Sword God Legend

I have few vivid memories of my childhood before the age of seven. The most profound scene in my mind is the night of the massacre that wiped out my Ximen family. Our Ximen family was actually a long-established bakery in the capital, with a history of over a hundred years.
My father had worked diligently since inheriting the business from my grandfather, and within just a few years, he had become the richest man in the capital. I was the only son in the family, with only one older sister. My sister was sixteen years old, and her beauty was beyond compare; she was a renowned beauty in the capital. Every day, countless men came to propose marriage, either coveting our family's wealth or my sister's beauty, but she rejected them all. The main reason my elder sister refused to marry was because of me. Ever since my mother died in childbirth, my sister had taken on the role of mother, diligently caring for me. Therefore, we had a very close relationship from a young age. Unfortunately, this deep bond later turned into a painful memory.

On New Year's Eve when I was seven, our whole family gathered for our annual reunion dinner. This was actually a grand event for our Ximen family, with nearly a hundred people, including servants and maids, gathered together. We celebrated the arrival of the new year as a family, sharing the fruits of our labor—it was truly exciting. Sadly, no one could have imagined beforehand that this meal would be the Ximen family's last. Just as everyone was joyfully enjoying their reunion dinner, the front door was suddenly kicked open violently.

In a flash, dozens of tall, burly men swarmed in, easily subduing all the men in the house. In the chaos, my father pushed me into a hidden compartment for refuge, while he fought the bandits. Ultimately, he was no match for the skilled bandits; with a swift swing of his cauldron, bloodied heads rolled to the ground. The bandits slaughtered all the men in the house, while the maids were subjected to various forms of assault. Ten of the bandits, who seemed to be the leaders, pinned my sister aside and frantically tore off her clothes. One of the leaders, impatiently, thrust his penis into my sister's virginity. "I never thought I'd have the chance to taste the beauty of the Ximen family." The bandit, raping his sister, said excitedly. His ugly penis went in and out of his sister's tender vagina, and virgin blood flowed down his penis to the ground. His sister twisted and struggled helplessly, but she could not escape her tragic fate of being defiled.

The bandit, having satisfied himself, withdrew his penis from his sister's vagina, and strands of cloudy white semen slowly flowed out of her tender vagina. A second bandit was already pressing down on his sister's body. Peeking through the hidden compartment, I watched the hell on earth unfold outside. More and more bandits joined in the abuse of my sister, while her struggles and resistance grew weaker and weaker until she was finally forced to submit to the bandits' defilement of her once-pure body.

The tragedy continued for over an hour, until all the bandits had completely satisfied their desires. My sister lay on the ground, barely alive, her snow-white body covered in the bandits' semen, especially her lower body, which was a complete mess, blood constantly gushing from her vagina, showing the severe damage it had suffered. I waited until all the bandits had left before emerging from the hidden compartment. I held my dying sister in my arms, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. Seeing that I was unharmed, my sister breathed a sigh of relief. She gently stroked my tear-streaked face, instructing me to go to Guangdong to find my uncle and plan for my future, before calmly leaving me.

I felt her delicate body grow cold in my arms, my heart filled with boundless rage and hatred. Ignoring her instructions, I picked up a long sword in the hall and followed the hoofprints in front of the door, tracking down those damned bandits. I chased them for three days and three nights without sleep or food, finally collapsing in the boundless jungle. As I felt my senses slowly fading, the thought of seeing my father and sister again after death filled me with a strange sense of anticipation. But fate is often so mysterious. When you deliberately seek death, death often evades you. In the instant I was about to collapse, I felt myself being lifted up by a pair of strong arms. The man who rescued me used his agility, and I felt a gust of wind behind my head, like a bird soaring through the sky. My mind relaxed, and I fell into a deep sleep, only knowing that my life had been fortunately saved.

On the verge of death, I felt my body fluctuating between hot and cold, as if my soul was about to leave my body. But whenever I faced the edge of death, a warm hand would always be placed against my back, and a gentle warmth would flow from the palm into my body, coursing through my limbs and meridians.

