Green hills faintly visible, waters stretching far and wide

"Green Hills Hidden, Waters Far Away"
Main Text Green Hills Hidden, Waters Far Away (01-06)
Author: Not a Vest (Du Xing)
Word Count: 28292
Chapter 1 Home
(I
) The wind, not strong, was still blowing the floating clouds. The grass was still green, the flowers had not yet faded, but the weather was getting colder. This
was Jiangnan.
"Just right...just right...hahahahaha..." The man in blue shook
the empty wine bottle in his hand, muttering incoherently. Wang Yin's clothes were not of the finest quality, but the tailoring was extremely fine
. However, the front was open, and there were large wine stains on his chest. He didn't care at all. Perhaps what
was floating in his mind was the voluptuous breasts and buttocks of last night, the pleasure of love. All I remember is a warm, large bed, soft
quilts, and a beautiful woman…
“Judging by that drunkard’s clothes, he’s probably not poor.” “Those new boots aren’t something an ordinary family could afford
.” After discussing this, the two sleazy men walked straight towards the man in blue.
Wang Yin waved his right hand weakly and said, “Who…who are you! No, no, no…
don’t block my way.
” One of the thieves shouted, “Hand over the money and we’ll spare you this time!” The other thief had already
grabbed Wang Yin’s open front, raising his fist as if to strike.
“Money, heh…if I had money, I wouldn’t have gone so quickly.” With a laugh, Wang Yin easily brushed aside
the hand grabbing his front and strode forward. The two thieves clearly didn't believe his nonsense. "I bet you're the kind of person who
won't shed tears even when facing death, and you won't feel right until you get a beating, huh
?" "Damn, this drunkard probably really doesn't have any money." They had just finished beating Wang Yin, who was lying on the ground. Wang Yin
wiped the blood from his mouth, tried to prop himself up with his right hand, "I told you I don't have any money, but you just wouldn't believe me!" "Damn, let
me smash your stinking mouth! Let's see if you're still so stubborn!"
"Stop!" The voice arrived before the person. A man and a woman came running from afar.
"Fifth Senior Brother, we finally found you!" the girl shouted excitedly.
The man accompanying him had already knocked the two thieves away. "I bet you two have a death wish."
A sword, its sheath flashing with a blinding blue light, stabbed towards the two men.
The empty wine bottle in Wang Yin's hand shattered on the ground, but it blocked the deadly sword strike. "Forget it, they're
just looking for a meal."
The girl pouted, dissatisfied. "Fifth Senior Brother is always like this, only thinking about others."
Wang Yin had already stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes. "I'm fine with it, it's just a small matter."
The man kicked one of the thieves hard, spat, and cursed, "Get out of here
! If it weren't for Fifth Senior Brother, you'd be meeting your ancestors. Don't let He Chong see you again."
The man and woman who rescued Wang Yin were his fellow disciples. The man was his eighth master, He Chong, and the woman was He Chong's sister, He
Yong. The two were ordered to find the "missing" Wang Yin. They were both disciples of Wang Shisi, the head of the Green Mountain Sect
, and Wang Yin was Wang Shisi's illegitimate son.
Wang Yin seemed to have sobered up a lot, and on the way with He Chong and his sister, they were asking about the sect's recent situation.
He Yong, holding his arm, insisted, "What else could it be? Everything's perfectly normal. It's just that Master and
my fellow disciples are very worried about you and told us we absolutely must find you!"
Her pounding chest caused the small mound to rub against Wang Yin, but he remained unmoved. "Oh, has Second Brother arrived
yet?" He Chong laughed. "Second Brother arrived a long time ago. A wolf from Hejian coming to Jiangnan is just asking for death.
Fifth Brother, you don't know, Yong'er hasn't been able to eat or drink these past few days without you."
He Yong jumped up and down, playfully hitting her brother. "No way, Fifth Brother, don't listen to his nonsense."
This girl's coquettishness was truly captivating, and Wang Yin was also moved. He patted He Yong's head and couldn't help but
pull her into his arms.
Even with his beloved in his arms, Wang Yin still gazed into the distance, his eyes seemingly filled with unspeakable melancholy.
(II)
The wine was grape wine, and the cup was a luminous glass. The fine wine and luminous glass were held steadily in a firm hand. The blood-red
wine swirled methodically in the luminous glass, reflecting Wang Shisi's sharp eyes. Wang Shisi had always been
a hedonist. He loved to enjoy life and knew how to enjoy it. Usually, a man holding a wine glass in one hand
would never have his other hand idle.
At this moment, he sat by the jade bed, his other hand roaming over the beauty's body. A half-naked young woman
was lying on his lap, panting heavily, her hands moving up and down her thick, long penis. Wang Shisi's right hand traced down her spine from the back of her head, seemingly enjoying her fair, delicate skin. He downed his cup of wine, freeing his left hand to rip off
the only remaining garment on her body—her bodice—and caress her breasts . Under his caresses, the woman played with even greater fervor, her left hand supporting her bulging penis, while her right hand helped remove Wang Shisi's clothes. "Hmm, not bad, you've improved rapidly," Wang Shisi couldn't help but admire, giving her buttocks a squeeze with his right hand and gently pressing the back of her head down. The woman was quite uncomfortable with the sudden pressure. The fiery dragon plunged deep into her throat, causing an indescribable discomfort. The dragon, stimulated by the constriction in her throat, seemed to swell even more, and Wang Shisi even took the opportunity to thrust twice more. Unable to spit out the dragon, the woman was already struggling to breathe, but the intense masculine scent emanating from it made her both resist and welcome. The woman gradually couldn't hold on any longer, her face flushed red, and her left hand stopped its up-and-down stroking. It turned out that Wang Shisi's left hand had been taking advantage of the situation to pluck the ripe grapes from her breasts; she was caught in a pincer attack and couldn't resist for a moment. "Hahahaha, wasn't I amazing this time?" Wang Shisi released his right hand from the back of the woman's head . The woman, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly spat out the dragon, panting heavily, "You old man always finds ways to torture me..."

While speaking, his hands were already pulling down Wang Shisi's pants. "Good girl, come to bed, let me make it up to you
."
What a beautiful young girl, her jade-like body lying prone, her eyes alluring, even Liu Xiahui reincarnated would probably lose control. The girl's appearance
was undoubtedly beautiful, but what was rare was her pair of eyes that could bewitch the soul, coupled with
her already developed and delicate body, she was truly a top-notch beauty. Wang Shisi was not to be outdone, lowering his head to kiss the girl's belly, and then
moving upwards, his hands slowly and deliberately kneading her two small hills. When he kissed her chest, he stuck out his tongue and licked those
pink grapes
... "Ah...it's so itchy..." the girl gasped as she held Wang Shisi's head with both hands, letting him continue
to lick her. The saliva still clung to the grapes. Wang Shisi blew a breath towards the mountaintop, and the girl's nipple instantly became
incredibly hard. He gently took it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard nipple, his teeth lightly biting and pulling it outwards… The girl
was utterly helpless before Wang Shisi's mature technique.
"Hurry up, I can't take it anymore…" the girl pleaded. Wang Shisi was also somewhat unable to restrain himself
; his fiery dragon rubbed against the entrance of the Peach Blossom Spring, searching for the path into the Peach Blossom Spring. At this moment, the girl was still impatient
, and she actually sank down, using her jade pot to directly envelop the fiery dragon, letting out a long, comfortable sigh. Wang Shisi
suddenly felt a tightening in his lower body; a layer of warm, comfortable flesh now tightly enveloped the burning fiery dragon. He straightened his waist,
and the fiery dragon plunged deep inside, eliciting a satisfied moan from the girl.
Wang Shisi used his left hand to press the girl's hands above her head, supporting her body, while his right hand gripped her right breast tightly,
his fingers alternately applying pressure, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, kneading the small mound into a shape. His lower body
rhythmically thrust, each stroke striking the girl's deepest depths, the angular head scraping against the surrounding flesh,
causing the sensitive tender flesh to contract in waves, enveloping the fiery dragon even more tightly.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore, slower... slower..." the girl began to beg for mercy
. With her hands fixed to her head, she could only twist her waist to avoid the increasingly rapid attacks. But to the man on top of her, her twisting waist
only increased his desire, making his lower body attacks even more fierce. The storm of thrusts finally arrived.
The girl had gone mad. "Spare me, I'm going to come, I'm going to come... ah...
" Her waist was already bent like a bowstring. Wang Shisi slowed down, but increased the force of each thrust
. The fire dragon derives pleasure from violently pounding into her flower core. The girl couldn't hold on any longer.
Her legs, wrapped around Wang Shisi's waist, straightened, and her whole body trembled. The fire dragon struck her flower core heavily, but this time it didn't withdraw
. Instead, it slowly twisted its head, gently swaying and turning at her flower core. This gave the girl the final blow. Honey sprayed
onto the head, and her vaginal walls contracted violently as if they wanted to devour the fire dragon.
After the girl had released her pent-up desire, Wang Shisi continued to enter and exit her peach blossom spring. But now the stream was overflowing, and
the hair on both of their genitals was stained with the honey flowing from the girl. "Sigh, you still can't last long enough. I
'm afraid you'll hurt yourself." Wang Shisi also wanted to speed things up and end this fierce battle as soon as possible.
The girl had recovered and was moaning intermittently, "Oh, oh...so good, so good..."
The position had changed: the man was kneeling on the bed, his hands supporting the girl's waist, and the girl's legs were draped over his
shoulders.
Because the girl was fixed to the bed, her breasts could only sway back and forth with the thrusting of the dragon
. The man was still not satisfied, so he grabbed the girl's ankles with his left hand, straightened her legs, and then his right hand went to
her breasts to make a splash, leaving red finger marks on her chest.
The girl hooked her arms around Wang Shisi's neck, and Wang Shisi lowered his head and kissed the girl's small mouth. The girl's legs
were pressed down and placed in front of her chest. After a brief moment of passionate lovemaking, Wang Shisi pressed down on the girl's legs, looking down at
the spectacular sight of the fire dragon attacking the Peach Blossom Cave: its movements causing the flower petals to appear and disappear.
The girl, unaware, reached another climax, her nectar spraying onto the dragon's head once more. Wang Shisi's penis
tightened, and he could no longer restrain himself. He withdrew the fire dragon and straddled the girl, his right hand supporting the dragon's body as he aimed at her alluring face…
Wang Shisi's white, viscous fluid sprayed all over the girl's face.
"Next time, if you play a little longer, that unfilial son will be here soon."
The girl consciously sucked the remaining nectar from his penis into her mouth, playing a tune on her jade flute, cleaning it
thoroughly.
(III)
Wang Shisi drank his favorite wine, sitting comfortably in the Autumn Grass Hall of Jiangnan Tower, the
daily meeting place of the Green Mountain Sect. Standing beside him, his eldest disciple Qin Qi, seeing Wang Yin step into the Autumn Grass Hall, hissed,
"You brat, hurry up and greet your master!"
Wang Yin shoved aside He Chong and his sister, taking two steps forward. "You unfilial son, Wang Yin, has arrived. Greetings, Father."
He Yong shoved him, whispering, "Hurry up and apologize to your master. Hurry up! What are you standing there for
?" The eldest disciple, Qin Qi, also descended the steps, bowing and pleading with Wang Shisi, "Master, since Fifth Master has already arrived
, please show leniency."
Wang Shisi gripped his wine cup even tighter, his anger rising as he watched his disciples plead for Wang Yin .
"You unfilial son! Why are you all pleading for him!" Growing increasingly displeased
, Wang Shisi flung his luminous cup at Wang Yin.
