sister-in-law Wanyue, her personal maid Youlan, and Ding Lanxin agreed to go to
Yangxintang to burn incense. Given the unpredictable situation, the women couldn't leave home to pray at temples,
so the Buddhist shrine at home was a small way to express their feelings. Meng Sange, considering Yangxintang's remote location, accompanied them outside. After
bowing , Second Sister-in-law Wanyue, feeling a bit tired, went to a side room to rest. Youlan and Ding Lanxin chatted and
waited in the courtyard.
As they were talking, they heard Meng San's loud shouts outside. Ding Lanxin immediately drew her sword and rushed to his aid
. Youlan originally wanted to go and call for reinforcements, but she was worried that her second sister-in-law, who was still resting, would be left unprotected. So, she
took the hidden arrow I had given her and guarded the courtyard alone. It wasn't until we returned that she learned that Meng San had also been
assassinated.
**********
The long night stretched on, and I walked slowly along the cobblestone path. The little beggar had been placed in a
secret place. Mo Jiuyang had written a prescription, several of which contained herbs that even the Baicaotang Zhenjiang flagship store didn't have, requiring
them to be sourced from elsewhere. Once the medicine was prepared, the little beggar should be able to regain consciousness for a while. At that time
, I would personally tear that traitor to pieces.
There was no road ahead. I looked at the isolated house blocking the way, two simple doors
with the three large characters "Yangxin Hall" above them.
But now, it seemed someone was inside. I pushed open the door. The hall was empty, except for a Buddha statue at the front
, a long offering table, two incense burners at either end, and several prayer cushions scattered in front of the statue. A young woman with
long, flowing hair was kneeling on a prayer cushion with her back to me, her hands clasped together, murmuring
something to the Buddha statue. Hearing the voice, she turned around. It was Ding Lanxin.
"You also believe that Buddha will protect us?" I walked to her side, looking at the stone statue that forever seemed to coldly observe the world
.
"I don't know. Sister Youlan said that as long as we are sincere, Buddha will hear our wishes." Ding Lanxin
lowered her head again.
Youlan, I smiled bitterly without a word. I don't know why she was so convinced of these things, so she often went to
the Fuxin Nunnery in the east of the city to pray to Buddha and ask the nuns for divination. Today, she,
Wanyue, and Lanxin came to Yangxin Hall together to ask Buddha for my blessing.
I also reached out and picked up an incense stick, lit it by the incense burner, and put it in the burner, watching the wisps of smoke rise like clouds and
mist . After a while, the majestic Buddha appeared and disappeared in the swirling smoke. Is Buddha really
efficacious? If he is, why did my brothers die so tragically for no reason, and we haven't even caught a glimpse of our enemies yet?
"Here we are. After all these years of chivalry and helping the weak, is this how it ends?"
"I'm sorry, I was a little too late when I got there today, otherwise…"
Lan Xin stood up, her bright eyes staring intently at me through the hazy smoke. I felt
incredibly uncomfortable under her gaze. "It's late, and you have a lot to do tomorrow. You should get some
rest ." After saying that, I didn't dare look her in the eye any longer and quickly took a few steps to leave this somewhat awkward place.
I hadn't gone far when my clothes were tugged at from behind, forcing me to stop. Turning around, I saw Ding Lanxin's small
hand tightly gripping the hem of my clothes, her eyes fixed on me. "Are you blaming me? Do you think it's my fault?
Do you think the deaths of the Three Heroes are my responsibility?" Her voice trembled with a resolute tone, her face still flushed with
excitement , her delicate nostrils twitching.
"No, even if you rushed here immediately, it wouldn't have mattered. Don't blame yourself."
Her face still flushed, she sighed softly and said gently, "I know how you
felt . I don't want to rest now. Can you talk to me for a while?" Although she was asking for my opinion,
the resolute tone in her voice made it impossible for me to refuse.
A long silence followed.
"Well then, let's sit down and talk slowly." Seeing that she didn't seem to intend to leave anytime soon
, I took two prayer mats and we each sat down.
"How many years have you been studying under Master Leshan?" Not knowing what to say, I asked casually.
"Two or three years. Let's not talk about that. Tell me your story." She raised her head slightly, her face
full of curiosity.
"What do you want to hear?" I sighed helplessly, silently hoping she wouldn't ask too difficult
a question .
"You're the young master of Baicaotang, so tell me about your Baicaotang."
This was truly unexpected. I'd seen many young girls like this before, mostly swayed by my reputation as a handsome young man from
a prestigious family, pestering me to tell them stories of my travels in the martial world. However, most of them
wanted to hear about my exploits in the martial arts world—fighting evil and upholding justice—and none of them
were interested in any business stories.
Ding Lanxin is truly a strange woman. I told her a few of the more important
events . She seemed genuinely interested, asking questions from time to time. Finally, after hearing the story of how we
persuaded the Governor-General of Huguang to release the many employees of Huichunzhai after it was shut down due to a lawsuit, and how we bought out
Huichunzhai's business with a large sum of money, she remained silent for a long time, her head lowered, obscuring her expression. Only
the fine downy hair on the back of her fair neck lay obediently against her skin.
The sandalwood incense on the altar had almost burned out, its faint, sweet fragrance filling the Buddhist hall as if it were real.
"It's late," I stood up. "Those are all old stories; let's rest early."