I vaguely knew that someone was using profound skills to help me fight against the disease, but having lost my will to live, my condition improved extremely slowly. Ten days later, I was fully recovered. I left the sickbed, where I had trembled for ten days, feeling incredibly hungry. I saw a bowl of warm rice porridge beside my bed and felt deeply grateful for the care shown to me by the inhabitants.

As I ate and stepped outside, the sun rose in the east. I followed the morning sunlight into the garden and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man tending to his potted plants in the distance. I knew in my heart that this must be the person who had saved my life. I was still hundreds of steps away from him when his gentle voice reached my ears: "Young man, are you finally cured?" I was stunned. He was carrying me with his back to me, yet he could sense my approach from such a distance. Moreover, the man's voice was neither warm nor cold, as if it were coming from right next to my ear, fully demonstrating his profound skill.

Unexpectedly, I walked up to the man and knelt down respectfully: "Ximen Chuixue thanks you for saving my life, senior. May I ask your esteemed name?" The man turned around, and in an instant, I felt his sharp gaze scrutinize me from head to toe. He continued, "It's nothing, not worth mentioning. My friends in the martial world know I love drinking, so they call me the Drunken Sword Immortal. Over time, I even forgot my real name." I knew that some reclusive martial arts masters preferred to remain anonymous, so I didn't press the matter further.

While watering the bonsai, the Sword Immortal asked me, "Young brother, why have you been running around the mountains without sleep or rest, carrying a sharp sword, until you've caught a cold?" "Senior, please just call me Chuixue," I replied. I was grateful that the person before me had spent years of arduous cultivation to save me, so I couldn't help but recount the tragedy of my family's massacre.

After hearing my story, the senior monk couldn't help but sigh, "Chuixue, do you have a place to stay?" Hearing the senior monk's tone soften, I knew that as long as I learned even a move or two from him, revenge would be just around the corner. So I hurriedly said, "Chuixue has nowhere to go. Please, senior monk, take me as your disciple!" The senior monk turned his face away, looking at me coldly, his sharp gaze seeming to see through my intentions: "I think your deceased family would have wanted you to live a happy and joyful life, not a path of no return filled with江湖仇杀 (jianghu chōng, a world of martial arts and chivalry)." I knew this opportunity was fleeting, so I pleaded repeatedly, "From the moment my family was massacred, happiness was destined to be out of my reach. I beg you, senior, to grant my request." The senior carefully assessed my sincerity and finally said helplessly, "Since you insist on becoming my disciple, you must undergo a test. There is a tavern at the foot of the mountain, five kilometers from here. Go there and fetch ten catties of women's red wine for me. You have one hour." After saying this, he handed me enough silver for six months and turned to go back into the house.

Carrying ten catties of heavy items back and forth along a ten-kilometer mountain path would be difficult even for an adult, and I knew that the senior wanted me to give up and return to a life of happiness. But the thought of my sister, raped to death, and my father, whose head was severed while saving me, reignited the burning passion within me. Knowing it was futile, I still insisted on doing it.

Finally, before the one-hour deadline, I returned to the house, covered in wounds and carrying ten catties of fine wine. My senior, observing my fighting spirit and determination, finally understood my stubbornness. He helped me, who was half-dead, and said, "Very good, Fubuki, you indeed have the potential to become a first-rate swordsman. From now on, you will follow me!" I sensed my senior's long-held expectations and painstaking efforts, knowing that this might be the third person to treat me kindly after my father and sister's deaths. I knelt down sincerely, called him "Master," and respectfully performed the apprenticeship ceremony.

The next morning, after my master and I had breakfast... I followed my master into the woods behind the house. We walked for nearly a quarter of an hour before finally stopping in front of a waterfall. My master looked at me quietly, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by a stern and righteous tone. "Chuixue," he said, "before I teach you martial arts, I hope you will swear a solemn oath never to kill the innocent with your sword. Otherwise, even if you become invincible, I will still bear the responsibility of eliminating evil for the people." Then, his voice softened. "Chuixue, I am actually thinking of you. Because your bloodlust is too strong, I fear you will stray into the demonic path and ultimately fall into an abyss of no return." I understood that my master's earnest advice was for my own good, so I followed him and swore an oath.