Wine was splashed all over Wang Yin's face, and a luminous cup smashed directly into his cheek. Wang Yin
's lack of reaction surprised Wang Shisi. He bent down to pick up the cup, saying softly, "Thank you for the wine, Father."
Wang Shisi roared, "Look at yourself now! Leaving without a word is one thing, but frequenting brothels shows
no ambition. You even pawned the Green Mountain Sect's sword to continue your debauchery! What kind of reputation will this make? What face will our Green Mountain Sect have left
! Do you think you're worthy of that Green Mountain Sect's sword?!" "Didn't Father also admire
Du Fanchuan, who 'won a reputation for frivolous spending in brothels'?"
Wang Shisi was furious. "You, you… how could I have a son like you! Go to Jade Peak
! I'll punish you by making you guard the Listening to the Flute Pavilion for three months and forbidding you from leaving the mountain. You should reflect on your actions!"
It turns out that although Wang Yin was the son of Wang Shisi, he was born to a maid, and his mother died in childbirth.
As a young boy learning martial arts, Wang Yin was mischievous and unruly, not diligent in his training, but preferring music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Wang Shisi was utterly helpless with him. As he grew older, Wang Yin became increasingly dissatisfied with this restrictive life, frequently violating the sect's rules, and
over time, the conflict between father and son grew stronger. Wang Yin secretly rejoiced that his father had "exiled" him to Jade Peak in the back mountains. Although it was remote , it was a rare place of tranquility, a perfect escape from the sarcasm of his senior brothers. In reality, he was only close to He Chong and his sister, and his sixth sister, Wang Shui'er. His eldest and second brothers were indifferent to him, and his relationships with the other senior brothers and sisters were not good. He Chong and his sister helped him move his things to the Listening to the Flute Pavilion. He Chong was a little worried: "Fifth Senior Brother, please don't cause any more trouble here, don't provoke Master again. Which pawnshop is your sword at ? I'll go get it for you." Wang Yin smiled frankly: "Heh, I'm painting and playing the flute here, enjoying myself, and I don't have to be mindful of others' feelings like before." "Tell me, who are you minding your feelings for!" A clear, melodious female voice came from above. It was a woman dressed in light blue clothes, tall and elegant, giving off a sense of aloofness. Wang Yin smiled, a rare occurrence, and said, "Shui'er, how did you know I was here? " Wang Shui'er was the sixth child, the biological daughter of Wang Shisi. Because she and Wang Yin were born in the same year, they grew up together and had a very deep bond. "Sixth Senior Sister, your clothes are so beautiful!" He Yong exclaimed. Wang Yin chuckled and patted her head. "Your sixth senior sister looks beautiful in anything! It's just that this dress looks good on her. You have no idea how many lecherous men want to kiss her but can't." Wang Shui'er couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh too. Her laughter was truly captivating, mesmerizing all. "Isn't Third Brother still here on Jade Peak? You'll have company then. I just went to see him, and it seems he's still as reclusive as ever." It turned out that Wang Shui'er had just come to see their third brother, Wang Shan. Wang Shan, for some reason, was living in a thatched hut on Jade Peak and refused to go out. His senior brothers, Wang Shisi and Wang Yin, were completely helpless. He Chong asked, "Sigh, I sincerely hope that Third Senior Brother can resolve his inner conflict and not waste his precious youth like this." Why did Wang Shan go into seclusion in the back mountains? How did Wang Yin adapt to life in the back mountains? To find out what happens next, please read on. (End of Chapter One) Chapter Two: The Back Mountain Continuing from the previous chapter, let's pick up where we left off. The previous chapter mentioned Wang Yin's downfall at the Green Mountain Sect, where he was punished by the sect leader, Wang Shisi, to guard the Listening Pavilion on the back mountain… The wind rustled through the leaves, the leaves chased the wind. This was autumn in Jiangnan. Surrounded by green bamboo, with a gentle breeze swirling around the beams, this was the Listening Pavilion, the place where the Green Mountain Sect's predecessors secluded themselves for cultivation. Wang Yin, with his literary inclinations, naturally loved such a tranquil and elegant place. He spent his days wandering the mountains and waters, painting, and playing the flute —utterly carefree. Returning slowly from the bamboo grove, listening to the soft songs from the trees, he suddenly felt a surge of inspiration. Entering the side room, he found the jade flute on the tea table nowhere to be seen. "Squeak, squeak…" The windowpanes vibrated, followed by the sound of crunching fallen leaves. Wang Yin ducked and flew out of the window. A monkey, about half his height, had stolen his jade flute. Wang Yin smiled. Seeing the monkey's clean fur, unlike any other wild animal, he was suddenly curious. He deliberately kept his distance, intending to follow it to find its owner. The monkey leaped among the branches, startling the singing girls in the trees. Birds took flight, shaking down a fallen leaf. It even glanced at Wang Yin, patted its white rump, seemingly mocking him for not keeping up. "Honored guest, please forgive my lack of hospitality," a cold voice suddenly drifted from the direction the monkey had fled. " I am Wang Yin, just punished by my father to come to the back mountain." He was also surprised that he had unknowingly chased it so far. Ahead was a thatched hut. No, it should be a cluster of thatched huts. Although the thatched hut was simple in materials, it was clearly a work of art, with the space constantly expanding and arranged in a pleasing, staggered way. "Third Brother, you're in a good mood, raising such a lively little treasure." Wang Yin's jade flute flew straight to him. "Here you go, that's just a beast that doesn't know its manners." Only then did Wang Yin see his third brother, Wang Shan, entering the hut: a black veil covered his head, two falcons perched on his shoulders. "May I go inside and broaden my horizons?" "Sure. " The nimble monkey ran ahead, weaving left and right. It turned out that the hut was built in the woods, its layout subtly incorporating the principles of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams . Wandering aimlessly wouldn't get him far, and he didn't know if there were any traps or ambushes. It turned out that Wang Shan had been fond of unorthodox practices since his youth, and was quite knowledgeable about the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, mechanisms, and hidden weapons. Wang Shisi himself knew nothing of these ways ; Wang Shan had only become self-taught after accidentally seeing a manuscript left behind by a senior member of the Green Mountain Sect. In the hall, after the guests were seated, two maids gracefully floated in to serve tea. The maids wore only thin gauze over their clothes ; although there were several layers, it was difficult to conceal their undergarments and exposed skin. Wang Yin stared at the maids for a few moments, then asked his brother with a smile, "Third Brother, are you having a good time here?" Wang Shan smiled, "Beneath my crippled body, I merely find amusement." But his laughter was chilling. It turned out that Wang Shan had suffered an accident years ago, paying the price with his left forearm and nose, and had never left the mountain since, instead expanding his thatched hut and settling here. As Wang Yin sighed, one of the tea-serving maids cried out "Ah!" and a short piece of wood fell between her legs. It turned out to be a dildo, inserted between the maid's legs, which was why she could only move with small, hesitant steps. "Bring the torture instruments," Wang Shan's cold voice rang out again. A half-naked girl ran across the floor: on all fours, wearing a vest, her buttocks raised, a long whip in her mouth, she "ran" from the back hall like a dog. Wang Shan grabbed the whip; it was an ordinary leather whip, except for a small ball at the end. The "offending" maid trembled, kneeling face outwards, slowly pulling up her gauze skirt and removing her underpants. It was sparse grass, already soaked with dew. As the maid knelt and raised her smooth buttocks, Wang Shan's whip lashed down without hesitation.

A maid's groan rang out, followed by several faint red welts from the whip. "How many times have I taught you this
? You always have to embarrass yourselves when guests arrive. Humph, see how I deal with you!" With that, the whip flew straight towards the entrance of the hole. The girl,
unable to bear it any longer, let out a long cry, "Ah..." and fell forward.
"Get up! Watch me beat your cunt to a pulp!" The girl dared not disobey, enduring the pain as she raised her buttocks, her poor, sensitive vulva
suffering the merciless whipping. "Ah, ah...it hurts so much, I can't take it anymore! Ah... I know I was wrong ,
oh ... "Third Brother, I can no longer stand by and watch you discipline the maid, so I'll take my leave." "If you need anything, feel free to come here. Anyway, you were punished and probably won't be able to go find women anytime soon." Wang Yin cupped his hands in greeting and strode out the door. The clever monkey, knowing the guest didn't know how to leave, automatically led the way. Down the mountain, the Green Mountain Sect was having a rare feast. Wang Shisi sat at the head of the table, with sect elders and disciples seated on either side according to seniority. Except for Wang Shan and Wang Yin, whose seats were empty, He Yong was nowhere to be seen. He Chongchong reported to Wang Shisi, "Yong'er said she's not feeling well, everyone don't need to wait." "Then let's start eating." Wang Shisi's youngest son, Wang Tiao, seemed to deliberately ask him, "Why isn't Fifth Brother here?" Wang Shisi's face changed, "Don't mention that good-for-nothing, let's eat." Wang Shui'er glared at Wang Tiao: "Aren't you asking a question you already know the answer to? You're really bringing up the sore spot." Senior Brother Qin Qi stepped in to mediate: "Junior Sister, stop arguing, let's eat, the food is getting cold." On the other side, it turned out that He Yong had secretly taken the food upstairs to give to Wang Yin. "Why did Yong'er come up to Jade Beauty Peak ?" He Yong asked, slightly out of breath. "Master only said you weren't allowed to come down, not that we weren't allowed to come up. I ... I told my brother I was sick, hehe..." Wang Yin put down her food. "Don't be so willful, you've come all this way." He Yong said coquettishly, "Never mind, I just like coming to see Fifth Senior Brother." He Yong was wearing a light blue cloak over a light red dress, which made her slightly flushed face look even more beautiful, and Wang Yin was mesmerized. The lust he had just suppressed with his inner energy surged up again, and his lower body involuntarily hardened. "Fifth Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother... what's wrong with you! Hey, hey..." Wang Yin realized his lapse in composure and quickly made an excuse. He Yong urged, "Eat quickly, the food's getting cold." "I'm full just looking at you, what's the need to eat?" He Yong playfully punched Wang Yin, "You're bad, you're bad, you just love bullying people!" Wang Yin grabbed her small hand, staring blankly at her. He Yong couldn't break free, and smelling the strong masculine scent on his chest , a strange feeling welled up inside her. She leaned against his chest. Wang Yin was already torn between reason and impulse, and He Yong's fall completely shattered his rationality. He pulled He Yong close and kissed her forehead. He Yong didn't dare move, feeling both afraid and expectant. Wang Yin, panting, said, "Yong'er, can I have you? I'm having a hard time right now." He Yong became anxious, looked up, and said, "Where are you feeling unwell, senior brother? Can Yong'er help you?" Wang Yin guided her small hand to his crotch. "I'm having a hard time here, senior brother. Will Yong'er be willing to rescue me?" He gently stroked her jade flute with his small hand. With a soft "Mmm," He Yong buried her face in his clothes again, her small hand carefully rubbing up and down. Wang Yin completely let go, his left hand stroking her thigh, his right hand untying her cloak, launching his attack from her chest. The two were already kissing, but He Yong clearly had no experience. Wang Yin kissed her upper and lower lips alternately, occasionally gently shaking them with his teeth. He Yong could n't bear it any longer; her small mouth opened slightly as she exhaled breath. At this moment, Wang Yin seized the opportunity, extending his tongue to attack her mouth, searching for his thirsty other half. As their long tongues intertwined, Wang Yin's right hand found the opening of her blouse, his demonic hand slipping inside, gently roaming along her breasts. His left hand circled around to her buttocks, ravaging her not-so-full hips. He Yong, unsure where to put her hands, simply clung tightly to his back. Under Wang Yin 's onslaught, she unknowingly found herself with very little clothing left on. Wang Yin expelled He Yong's tongue, kissing her already flushed neck, biting off the knot of her bodice at the back of her neck. Two small shoots popped out from her chest. Firstly, because of her petite figure, and secondly, because she hadn't received sufficient "massage," her breasts hadn't fully expanded, so her already not-so-small breasts were still pointed. Wang Yin cherished these jade shoots, placing one on each breast in his hands and gently massaging them. His thumb and forefinger would occasionally pinch the tips, eliciting continuous moans from He Yong. Wang Yin finally shifted his focus to her breasts. He first deeply inhaled the unique, girlish fragrance of her breasts, then rubbed the tips with his nose, while the other breast was caressed by the palm of his hand. After licking and playing with them, he took the left shoot into his mouth, gently circling it with his tongue. The right shoot was pinched and pulled outwards by two fingers, the tip rotated, playing with the already erect nipple until it turned from pink to red. When they got tired of playing, they would alternate sides for another round, since He Yong was already "powerless to resist. " The two had already fought their way from the doorway to the bed, their clothes scattered all over the floor. Wang Yin straightened He Yong's body, lowered his head and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Bear with it, I'll be gentle with you." He Yong looked at him firmly.