Lanxin hummed in agreement, swaying as she rose from the prayer mat, seemingly
unsteady .
"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned. "I
guess I've been sitting for too long," she said, placing a hand on her forehead, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, completely unlike her usual spoiled self
, making her incredibly endearing.
She turned to look at me, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, her eyes unusually alluring.
"Go back and rest," I urged her again, a strange feeling stirring within me.
She reached out her slender hand and grasped my arm, slowly pressing her body against mine. Her face was flushed, her breath
quickened, and her delicate fragrance gently brushed against my face.
"You really don't blame me?" Her voice was soft, as if she were in a dream. "If you punish
me, maybe I'll feel better, maybe I can sleep tonight."
I was momentarily distracted, my arms involuntarily wrapping around her leaning body, my hands unconsciously pressing
against her soft back and firm buttocks. Feeling the curvaceous body in my arms, a certain part of my body
uncontrollably hardened and swelled. I found my body seemingly controlled by a powerful desire, my lips
frantically kissing Ding Lanxin's delicate cheeks, earlobes, and neck, wishing I could swallow her whole. Finally
, my lips caught those two rosy red lips. In that instant, I felt as if I were floating on clouds,
experiencing ecstasy .

When I came to my senses, my hands were tearing open Ding Lanxin's undergarment,
tattered rags littering the floor. Her face was flushed, her beauty captivating, her eyes sparkling, her allure breathtaking. Not only did she offer no
resistance , but she twisted her body, half-resisting and half-accepting, making it easier for me to remove her last piece
of clothing. A sliver of reason told me something was wrong, but my body
continued . ...
**********
The morning mist was thick, and through it I could vaguely see Ding Lanxin's graceful swordplay. Her movements were still
precise and methodical, but her transitions were noticeably less agile. Master Leshan had been watching silently
for a while , then suddenly said, "That's enough. Let's stop here for today." Ding Lanxin stopped,
wiping the sweat from her forehead and neck. Master Leshan glanced in my direction, seemingly unintentionally, and
whispered something to Lanxin. Lanxin appeared to acknowledge him and left. The Taoist priest from Leshan walked slowly toward me with his hands behind his back.
I watched him approach nervously,
nodding . I quickened my pace to catch up. We walked silently along several paths, stepping onto
the small bridge over the garden pond. I could no longer bear the oppressive feeling and spoke first: "Taoist priest, it has nothing to do with my junior sister Lanxin.
It's all my fault. If there is any punishment, I, Feng Yuxuan, am willing to accept it."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest from Leshan stopped, leaning on the railing and gazing at the shimmering pond water. After a long pause, he finally
asked, "Do you know Lanxin's family background?" I hadn't expected him to ask this. Did the Taoist priest of Leshan think
we were mismatched? I hesitated for a moment before honestly replying, "I don't know. Please enlighten me, Taoist priest. I will
prepare all the betrothal gifts right away. I will definitely not let down Junior Sister Ding. Please rest assured on this point, Taoist priest."

(VIII)
In the evening, the sky was covered with gray clouds like fish scales. Wisps of sunlight
pierced through the gaps in the clouds at the western end of the horizon, and the moon appeared and disappeared in the east behind the dark clouds.
After dinner, I went to the small courtyard where the seriously injured little beggar was temporarily staying. Outside the compound, everything appeared normal. To
avoid detection, we didn't send any guards to watch the streets and alleys outside, since our men couldn't stop Cao Xiong anyway.
Such skilled individuals. The courtyard was personally guarded by a few trusted experts like ourselves.
I passed through a narrow passageway and entered the backyard. The little beggar was lying in the main room, and Fourth Brother, Fire
Monk, was surely guarding the door. This stubborn Fourth Brother, no matter how much we tried to persuade him, wouldn't listen; he insisted on personally guarding
the little beggar's bedside, wanting to be the first to know the traitor's name.
Master Leshan stood in the center of the courtyard, hands behind his back, head bowed, seemingly in a meditative state, motionless. Hearing me
enter he merely glanced at me indifferently. Perhaps I was imagining things, but I
sensed less hostility and coldness in his eyes, and more warmth. I walked to his side and stood there silently with him.
Suddenly, the rapid sound of hooves approached from afar. Two horses were galloping towards us. Could it be the medicine deliveryman
? Sure enough, I heard the hooves stop at the main gate, followed by a knocking sound at the front door. I turned and walked towards
the front courtyard. Whether the person was one of my pharmacy's employees needed to be verified personally. The Taoist of Leshan was clearly concerned about
the same question and followed behind me.
Entering the front courtyard, I saw two men dressed as shop assistants in blue robes and hats standing with their heads bowed before the steps, one of them
holding a box. I had never seen either of them before. After all, I had hundreds of employees under my command
, and I didn't usually manage the counter's affairs.
"You must be Liu, the shopkeeper of Yingtian. What are your names? Did you bring the medicine? By the way, is
Master Cheng's asthma any better? Last time I went there, Shopkeeper Wang Er had a baby boy. How is he now?
" I asked a whole bunch of questions in one breath, watching their reactions.
The empty-handed shop assistant, a short man in his early thirties, bowed respectfully and replied, "I am Wang Fugui, now
the manager of the medicine storeroom. I brought the medicine." He pointed to the other shop assistant beside him, "It's in the box in Guo Er's hand. We don't have anyone named Cheng Fuzi in our
shop Is the young master referring to Cheng Laosan at the counter? His asthma has improved a lot.