After I made my vow, my master continued, "In my lifetime, I created two unparalleled sword techniques. One is the 'Mysterious Heaven Dragon Slayer Technique,' a sword for the living, and the other is the 'Cross Soul-Chasing Sword,' a sword for killing. These two sword techniques are inherently complementary yet mutually restraining. Chuixue, which one do you want to learn?" I vaguely felt the allure of the killing sword's name and made my choice without hesitation. My master seemed to have already guessed my choice and, without saying anything, began to explain the sword technique to me.

Time flew by, and my master's Cross Soul-Chasing Sword was indeed profound and extensive. In addition to sword techniques, it also included internal energy cultivation, lightness skills, defensive techniques, and even methods for using the sword to break hidden weapons. It took me a whole year to learn the first four moves.

Today, my master instructed me strictly as usual, and I practiced diligently for two hours like a waterfall. My master carefully corrected my mistakes and patiently taught me, making me fully feel the deep affection between master and disciple. Seeing me staring blankly at him, my master asked, "Fubuki, is there anything you don't understand?" Because my master had been patiently instructing me, I actually didn't have any questions. Driven by curiosity, I asked my master a question: "Master, why have I never seen your sword?" My master smiled gently and replied, "The sword? It's right beside me. Can't you see it, Fubuki?" I looked curiously at my master's waist. I was indeed very curious about the divine weapon used by peerless swordsmen, but unfortunately, I couldn't find a single clue.

Perhaps my dull and silly appearance was too amusing, for it made my master laugh. He said seriously, "Ever since I mastered swordsmanship at the age of thirty, my sword has become one with me; my sword is everywhere." I listened blankly to my master's words, vaguely understanding a little. My master gently stroked my head: "One day you will understand what I am talking about." Several years passed in the blink of an eye. Under my master's careful guidance, I had completely mastered the eleven forms of the Cross Soul-Chasing Sword. All I lacked was experience and a good command of the sword. This morning, after finishing my sword practice, I busied myself preparing dinner, because today was my fifteenth birthday. My master and I ate happily. My master drank the rice wine I had brewed for him for the first time.

Just as I was preparing to clear the table, my master stopped me, indicating he had something to say: "Fubuki, seven years have passed since we last met, and you've grown into an adult. I've taught you everything I could, but what you lack is experience and refinement. These two things are matters of life and death for a first-rate swordsman, so starting tomorrow, you need to leave here to train in swordsmanship on your own. In other words, tonight will be our farewell feast."

I hugged my master's tall, thin body tightly, tears welling up in my eyes: "Master, I can't bear to part with you." My master gently stroked my head. "Silly child, I am also reluctant to part with you. I believe I will never forget the rice wine you brewed for me; its taste is unforgettable. Stop acting like a daughter and come see the farewell gift I have for you." The master took out an old wooden box from behind him and gently opened it. Inside was an old-fashioned longsword with a black sheath. The master grasped the hilt and drew the sword halfway out, and the room immediately filled with the light of the sword. This sword is named Lone Wound. The blade is three feet seven inches long and weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces. It is forged from black iron from the Western Regions. It can cut a hair with a breath and split stone and gold. It was the weapon I used in the past. Now I entrust it to you. I hope you will use it to uphold justice. The next morning, carrying my wounded soul, I mounted the fine steed my master had prepared for me. After a tearful farewell, I forced back my tears and rode off into the unknown future.

A week had passed since I left my master. I arrived at a small village near the river and rented a small house to settle down temporarily. Behind the house was a large bamboo forest, where I loved to practice my swordplay while watching the sunset.

Recalling what I had learned, I unleashed my sword techniques, and my wounded soul vanished into a white mist before my eyes. I heard footsteps behind me and hurriedly sheathed my sword. A beautiful young woman emerged from the forest and approached me. Her name was Meng'er, and she was one of my new neighbors. Meng'er was beautiful and delicate. Because her elderly father had unfortunately fallen ill, she made a living by picking flowers. I walked up to her and took a blooming flower from her basket: "Give me this." I gave her enough money for a week's worth of food. Meng'er happily kissed me. Since I had never been near a young woman other than my sister, I blushed with embarrassment.