Looking at him, she said, "Yes, I believe you."
The fallen petals were heartless, but the flowing water was intentional. This moment felt long; He Yong craned her neck, wanting to witness this wondrous moment in life
. Yet, this moment was also very short—it was just Wang Yin's jade flute moving in and out of the opening.
There was no expected scream. He Yong gripped the sheets tightly, covered in cold sweat. Although it was painful,
she felt immense happiness, at least in this moment. With the slow insertion
and withdrawal of the jade flute, bursts of crimson blood were drawn out.
Wang Yin was also quite conflicted. He was burning with desire, but she had just experienced intimacy. Although she was his junior sister who had always admired him
, and had given him her first time, he still harbored a trace of guilt.
As he struggled to control his movements, he heard He Yong whisper, "Senior brother, please hurry
, my lower body is a little itchy..." The rest was almost inaudible, but Wang Yin, as if granted a pardon,
immediately thrust his hips forward with all his might.
Even that first thrust was unexpected for He Yong. Wang Yin had been holding back for so long; such a full-force
attack was incredibly powerful. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..." Before the sound subsided, the second thrust followed...
A lewd atmosphere filled the air. Although He Yong had already ejaculated twice, Wang Yin
's pent-up desire from so many days wasn't so easily satisfied. At this moment, Wang Yin was turning He Yong's body so she was lying on her side
on the bed, while he remained seated, experiencing the pleasure of entering from the side. He Yong's peach-like vulva was already swollen and red
, but she was completely intoxicated by the madness of love, uttering incoherent moans, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
... Sister is going to die, ugh! Ugh...
" Wang Yin also felt that his "time was coming," so he flipped her body over again and attacked the defenseless He Yong from behind
. At first, He Yong could barely support herself with her hands, but later she couldn't withstand the overwhelming onslaught
. The repeated slapping sounds "shocked" her body and mind, and she fell face down on the bed. Wang Yin
relentlessly pursued the line between her legs, forcing a path straight to her private parts. "Junior sister, hold on, senior brother
is coming..." "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh... Ah..." At the same moment that white fluid sprayed onto her flower core, He Yong also
reached another climax.
"Does it still hurt? If it does, don't get out of bed and walk around." Wang Yin asked He Yong with concern. Having regained
his senses, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions upon seeing He Yong in pain. He Yong forced herself to get up. "It's okay, I'm
going now. Brother was worried sick."
After seeing He Yong off Jade Peak, Wang Yin stared blankly in the direction she had gone for a long time, even though
He Yong had been gone for quite some time.
Who was sleeping in the bed, and who was thinking of her...? Who could really say
? Down the mountain, everything was perfectly normal. Wang Shisi's youngest son, Wang Tiao, was busy in his room.
Although he was only six years old, he was mature beyond his years in every way. In terms of cunning, he had inherited
the true essence of his father's strategist, "Iron-Willed Across the River" Xi Boxi; in terms of martial arts, he had already defeated many renowned masters; and in terms of physique,
he was tall and handsome, and his skills in bed were in no way inferior to his father and brothers. At this moment, he was
fiercely "confronting" a girl of similar age.
"Haha, I can see today that Father really hates Wang Yin. It seems he'll never have a chance to rise in the world." With that,
he slapped the girl's snow-white, round buttocks with a "smack," and the girl let out a muffled "hmm," her buttocks thrusting
back even more joyfully.
The girl, panting heavily, said, "Who, who... would like that coward! Ahh... I heard He... He
Chong say... he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by two petty thieves who don't know martial arts, and he didn't even fight back." Wang Tiao
laughed heartily, "He Chong is a blockhead too. I bet he's never even touched a woman's hand except for his sister. Ha
ha!
" The girl was too weak to retort; Wang Tiao's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, and she was no longer able to cope. Wang Tiao continued, "Why
don't you go seduce him, haha! See if he knows how to do it... hahaha, I'll have to try it sometime
." "
Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap slap slap slap slap slap slap..."
"Ah..." "You slut, crawl over here and lick me clean."
(End of Chapter Two)
Chapter Three: Undercurrents
(Part One)
Continuing from the previous chapter.
The wind gently caressed the face of the night. Inside the Jiangnan Tower, in the Autumn Grass Hall, Wang Shisi and several of his men sat together.
Seated below was Zhou Kexun, Wang Shisi's master, now a protector of the Green Mountain Sect, responsible for the safety of the sect's territory
; opposite Kexun, on the other side of Wang Shisi, was Xi Boxi, Wang Shisi's strategist, "Iron Hengjiang";
and sitting opposite Wang Shisi was Yi Chenggang, known in the martial arts world as "Copper Hammer Iron Man." These three were
key contributors to the Green Mountain Sect's rise in recent years.
Zhou Kexun spoke first: "Sect Leader, we caught another spy from the Hot Blood Sect tonight, probably here
to scout the surrounding terrain. This is the third since autumn." It turned out that the Green Mountain Sect's powerful rise in recent years
had threatened the Hot Blood Sect's dominant position in Jiangnan. In the past year or two, minor conflicts between the two sects had been
constant, and many insightful people asserted that peaceful coexistence between the two sects was impossible. "Two tigers cannot share one mountain"
—this saying remains an eternal truth.
Yi Chenggang bluntly said, "Let's just set a time, get into a fighting stance, and have a good fight
! This is going to be suffocating. Anyway, my copper hammers haven't been used in ages." In his youth, Yi Chenggang had followed Wang Shisi in numerous
campaigns, becoming his top general. Always eager to be first in battle, his pair of 56-pound copper hammers had broken countless
heroes' swords and shattered the heads of many valiant warriors.
Wang Shisi waved his hand, saying, "Chenggang, don't be impulsive. I called you here tonight to carefully consider
how to better deal with the current situation." The strategist, Xi Boxi, finally spoke: "The enemy is strong and we are weak
. A head-on confrontation would likely yield little chance of victory."
Yi Chenggang retorted, "Weren't the Three Heroes of Hankou at their peak back then? We still managed to wipe them out in broad daylight in Hanyang
! What are the Hot-Blooded Sect afraid of!" Xi Boxi shook his head and laughed, "That's different. Back then,
we used a surprise attack, concentrating our superior forces to launch a surprise attack. Otherwise, how could we have succeeded so easily?"
"Then why don't we do another surprise attack now? We can just sneakily take down the Hot-Blooded Sect."
"Heh, who doesn't know that our Green Mountain Sect and the Hot-Blooded Sect are sworn enemies
? And judging from how frequently they've been sending people to scout ahead, they probably have ill intentions. If we launch a sneak attack, wouldn't we get caught red-handed?" Wang Shisi
understood this as well and continued the discussion, "If a direct confrontation is inevitable, wouldn't it be better
to strike first?
" Zhou Kexun said, "So it seems that Lei Ba's previous attempt to marry the Sixth Miss to his idiotic
son was just a ploy to humiliate our Green Mountain Sect and provoke us." Wang Shisi slammed his fist on the table, "Damn it
! There's no way I, Wang Shisi, would surrender! I'd rather fight, even if it means mutual destruction, than kneel and surrender!"
Xi Boxi stood up and moved to the map, pointing to three red dots, saying, "Please look, everyone
. These are the three new branches their Hot Blood Sect has added in recent years to defend against our southward expansion. The Hot Blood Sect now
only has seven branches, but they're redeploying manpower and equipment from their previous four branches to seven different locations,
which will inevitably disperse the strength of each branch."
Zhou Kexun understood, "In other words, if we concentrate our forces to attack their dispersed branches, we can succeed
..." "We've gained a local advantage," Wang Shisi said cautiously. "Even so, we can't let
our guard down. Since Lei Ba wants to attack us, he'll definitely deploy heavy troops in the front-line strongholds. We've already
captured so many spies, and nobody knows how many more are left. We have
absolutely no idea about their attack plans or defenses."
Wang Shisi and the others came to the map. Zhou Kexun pointed to the most prominent red dot and said, "This Kuangfeng
Hall is the most forward-positioned, like a wedge driven into our territory, posing the greatest threat. It
's a former stronghold of ours, so they won't be too unfamiliar with the terrain. I suggest we remove this thorn first." Military
Advisor Xi Boxi nodded and said, "As for the other two strongholds, Hongshui Hall and Liehuo Hall, firstly, they're unfamiliar with the terrain, and
secondly, they're too far from us to venture deep into enemy territory, which isn't safe." Wang Shisi nodded and hummed in agreement, neither confirming
nor denying.
After a long pause, Wang Shisi finally spoke: "Let me think about it some more tonight. You all go and make preparations."
In every major battle, regardless of the circumstances, Wang Shisi would always spend the night alone contemplating before making a final decision
, and then make a decision early the next morning. This time was no exception.
(II)
"Strategist, how is it?" Wang Tiao was surprisingly not in bed that night. "It's alright. Master Shisi has been persuaded
. He's determined to strike first and attack the three front-line branches of the Hot Blood Sect." Xi Boxi lowered his voice,
after all, he didn't want others to know that he had revealed the contents of the secret meeting.
"Alright! Are you sure about the situation over there? We must be extremely cautious this time, and not allow any mistakes." "Young Master Tiao
, you can rest assured tonight and wait for the Fourteenth Prince's summons early tomorrow morning.
" As Xi Boxi turned to leave, he smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, with the great battle imminent, don't waste too much energy on other things." Wang Tiao also laughed:
"I know, I know, thank you for your concern. Strategist, go ahead. Later, I will definitely find a top-notch lady to offer to you
, strategist, ah! I definitely will..." "Hahahaha, we'll talk about that later! It's a deal! We'll talk about it later..." "Our Young Master Tiao has finally arrived! I thought I would be spending the night alone." An excited shout
came from behind the gauze curtain.
Wang Tiao hurriedly took off his boots. "I had an appointment with a beauty, how could I not come
? I just had a little thing to take care of."
"Hmph, you probably just got out of another bed." "No, no..." "Hmph!" "Wang Tiao
is guilty, I've kept Seventh Senior Sister waiting... Come, come, let me properly show my respect to Senior Sister. Tonight I will do my best
, I will definitely satisfy you."
