Sexual intercourse before death

The late autumn night was so quiet, as deep as the lake water of this season. The woman, having bathed, lay in bed, listening to the distant chirping of autumn insects, feeling a sense of peace.

She was the chief disciple of the "Ten Thousand Flowers Sect," a sword sect with a small reputation in the martial arts world. Because of her outstanding appearance and superb martial arts skills, she was known as the "Fairy of Ten Thousand Flowers."

The martial arts world was not lacking in beauties, but a woman who possessed both beauty and martial arts prowess was extremely rare. Coupled with her straightforward and somewhat masculine nature, she naturally had countless suitors. However, Lady Ten Thousand Flowers remained serene, devoting herself solely to the development of her sect.

Unexpectedly, at a gathering, the Fairy of Ten Thousand Flowers suddenly announced her impending marriage to a simple merchant, over forty years old, with no martial arts skills, and not particularly wealthy.
Upon hearing this news, everyone in the sect immediately objected, and the Fairy of Ten Thousand Flowers' master even nearly invoked the sect rules.

In this era, merchants were looked down upon by many, whether high-ranking officials in the imperial court or farmers toiling in the mountains. They were believed to enjoy a life of luxury and wealth without using their hands, relying solely on their mouths.

But the fiery-tempered Lady Wanhua remained steadfast, even threatening suicide. Finally, a highly respected elder from her sect intervened to mediate, and the matter was resolved, but Lady Wanhua was expelled from the sect as a result.

When Lady Wanhua married the merchant Zhang Shidong, he was merely a newcomer from Hebei, having recently arrived in the capital to do business, and his business was not yet large. Strangely enough, after their marriage, Zhang Shidong's business flourished, and within a few short years, he had become one of the wealthiest merchants in the capital.

She had her husband's affection, a wealthy life, and a lovely daughter. She had everything a woman could desire, and her heart was filled with contentment.

Although she was over thirty, and people had changed her title from Lady Wanhua to Lady Wanhua, her beauty remained undiminished.

Having shed her girlish shyness, after her bath, she exuded the allure of a mature woman in her snow-white silk bathrobe. Her ample breasts strained against the robe, creating a tent-like opening, and her long, slender legs were as white as snow. This maternal body was like a masterpiece crafted by a master artisan.

Lady Wanhua gazed at the dim lamplight, listening to the croaking of frogs in the pond outside the pavilion. Although Lady Wanhua, now a mother, had greatly reduced her martial arts practice time, she never broke her habit of practicing her sword after dinner every day, followed by a rose petal bath.

She loved the fragrance of roses, and even more so, she loved the beauty she radiated after her bath—something every beautiful woman would be proud of.

Over the years, her husband had become increasingly busy with business, spending less and less time with her. At this point, Lady Wanhua had almost been forgotten by the martial arts world, completely transformed into a merchant's wife.

But whenever she was alone in the quiet of the night, she couldn't help but recall those days when she was always dressed in white, as swift as the wind.

Suddenly, the tranquil night was shattered by a bloodcurdling scream.

The scream was shrill and desperate. Lady Wanhua immediately rose, dressed, and prepared to go out and investigate. Although she had been away from the martial world for many years, her vigilance remained ingrained.

"Help!... Murder!" More shrill cries, accompanied by the crimson flames streaming through the window, filled the air. Lady Wanhua didn't have time to dress properly; she simply threw on an outer garment and hastily grabbed her sword and rushed out.

Pushing open the door, Lady Wanhua was immediately stunned. Her once warm manor had become a living hell. The west wing was engulfed in flames, the fire whipping wildly in the autumn wind, sending sparks flying everywhere. Furnishings were

scattered everywhere, servants, maids, and household staff fled in all directions. A few calm servants were fetching water to extinguish the fire, but it was utterly futile. The fire, which had just been quelled, quickly flared up again.
Suddenly, a dozen dark figures appeared on the wall, wielding longswords, steel knives, and many other unusual weapons. They killed anyone they saw, quickly felling over a dozen people.

Lady Wanhua's eyes practically blazed with fury. She thrust her sword at the nearest figure, a man in black wielding a judge's pen.

Sensing the approaching sword, the man in black blocked with his pen to his chest. Just as Lady Wanhua's sword was about to touch the pen, she suddenly flicked her wrist, slashing at the man's wrist.

The man in black seemed prepared; while withdrawing his hand, he simultaneously used his other judge's pen to strike Lady Wanhua's shoulder. This move was exquisite, a combination of parrying and striking. Against someone with slightly weaker martial arts skills, the shoulder pressure point would have been struck.

But Lady Wanhua did not flinch. She flicked her sword upwards, aiming directly for the man in black's back. This seemingly suicidal move was actually the most sensible choice. If she were hit, she would at most have her shoulder pressure points sealed, while her opponent would certainly die.

Seeing Madam Wanhua's method of deflection, the man in black couldn't help but shout "Good!" and suddenly darted to the side, dodging the deadly sword with a strange movement. At the same time, his Judge's Pen could no longer attack Madam Wanhua. Just as

Madam Wanhua was about to continue her attack, she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her ear and hurriedly ducked. A meteor hammer almost grazed her scalp. Clearly, the other companions of the man in black had made their move.

After dodging this attack, Madam Wanhua suddenly remembered her defenseless husband and daughter, whose fate was uncertain. Although they were protected by guards, their martial arts were utterly insignificant compared to these men in black.

Therefore, Madam Wanhua's swordsmanship became swift and ruthless, forcing the two to retreat repeatedly.