I quickly changed the subject: "It smells wonderful! What kind of flower is this?" Meng'er smiled sweetly: "This is a plum blossom. It's said to calm the mind, so I love plum blossoms and Brother Ximen the most." Taking advantage of my momentary daze, she kissed me again on the lips. When I regained consciousness, I found myself holding Meng'er tightly in my arms, our tongues intertwined. A numbing pleasure surged through my brain—this was the feeling of intimacy with a woman! We kissed for almost fifteen minutes before Meng'er shyly pushed me away and ran home without looking back.

For the next month or so, I spent all my time with Meng'er except when I was practicing swordsmanship. We would hold hands and lie on the grass watching the sunset, and we would sneak out at night to count the stars. I realized that I had unknowingly fallen in love with Meng'er, and this genuine romance lasted for three months. Then, three months later, one night, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Meng'er, her face streaked with tears, rush into my arms. Between sobs, she told me that her father had sold her to a group of bandits outside the village for five hundred taels of silver. My beloved Meng'er had come to say goodbye. I kissed away her tears and gently comforted her. In a soft voice, Meng'er said, "Brother Ximen, could you close your eyes for a moment?" I obediently closed my eyes, and I heard the sound of cloth being removed. A naked, warm body was already tightly embracing me. Meng'er shyly told me, "Brother Ximen, tonight Meng'er wants to give you her most precious thing." We entwined passionately, and I kissed every inch of Meng'er's snow-white body. Driven by male instinct, I quickly thrust my penis into Meng'er's virgin territory. Meng'er's virgin blood slowly flowed from her vaginal opening with my thrusts, staining the white sheets red. We reached orgasm together during our intense intercourse.

My pent-up essence filled Meng'er's body. With her last ounce of strength, Meng'er held me tightly, saying, "Brother, will you promise me that whenever you see plum blossoms, you will think of me?" I hugged my beloved Meng'er tightly and said, "I will never forget you, Meng'er. You are my woman, Ximen Chuixue's woman."

Three days have passed since Meng'er's marriage, and I sit here in the bamboo grove, painfully waving my lonely, sorrowful hand to vent my grief.

What can I do? Meng'er's marriage was arranged by her parents. Can I ask her to rebel against her parents? Suddenly, sword energy soared into the sky within the bamboo grove, startling birds and scattering beasts. I completely forgot everything in my mind, feeling only a sense of oneness with heaven and earth. Three hours later, I emerged from the bamboo forest, satisfied. I felt my skills had improved, driven by love and hate, yet I felt no joy. A sense of unease crept into my heart. I looked up and saw fires burning in the village. I immediately used my movement technique to rush towards the village.

As soon as I entered, I noticed about fifty burly men waiting for me, but I ignored them completely. My gaze was fixed on a naked female body on the ground—my beloved Meng'er. I walked to Meng'er and gently embraced her; it was a body utterly devoid of life. Meng'er is completely gone from me, first by death, then by life. A burly man, seemingly the leader, stepped forward: "Boy, are you this child's lover?" I didn't answer, but instead asked, "Did you kill her?" The leader said smugly, "Since this child was no longer a virgin, I had my brothers have some fun with her. I never thought she would die so easily from pleasure!" Meng'er's death was exactly like my sister's, and it stirred up the hatred deep in my heart.

"Boy, I'm asking you what your name is. Are you deaf?" I coldly drew my Lonely Wound: "My name has no meaning to a dying man." Just by the momentum of drawing my sword, the bandits knew I possessed martial arts skills, so they swarmed forward. Unfortunately, they all made one mistake, a fatal one! With the first move of my killing sword technique, [One Cut in Two], and a cold shout, I cleaved five burly men at the forefront in two.

The villagers and bandits were stunned; none of them had imagined that this frail boy would be such a ruthless figure. My body moved with my sword, swift as the wind, but every strike was fatal. In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with the bandits' corpses. I slowly walked to the leader; the chilling killing intent terrified him, causing him to collapse to the ground, his legs wet with sweat, having lost control of his bladder. The second move of the Killing Sword [Two Wanderings], the tip of the sword caressed the leader's face like a lover's jade hand, the sword energy scraped and blurred his face, and in a moment he became a headless corpse.