Shopkeeper Wang Er doesn't have a son yet. When you came last time, he had a daughter."
Gu Changfeng, Elder Dongfang, and Daoist Leshan listened attentively, all looking at me at the same time. I
nodded to them; the shop assistant was right, he really was a shop assistant from the Yingtian branch. I beckoned
, and the sallow-faced, tall and thin shop assistant named Guo Er came up to the hall carrying the box.
Suddenly, a scream came from the backyard—it was my fourth brother's voice. I jumped to my feet, not bothering to speak
, and used my lightness skill to leap towards the backyard. Just as I reached the entrance to the passageway, a figure flashed past me
; Master Leshan had actually rushed into the passageway ahead of me. At that moment, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the front courtyard— it
was Elder Dongfang's voice, followed by the sounds of fists and kicks, and tables and chairs overturning. Were those two imposters ? Hearing my fourth brother's incessant roars, I gritted my teeth; it was more important to reinforce him first. I rushed through the passageway, and just as I was about to dash out, a double-edged giant axe suddenly cleaved out from the side, striking Master Leshan who was in the lead. The passageway was narrow, offering little room to maneuver, and the axe was about to strike. Master Leshan as expected of one of the top masters in Jiangnan, stopped abruptly, his longsword flashing from its sheath, deflecting the axe with a clang. He then shouted, "Sirius Zhong Dashan?" A burly man in blue robes appeared at the entrance of the passage, his face bulging with menacing flesh, his eyes blazing with ferocity. Without a word, he wielded his axe, hacking and slashing relentlessly at Master Leshan. I watched a few moves and grew increasingly anxious. In an open space, Master Leshan should have been able to defeat him within thirty moves. However, this passageway was narrow, allowing only one person at a time, with no room . I couldn't intervene, so Master Leshan was forced to clash head-on with Zhong Dashan, who possessed immense strength. The two were locked in a stalemate. Hearing Fourth Brother's increasingly urgent roars, I couldn't wait any longer. I gathered my qi and soared into the sky, striking the walls on either side several times before leaping over the two combatants. I had originally intended to lend Master Leshan a hand, but upon seeing Fourth Brother's precarious situation, I immediately drew my sword and charged forward. Inside the courtyard, Fourth Brother's twin swords flashed up and down, the wind whipping around them with deadly force. But the gray-clad man he fought was handsome, almost effeminate, and wielded a short, pure steel dagger. His movements were swift and unpredictable, like a ghost. Pink Butterfly Yang Jun—when did his martial arts become so formidable? Did he master the Cave Profound Scripture after his escape? Fourth Brother's twin swords were utterly ineffective against him; instead, he was repeatedly stabbed, blood splattering from his body. Ignoring all the rules of the martial world, I joined the battle as soon as I landed. With my inner energy fully channeled, my sword energy surged and surged. I unleashed a series of attacks in succession: the delicate and fine "Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Faces," the seemingly strange but actually righteous "Slanting Wind and Fine Rain, No Need to Return," the imposing "Dark Clouds Press Down on the City, Threatening to Destroy It," the cold and ruthless "Autumn Wind and Autumn Rain, So Sorrowful ," the elusive "Chaotic Clouds Fly Across with Ease," and the all-pervasive "Endless Drizzle, Fine as Sorrow." The more I fought, the more disheartened I became. I had unleashed my full power in my signature Cloud and Rain Sword Technique, but Yang Jun seemed to have lost his physical form, becoming a mere phantom, moving freely amidst the sword light, untouched by any cloud or rain, and even occasionally counterattacking. Every time my longsword clashed with his steel spikes, a chilling internal force would travel up my blade, which I successfully neutralized each time, but it drained my energy. If it weren't for my fourth brother 's twin swords restraining him, I would have been as badly injured as my fourth brother, the Fire Monk. But this couldn't continue; I would soon be worn down by him. Now, I could only hope to hold out until Elder Dongfang and Daoist Leshan finished off their opponent and came to help. Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from the front courtyard, a voice laced with pain. It was Elder Dongfang; had he already succumbed to his attack? In that brief moment of distraction, Yang Jun had already broken through my sword defenses and closed in on my center. I retreated relentlessly, my longsword dancing wildly, hoping to force him back. But the new wounds on my body and the increasingly intense pain reminded me that Yang Jun was slowly sealing off my sword path; I might have less than twenty moves left. With a clang, my longsword was deflected again, and a gleaming steel spike aimed at my heart. I tried to retreat two more steps to dodge, but a sudden drain of energy from my dantian prevented me from taking another step. Watching the steel spike relentlessly approach, countless memories flashed through my mind. Was I going to die? shencancan uid 875578 Level 020 Fourth-class Resident Occupation Total Score 5 Points 4 Gold Coins 258 Posts 190 Support 311 Status Offline

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Just as the steel spikes were about to touch my clothes, Yang Jun suddenly pulled back, the steel spikes retracted, and flicked backward,
piercing deeply into the chest of the Fire Monk who had rushed up from behind him with a soft "plop." Fourth Brother didn't even try
to dodge ; with a roar, he clasped his arms together and tightly embraced Yang Jun's body.