This Seventh Senior Sister was named Li Feifeng, the orphan of a family friend of Wang Shisi. Wang Shisi
took her in as a disciple because she was young, orphaned, and beautiful. Sure enough, as she grew older, Li
Feifeng became increasingly beautiful, her phoenix eyes captivating, radiating a charming aura. Upon her debut
in the martial world, she bewitched many young talents.
Wang Tiao sat on the bed with a grin, nestled next to Li Feifeng. He lifted his head and gently kissed Li Feifeng
's pink cheek. His tongue lightly touched hers, and as his lips left her cheek, he playfully blew a breath. The evaporation of his saliva
brought a cool sensation to Feifeng's face.
"Senior sister, give me one... mmm..." The two were already kissing, their tongues entwined, locked in a passionate
struggle, one moment in her mouth, the next in his, a scene of sensual spring.
Feifeng was not exactly a chaste lady, and her hands were naturally not idle: her left hand caressed the sleeping snake,
while her right hand slipped inside Wang Tiao's robe. Seeing his senior sister like this, Wang Tiao became even bolder. He placed both hands directly on his
senior sister's chest. Of course, given his character, he wouldn't just leave them there idly. He
kneaded the two small mounds from the outside in with both hands, his thumbs pressing inwards from time to time, squeezing them into round balls and then flattening them into
thick pancakes.
"Senior sister, these are so firm, I never get tired of playing with them." Although Li Feifeng was only nineteen years old, she
was already quite experienced in sexual intercourse. Unlike He Yong, who was still quite naive, her breasts had been well-developed and could not be as pointed as He Yong
's. Moreover, she had not yet given birth, so they were two firm little mounds.
"Master, these are not weak either. They are already so scary even before they are fully awake." Feifeng's phoenix eyes were fixed
on Wang Tiao's lower body. She just couldn't believe that this vicious snake could remain dormant under her teasing. Sure enough, Wang Tiao
could not bear it any longer. The snake quickly raised its terrifying head, as if showing off its might.
Li Feifeng, naturally understanding the principle of "strike while the iron is hot," promptly pulled down Wang Tiao's pants. The giant snake
sprang out, its imposing triangular head oozing venom. Seeing
the clear liquid oozing from its tongue, she smiled smugly and increased the frequency of her teasing.
Wang Tiao, however, wouldn't let Li Feifeng control him. His hands, without his noticing, had already stripped her naked and were now
gently stroking her smooth back. He was already sucking on Li Feifeng's neck, each kiss
a trophy of his victory.
Li Feifeng's left hand held the snake's testicles, while her right hand stroked the snake from top to bottom. The snake trembled slightly,
and she gently kneaded its testicles, her right palm rubbing the sensitive triangular head.
The area where the snake's head met its body was the most sensitive, now subjected to rapid and skillful caresses. "Uh... Senior Sister, slow down, slow down
... I can't take it anymore." Wang Tiao stopped all movement and growled, tilting his head back.
Li Feifeng, however, seemed to be punishing him, stroking faster and faster. In the end, she even bent down and used her fragrant tongue to
touch the snake's head.
Before she had touched the snake a few times, the large snake was already out of control, its veins bulging. Li Feifeng quickly raised herself up and looked at
Wang Tiao's pale face, her pair of man-eating phoenix eyes seeming to mock her weak internal strength.
As expected, venom sprayed out, and Wang Tiao's pale face regained a little color.
Li Feifeng teased the young master: "You are still too young..." She used her tongue to suck
the venom off her right hand, and hooked her left hand under Wang Tiao's chin, enticing him.
Wang Tiao was mortified and embarrassed, so he lowered his head to avoid his senior sister's murderous gaze.
After his heartbeat calmed down a little, he regained his composure. "Senior sister, I'm afraid I'll dirty your bed, so you might..." "You're getting off easy, you
little rascal.
" Seeing Li Feifeng bending down to clean the snake's head, Wang Tiao chuckled softly, "Senior sister, it's time for me to serve you
." Li Feifeng squeezed the snake hard with her left hand, turned around, and lay on top of Wang Tiao. Li Feifeng
was on top, her head lowered as she cleaned the venom that had just sprayed from the snake with her small mouth; Wang Tiao was below, his hands
spreading his senior sister's thighs apart and placing them on either side, preparing to use both his mouth and hands to launch an attack on Peach Blossom Cave to save face.
Li Feifeng steadied the snake's body with her left hand, taking its entire head into her mouth with her small mouth, her fragrant tongue circling and caressing it
. Her right hand struggled to support her upper body, her legs kneeling beside Wang Tiao's waist. Wang Tiao smoothed the dense pubic hair with his left hand, while
his right thumb and forefinger pushed open the outermost barrier of the Peach Blossom Cave.
After parting the labia majora, a vast and open space opened up. A babbling brook flowed continuously, and winding mountain ranges stretched endlessly. Wang Tiao couldn't help but
inwardly exclaim, "Good!" His forefinger gently teased the clitoris, observing the "changing winds and clouds" of the cave's interior. It turned
out that Li Feifeng's lower body was unusual; the passage inside wasn't a straight line to the clitoris, but rather a winding, secluded path
.
Wang Tiao, eager to salvage his reputation, took great care in his teasing, employing every technique imaginable
, teasing and pinching the clitoris... After tiring of the outer areas, he explored the hidden depths, where
the pubic hair was now soaked.
Li Feifeng, knowing her master's intentions, was happy to enjoy it, but her lower body itched, so she used the large snake at hand to relieve herself
. After cleaning herself, she launched another attack on the still-vigorous snake. This time, she used both hands and mouth: her
lips licked and teased the snake's body, while her small hands constantly stroked it. After licking the snake's body, she took the triangular iron head into her mouth, swallowing
and spitting it out repeatedly. During the swallowing and spitting, her lips never left the snake's head, and when she spat it out, it was like a light kiss; when she swallowed it,
she didn't open her mouth wide, but rather closed it close to the snake's head as it grew larger. The friction of the lips, combined
with the stimulation of the snake's head, provided maximum stimulation.
Wang Tiao wasn't a novice; even if his lower body was enjoying it, he couldn't possibly fail again so quickly after just ejaculating.
He sent his index finger as the vanguard to probe the dangerous area. It felt incredibly complex and winding,
with the fleshy walls on both sides constantly contracting, as if repelling the intruder. Unwilling to fail, he thrust again with his index and middle fingers
, this time slightly opening the passage. He wasn't just casually browsing; he probed and scratched inside. This time,
it nearly killed Li Feifeng. She spat out the large snake from her mouth, panting heavily, desperately twisting her hips. Little
did she know that this only excited the man beneath her even more, and the fingers inside became even more unrestrained.
"Ah~ ah~ itchy, so itchy…" Li Feifeng couldn't help but groan. Wang Tiao chuckled coldly, offering no
response. However, he changed his approach again, using his middle finger to advance alone, but this time with lightning speed and a noticeably faster pace.
He flipped his wrist, using his middle finger as a substitute for his genitals to thrust in and out of Li Feifeng's vagina. Li Feifeng
was also nearing her climax, clearly unable to hold on any longer, her arms went limp and her upper body collapsed onto Wang Tiao's legs. Wang Tiao, even more pleased,
began to tease the protruding spot inside her vagina with his right middle finger. Li Feifeng could no longer hold on, her legs trembled, and a stream of
semen gushed from her vaginal opening, spraying Wang Tiao's hand.
He patted Li Feifeng's buttocks triumphantly, "My dear senior sister~ you couldn't hold on any longer
?" Li Feifeng finally caught her breath and said intermittently, "Hmph, just now... just now who was it, who... was touched by me a couple of times...
and then came?" Wang Tiao didn't answer: "Hey! I was just careless and you caught me off guard."
"You'd better not beg for mercy later." After saying that, he mounted his horse again, slapping his snow-white buttocks while
thrusting into Li Feifeng from behind...
"Ah, ah, ah... slower, slower, ah ah ah ah..."
(III)
This was the morning called by the birds.
Several elders, Qin Qi and other disciples received a summons from Wang Shisi early in the morning and gathered in Qiu
Cao Hall.
"In ancient times, there was Chen Tang of the Western Han Dynasty who said, 'Those who offend the mighty Han, though far away, shall be punished.' Now, my Green Mountain Sect has been trampled on and
brought to our door by the Hot Blood Sect!" Wang Shisi paused. "The leader of the Hot Blood Sect, Thunderbolt Hand Lei Ba, his third son is
an absolute idiot. However, some time ago, Lei Ba actually dared to post a request for me to give my daughter, Wang
Shui'er, to his idiot son! This is intolerable."
"This is intolerable!" the crowd below exclaimed in unison.
"That's right. Recently, they've been frequently sending spies to probe the terrain of my Green Mountain Sect's stronghold, their intentions are sinister.
Rather than waiting for the Bloodlust Sect to finish its preparations and then attack us, we should turn the tables and strike first!" Wang Shisihuan
glanced at everyone. "After our detailed analysis, the plan for the Bloodlust Sect's surprise attack is as follows: I will be
the overall person in charge of this operation and lead the attack; Ke Xunshi and Qin Qi will stay here. Yi Chenggang and Wang Qing
will be the vanguard, leading men to hide in front of the Gale Hall, gather intelligence, and report back to our rear forces. The rest of us will
move with us, and specific tasks will be assigned later. Military, you tell them about the Gale Hall."
Xi Boxi stepped forward and said, "The Gale Hall used to be a small stronghold of our Green Mountain Sect, but we
withdrew from there later because we didn't want to increase friction. The hall should be located on the mountainside of Niutougang, and there are at least three roads leading up the mountain.
" "But none of them are easy to traverse. There are some small paths leading to the back mountain, but if we're ambushed, there will be no way out.
And, as far as we know, they plan to build that place into a long-term stronghold, a forward
hub against us. So there will definitely be a strong defensive force, and the fortifications may have been modified. Cheng Gang and Second Young Master, you
two must not act rashly."
Wang Shisi pointed to his eldest son, Wang Qing, "Especially you, Wang Qing, you must be humble and patient to achieve anything,
understand?" "Father, you've said this to me at least ten times." Xi Boxi said, "How about this
, Fourteenth Master, I'll accompany them to scout ahead, so we can support each other. What do you think
?" "Alright, with you keeping them in check, they won't act recklessly." Wang Shisi seemed much more relieved. "Then everyone
, go and pack your things. We'll depart this afternoon. Be careful to keep it a secret, don't let the news leak out."
Wang Yin, on the other hand, was leisurely, only getting up to wash when the sun was high in the sky. The green bamboo rustled; it turned out
that the spirit monkey that had stolen his jade flute earlier had come to "visit" again. Wang Yin casually tossed it the fruit his junior sister had brought earlier.
The spirit monkey squeaked and gestured with its hands. In the distance, however, came the mournful cry of the cuckoo
, a sound of blood.
"Hey, is this convenient?" It turned out to be Wang Shan's unexpected visit. "Hmm, please come in. Third Brother, do you need something from me
?" Wang Yin remained as languid as ever, casually dressing.
Wang Shan didn't go in, but said from outside the door, "Today, a side room of my thatched hut collapsed.
It didn't seem to fall even in the wind and rain, so I cast a divination with some grass, and it was a very ominous sign." "You and I are both here in Yurenfeng, the divination
shouldn't be directed at us. Could it be a mountain collapse
?" Wang Yin tightened his belt and continued, "I also heard the sound of a cuckoo just now
. Perhaps something is about to happen down the mountain." Wang Shan said, "We mountain people shouldn't concern ourselves with things down below. We should continue to enjoy the pine breeze
and clear spring, and seize the day."
"Hahahaha...that's right. Anyway, since coming to Tingxiao Pavilion, the knot in my heart has been untied."