I looked at the Lonely Wound in my hand. The bandits' blood stained its cold blade red, but their filthy blood was unworthy to stain my sword. I brought the Lonely Wound to my lips and blew on the blade, and blood gently slid down its tip. What I blew was not snowflakes, but bright red blood blossoms. Only after the last drop of blood flowed from the Lonely Wound did I put it back in its sheath. I picked up Meng'er's body and left the village without looking back. I buried her on a small hillside, where we used to love lying and watching the stars. I believe Meng'er would also like to rest here forever. The yellow earth gently covered Meng'er, and I felt a part of my life vanish with her. But Meng'er's death gave me a new goal: to kill all the bandits in the land to avenge my sister and Meng'er.

For a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person who lives in the martial arts world), the greatest desire is probably fame. Although countless people strive for this goal, very few succeed, and even those who do often spend most of their lives trying. But I've only been in the business for three months, and I've already become famous.

In these long three months, I've traversed every corner of the land, wiping out no fewer than a hundred bandit dens. Ximen Chuixue has become a nightmare feared by everyone in the underworld. Every time I arrive at a new bandit den, the moment they see my white clothes... I knew perfectly well who I was and why I was there. I never uttered a word, for I was there to kill; any words I spoke, I would say with my sword. Each time, I slaughtered every creature before me without mercy. I became like a bloodthirsty demon, the stench of blood seeping into my very bones, an aura that no amount of washing could erase. At that time, I truly believed my life was over.

I traveled across mountains and rivers, searching for the meaning and value of existence, encountering many interesting characters along the way. The one who left the deepest impression on me was a strange man with four eyebrows. We met on a mountain path, and he recognized me at a glance as Ximen Chuixue, while he lay lazily on the ground drinking. He said his name was Lu Xiaofeng, but I only pay attention to those I intend to kill, so I ignored him and left.

"Ah! You know how to use a sword? I see you're carrying a fine sword, can I borrow it to take a look?" I looked at him coldly, my mere suspicion of my sword being an insult: "Look if you want, then look enough." With that, I drew my sword and thrust it at him. I didn't intend to hurt him, just to frighten him and teach him a lesson. But to my utter surprise, this drunkard managed to grip the blade of my sword tightly with just two fingers. This was utterly unbelievable to me, and it made me realize that there are always people more skilled than you. Unexpectedly, we later became close friends. I confess that although Lu Xiaofeng was a complete scoundrel, he was always the only friend I truly trusted.

We spent our days in blissful romance, but he had urgent business to attend to, so we parted ways in the capital. Lu Xiaofeng's influence on me was profound, adding a touch of friendship to my life, which was otherwise only about fighting and killing. But even his influence couldn't compare to the person I'm about to talk about: she is my second greatest love—Xiaoxue.

The place where I settled in the capital was our old home in the Ximen family. After years of chaos, it had become a haven for thugs. They even abducted local girls to use as sex toys, and afterwards imprisoned those girls in the main house to serve them. I dispatched the lookout thugs and strode confidently into the main house. The bandit leader, being well-informed, recognized me from my white clothes. He hurriedly and obsequiously tried to tie me up.

I ignored these lowly men and coldly asked, "Ready?" The bandit leader froze, then asked, "What does Master Ximen require me to prepare? I'll do it immediately." This damned bandit leader disgusted me. I coldly replied, "Prepare to die." The thugs immediately panicked: "Why?" I didn't want them to die without knowing why: "Occupying the Ximen family and raping innocent women." Knowing he couldn't let it go easily, the bandit leader drew his longsword and lunged at me. Too slow. Lonely Wound was drawn, and with a single move, "Dreaming Again," the bandit leader was finished off.

This move was a modified version of "Dreaming Again," created to commemorate Meng'er. The sword intent contained my sorrow and love for Meng'er, making the sword's power even more powerful and moving. Mere bandits were no match for me; in just half an hour, nearly fifty thugs had been wiped out. I found about twenty young girls in the woodshed, most of them half-naked. They had clearly heard the fighting outside and were huddled in a corner in fear. Frankly, while those thugs' martial arts were mediocre, they were quite adept at picking women. The girls inside, while not stunning beauties, were at least of above-average appearance. I released them from their restraints: "I've killed all those thugs; you're free." I expected them to scatter, but surprisingly, there was no movement for a moment.