This was a golden opportunity; how could Fourth Brother let go of the chance he had created, even at the cost of his own life? I channeled my inner energy, unleashing the Feng family
's secret life-saving technique, the Heavenly Dragon Five Forms, "Transforming into a Dragon Upon Encountering Wind and Clouds," my longsword charging straight towards Yang Jun
's vitals. Yang Jun was momentarily paralyzed, and as the sword was about to pierce his throat, I was overjoyed. Suddenly,
the sword seemed to freeze, unable to advance even an inch. Looking closely, I saw that Yang Jun's left hand was
firmly gripping the sword; his hand was completely bloodless, a pale white that glowed faintly, and not a drop of blood flowed.
I tried twice to circulate my inner strength, but it felt like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly futile. At this moment, Yang Jun tried to pull out the steel spikes several times without success. He then raised
his right hand, discarding the spikes, and struck the Fire Monk's head with a single palm strike. With a soft crack, blood spurted from Fourth Brother's face
, his eyes widened, and he died instantly. I had no time for grief. I gripped the sword hilt with both hands, once again channeling all my inner strength into
the blade. With a full push, the longsword finally advanced, sliding through his palms and producing
a piercing sound like metal scraping against metal. The sword pierced his throat.
Yang Jun's eyes flashed with shock and rage. Blood spilled from his mouth, and he opened and closed his mouth, seemingly trying desperately to say
something but unable to utter a sound. After a while, the light in his eyes slowly faded, and his lifeless body slowly slumped
down. Looking at his corpse, I gasped for breath. The grief of losing my fourth brother and the joy of killing a powerful enemy
temporarily made me forget the pain from my wounds.
A flurry of hurried footsteps startled me. Looking up, I saw a burly man running
towards me . I immediately recognized him as Sirius Zhong Dashan, the one who had stopped Master Leshan earlier. I quickly
pulled my longsword from Yang Jun's body and held it horizontally in defense. The man seemed to have seen me too. His steps faltered slightly, then he suddenly turned
and leaped up the wall, disappearing in an instant. "He left with an arm." Master Leshan walked out of the passageway
, his voice still calm. "This person is indeed incredibly strong; even I couldn't withstand him." Before he finished speaking
, the master coughed, and blood was visible at the corner of his mouth.
"Master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," his gaze swept to my feet, "Master Huo... was that Yang Jun?"
Before I could answer, a figure suddenly flew out of the passageway behind Master Leshan, rushing
towards him like a meteor.
"Master, behind you!" I only managed to shout a warning.
Master Leshan suddenly turned around, his long sword already in hand, and almost simultaneously leaped up to meet the figure.
The two men passed each other in mid-air, and even with my sharp eyesight, I couldn't make out how many sword strikes they exchanged.
They landed almost simultaneously, both stumbling slightly upon impact.
I finally recognized the figure who had rushed out – it was Guo Er, the medicine deliveryman. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and
the soft sword in his hand trembled slightly in the air. He saw me and the two corpses at his feet, his pupils contracted, and suddenly
, with a few leaps, he sprang towards the south wall, fleeing like Zhong Dashan.
I had already gathered some inner strength, channeling it all into my right hand, and hurled my sword at his back. The sword drew an arc in
the air , striking Guo Er squarely in the back just as he was about to be launched into the air. He swayed a few times, then finally
collapsed.
I struggled to his side. He was completely dead. I stroked his face for a moment, then ripped off
a human skin mask. Beneath the mask was a familiar face—it was Cao Xiong. Suddenly, I noticed something
gleaming in his hand. I pried it open and saw several incredibly sharp gold darts…
Standing up, I saw Master Leshan standing there. “Master, it’s Cao Xiong. He’s finally dead
!” I waved and shouted at him… The dark clouds moved slowly across the sky, and the moon finally peeked
out from behind them. Under the moonlight, Master Leshan stared intently at me, his expression quite peculiar. I suddenly noticed
a gold dart deeply embedded in his forehead… Just then, a knocking sound came from the front gate, seemingly from
the city's constables. I felt a wave of dizziness and then knew nothing more.
**********
"Is it good?" Lanxin's voice was filled with eagerness.
I put down the celadon bowl in my hand; I had already drunk the ginseng soup in one gulp.
"It's delicious, thank you for your hard work." I knew Lanxin had probably never cooked before, so it was
quite an achievement.
"Sister Lanxin, you pestered me all day yesterday for this soup," Wanyue said with a gentle
smile .
"Sister Wanyue is teasing me again," Lanxin said shyly.
The curtain was lifted, and Su Hong entered, glancing at the two women with a smile that held a certain meaning.
Turning to me, she said, "Fifth Brother, Old Master Gu wants to see you. Are you alright?"
It was three days after the fierce battle that night that I finally regained consciousness.
Of the entire mansion, only Gu Changfeng and I survived. He had been knocked unconscious by Cao Xiong's palm strike, but
his life was not in danger. Elder Dongfang was ambushed by Cao Xiong when Master Leshan and I went to the backyard to provide assistance
. He was defeated and killed after less than two hundred moves. Of the bandits, only Zhong Dashan escaped with a severed arm; the government had already blocked roads near
Zhenjiang and issued a warrant for his arrest. However, Wu Lan, the "Heartbreak Flower," never showed herself.
"Is Feng Wuxia feeling any better?" Gu Changfeng asked me a few questions before getting straight to the point. "
I just received a tip that my men captured Zhong Dashan alive in the northern suburbs of the city."