"Coming with high spirits, returning when the spirits are gone, isn't that delightful?"
Wang Shan's figure grew smaller and smaller until only the cries of the monkey remained. Wang Yin could only fiddle with his
jade flute, slowly playing a tune of "Ode to the Gentle Breeze." The melodious, clear flute music drifted far, far away.
To find out what happens next, please read on. Chapter Four will tell the story of the fierce battle between the Green Mountain Sect and the Hot Blood Sect at the Mad Wind Hall…
…
(End of Chapter Three)
Chapter Four: Fierce Battle
Continuing from the previous chapter
, Yi Chenggang, Xi Boxi, and Wang Qing, leading a group of elites, were the first to descend the mountain through the secret passage, heading in batches towards the front line
near the Mad Wind Hall. Wang Shisi instructed his wife Wang Shui'er and his disciple Li Feifeng to go out and contact the forces outside, to
meet them later. He himself, along with his eldest disciple Qin Qi, fourth disciple Zhang Hao, He Chong and his sister, and his youngest son
Wang Tiao, secretly circled around the back mountain to the front line. He left his tenth-ranked disciple, Wang Jiangnan, who was also his adopted daughter, at headquarters, so that
she could report any unexpected events to him. Meanwhile
, the secret passage of the main force through the back mountain was all observed by Wang Yin, who was "guarding" the Listening Pavilion on the back mountain. His unease
resurfaced, and recalling the divination his third brother, Wang Shan, had given him that morning, the thought was unbearable. Several times he considered
moving the main force to warn his father and senior brothers, but he stopped himself. He knew that although he was
the biological son of the sect leader, Wang Shisi, his status in the sect was lower than that of the disciples who had no blood relation to the sect leader.
His own attempts to dissuade them wouldn't stop his father and brothers from going to war; instead, it would only worsen their morale.
He thought again, and the sound of his flute pierced through the bamboo forest. He Yong shouted, "It's Fifth Senior Brother's jade flute! Everyone listen! Fifth Senior Brother
is watching us from the Listening Flute Pavilion." Wang Tiao said calmly, "Ninth Senior Sister, you're overthinking it. Just hearing
the flute doesn't mean Fifth Senior Brother is just playing it for fun." The flute music faded
. "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and shields. We will fight together against this folly." Wang Yan
let out a long sigh, finally showing his satisfaction. Two long howls followed from the other side; Wang Shan was also eager to join in.
Although the two were stationed at Jade Peak on the back mountain, they were still members of the Green Mountain Sect; twenty years of friendship couldn't be easily
erased. "Let's go, everyone. Don't delay the important matter." Wang Shisi remained outwardly calm, but who
knew what turmoil was raging inside him?
Qin Qi rode up to Wang Shisi, who was walking ahead. "Master, who's
guarding the Gale Hall over at the Hot Blood Sect now?" "It should be Feng Yuqiang, the one known as 'One Stick That Can Take Down Jiangdong.
' He's skilled with a staff reaching his eyebrows, and he's one of the Hot Blood Sect's top fighters." "It was that staff that brought down the Five Hegemons of Jiangdong
. Anyone facing him has to be careful." "Hehe, Qi'er, you're sometimes too cautious.
Learn from your Uncle Zhou. We've almost mobilized our entire force; are we afraid of just one Feng Yuqiang
?" Qin Qi chuckled sheepishly.
"Father, I think Uncle Yi and the strategist can take down the Gale Hall." Wang Tiao was very optimistic. "Even if they
can, they'll pay a price, given the numerical disadvantage. It's better for us
to combine our strength into a stronger force and crush them with overwhelming power, minimizing casualties. Don't you think so?"
Suddenly, Zhang Hao, the fourth disciple who had been silent, spoke up, "What if the other side also amasses a large force at Kuangfeng Hall
?" Wang Shisi chuckled, "Heh, everything has risks. The only thing to do is analyze and discuss beforehand to arrive at
the optimal choice. Of course, it's not entirely impossible that the other side has foreseen this and has laid an ambush at Kuangfeng Hall,
but the probability is rather small." It turns out that this fourth disciple, Zhang Hao, liked to get bogged down in details and didn't think things through comprehensively
. This personality trait led his swordsmanship to develop in an unorthodox and eccentric direction. Ironically, this
characteristic often gave him the upper hand in battles. His master, Wang Shisi, followed
the orthodox path of martial arts, and his senior brothers, sharing the same master, were no different. The enemy had no idea that it was he who loved
unorthodox swordsmanship, thus often catching them off guard.
In the afternoon, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves. The back mountain remained tranquil.
"So it was you playing the flute just now." After Wang Shisi led the others away, Wang Jiangnan arrived at the back mountain.
Wang Yin was also surprised by the appearance of this junior sister
. "Hmm, so what?" Wang Yin pretended to be calm. After speaking, he looked up from the painting at the rare guest in front of him.
Wang Jiangnan was as aloof as ever, standing a full eight steps away from Wang Yin. She
was originally a distant niece of her deceased aunt, and had been adopted by Wang Shisi as his goddaughter since childhood. After her aunt's death, she became even more averse to interacting with others, like an iceberg, giving people a cold feeling, which was incompatible with the "Jiangnan" in
her name . "I originally thought you were indulging in wine and women all day long, but I didn't expect you to be cultivating here." Her voice seemed to drift from the ice and snow, cold and unsettling to listen to. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm just enjoying the scenery here." Wang Yin turned his head and continued painting. His junior sister's beauty was almost too much to bear looking at directly. To avoid blushing and looking embarrassed, he averted his gaze. "Oh, so what happened to Ninth Senior Sister's illness a few days ago?" "This, this… I, how would I know…" Wang Yin was at a loss for words. He'd been hit where it hurt, especially in front of his goddess-like junior sister; how could he possibly bear it? It turned out that He Yong had just lost her virginity and was feeling unwell, and others had noticed. Wang Jiangnan was amused. Seeing Wang Yin's flustered state, he covered half his face with his sleeve and laughed . Wang Yin stared intently at his usually aloof junior sister; her smile seemed to dim the colors around her . Words seemed inadequate in the face of this celestial beauty. The Green Mountain Sect had four women, all considered beautiful. Wang Shui'er possessed extraordinary grace and aloofness; Li Feifeng was alluring and seductive; He Yong was delicate and charming, innocent and adorable. Wang Jiangnan was unanimously recognized as the most beautiful of the four. She possessed the best qualities of the other three, a beauty that was breathtaking yet so alluring that it dared not inspire any impure thoughts. Her only flaw was her excessive arrogance; she was somewhat aloof and self-absorbed, inherently looking down on others and unwilling to associate with them. It turns out that Wang Yin's previous self-destructive behavior stemmed not only from being despised by his father and ridiculed and estranged by his senior brothers in the sect , but also from his infatuation with someone he couldn't love: his younger sister, Wang Jiangnan. Watching Wang Jiangnan grow up , her feminine charm increasing daily, Wang Yin's love for her gradually became uncontrollable. Thus, the carefree and cheerful Wang Yin disappeared, replaced by a depressed and pessimistic one. He knew that such feelings were destined to be fruitless; human relationships and morality were an insurmountable chasm. He kept his feelings hidden deep in his heart, never letting outsiders know. And when he thought of his mother, who died in childbirth and was merely a nameless and unappreciated maid, which prevented him from ever gaining his father's love and attention, he could only lament the cruel twist of fate. Not only him, but in Wang Yin's opinion, Wang Qing, Wang Shan, and Wang Tiao also coveted Wang Jiangnan's beauty . If it weren't for their sisterly status and their father's favoritism, Jiangnan might have already met a tragic end. What pained Wang Yin, this admirer, even more was that his brothers only had lustful desires for his beloved, without a trace of love. In any case, Wang Yin had been struggling with this for the past few years, often inexplicably agitated, only able to calm himself down by circulating his inner energy, which unknowingly improved his internal strength. "What are you drawing?" Jiangnan's tone returned to its icy tone. "I've only just started drawing. I always just transfer what comes to mind onto paper. How about drawing one for my junior sister ?" "Boring, I'm going. You continue." Wang Jiangnan turned and left, while Wang Yin continued to adjust his colors, using this to mask the heat in his heart. Wang Jiangnan took a few steps and said, "Most of the other senior brothers hope to spend more time with me, but you're engrossed in that ink painting. Very well." Wang Yin's back twitched slightly. How much he wanted to be with Jiangnan! But what good would it do to be together ? It would just be being together. When Wang Yin finally cleared his mind and stood up abruptly, Jiangnan had already been down the mountain for who knows how long. Bamboo leaves were falling, but there wasn't a breath of wind. The painting was finished quickly, but what he had drawn was a lifelike portrait of Wang Jiangnan. The expression, the eyes , were all so realistic. Wang Yin had painted dozens of portraits of Jiangnan to be able to depict him so vividly . How much longing must have been in his heart to reach the point where it leaped off the paper ? The bamboo forest heard the call of the wind and rustled in response. Only then did Wang Yin see the handkerchief floating on the ground. It was Jiangnan 's handkerchief. Wang Yin had finally found a reason to go and find Jiangnan. Wang Yin, carrying a handkerchief, leaped down the mountain. He knew that on the eve of a major battle, the defenses were already sparse, and the rear of the mountain would be weakly guarded. Reaching familiar territory, he didn't want to waste time navigating the winding corridors, and instead floated directly onto the rooftops towards his destination. The Green Mountain Sect's men's and women's quarters were located on either side of the Jiangnan Tower, and Wang Jiangnan, disliking noise, chose the most secluded room as his residence. Wang Yin had already glided down the eaves to the corridor, pretending to walk slowly. The hanging flowers had withered, their last petals falling.

Wang Yin's raised right foot could no longer press down, his right hand clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh,
yet he remained oblivious. He witnessed an unbelievable scene.
His martial uncle, Zhou Kexun, was forcefully pushing against Wang Jiangnan's legs. This shattered Wang Yin's previous understanding!
In his eyes, his martial uncle Zhou Kexun was a kind elder who had always taken good care of them, his juniors—a
truly good person. And his goddess, Wang Jiangnan, usually had a cold and aloof demeanor; how could she be so wanton
? Only then did Wang Yin carefully look into the room. Wang Jiangnan lay flat on the table, her acupoints probably sealed
; although she struggled fiercely, her limbs were powerless. "You'd better cleave me in two with one sword, or I definitely won't let this go!" "Haha, my
dear grandma, do you think I'm a three-year-old? Your father is away for a while,
so you're my best toy during this time. Blame your father for leaving you behind." "Hmph, our Wang family, our Qingshan
Sect, have been blind to leave such a heartless demon like you to guard our sect." "Haha, that
's not wrong!"
With that, Zhou Kexun lowered his head, wanting to kiss Wang Jiangnan. Jiangnan turned his face away, protecting his little mouth from being violated,
but his face suffered the consequences. "Over the years, my Senior Brother Wang has been so good to me. Every time he goes
to war abroad, he leaves his wife and children with me. He's so kind." It turned out that Zhou Kexun had already slept with all of Wang Shisi's wives and concubines
, using intimidation and coaxing to succeed time and time again.