One of the most beautiful girls approached me: "Thank you for your kindness in giving us a second chance at life, but unfortunately, most of the sisters here have had their families wiped out by bandits, leaving them homeless.

I have no choice but to beg you to take them in on their behalf." I couldn't bear to refuse these pitiful girls, and the Ximen family needed someone to manage it, so I agreed to take them in. Besides being young, beautiful, and alluring, these girls were also skilled in the art of serving men. Covered in blood, I was dragged into a bathhouse by four or five people. One of them had already prepared hot water and was waiting. The three younger girls gently removed my clothes and massaged my upper body. I followed them into a large wooden tub filled with hot water, big enough to hold seven or eight people. The two most beautiful girls also took off their clothes and sat in the tub, one in front of the other, tightly sandwiching me between them. Of the five girls, one was responsible for adding water, one for washing my hair, and one for trimming my nails. The two girls close to me rubbed their smooth, soft, white breasts against my skin.

Because they were grateful that I had rescued them from the clutches of thugs, each of them served me with extra care. Especially the two women who were "attacking" me from both sides, not only rubbed their tender breasts all over my body, but also used their hands and mouths, their fragrant tongues sweeping over every sensitive spot on my body.

How could I, in the prime of my life, withstand such teasing? I immediately had a physiological reaction, my erect penis "standing tall" like a red-hot iron rod. Seeing this, the girl in front of me hurriedly offered her lips and tongue, her warm, moist mouth embracing me, gently sucking. Her delicate head moved back and forth, sometimes deep throat, sometimes shallow sips. Her tongue brushed against the tip of my penis, sending waves of intense pleasure through me. Unable to resist, I quickly ejaculated, filling the girl's mouth with my semen. The girl showed no sign of discomfort, obediently swallowing the semen.

The girl who had been manicuring my nails finished her work, took off her clothes, and stepped into the bathtub to take over from the girl who had just given me oral sex. Her slender, snow-white hands massaged my penis, and I quickly regained my erection. The girl faced me and gently rested on my body, her hands guiding my penis straight into her honey pot. My thick penis reached the girl's clitoris, and the girl couldn't wait to twist her waist up and down, stroking back and forth.

The girl's breasts bounced back and forth, rubbing against my firm pectoral muscles, while her hands tightly embraced my neck, her fragrant tongue gently entering my mouth. The lust that had accumulated for nearly half a year since Meng'er's death was rekindled by this beautiful woman, and without any pretense, I held the girl's waist and thrust violently, using the bedroom skills I had learned from that bastard Lu Xiaofeng. The girl, panting heavily from my vigorous thrusting, was already experiencing ecstasy within half an hour, her orgasms overlapping, proving that Lu Xiaofeng's methods were indeed effective; perhaps she could even make a living as a male concubine (a male prostitute in ancient times). The six of us bathed in the bathhouse for over an hour, and afterwards, each of us was thoroughly satisfied, our legs weak, needing mutual support to leave the bathhouse.

That evening, after dinner, I returned to my long-abandoned bedroom with two of the most beautiful girls, who were responsible for my personal care, and spent an extremely fulfilling night. I filled the body of one of the girls, named Qiao'er, with my white semen before quietly falling asleep, embracing their warm, soft bodies.

Three days after the recapture of the Ximen family, I walked alone on the streets of the capital. I remembered Lu Xiaofeng telling me, "No matter where you are, you can find the best wine and women at the Grand View Garden." So I went to the largest brothel in the capital, my only purpose, of course, was fine wine. A bottle of fine bamboo leaf green wine was placed on the table, and I sipped it alone, feeling an overwhelming loneliness. I thought of the beautiful woman whose life was as fleeting as a flower, my kind and devoted teacher, my hardworking sister, and my father who had toiled half his life. I drank faster and faster, and soon I was too drunk to hold my liquor and collapsed on the table. In a daze, I heard a sweet female voice in my ear: "Xiaoru, look, this young master is drunk. Could you help him to my room?" Another girl beside me immediately replied, "Yes, Miss." I don't know how much time passed before I woke up from my dream, feeling a splitting headache. I reminded myself to never drink recklessly again, and then began to look around the room. I noticed a girl with long, flowing hair sitting in front of the screen in the room. She was radiant and beautiful, with a smile on her lips, intently playing the guzheng. The girl possessed a pure appearance, a pitiful temperament, and a tall figure; she was truly a peerless beauty, one in a thousand.