Zhong Dashan had lost an arm, so he couldn't have gone far. I had expected that, but it was still unexpected that he
was caught .
"However, that guy is very tough. He injured several of my men during the capture, and he was also injured himself
. I'm afraid he won't last much longer." Gu Changfeng said with some resentment.
"As long as he's willing to reveal the identity of that Heartbreak Flower, that'll be fine. Should we move him here and use medicine to keep him alive for now?
" This was the last clue, and we couldn't let it die.
Youlan personally brought in fragrant tea from outside.
Old Gu took the teacup, but smiled at me and said, "Young Master Feng is truly lucky. Those girls were so worried these past
two days . This girl's eyes were swollen from crying."
Youlan's face flushed slightly, and she replied shyly, "Old Gu is just teasing us again."
I smiled too, and then instructed Youlan to prepare an empty room in the manor to imprison Zhong Dashan.
**********
Night fell, and I stood quietly under the shade of a tree, looking at the lonely house before me. The dense foliage concealed
my figure; one couldn't spot me without getting close and observing carefully.
All around was quiet; only the chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs echoed in the night air.
Suddenly, a figure entered my line of sight. The person was dressed in black and masked, moving swiftly along the ground,
reaching . Without a moment's hesitation, the masked man burst through the window, then darted out through another,
heading straight for the opposite wall. A whistle blew, and suddenly torches blazed from all directions, countless figures
flickering . Several men shouted in unison, "Heartbreak Flower, surrender now!"
The masked man hesitated only briefly, and immediately a dozen skilled fighters surrounded him, trapping him in the center.
Seemingly seeing no hope of escape, he stopped trying to break free and simply stood still.
I limped out of my hiding place, Su Hong close behind. Old Master Gu
, the Beggars' Clan's best fighters, and other experts from various regions were already in position, all on high alert.
"Heartbreak Flower, don't waste time. You can't escape now. Show your true colors!" Chief Constable Gu
shouted, and the others echoed him loudly.
Zhong Dashan was already dead, dying of blood loss shortly after being captured. However, in order to lure out the
last Heartbreak Flower, Wu Lan, Chief Constable Gu and I decided to keep Zhong Dashan's death a secret, only saying that he
was seriously injured and needed to recuperate. Moreover, while we outwardly maintained heavy security in Zhenjiang Prison, we secretly
moved a small room in my house. This was all a trap set for Wu Lan, to make her believe that our
elaborate scheme was indeed to extract information from Zhong Dashan, thus making her feel the need to
silence him and lure her out of the shadows.
The person didn't react, simply staring fixedly in my direction. Looking at
the figure beneath the black night clothes, I felt an increasing sense of unease. That figure seemed incredibly familiar, so familiar
that I could almost feel every inch of skin beneath the clothing.
Finally, the person reached out and removed their mask,
revealing … Youlan. I stood there dumbfounded. Duan Changhua had always been beside me, my
intimate maid who shared my bed.
"You...why..." My arm felt like it was weighed down by a thousand-pound iron weight; it took me a long time
to lift it up and point at her.
"Why? My fiancé, Mad Shark Li Han, and his entire family were wiped out overnight.
The Seven Heroes have quite the reputation, but no matter how hard I try, I can't beat you. Even someone as powerful as Cao Xiong was destroyed by you.
My only chance is to infiltrate your ranks and work with them from the inside." A few strands of hair fell from Youlan's forehead
, her eyes growing even more sorrowful.
"So you were involved in killing all of us brothers!"
"That's right. After learning about Boss Long and Ge Laoliu's whereabouts from you, I was the one who informed Cao Xiong and the others.
I was the one who shot the flying flower behind Meng Huaiyuan, and I was the one who told Cao Xiong the location of the final battle that night."
"So you've been lying to me all these years? All that was just pretense?" I couldn't hold back any longer and shouted out loud
.
She smiled slightly, her face momentarily revealing an expression that was hard to tell whether it was mockery or sadness. "What do you think?"
she said softly, her face seemingly shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
"You, you took the Heart-Shattering Powder..." Watching the woman I'd been intimate with for years slowly collapse,
all my strength seemed to drain away in an instant. I couldn't hold on any longer, and a wave of dizziness engulfed me.
**********
"Don't go." I finally couldn't help but cry out as I watched Youlan's resentful gaze gradually disappear before me
. Then, I woke up, drenched in sweat. It was just a dream. Almost half a month had passed, and
my body was only gradually recovering, but I still had nightmares every night.
"Fifth Brother, are you alright?" A soft, gentle voice came from beside me. It was Fang Wanyue. She had taken
Youlan's place and had been taking care of me closely. I hadn't even noticed she was in the room just now.
"Wanyue, don't call me Fifth Brother anymore, call me Yuxuan."
"Mm."
"Did you have another nightmare?" Wanyue took a towel soaked in hot water, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully
wiped the sweat from my forehead and temples. Looking at her beautiful and refined face, her gentle eyes, and her long, curved
eyelashes, I felt a surge of excitement. I grabbed her soft, jade-like hand, and
I couldn't bear .
"Don't do this, others will see." Her eyes flickered, and she was about to pull her hand away and stand up to leave.
I tightened my grip and pulled her back, and the frail Wanyue fell into my arms. "No, don't do this
..." she whispered helplessly, her fragrant breaths brushing against my ear, tickling me with pleasure
. My arms were already wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her soft body into my embrace.