Wang Yin, standing outside the door, was speechless with astonishment. His eyes, once fixed on Jiang Nan's beautiful body, were
glued to her. His usually haughty eyes now displayed humiliation, resentment, and unwillingness, with tears streaming
down his cheeks. His teeth gently bit his lower lip, seemingly silently expressing the pain in his lower body. His hands were forcefully
pushing against Zhou Kexun's head, which was bowed to her neck, hoping to alleviate the humiliation of being licked indiscriminately, even though his neck was already
covered in large hickeys and several frantic teeth marks. Her long, slender legs
, perfectly proportioned, were now struggling weakly, but she could not escape Zhou Kexun's strong hands. Although Jiang Nan
resisted constantly, it only added to the abuser's pleasure. Wang Yin's lower body was already erect
, and he actually wanted to continue watching, to see how his high and mighty goddess was being humiliated.
Zhou Kexun continued to verbally humiliate Jiang Nan, "You bitch, what are you doing running up Jade Peak in broad daylight
? Are you begging that pervert Wang Shan to torture you?" "No."
"Oh, then you must have run to Listening to the Flute Pavilion to find your flirtatious brother. I heard that He Yong just ran up there a few days ago to
offer yourself up to lose your virginity. Are you so impatient now that your father is gone? Or did He Yong tell you that Wang Yin was very powerful back then
? Hahaha." This time, Jiang Nan simply turned her head to the side, ignoring his vulgarities. The more Wang Yin watched from outside the door, the
more excited he became. So this was a projection of his inner self. Because of their nominal brother-sister relationship, his love for Jiang Nan
could only be hidden in his heart. And at this moment, Zhou Kexun's rape of Jiang Nan was a correct reflection of Wang Yin's subconscious.
"What's wrong? You're speechless now! Tell me! Tell me! When did he take your virginity
?" Zhou Kexun became increasingly excited, thrusting harder and harder. "Tell me! Tell me, tell me when you lost your virginity! You didn't even
let me have my first time. What a slut! I never would have guessed otherwise." Jiang Nan's body
moved back and forth with his thrusts, her breasts bobbing alluringly. Zhou Kexun grabbed Jiang Nan's long legs together with his left hand
, lifting them high above her head, while his right hand shoved aside Jiang Nan's right hand that was blocking her chest and grabbed her hard. "Ah!
It hurts..." Jiang Nan let out a soft cry, but it gave Zhou Kexun an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
His sinful right hand alternately kneaded her tender breasts, while his calloused palm rubbed her nipples until they
became even firmer. The right breast was the first to suffer, a once beautiful peach now ravaged and covered in bluish bruises
. His thumb and forefinger gripped the tip tightly, twisting and pulling it repeatedly. Jiang Nan, unable
to bear the dual torment of body and mind, covered her face with her hands and sobbed softly, silently enduring this cruelty.
The left breast was even more pitiful, its delicate tip being pinched hard with the knuckles of two fingers, twisting and turning repeatedly
. Hearing the groans, Zhou Kexun laughed heartily. He opened his right hand, simultaneously grasping and manipulating both breasts
, his five fingers taking turns, "lightly gathering, slowly twisting, rubbing, and picking." At this moment, the third party outside the door,
the pitiful Wang Yin, could only watch but not touch; his lower body swelled as if about to burst, his breathing quickened, and his right hand even felt an urge to masturbate.
"Why is he the sect leader while I'm nothing? Humph! If Master hadn't been biased and secretly passed on the sect's secret manuals
to him, who knows who would be the better martial artist now?" Zhou Kexun vented all his dissatisfaction and resentment towards Wang Shisi
on Jiang Nan, thrusting harder and harder with each stroke, even slapping Jiang Nan's buttocks with his scrotum.
"Go ahead and cry, it's no use crying. They've all gone out, who will come to save you! Your third brother, Wang Shan, has
been indulging in a world of sadomasochism for years. Not to mention that good-for-nothing who was recently exiled to Tingxiao Pavilion.
" He lowered Jiang Nan's legs to prepare for the final thrust. He pushed aside Jiang Nan's hands that were covering her beautiful face with his right hand
, looking at Jiang Nan's expression of unwillingness to accept this cruel reality. He pressed Jiang Nan's beautiful legs up with his left hand,
looked down at their genitals, and gently squeezed her clitoris with his right hand. "You slut, look how much
water's flowing down there! Still pretending to be a chaste virtuous woman. I'll show you what I'm capable of, and make you go into heat and
horny!" After resisting for a while, Jiangnan's defenses finally crumbled, and she involuntarily groaned, "Ah, ahh...
ah...
" Wang Yin had been outside the door the whole time, feeling more astonishment than excitement. At first, he was astonished by the sight,
then by Jiangnan's beauty. Only after hearing Jiangnan's groans did he regain some composure.
His eyes gradually flashed with the flames of anger, his gaze shifting from Jiangnan's alluring naked body to Zhou Kexun's unguarded
back. As his martial uncle, Zhou Kexun's martial arts were indeed far superior to Wang Yin's, only slightly inferior to Wang Shisi
. If Wang Yin missed his first strike, Zhou Kexun, once on guard, would have no further chance. He pondered the best
attack plan, aiming for a fatal blow.
But time was of the essence. Seeing that Zhou Kexun was about to ejaculate, Wang Yin was determined not to let that filthy substance spray
into Jiang Nan's body. He moved with the wind, drawing his jade flute from his robes and flipping his wrist, unleashing a move called "Hidden Dragon Soaring from the Abyss"—a
seemingly desperate, all-or-nothing attack. A
sudden gust of wind arose. Jiang Nan opened his long-closed eyes again, and Zhou Kexun immediately reacted.
Before the move could fully develop, Wang Yin flipped his wrist, his body shifting, transforming into "Flying Dragon in the Sky," drawing his attack back before unleashing it. Zhou Kexun,
though skilled in martial arts, was overwhelmed and could only turn around, tightly sealing his chest with both hands—now at a complete disadvantage
. Firstly, he was unprepared, and secondly, his posture was extremely awkward. Wang Yin had long known Zhou Kexun was inflexible, and
while he was nearby, he had already mentally rehearsed all the potential battle scenarios. Everything now was
exactly as he had anticipated.
Wang Yin landed on the ground, using the move "Long Serpent Spits Venom," his jade flute shooting forward like a gazelle's horns, leaving no trace.
Zhou Kexun, who had been on the verge of ejaculation, suddenly tensed up again, his waist tightening and his penis relaxing
, his body shuddering as he ejaculated. Wang Yin sneered, his jade flute striking Zhou Kexun's
chest directly. Using the jade flute as a sword, Zhou Kexun, though not pierced through the chest, was still severely injured. Wang Yin followed up
with a punch of his left hand, striking Zhou Kexun's Adam's apple, forcibly suppressing his scream. "Gurgle,
gurgle...
" Although Zhou Kexun's martial arts were superior, Wang Yin didn't give him an equal opportunity to fight him on equal terms. In the martial arts
world, the decisive factors in battle are not entirely internal strength and techniques, but also include mentality, wisdom, terrain, tactics, and many other factors. Therefore, Wang Yin was able to seize this opportunity to kill Zhou Kexun, whose martial arts were superior to his own
, despite being at a disadvantage in terms of absolute strength . "Are you alright? Put on your clothes, I'll go out first." Wang Yin suddenly thought of Jiang Nan's sudden misfortune, and how he was powerless to change anything. A sense of frustration and helplessness welled up in his heart. "What do you plan to do with him?" Jiang Nan said weakly. With his back to Jiangnan, who was tidying his clothes, Wang Yin said, "What else can I do? You know my status in the Green Mountain Sect. Besides, this time , I didn't even have a chance to defend myself." "He tried to take advantage of me, and then you killed him." "Father isn't stupid . With my martial arts skills, I couldn't possibly kill him openly. Father might say that the villain stumbled upon our good deed and then we harmed him. Then you can just say that I killed him." Wang Yin looked relaxed. Wang Jiangnan couldn't help but be moved. "Then, what about you ?" "I have to leave by tomorrow at the latest. Those left behind here are all his confidants. You...you, you'd better watch yourself." By the end, Wang Yin couldn't remain calm. His shoulders shrugged slightly. Fortunately, his back was to Jiangnan, so he couldn't see the complex expression on his face. The two remained silent. It was as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of them. (End of Chapter Four) Chapter Five Night gradually swallowed the last light. A nameless town welcomed Wang Shisi and the Green Mountain Sect. "Give the orders!" Qin Qi relayed Wang Shisi's command. "Disperse and find lodging. Further ahead is the Bloodstained Hall's territory. We'll decide what to do after Wang Qing and the others bring the information." Wang Shisi patted him on the shoulder. "Qin Qi, think about it carefully. We're already here; it's possible Wang Qing and the others haven't finished scouting yet. " "Then… Master Qing and the others…" "Heh, with Wang Qing's stubbornness and Cheng Gang's volatile temper, they've probably led their men straight to the Mad Wind Hall without authorization ." Qin Qi's expression changed. "Isn't Strategist Xi with them? This long-distance raid and a surprise attack ... If the other side is prepared and has the upper hand, the situation isn't optimistic!" "Who told Wang Qing to be so eager for merit? Let him suffer a little to mature him. Do n't let his stubbornness fool you; his swordsmanship is genuinely strong. However, it will be difficult for him to fight Feng Yuqiang, known as 'One Stick to Conquer Jiangdong,' one-on-one." Wang Shisi seemed to have arranged things this way intentionally. Looking at his determined eyes, Qin Qi was also filled with confidence for this dangerous battle. The gloomy sky seemed to conceal the fact that it was already noon. Wang Shisi and his men still hadn't received any information from Wang Qing and his group, even after sending out three groups to gather intelligence. The fourth disciple, Zhang Hao, bowed. "Master, I think the strategist and the others are in grave danger. What should we do next ? Making a decision as soon as possible is the best course of action." Wang Shisi's eyes remained fixed on the gate ahead, seemingly still hoping for the return of his eldest son, Wang Qing, and his group. The youngest son, Wang Tiao, echoed, "Father, should we attack the Mad Wind Hall directly or retreat quickly ? It wouldn't be good if the Bloodlust Sect discovered us while we're lingering at our headquarters." The eighth disciple, He Chong, was the most composed at this moment. "Give your master some time to think. We don't know whether the situation ahead is auspicious or inauspicious. If we retreat too early, what will happen if the strategist and the others have no one to meet them?" "Report!" A loud shout came from outside the gate. "Urgent report! Urgent report!" Wang Shisi's gaze finally relaxed, and his tense shoulders immediately relaxed. At this moment, this once powerful and influential figure suddenly appeared unusually old. "Send word!" "Report to the Sect Leader: The strategist and his group have been spotted at the front and are being escorted here. They are almost all wounded, and the Second Young Master is seriously injured. He was still unconscious when they met and had to be carried on someone's back." Wang Shisi's hands, resting on the armchair, were clenched tightly against the side, but his command remained calm. "Tell everyone to prepare for a possible evacuation or battle." "Sect Leader! Bo Xi is so sorry!" Military strategist Bo Xi spoke first, then coughed repeatedly, spitting out blood. Yi Chenggang looked like a snowman, his head, shoulders, chest, back, and legs all wrapped in bandages . "Sect Leader, just kill me with one blow! I failed to protect the Second Young Master." He choked back tears and snot , then looked up and shouted, "Fuck the Hot-Blooded Sect! Fuck Feng Yuqiang! It seems they already knew about me!"

"It was like a surprise attack. The Mad Wind Hall had an incredible number of men, and they even brought in a lot of good fighters. My brothers fought
tooth and nail to avoid being wiped out, but the Second Young Master was injured by that bastard Feng Yuqiang."
Xi Boxi patted Yi Chenggang and said slowly, "Besides the already known 'One-
Handed Stick Takes Jiangdong' Feng Yuqiang, who was guarding Mad Wind Hall, there were also the hall-level 'Wind and Thunder Double Blades' Wu Liguo and 'Two-Headed Snake' Yang Ping.