The girl noticed my awakening and her slightly hoarse yet magnetic voice rang out: "Young master, are you awake? Please come and have a cup of ginseng tea to sober up." I immediately remembered that this was the voice of the girl who had helped me up when I was drunk. I collected my thoughts and sat down in front of the girl: "Excuse me, miss, where is this place?" The girl smiled and replied: "Young master, you are still in the Yihong Courtyard. My name is Xiaoxue, and this is my room." A room in the Yihong Courtyard? Could this Xiaoxue be...? Just as this thought arose, I remembered that Lu Xiaofeng had once told me about a famous courtesan in the capital who sold her art but not her body, named Xiaoxue. It was said that she was incomparably beautiful. I never expected to meet her here.

"Seeing your surprised expression, sir, you must have heard of my name. You carry a sharp sword, sir; you must be a promising young hero. May I ask your name?" I cupped my hands and said, "I dare not presume. I am Ximen Chuixue." Upon hearing this, Xiaoxue looked astonished: "You are the Ximen Chuixue who single-handedly destroyed nearly a hundred bandit dens across the north and south of the Yangtze River in just three months?" After saying this, she knelt down and bowed to me, saying, "It's truly a case of finding a needle in a haystack. My benefactor Ximen, please accept my bow." I hurriedly got up to help her, but unfortunately, having just sobered up, my hands and feet were still a bit dazed. I was tripped by the foot of the table beside me and fell headlong into Xiaoxue's arms. I realized I had pinned Xiaoxue to the ground, my body pressed tightly against hers. Our eyes met, barely inches apart. I hurriedly sat up and helped Xiaoxue up.

Xiaoxue blushed, but seemed unconcerned, saying, "Five years ago, my family incurred a huge debt, and my father was brutally beaten to death by the creditors. For the sake of my younger siblings, I had no choice but to sell myself into prostitution, promising to repay anyone who avenged my father's death with my body." Xiaoxue's father's killer was none other than Huang Renchong, the leader of the Hungry Tiger Ridge, who had been killed by Ximen Gongzi's sword a month earlier.

I silently pieced together the meaning of Xiaoxue's words and roughly understood her intention: she wanted me to repay her father's death, and the way she would do so was by offering herself to me! Wait, does "offering herself in return" mean she wants to do things with me? While I was thinking, Xiaoxue turned around and locked the wooden door behind me. She lightly undressed and walked to me, revealing her fair and beautiful figure. Her moist red lips covered mine, her fragrant tongue intertwining with mine.

I was immediately overwhelmed by lust, gently carrying Xiaoxue to the bed. I took off my own clothes and began to violate the beauty beneath me. I kissed all over Xiaoxue's alluring breasts, teasing the tender pink nipples with my tongue, gently sucking. Xiaoxue hugged my broad back tightly, letting me do as I pleased. I licked Xiaoxue's moist honey hole, love juice flowing from the tight tender hole, which I licked clean with my tongue. I aimed at the delicate pearl hidden deep within the petals, and increased the intensity of my sucking and licking. The intense pleasure caused Xiaoxue to arch her back in a throbbing pain. After ample foreplay, I finally couldn't resist and thrust my hard penis into Xiaoxue's honeyed depths.

As I firmly entered her, Xiaoxue bit her lip, enduring the pain of losing her virginity. I thrust in and out of her tight vagina as quickly as possible, pushing her to climax wave after wave. After several hours of intense intercourse, I filled Xiaoxue's body with my hot semen. After the passion subsided, I held Xiaoxue tightly in my arms, exhausted and asleep. Her lower body was stained with blood, proving that despite being a brothel owner, she remained chaste and self-respecting. This only increased my affection for her. Thinking back to how I wailed and cried when Meng'er died, love always comes unexpectedly. Before Xiaoxue woke up, I found the person in charge of Yihong Courtyard and completed the redemption procedures for Xiaoxue. Then I quietly watched the beautiful Haitang Chun sleeping beside me.

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