Sanfeng, one of the Three Immortals of the Martial World

A sacred mountain, shrouded in mist and clouds year-round, was now shrouded in spiritual energy. Several silver streaks of light darted through the clouds like shooting stars, further enhancing the mountain's ethereal aura.

Suddenly, these streaks of light plummeted down, heading straight for the chest of a Taoist priest standing atop the mountain. Their speed was indescribable. The Taoist priest, however, remained calm and composed, seemingly unfazed by the fierce onslaught. He even straightened his chest to meet the approaching streaks. And then, a strange thing happened: the streaks of light pierced the Taoist priest's chest, yet he remained unharmed. It turned out that these streaks of light were the result of the Taoist priest's sword-wielding technique, specifically one of his most powerful skills, the "Heart Sword Technique." It was strange that the Taoist priest was unscathed.

This Taoist priest, though middle-aged and possessing an air of otherworldly refinement, exuded extraordinary charisma. His eyes revealed his arrogance and self-confidence. The priest, named Sanfeng, had lived in this mountain since beginning his Taoist studies. His obsessive love of martial arts had led him to believe himself invincible. If he hadn't promised his deceased master, Sanfeng would already be the number one martial artist in the world. The reason he unleashed his Heart Sword today was because his master's time was up, and to vent his frustration, he was releasing the full power of his sword energy to dispel his resentment.

Just as Sanfeng was about to emerge from the martial world, he heard the cacophony of birds. Intrigued, he used his "Soaring Through the Void" lightness skill to fly towards the direction of the noise.

A dozen or soaring birds of prey relentlessly attacked a large eagle. The eagle, however, seemed to offer no resistance, silently enduring the relentless assault. Given its size, dealing with these birds would have been a piece of cake, yet for some reason, it stubbornly endured their attacks. The Taoist Sanfeng

, who had arrived nearby, was intrigued by the eagle's behavior. With a flick of his robe, he easily defused the eagle's predicament. Seeing intervention, the birds of prey wisely flew away, leaving the eagle alone to tend to its wounds.

The Taoist Sanfeng quickly arrived at the giant eagle's side. Upon seeing Sanfeng, the eagle lowered its head, as if thanking him for saving its life. Looking at Sanfeng with great delight, the eagle exclaimed, "What a spiritually gifted eagle! With your abilities, you can easily drive away any raptors that attack you, yet you can withstand such an assault. Do you perhaps wish to cultivate the Tao and escape the animalistic path?" As soon as Sanfeng finished speaking, the eagle seemed to understand, nodding vigorously at him. Sanfeng, even more amused, said, "What a daring eagle! Today was originally the day I entered the mortal world, but we have met. It is fate. If you wish to cultivate the Tao, I will stay a few more years and guide you into the Tao." "I will help you escape the path of the beast. But you must also know that with your current cultivation level, to escape the path of the beast, you must go through many tribulations and trials, and these are very difficult to convert. Are you mentally prepared?" When the eagle heard that Sanfeng was willing to guide it into the Dao, it was overjoyed and flapped its two large wings, nodding vigorously at Sanfeng. So Sanfeng asked the eagle to return with him to his cultivation place, and the eagle began its cultivation path... Time flew by, and twenty years passed in an instant. A man and an eagle walked out of the cave that had been made of mountains. The eagle was even more full of spiritual energy, and the Daoist Sanfeng was still as handsome as ever, as if he had not changed due to the passage of time.

At this moment, the Taoist Sanfeng spoke earnestly to the giant eagle: "Eagle, all good things must come to an end. Twenty years have passed since I introduced you to the Tao, and your cultivation is already close to that of a half-immortal. However, the path to immortality is not so easy. As the saying goes, 'The master leads you through the door, but the cultivation is up to you.' I have already passed on the method of entering the Tao to you; the rest is up to your destiny. Our shared destiny has been fulfilled, and we must part ways to avoid hindering your cultivation. But you need not worry, for I have already calculated for you. In the years to come, besides the tribulations you are destined to endure, you will also meet a new master, and this new master will be your ally." You are destined to become an immortal, and I hope you can live well with him. I hope to see you soon, so that my efforts in cultivating you will not have been in vain. Go, you foolish bird, take good care of yourself. I will be waiting for you there. After Sanfeng finished speaking, he gently sent the general to the sky with both hands. The eagle looked back at Sanfeng from time to time and cried softly. The scene of parting made the Taoist who was about to become an immortal shed tears of reluctance. (2)

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the world was still in chaos, and the lives of the people were even more miserable. In particular, the corrupt officials who had been recruited by the previous dynasty made the people suffer. The founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, was originally from the Green Forest, which made the underworld rampant and made the martial arts world dirty. When the righteous people saw that the martial arts world was in such chaos, they all protected themselves and swept the snow in front of their own door. No one was willing to contribute their efforts to the martial arts world.

Seeing the state of the world, the Taoist Sanfeng, having entered the martial arts world, realized he couldn't single-handedly reverse the situation. Therefore, he decided to use martial arts to make friends and awaken righteous individuals to contribute to the martial arts community.