"Yu Xuan, don't do this, I'm your second brother's woman." Wan Yue, who had no martial arts skills, was still
struggling , causing her curvaceous body to rub against mine, making my desire
grow stronger.
"Second brother must want you to be happy in the future, Wan Yue, I will make you happy, I promise
." I whispered in her ear, looking at her white jade-like earlobe, I couldn't help but
gently . Her body stiffened abruptly, her smooth cheeks pressed against my face instantly
burning hot . Her symbolic resistance ceased completely, and a long, seductive moan escaped her nose
.
Seizing the opportunity, I slipped my hands inside her clothes, revealing smooth, soft
skin . As my hands roamed and explored her body, Wanyue's eyes grew increasingly hazy, her breathing more
rapid, her hands resting limply on my shoulders. My hands moved upwards along that smooth skin,
every inch of skin I touched feeling like cream, the burning heat only reaching my palms
…
For a long time, we remained locked in a close, naked embrace.
"You're crying?" My chest was damp with her tears, I hadn't noticed.
"I'm so scared, scared that you'll end up like Tianfeng, the martial world is just too dangerous..." Wanyue murmured softly.
"...I...I'll leave the martial world...soon..."
"Really?" She suddenly lifted her pretty face, her black hair disheveled, her tear-filled eyes showing surprise
.
"Yes." I looked at her affirmatively.

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When I received the servant's report that day, it was just past noon.
Putting aside other chores, I hurriedly ran from the study to the back garden, passing through several corridors, and arrived at
that elegant and quiet detached courtyard. Without even knocking, I rushed straight into the main house in the courtyard.
Inside the room, a graceful woman was packing her bags with her back to me. Hearing footsteps, she turned around,
saw me, and smiled sweetly; "It's you, I was just looking for you, I was about to leave..."
"No." I interrupted her before she could finish speaking, "Don't leave me."
Hearing my words, a strange light flashed in her eyes, then dimmed again, and her face
returned to the icy expression she had when we first met.
"It's all over. Those villains have been eliminated, and the friends from all over the martial arts world who came to help have all gone home
. You'll be retiring from the martial world soon. My master has also passed away, so it's time for me to leave."
"Why do you have to leave? Didn't you get along well with your second sister-in-law and seventh sister?" I hurriedly said.
"They are your second sister-in-law and seventh sister. What am I?" Lan Xin turned away, her voice cold.
"You are the person I want to spend my whole life with." Without thinking, these words burst
out . If it were Su Hong or Wan Yue, I think I would have said the same thing.
Hearing my words, she trembled slightly, but still didn't turn around.
I took out a brown envelope from my pocket. "This is what your master gave me before the final battle that night. Take a look
." I said, handing the envelope to her.
Ding Lanxin took the letter, pulled out the paper, and began to read. As she read, her shoulders trembled, and the faint
sound of raindrops hitting the paper could be heard.
I moved closer to her and gently embraced her from behind. "Your master told me your true identity that day—
the sole descendant of Huichunzhai, the once-famous pharmacy in Jiangnan. I know everything your family went through back then. As per your master
's instructions, I will take good care of you for the rest of my life."
Lanxin finally turned around, her tear-streaked face buried deep in my chest, her arms wrapped around my
back , refusing to let go.
After a long while, the sobs subsided, and she finally raised her head, her eyes still a little red.
"Who, who promised you they'd take care of me? I hate it." She was still trying to maintain that cold
expression , but her eyes had already betrayed her true thoughts.
"The letter said I should discipline you, and you dare disobey me?" I tried to liven up the atmosphere and
help her forget those sad things.
"You dare discipline me?" Her dark eyes darted around, full of cute smiles.
"I'll punish you."
"Hmph, you try!"
Seeing that no one was in the yard, I had a sudden idea. I picked up Lanxin and laid her face down in front of me, lifted
the hem of her long skirt, and pulled down her panties with one hand. Unexpectedly, I launched a sudden attack. Lanxin only
now realized that I had removed her underwear in her room, which was wide open in broad daylight. She let out a soft cry, "
No, not here! People will see us in broad daylight!" Afraid of being heard
, she pleaded in a low voice.
Looking at the smooth, soft, upturned, porcelain-like buttocks before me, I suddenly felt a surge of desire.
I raised and gently slapped her.
With a crisp "smack," a pale red handprint appeared on Lanxin's snow-white buttocks. She hadn't expected me to
spank her, and let out another soft cry. Then I slapped her several more times, the soft slapping sounds echoing in the room. Lanxin
's buttocks were now a bright red patch, and her soft cries had long since turned into low, moaning breaths. My heart was already
burning with desire, and my lower body was already as hard as an iron rod.
Lan Xin turned around, her pearly teeth biting her soft red lips, a few strands of hair fluttering by her jade cheeks, her eyes
filled with seductive charm.
"You big bad guy, you just bully people..."
The epilogue of "The Legend of the Martial Arts: The Lingering Fragrance of Heroism"
The night was deep and quiet, the red candles warm the tent.
"Mmm, mmm...so, so big, it's hitting the spot again, ah..."
A pair of long, smooth, and strong bronze legs wrapped tightly around my waist,
the owner whose usually heroic and dashing face was now flushed with spring, pearl-like beads of sweat
dripping down her temples.