Normally, Wu Liguo and Yang Ping should be guarding their respective halls, not staying in Mad Wind Hall. We were indeed
careless, which led to such a crushing defeat."
At this moment, Chen Taihao, a servant who usually followed Xi Boxi, reported the whole story to Wang Shisi
.
"When we arrived near Kuangfeng Hall, we sent out scouts and found that the situation inside was exactly as we knew
. So, the Second Young Master and the strategist decided to act first and report later, and after a short rest,
we would launch a frontal assault on Kuangfeng Hall to catch them off guard. We indeed easily dealt with the enemies along the way, and they only realized
our ambush after we stormed into Kuangfeng Hall."
Qin Qi analyzed, "Then they probably didn't intentionally ambush you inside."
Chen Taihao explained, "Probably not. When we charged in, they were very flustered and didn't
effectively organize any resistance. If we had just killed Feng Yuqiang, we probably would have been able to take them down. The Second Young Master went
straight for Feng Yuqiang with his sword as soon as he found him."
He Yong asked impatiently, "Then where did Wu Liguo and Yang Ping, whom the strategist mentioned earlier, come from?
" "Ninth Miss, don't rush, let me explain slowly." Chen Taihao took a breath and continued. "At this moment,
the strategist was directing us to wipe out the remaining enemies, while Uncle Yi was preparing to go forward and fight Feng Yuqiang alongside the Second Young Master.
Suddenly, a large group of people appeared from the back mountain, led by Wu Liguo and Yang Ping! The strategist and Uncle Yi were tied up by them
and unable to go forward to help the Second Young Master."
Wang Shisi lowered his voice and said, "Continue." His words seemed to conceal complex emotions, it was hard to tell whether it was
anger or regret.
"We didn't have much of an advantage in numbers to begin with, we were just catching them off guard at the front. Now, with
the enemies coming from the back mountain, we were immediately plunged into a bitter battle, and many brothers died fighting bravely." The narrator took a breath.
Xi Boxi continued, "Originally, with Cheng Gang, the Second Young Master, and myself, taking down Feng Yuqiang shouldn't have been difficult. Now,
with the addition of 'Wind and Thunder Double Blades' Wu Liguo and 'Two-Headed Snake' Yang Ping, it's become a one-on-one fight between the Second Young Master and Feng. Feng Yuqiang's
reputation as 'One Stick to Conquer Jiangdong' is well-deserved. Let alone the Second Young Master, even I or Cheng Gang might not be able
to guarantee a victory against him. Cheng Gang and I wanted to quickly eliminate our current opponent to help, but the enemy isn't so
easily defeated. 'Wind and Thunder Double Blades' Wu Liguo, although his martial arts have improved in recent years, is being forced
into a defensive position by my iron grip, unable to get close. I can't do anything to him for the time being. Meanwhile, Yang Ping's double pistols
are countered by Cheng Gang's heavy hammer. The double pistols are unable to move nimbly against the heavy hammer, and an opening was quickly revealed.
" However, the Second Young Master was also forced to retreat step by step by Feng Yuqiang's staff. Wu Liguo also knew that dragging things out
would be advantageous to them, so he wielded his so-called Wind and Thunder Double Blades to keep me tightly entangled, preventing me from escaping to rescue the Second Young Master.
On the other side, Cheng Gang risked taking a "Two-Headed Snake's" "Antelope Horn" move, using his right shoulder to block Yang Ping's left pistol, and then
striking his opponent directly in the chest with his left hammer. The "Two-Headed Snake" couldn't retract his left hand in time and couldn't dodge, suffering a heavy blow to the chest,
fracturing his sternum and dying on the spot. Although Cheng Gang rushed over immediately after killing Yang Ping, by the time he reached the Second
Young Master, the Second Young Master had already taken two blows from Feng Yuqiang, his body shaky and unsteady, on the verge of death.
"Alas, it's all my fault for not rushing over to help sooner.
" Wang Shisi comforted him, "Cheng Gang, don't blame yourself. It was just that Wang Qing acted too impulsively." He paused, then continued
, "And then, didn't the strategist take down Wu Liguo? Seeing it was a two-on-one fight, Feng didn't linger, and that's how you all managed to
retreat safely
." He Yong panicked, interrupting, "Master, you weren't there, how do you know?" Wang Tiao laughed,
saying, "Uncle Yi was already injured and had to protect Second Brother, so Feng Yuqiang had no reason to stop. Only if the strategist got away
to help them could they possibly escape unscathed, right
?" The strategist nodded, "Indeed, as Eleventh Young Master and the Sect Leader said. However, I still took a blow from the injured
Wu Liguo, and Cheng Gang was also swept in the back by Feng's staff. That's how we managed to escape.
But many more brothers will have to stay in the Mad Wind Hall forever, never to return.
" Having said that, everyone turned their gaze to Wang Qing on the other bed. Everyone knew about Wang Qing's injuries; they were all
aware of the situation. The only question was whether he would wake up after taking the Nine-Turn Elixir and the Ginseng and Lingzhi Soup.
Seeing his beloved son suffer, Wang Shisi was overcome with grief. As a father and sect leader, he could say that
his flawed judgment and foolish decisions had ruined his eldest son's future.
At this moment, with his eyes tightly closed, Wang Shisi no longer seemed like the renowned leader of the Green Mountain Sect, but simply an
ordinary father. His tightly closed eyelids revealed wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, making him appear even
older and more lonely in his grief. What did it matter if he was highly skilled in martial arts, exceptionally talented, or the leader of a sect ? He still showed his weakness
in the face of the pain of losing his loved ones . "Cough...cough..." Wang Qing coughed weakly. Wang Shisi rushed to the bedside, looking at his weakened son, speechless for a moment. "Feng Yuqiang, Feng Yuqiang..." Seeing Wang Qing's persistent refrain, everyone sighed. "My son, don't be afraid. A temporary setback is nothing to fear. How could the mighty Qingshan Sect be afraid of a mere Feng Yuqiang?" "It's alright, it's alright..." Wang Qing's breath was fading, but he kept his eyes open with all his might, as if he knew that once they closed, he would never see the light again. "Qing'er, is there anything you still care about?" Wang Shisi asked in a low voice. "Ah! Ah... I can no longer serve my father." After saying the last word, he tilted his head to the side, not...

He willingly left the officialdom. Though his eyes had lost their luster, they still spoke of regret and resentment.
He Chong and He Yong were heartbroken and in pain, and even Wang Tiao bowed his head in silence. Yi Chenggang knelt for a long time
, weeping uncontrollably, repeatedly shouting that he was guilty. Wang Shisi, on the other hand, was the calmest, without a single tear in his eyes.
He stood up, shook his sleeves, looked at his grieving subordinates and juniors, and suddenly raised his head forward, "I,
Wang Shisi, will fight the Hot-Blooded Sect to the death!" He spoke the last four words with deliberate emphasis, each one powerful and resounding.
The autumn wind blows elsewhere, but fallen petals remain here.
To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter.
Chapter Six
The trembling paulownia tree tells of the ruthlessness of the autumn wind. Wild chrysanthemums bloom in defiance, but no one cares; summer flowers wither without a second thought.
Wang Yin stood with his hands behind his back, watching the birds frolic and play, oblivious to the passage of time. Behind him, in the house,
sat a stunningly beautiful young woman, Jiang Nan, her right hand supporting her chin, staring blankly at Wang Yin's retreating figure.
This day was difficult for Jiang Nan to accept. First, she witnessed her adoptive father and fellow disciples
going out to fight their mortal enemies at noon. Then, following the sound of the flute to Jade Peak behind the mountain, her meeting with Wang Yin overturned
her previous perception of this unrestrained adoptive brother. Seeing his focused expression on his painting, and recalling the enchanting flute
music, this art-loving adoptive brother didn't seem to be the unambitious, self-destructive person her senior brother had described
. Those hands, which should have been holding pens and flutes, were forced from childhood to adulthood to wield swords and wield palms. But
what can one change about their birth? Even the talented Zhao Ji and Li Yu couldn't change that. If Wang Yin had been born into an official family,
what kind of literary and romantic talent would he have possessed? Jiangnan's mind was already racing. Unconsciously, she felt deeply ashamed, embarrassed
that she had harbored such a deep prejudice against Wang Yin.
And this dashing and handsome sworn brother of hers had blushed and shown embarrassment during their conversation—
a far cry from the rumors of his dalliances and frequenting brothels. Could it be… no, no… Thinking this,
Jiangnan's thoughts were in disarray, her cheeks flushed crimson.
And the fact that her usually upright and honest martial uncle was a wolf in sheep's clothing was even harder for Jiangnan to accept. Thinking this,
her rosy cheeks instantly turned pale. Hearing his rambling nonsense, it seemed he had long ago forced his adoptive father's wives and concubines to engage in such illicit acts.
"I wonder if Second Sister and Third Sister have done it..." Jiangnan couldn't help but chuckle, then felt her face
burning.
What surprised her even more was that, in her despair, this adoptive brother had stepped forward and
killed the villain in one fell swoop. Now, thinking back,
it was hard to imagine that Wang Yin would disregard his adoptive father's prohibition and rashly descend Jade Peak just to deliver a silk scarf. Thinking of this, Wang Jiangnan's thoughts became increasingly chaotic.
While Jiangnan was lost in thought, Wang Yin had already turned around at some point, and looking at the goddess before him
, her expression a mixture of confusion and shyness, he was momentarily stunned.
Jiangnan was the first to recover, and seeing the dazed Wang Yin, she was also startled. He bowed his head and called out, "Fifth Senior Brother,
Fifth Senior Brother..."
"Oh! Oh... What is it?" Wang Yin knew he had lost his composure and pretended to be calm.
Jiang Nan also resumed her usual cold expression. "Have you dealt with that villain?" "I fed him to the dogs.
Don't pollute this verdant mountain."
Even icebergs have moments of melting. "Then... are you going to Jade Beauty Peak tonight?" "Probably
... If I could stay at Tingxiao Pavilion, accompanied by the gentle breeze and befriended by the green bamboo, finding solace in nature, then this life would not have been in vain."
Jiang Nan fell silent. She knew that Zhou Kexun's disappearance would be discovered sooner or later, and then Wang Yin probably wouldn't be able to
stay at Tingxiao Pavilion anymore. As the sun began to set, Wang Yin gazed at the fiery red clouds and, a thought struck him. He asked, "Hmm, do you know Father's battle strategy this time? " Jiang Nan recounted everything he knew in detail, but
Wang Yin's expression turned grave upon hearing it. Jiang Nan lowered his guard and inquired further. Wang Yin sighed, "How could this battle be so rash!" "Sun Tzu said, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' The Hot Blood Sect sent so many people to gather intelligence and scout the terrain, yet they still dared not challenge us to battle. We, on the other hand, acted rashly based on mere rumors. The difference in strength between the two sides is immediately apparent. Although speed is crucial in war, especially when the enemy is strong and we are weak, launching a powerful surprise attack is not a mistake." But what if this is just a ploy by the enemy to lure us in? If luring the enemy in is just wishful thinking, then if the enemy has already made preparations for our attack, then the success rate of a surprise attack will not be very high. Jiang Nan, already trembling with fear, couldn't help but ask, "Even so, this time the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark . If we take down Kuangfeng Hall in one fell swoop, and with the reinforcements from various places arriving later, perhaps we can defeat Hot Blood Sect in one fell swoop." Wang Yin waved his hand, "Kuangfeng Hall is a stronghold that Hot Blood Sect has painstakingly built up. Its strategic location is extremely important. Moreover, since they have long intended to attack, there's no reason not to use Kuangfeng Hall as a foothold for their advance." "You mean ... even if the other side doesn't notice our surprise attack, Kuangfeng Hall is already well-equipped and strong. Wouldn't we be walking right into their trap? " "That's not absolute, just my analysis. Besides, Father's plan is very clear: the strategist and the others should scout ahead first, and then attack after Father's forces arrive. If that's the case, taking down Kuangfeng Hall should be a foregone conclusion." Before Jiang Nan could catch his breath... Wang Yin paced back and forth, continuing his analysis: "Second Brother is always impulsive and greedy for credit , and Uncle Yi has a volatile temper. They might very well disobey orders and lead their men directly to attack Kuangfeng Hall." "Wait, they also have the strategist with them. It's unlikely they'd do that." "The strategist is on Wang Tiao's side, and Second Brother and Wang Tiao are already openly and covertly vying for the next sect leader position. Do you think the strategist won't stop their attack? I think Father 's arrangement has its reasons. Second Brother's previous missions have all gone too smoothly; perhaps Father wants to use Kuangfeng Hall to temper his arrogance. With the strategist and Uncle Yi accompanying them, theoretically, no matter how dangerous the environment, they can retreat unscathed."