Sword Fortress, as its name suggests, is a fortress housing all the world's finest swords. Its master, Ximen Jian, is a highly skilled swordsman, renowned for his "Sinking Wave Sword Technique," and a peculiar individual obsessed with swords and martial arts. Today, a Taoist carrying a heavy, unsharpened sword arrived at the gates of Sword Fortress. After the gatekeeper inquired about his purpose, he went inside to seek permission. Within moments, the Taoist was invited into the fortress.

Upon entering, the Taoist immediately recognized the fortress's architecture as belonging to no ordinary person. While browsing, he heard a deep, resonant laugh approaching from afar. The newcomer was none other than Ximen Jian, the master of Sword Fortress.

Why was Ximen Jian so cheerful? He was overjoyed to learn from his disciples that someone had come to challenge him to a martial arts duel. Ximen Jian was a martial arts enthusiast, and since his challenge to various sects with his Chenlang Sword Technique ten years prior, no one had dared to spar with him. This led the martial arts fanatic to become a nobody, and he, feeling isolated and invincible, declared himself unrivaled. Therefore, knowing that someone had come to challenge him was more exciting than receiving a million taels of gold.

When Ximen arrived at the arena, Sanfeng politely greeted him. Ximen Jian immediately recognized that this Taoist priest would be a worthy opponent and warmly chatted with him, as if they were old friends. The two thus began their impromptu duel. The two exchanged words, leaving the disciples standing around the examination hall utterly bewildered. Little did they know that this literary contest was far more dangerous than the martial arts contest. Besides demonstrating their skills, they were also implicitly testing their internal strength. The sight of them, swords drawn and backs drenched in sweat, revealed the immense effort they were putting in.

Time ticked by, yet Ximen Jian and Sanfeng remained motionless, like statues frozen in place. They fought for three days and three nights, from sunrise to sunset, from night to day, leaving Ximen Jian's disciples utterly astonished.

Suddenly, Ximen Jian let out a muffled groan, staggering back three steps before regaining his footing. Sanfeng, however, merely shrugged and calmly watched Ximen Jian.

"Ha, ha, ha, I haven't felt this good in a long time! Thank you for your mercy, Daoist Master. If you hadn't stopped in time, I, Ximen Jian, would be a cripple by now. However, I haven't had enough of the literary test yet. Why don't you stay at this fortress and I'll host a welcome feast for you? Three days later, we'll have a martial arts test. What do you think?" Ximen Jian, having met his match, was unwilling to let this Daoist with extraordinary skills leave. So he had his disciples take Sanfeng to the VIP room to rest, while he himself returned to his room as if he had found a treasure.

As Ximen Jian walked to his most beloved concubine's room, he felt no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, he felt even more refreshed and energetic, as if he were full of vitality. Of course, Ximen Jian also knew that this was a gift from Sanfeng. During the competition between the two, Sanfeng indirectly refined the impure internal energy in his body, which made his cultivation level rise to another level. This also made Ximen Jian think of his beloved concubine who was only sixteen years old and wanted to find his former virility from her.

Gently pushing open the door, Ximen Jian intended to surprise his beloved concubine, Xiao Jing. However, the scene before him left him speechless. Xiao Jing lay half-naked on the bed, one hand kneading her snow-white breasts, the other holding a two-inch-wide dildo, which she was thrusting back and forth between her legs. She was moaning softly, her alluring figure captivating, her phoenix eyes half-closed, panting heavily. This sight revived Ximen Jian's half-broken manhood, causing it to bulge like a lion's cry.

Ximen Jian quietly approached Xiao Jing's bedside, his clothes already removed. He climbed onto the bed, kneading her other breast while grasping her hand at her genitals, guiding it into her already throbbing vulva.

This sudden action startled Xiao Jing. Opening her eyes and recognizing Ximen Jian, her face flushed red. She playfully accused him of sneaking to scare her, her alluring expression causing Ximen Jian's penis to throb violently, striking Xiao Jing's snow-white body. When Xiao Jing saw Ximen Jian's angry, hot penis, her surprised expression made Ximen Jian unable to resist pulling out the dildo still inside her. He flipped over and pressed himself against her, aiming his penis at her wet opening, thrusting deep inside. Xiao Jing was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she babbled incoherently and cried out incessantly.

Seeing Xiao Jing's strong reaction and enthusiastic response, Ximen Jian's heroic spirit soared. He thrust wildly and forcefully, each time penetrating deep into Xiao Jing's core, making her blush and pant heavily.

Having not felt such virility in a long time, Ximen Jian not only vigorously fucked his beloved concubine Xiao Jing, but also felt grateful for the favor bestowed upon him by Zhang Sanfeng. Moreover, he fucked Xiao Jing so hard that she cried out that she couldn't take it anymore, having finally regained her masculine prowess.