An endless, fiery pleasure emanated from where we were naked and joined. I gripped her firm, high breasts tightly
, thrusting my hips back and forth violently. "Su Hong, you really cherish your husband, unlike the others who
couldn't hold on much longer."
As I spoke, I glanced at the other two naked, fair bodies lying across the bed. Ding Lanxin, that stubborn
girl had only managed two rounds before begging for mercy, while my second sister-in-law, Fang Wanyue, had just fainted during her orgasm and hadn't
woken up yet.
"I... I can't take it anymore... Go and get the other sisters..." Seventh Sister Liu Su Hong trembled,
her legs clamping tightly together for a moment before she reached her climax. It seemed the three of them couldn't do any more strenuous exercise for a while,
but I still wasn't tired at all. I got out of bed, put on my clothes, glanced at their utter exhaustion, and quietly
opened the door and left the bedroom. Under the bright moonlight, I wandered aimlessly through the quiet courtyard.
It's been almost three years since the great upheaval that befell the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan and my retirement from the martial world. I imagine the martial world has
completely forgotten about me, "The Wandering Dragon Swordsman" Feng Yuxuan.
For these three years, I've focused all my attention on the family business. Not only has Baicaotang remained the top business in Jiangnan,
but it has also begun to expand into the north and Sichuan, with business booming. To further develop the business, I
used my status as a Juren (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations) to buy a sinecure, while simultaneously training local militias. This way, I don't have to worry about officials
being jealous of the family business and causing trouble. Naturally, I haven't neglected my martial arts either. In these three years, my skills have improved
by leaps and bounds, repeatedly breaking through important barriers. I'm confident that I'm no longer inferior to my eldest brother, the Sickly Hero Long Fei.
Wan Yue, Su Hong, and Lan Xin have always been by my side. Under my gradual influence, they have also
become accustomed to sleeping with me. However, Liu Su Hong is, after all, my sworn sister-in-law, and Fang Wan Yue
is still my second sister-in-law in name. So, although we spend every night together, I cannot give them the status of first wives.
Only Ding Lan Xin, three days ago, we quietly and formally bowed to heaven and earth, and immediately afterward, I took Wan Yue and Su Hong as concubines.
Of course, to them, these are just public pronouncements.
Two wooden doors appeared ahead. I had unknowingly reached the end of the road. This is... "
Yang Xin Tang" (Hall of Cultivating the Mind). It has been a long time since I've been here. My mind was racing. I casually pushed open the wooden door and stepped into
this small, long-abandoned Buddhist hall.
In the center of the Buddhist hall stood a long table, upon which rested not Buddha statues, but a row of memorial tablets. Long Fei, Lu Tianfeng
, Meng Huaiyuan, Lu Toutuo, Ge Zhiping, Leshan Daoren, Zheng Lin… Looking at those tablets, recalling
the bloodshed and the past three years, I could no longer control my emotions and finally laughed…
Walking
to the table, the first tablet that caught my eye was that of my eldest brother, Long Fei. "Brother, please don't blame me," I
murmured to myself. I had obtained the Dongxuan Scripture from the brothers Yang Ming and Yang Jun, the Pink Eagle and Pink Butterfly, made a copy, and then
gave the original to my eldest brother to destroy in public, while I secretly began cultivating it myself. To discreetly
practice the Yin-Yang cultivation method, I spent money to buy decent girls from various places and had them cultivate on a secret farm. In the beginning,
it was inevitable that I wouldn't be able to control the intensity, and about thirty girls died in the process. Brother, you
somehow discovered that someone was secretly cultivating the Dongxuan Scripture, and thus began a secret investigation. I know you're already
somewhat suspicious of me; after all, I'm the one who searched Yang Ming's body and obtained the Dongxuan Scripture. You've always been impartial and incorruptible; if you
really caught me practicing, you would surely kill your own family for the greater good. Therefore, I had no choice but to strike first
and reveal your whereabouts to Cao Xiong and the others. If you know this in the afterlife, you can rest in peace.
I looked down; the next memorial tablet was for my second brother, Lu Tianfeng. Second Brother Lu, you've always been the most honest and kind-hearted person. I
would never have laid a hand on you under any circumstances. But, by sheer coincidence, you stumbled upon what happened between me and Seventh Sister
. To protect Seventh Sister's reputation and the brotherhood among us, you only came to me and told me to
sever all ties . Everything else is fine, but I would never abandon Seventh Sister, so I had no choice but to let you die.
I outwardly agreed, while simultaneously showing you a passage from the Dongxuan Scripture. That passage will be beneficial and harmless to you
; the only problem is that on the day of your breakthrough in cultivation, when the yang energy rises, the cultivator will briefly enter a
state of suspended animation, their body stiff and devoid of consciousness. I timed it perfectly. When I arrived at your secluded courtyard that morning,
you were in a state of suspended animation. I was the one who shot that steel needle within a single step. Second Brother,
I know you have deep feelings for Second Sister-in-law Wanyue; this is perhaps the thing you can't let go of the most. Wanyue is such
a slender person, yet she has such voluptuous breasts. I will take good care of her, especially at night, in bed.
Third Brother Meng, you are as shrewd and capable as Brother Long, and you see things with meticulous attention to detail. From
the moment you suspected there was a traitor among us, only one of us could survive. I deliberately
left an opportunity to ambush you, and they certainly didn't waste it. They must have known all along
how terrifying Meng Huaiyuan's life-or-death situation was. Being valued so highly by those underworld experts, Third Brother, your death wasn't unjust.