Jiang Nan let out a long sigh. This seemingly simple personnel reshuffle was actually incredibly complex. Jiang Nan
's opinion of Wang Yin had changed once again.
"How will the battle unfold afterward?" "If I overestimated the Bloodlust Sect, and they weren't
prepared to attack us early enough, then the three forward branches, including the Gale Hall, would definitely fall to our forces. But
their strength is still there; it's almost impossible for us to advance any further. If the Bloodlust Sect had already
plotted against our Green Mountain Sect, and all their forces had already assembled, then once they learned that we were going all out, Father and his family
would be in a difficult position."
"Can Father and his family handle the Bloodlust Sect's relentless encirclement?" "That's manageable. If they keep targeting
our forces, Father and his family can simply retreat. With the natural defenses of our Twenty-Four Bridges, holding them off shouldn't be
a problem. The worst-case scenario is that they bypass Father and his family and come straight for us. Then Father and his family will be in a dilemma.
If they retreat, they will be attacked from both sides. If we are confident that we can defeat the Bloodlust Sect head-on
..." Then there's no need for risky tactics. If we let the enemy's strength go unchecked and directly break through the enemy forces like the Mad Wind Hall on the front lines, or
head straight for the Hot Blood Sect's altar, we might be able to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao."
Jiang Nan asked in a trembling voice, "What if our godfather and the others can't be saved?
" Wang Yin also stopped, and said helplessly, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate." "But... but the front lines
... the Twenty-Four Bridges are impregnable, and the back mountains are easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Hot Blood Sect might not be able to break through, right
?" Jiang Nan retorted, trying to comfort himself.
"Theoretically, that's true. But this isn't just theoretical. First, those remaining here aren't
the elite of our Qingshan Sect. We're just an ordinary martial arts sect, not a seasoned, battle-hardened army. Many seemingly
feasible strategies will be greatly compromised in practice. Second, the area beneath the Twenty-Four Bridges isn't a raging torrent
, but merely a slightly turbulent mountain stream. If the opposing side has a clear numerical advantage, we can
launch a strong attack from the bridges while simultaneously trying to find a way across the water. Building a bridge or wading across isn't too difficult if we're determined
. As for the back mountain, unless it's completely blocked off, with an overwhelming numerical advantage, especially
a numerical advantage of experts, even the most formidable pass will be conquered in time."
Jiang Nan was utterly astonished after listening to Wang Yin's lengthy explanation. Although no
one would have been foolish enough to believe that the Green Mountain Sect could easily defeat the Bloodlust Sect before Wang Shisi and his group set off, Wang Yin's pessimistic yet
insightful analysis truly shocked Jiang Nan. The disparity was so great that he found it hard to accept, and Jiang Nan could only
drift into a daze once more.
The moon rose in the west. But this moment seemed to have come so late; at least in Jiang Nan's mind, the daytime portion of this day
felt unusually long.
Just as Wang Yin was about to get up to take his leave, a strange voice suddenly came from outside, asking, "Tenth Miss,
is your father still in your room?" "Hahaha, how could Tenth Miss have time to answer her brother's low-level questions
?"
Wang Yin and Jiang Nan were both startled. Wang Yin immediately calmed down and turned to the pale-faced Jiang Nan, saying,
"What's coming will come. What's there to be afraid of? At worst, I'll just die
. I'll take care of whatever happens to you." The boldness that had been hidden deep in his heart broke through the shell. Wang Yin, who had endured for several years in the Green Mountain Sect,
regained his former unrestrained and carefree attitude in front of his beloved goddess.
The two of them understood that it was Zhou Kexun's two sons, Zhou Tong and Zhou Shun, calling out from outside the door. Zhou Shun
, completely unrestrained, said, "Father is so shameless, forgetting us brothers in his lovemaking!" His elder brother, Zhou Tong,
laughed too, "Hahaha, don't rush, filial piety comes first.
Let Father have his fill first, we can watch from the sidelines, hahaha..."
As the footsteps drew closer, their words became increasingly lewd. In their eyes, their father's actions were
guaranteed to be foolproof; their countless previous successes had completely lowered their guard, and they only wanted
to see with their own eyes how beautiful the stunningly beautiful Jiangnan was when she was naked.
It turned out that the two had been staying with their father at the Green Mountain Sect for years, and had often been punished by Zhou Ke for their misdeeds.
This time, their father had already declared that he would definitely ride the proud Phoenix King Jiangnan. The two men were already itching for a fight
, burning with desire, but since their father hadn't returned by sunset, they had come straight here.
Wang Yin's fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his anger burning fiercely. He could tolerate any
insult to him, but he couldn't accept Zhou Tong and Zhou Shun's blatant insult to Jiangnan. Killing intent overflowed
, sword energy filled the air, and even Jiangnan behind him couldn't help but shiver.
In just a few seconds, Wang Yin seemed like a completely different person. Jiangnan had just thought he understood this man,
but now he realized he knew absolutely nothing about Wang Yin.
Zhou Shun, walking ahead, was taken aback when he saw Wang Yin standing there. "What are you doing here?
" Zhou Tong, behind him, patted his shoulder. "Oh, Fifth Young Master and Tenth Miss, please forgive our rudeness in interrupting your
good time. Aha, we're just uncouth and don't know any manners, please forgive us." "No wonder Tenth Miss ignored us;
it turns out she has this pale-faced scholar, Wang Yin, by her side."
Seeing Jiang Nan's panicked expression, and deeply convinced that their father had already succeeded, the two became even more reckless
. In their minds, Wang Yin, just as Zhou Shun had said, was merely a pale-faced scholar with weak martial arts skills who only knew fancy moves
.
"Ah, didn't Wang Yin just deflower the Ninth Miss? How come he's seducing the Tenth Miss now?
" "Brother, you don't know this. I think the Tenth Miss couldn't bear the loneliness and didn't want to fall behind, so she invited
Wang Yin down the mountain. So…" Before he could finish, Wang Yin had already flown in front of him, his right hand holding a jade flute high, and brought
it down on Zhou Shun's head as he turned to speak. He roared like thunder, "Go see your lecherous father!"
This blow came suddenly and with unstoppable force. To Zhou Shun, the jade flute in Wang Yin's hand, without a blade or edge, was actually sharper than…
Even more formidable than the gleaming Longquan sword. Though no sword was in hand, the sword light shone like a bolt of lightning
; a simple slash enveloped Zhou Shun's entire body in sword energy, leaving him nowhere to dodge or evade.
His brother, Zhou Tong, though making sarcastic remarks, had been watching Wang Yin intently. Seeing the flash before him, he
immediately pulled Zhou Shun, whose legs were trembling with fear, backward. Had it not been for his right hand striking
Zhou Shun's shoulder earlier, that jade flute would have been fatal.
Wang Yin, missing his attack, didn't stop. With a flick of his wrist, the jade flute traced a semi-circle, a move called "Calm and
Soft," aimed at several acupoints on Zhou Tong's chest.
After witnessing that thunderous strike, Zhou Tong no longer dared to underestimate this "pale-faced scholar." Seeing his first move
, "Calm and breezy," a combination of parrying and striking, like a coiled snake poised to strike, Zhou Tong, no ordinary man,
drew his sword and used a feint, "Phoenix Nodding," his wrist twitching as the sword tip swayed, intending to counter each move
.
This counter-attack was quite beautiful, demonstrating Zhou Tong's skill. "Calm and breezy" was merely a variation,
not a particularly deadly strike. "Phoenix Nodding," however, could adapt to the opponent's moves, theoretically countering
Wang Yin's subsequent killing blow.
But through his trembling sword tip, Zhou Tong saw Wang Yin's jade flute drawing ever closer, yet the sword's momentum seemed to wane without any
change in technique. "Phoenix Nodding," meant to facilitate a subsequent change in technique, was now completely useless,
because Wang Yin ultimately didn't use any change in technique.
The jade flute traced an exquisitely graceful arc. Wang Yin's right hand, holding the flute, was already twisting its wrist; everyone knew that
any further movement with a reversed hand would be incredibly difficult. Yet, with a flick of his wrist, he sent the jade flute through Zhou Tong's
frantically swirling swordplay, striking his enemy directly in the acupoint on the chest.
Zhou Tong's eyes bulged; even in death, he couldn't believe that this seemingly effortless "calm and collected" technique could actually create such a powerful and deadly attack
.
Wang Yin's characteristic freedom of movement in martial arts was something he had cultivated unconsciously. He indulged in
nature and art, naturally unrestrained, and as a free-spirited and unconventional person, his recent setbacks had only intensified his dissolute lifestyle
. This so-called "freedom of movement" was a direct result of this.
In truth, he had already broken free from the constraints of techniques and routines. Though his jade flute served as a sword, his sword energy still soared to the heavens
. He himself had become a sword, no longer needing a sword in his hand.
But who could have imagined that all of this stemmed from the fact that he had pawned his sword during his last descent from the mountain? The reason
was simply to exchange it for money so he could avoid going to the Green Mountain Sect for as long as possible.
Upon seeing Zhou Tong killed, Wang Yin's pent-up anger dissipated considerably, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl. Zhou Shun
had already recovered. Seeing his elder brother, whose martial arts were superior to his own, die in one move at the hands of the enemy before him, he no longer had
the courage to fight on the front lines. He immediately dodged.
Wang Yin, also delayed by his howl, only saw Zhou Shun in the winding corridor.
Zhou Shun shouted, "Watch the stone!" and swung his hand at Wang Yin, who was following closely behind.
Wang Yin instinctively dodged to the side, only to find it empty upon closer inspection.
Having already passed through the winding corridor, Wang Yin was closing in on the wide avenue. Zhou Shun shouted again,
"Watch out for the stone!"
Wang Yin, not wanting to suffer the same fate, reached out to grab Zhou Shun. Unexpectedly, a stone actually flew from Zhou Shun's hand.
At such close range, Wang Yin couldn't dodge in time, and a sharp pain shot through his chest
. He suspected a broken sternum, but it wasn't serious; his blood and qi surged, and he coughed repeatedly.
When Jiang Nan arrived, Zhou Shun had already vanished. Seeing Wang Yin still smiling at Jiang Nan, he said,
"He won't die, just a few broken bones. Too bad I couldn't catch Zhou Shun. Hmph, judging from his tone, they've done quite a few evil deeds before
, cough cough cough..." A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

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