"Ah...ah...oh...oh...God...uh...uh...woo...woo...oh...it feels so good...Master...fuck...fuck faster...yes...fuck harder...oh...oh...oh..." "Master...your big cock...fucks me so well...it feels so good...oh oh...God...when did you become so strong...ah...ah ah ah...uh...uh...uh...good...so good...you...you make...me...feel so good...uh...uh...uh...uh...yes...yes...that's...it's...like...I...I...ah...ah...ah...ah..." "Hmm...hmm...so good...you...make...me...feel so good...so good...Master...hmm...hmm...it's really good...yes...faster...continue...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah...oh...oh..." Seeing Xiao Jing's lewd appearance, Ximen Jian fucked her while asking her if she felt very good.

Xiao Jing closed her eyes and didn't answer, instead tightly embracing Ximen Jian's body, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Seeing that he had finally aroused her so much, Ximen Jian felt an unprecedented sense of superiority, and thus he fucked Xiao Jing even more vigorously. Xiao Jing ultimately couldn't withstand Ximen Jian's intense onslaught, and after experiencing more than three orgasms, she completely passed out. At that moment, Ximen Jian let out a soft moan, ejaculated all his essence, and exhausted, collapsed onto Xiao Jing, falling asleep contentedly.

(3)

The three-day deadline arrived quickly. When Sanfeng saw Ximen Jian arrive at the arena looking radiant, he smiled knowingly. Ximen Jian then knelt down on one knee in front of Sanfeng and said gratefully, "Thank you for your kindness, Daoist Master. I am truly grateful that my cultivation has improved." Sanfeng fully accepted Ximen Jian's kneeling gesture and reached out to help him up. He said to Ximen Jian, "Lord Ximen, you don't need to be so polite. I just didn't want to see you unable to improve your cultivation due to impure internal energy. It was just a small favor, so you don't need to worry about it. Don't we still have a martial arts competition today? If we continue to be so polite, then there will be no competition." After Sanfeng finished speaking, the two smiled at the same time and then assumed their fighting stances.

The sword Ximen Jian held at this moment was forged from millennia-old cold iron. It was twelve inches long and two inches wide, a top-tier sword capable of cutting through iron like mud, named "Changhong" (Rainbow). Ximen Jian's fingers formed a sword incantation, and a

faint sword aura could be seen emanating from the tip. Seeing Ximen Jian's sword stance, Sanfeng also took down his heavy, long, blunt sword from his back, awaiting Ximen Jian's attack. Ximen Jian let out a soft shout, and the opening move of his Shenlang Sword Technique, "Waves Rise Without Wind," unleashed a powerful sword net that enveloped Sanfeng, engulfing him completely. Seeing the approaching sword shadows, Sanfeng calmly swung his heavy sword. Swords and figures clashed repeatedly in the arena, the clanging of weapons echoing throughout. The sword energy emanating from both fighters affected everything in the arena, leaving nothing unscathed. The disciples who had been standing in the arena also withdrew to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ximen Jian finally lost by a single strike. He was filled with immense admiration and longing for Zhang Sanfeng's unparalleled swordsmanship, and humbly inquired of the Daoist Zhang Sanfeng why his swordsmanship was so superb.

"Lord Ximen," Sanfeng said, "the sword moves with lightness and grace. Though light and long, the sword is still made of iron, which hinders its speed. If you can transform the tangible into the intangible, your swordsmanship will improve even further." Sanfeng explained the essence of swordsmanship to Ximen Jian, who, overjoyed, inquired about how to transform the tangible into the intangible. Sanfeng generously shared his knowledge with Ximen Jian. Thanks to Sanfeng's guidance, Ximen Jian later became the leader of the righteous path, annihilating the underworld.

From then on, Sanfeng traveled throughout the martial arts world, befriending various schools of swordsmanship, fist techniques, and palm techniques. Through Sanfeng's guidance, the martial arts of each school improved significantly. Encouraged by Sanfeng, the various schools finally cooperated, contributing to the martial arts world. In gratitude for Zhang Sanfeng's benevolence, the righteous martial arts world bestowed upon him the title of "Martial Saint"—Daoist Sanfeng. Daoist Sanfeng successfully united the righteous to resist tyranny, and he also completed his research into martial arts.

One day, while resting and drinking tea in a teahouse, a disheveled young man, dressed in tattered clothes and carrying an iron sword with a cloth-wrapped hilt and a rusty blade, approached Zhang Sanfeng and challenged him to a sword duel. Zhang Sanfeng, seeing the young man's disheveled appearance, recognized his exceptional martial arts talent and agreed to the duel to test his abilities. The

winner of the duel was, of course, Daoist Sanfeng, but he was even more impressed by the young man's skill. Especially after learning that the young man's swordsmanship was self-taught and that he had defeated dozens of skilled swordsmen, he developed a keen interest in him and decided to nurture him into a master swordsman.

Thus, under Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, the young man began his journey to becoming a top-tier swordsman. Zhang Sanfeng even gifted him his heavy sword, which became known as the future legendary swordsman "Dugu Qiubai." This heavy sword later fell into the hands of Yang Guo, and the Divine Condor also encountered him later in life, as if preordained. Later, when the Yin-Yang Demon wreaked havoc on the martial world, Zhang Sanfeng, along with the South Sea Divine Nun and the Heavenly Tribulation Master, joined forces to annihilate the demon, and was subsequently hailed by the martial arts world as one of the Three Immortals of the Martial World.

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