Fourth Brother Lu, your death was truly unjust. With your blunt nature, I had absolutely no reason to harm you.
It was just unexpected that Yang Jun, after being wounded into a eunuch by us, actually achieved mastery of the Dongxuan Scripture. At that time, my Dongxuan Scripture
was still quite lacking, and I was almost helpless against him. If it weren't for your selfless act, I really wouldn't have had
a chance to kill him. Thank you, Fourth Brother.
Ge Laoliu, when Second Brother Lu told me to sever ties with Seventh Sister, I decided to kill you. So, if
you want to blame someone, blame Second Brother. Although Su Hong knew you the longest, she gave me her first time.
Later, she married you. Every time I think of the two of you sharing a bed, my heart aches. I never thought killing you would
be so easy. A little provocation, and you went off on your own. Later, Seventh Sister even gave me her first time, both her mouth and her
anus Speaking of which, Sixth Brother, you never truly possessed her, so
losing her doesn't matter. You can rest in peace in the afterlife.
The memorial tablet behind is for Master Leshan.
Master, I never expected you to exist. Not only did you want to avenge Eldest Brother, but more importantly,
you even stood up for Boss Ding of Huichunzhai, who was wrongfully killed. Huichunzhai has always been the
strongest . Since I took over the family business, Huichunzhai has always suppressed us to the point of being unable to raise our heads. Indeed, I orchestrated and pushed through the entire scheme behind
Boss Ding's death—his medical malpractice leading to the princess's demise, his imprisonment, and the massacre of his family by thieves—all for the sake of the Feng family's legacy. I truly didn't expect the Ding family to have Ding Lanxin as their sole heir, and with your support. Daoist Master, your martial arts skills are comparable to my eldest brother's, and your experience and methods rival . You are undoubtedly my most formidable opponent. Fortunately, I can still target Ding Lanxin . The incense laced with aphrodisiacs that night in the Buddhist hall proved highly effective and difficult to detect. That night, when I shot Cao Xiong , I was truly gambling everything. I wasn't very confident, but it seems fate is on my side. Forging your letter wasn't easy; it took me three whole nights, but it was worth it. Lanxin has been well-trained; she's very poised during the day, and incredibly seductive in bed She deserves a lot of thanks to the Taoist priest for raising her. Brother Zheng Lin, we actually get along really well; we drink together, we visit brothels together. It's just that I'm out...

Buying virgins for martial arts practice is far too risky; there are too many clues to sever. If you were to investigate, you wouldn't
escape my notice. I know you're ambitious, waiting for a major achievement to rise through the ranks of the Beggars' Sect.
Our friendship is probably worthless in your future endeavors. Using someone else to do the dirty work, I haven't directly stained my hands with your blood
, so we've at least had a chance to meet. Oh, by the way, I've taken care of your mistress in a secret villa
. That woman is truly captivating; even with twin daughters, she still has such a stunning figure and allure. After you died, she
gave birth to a third daughter, yours. I will treat your daughter well. In two years, when your mistress's twin
daughters come of age, I will properly train them, while your daughter will have to wait another ten years.
As I walked, I reached the end of the long table. In the corner sat the last memorial tablet, unlike the previous ones
, which were covered in dust. "Youlan"—just two simple characters on the tablet. Youlan, perhaps I should
call you Wu Lan, but my most conflicted feelings are towards you. When I had just begun to master the Dongxuan Scripture, I discovered your martial arts skills right there in
bed . After a thorough investigation, I discovered your true identity and your
connection to Cao Xiong and the others. Do you know how I felt then? How could you sleep when you knew a female assassin who wanted to kill you was sleeping
next to you every day? I didn't sleep a wink for two whole years after that.
Watching you arrange for Cao Xiong and the others to be placed in my mansion and pharmacy, so that when the investigation came later, no
one would suspect that the enemy was among my men. Through you, I passed messages to Cao Xiong and his men, giving them
complete knowledge of the whereabouts of the other members of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, which helped me carry out those assassinations. After
my brothers were mostly dead, and Cao Xiong and his men were all gone, I
hesitated for a long time about whether to take action against you. We actually shared many joyful and tender moments, but unfortunately, I didn't know if they were real or not,
and you knew too much, such as how you didn't actually kill Second Brother. Beautiful women often have tragic fates; you
died a worthy death. Don't worry about me; with Wan Yue and the others by my side, I'm happy.
The night breeze gently blew, and the secret hidden deep in my heart finally let out a small release. Closing the wooden door, I left Yangxin Hall
without looking back. These past few years of pampered life have made me realize
how naive my previous life of living a life of hardship and danger was. But I was young then, and everyone has moments of impulsive passion.
Back in my bedroom, I tiptoed to the door, focused my attention, and could only hear soft
whispers coming from the bed inside.
"My husband is so amazing! Did you take some medicine? You've made me so weak."
"You little rascal, you're so good at playing the innocent. I'll see you being all flirtatious as soon as I get here." "Sister
Wanyue is the best. You're the gentlest to her. Are you being biased..."
The more I listened, the warmer my heart became. I pushed open the door and strode into the bedroom. "Don't fight over me. I'll love you both equally
." Then came a series of coquettish moans, filling the room with the warmth of spring.

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