Just as she gained the upper hand, Madam Wanhua suddenly witnessed a scene of despair. A man in black wielding a steel knife threw a round object at her. Upon closer inspection, it was her husband's severed head. Though mangled and bloody, a scar on his forehead confirmed his identity.

Lady Wanhua was filled with despair, feeling as if the world had collapsed. Just then, the Judge's Pen struck her shoulder. Her left arm immediately went numb, blood gushing out.

This sharp pain, ironically, brought Lady Wanhua back to her senses from her panic. Suddenly, she let out a tiger's roar and frantically attacked the two men.

"You traitors, I'll fight you to the death!" Lady Wanhua was now almost insane, her swordplay becoming erratic, but this desperate struggle overwhelmed the two men. In a moment of carelessness, the man wielding the Judge's Pen slashed her arm.

"Mother, save me!" Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out.

Lady Wanhua immediately looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the man in black who had just killed her husband. A smile played at the corners of the black-clad man's eyes; clearly, he had imitated the sound.

Though it was only a fleeting moment, in a life-or-death struggle, such distraction was unacceptable. Seeing Lady Wanhua dodge his flying hammer, the black-clad man wielding the meteor hammer didn't hastily retract his weapon, but instead unleashed a palm strike.
This strike was swift, and combined with Lady Wanhua's earlier distraction—a palm strike capable of shattering stone tablets—it landed heavily on her back.

Lady Wanhua felt as if all her bones had shattered, her internal organs subjected to a tremendous shock. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Fortunately, Lady Wanhua was no pushover. Despite her severe injuries, she deliberately spat the blood at the two men, thus easing her smugness. While using the defensive techniques of the Wanhua Swordplay to fend off the enemy's attacks, she pondered a way to escape. The

Wanhua Swordplay was inherently defensive, and in this life-or-death situation, Lady Wanhua was even more cautious, wielding her sword flawlessly. For the time being, the two men were unable to find a way to harm her.

But he was already severely injured. Although he wasn't going to be killed yet, he didn't have the strength to fight back. If things continued like this, when his strength was exhausted, that would be the end of him.

At this moment, the man in black wielding the meteor hammer suddenly unleashed a powerful strike, the hammerhead hurtling straight at Lady Wanhua. Lady Wanhua, however, neither dodged nor evaded, her sword tip simultaneously thrusting towards the hammerhead.

Seeing Lady Wanhua's actions, the man in black was secretly delighted. Just as he was about to knock the sword from Lady Wanhua's hand, Lady Wanhua suddenly twisted her sword, pressing the blade against the hammerhead. Using the force of this swift attack, Lady Wanhua used her sect's unique lightness skill, "Falling Petals," leaping onto the wall and quickly disappearing into the darkness.

The two were about to give chase when the man in black standing to the side suddenly stopped them, saying,

"No need, let her go." His voice was eerie, like a ghost from hell, sending chills down their spines.

"Alas… what a pity that tigress is gone," the man with the judge's pen said sullenly. Clearly, the man was his leader, and he dared not disobey him.

By this time, the other men in black had returned to their leader. Clearly, they had completed their tasks.

"Did you finish?"

"Yes," they all replied in unison.

"Where's the item?"

"We've got it." One of the men in black handed the leader an item wrapped in black cloth. The leader opened the package, looked at it, grunted, and then asked,

"Where did you find it?"

"In a hidden compartment behind the bookshelf in Zhang Shidong's bedroom."

"Haha, if I were him, I would have placed it in plain sight," said one of the men in black carrying a chain gun.

"Don't you know that the most dangerous place is the safest?"

"No matter where it's placed, we're not afraid of not finding it." The leader's voice was full of smugness.

"Clean up the scene immediately and prepare to retreat. Remember, eliminate all traces."

"What about Madam Wanhua?"

"No problem, she's been hit by my Black Stone Palm; she'll be joining her dead husband in no time." "The man in black wielding the meteor hammer said.

At this moment, the heavily wounded Lady Wanhua could only flee alone. Clearly, the enemy had made meticulous preparations; the figures moving on the outer wall of the manor in the distance indicated an ambush.

Having just endured the fierce battle, she was now severely injured and unable to fight any longer. She barely gripped her sword with one hand, using the other to support herself against the wall.

Fortunately, there were no enemies in the backyard at the moment; this was where the battle had begun, littered with corpses. Now, after the bloodshed, it had become a relatively safe place.

Lady Wanhua arrived at a rockery in the backyard. She reached into a stone lamp, touched it, and pressed it. A hidden door appeared on the stone wall deep within the rockery. Lady Wanhua immediately ran inside and then closed the stone door.

It turned out that in this manor..." There was another secret passage, filled with stagnant water and the stench of rotting moss, long unused.

Lady Wanhua, temporarily out of danger, was overcome with grief, thinking of her husband and daughter who had died tragically at the hands of evildoers, and was about to burst into tears.

Suddenly, a flicker of light appeared deep within the passage, indicating someone was approaching. Lady Wanhua was startled; only a few people in the village knew about this passage. Could it be that someone from the village was responsible for everything tonight?

As the light drew closer, Lady Wanhua could only manage to pull out her longsword with difficulty. Suddenly, a familiar young man's face appeared. Lady Wanhua's heart leaped with joy, and she fainted.

The newcomer, seeing this, quickly dropped his tinderbox, embraced Lady Wanhua, and cried out, "Master, Master!"

It turned out that the newcomer was one of Lady Wanhua's former disciples, named Xu Ming. He had originally been from a family in Huainan, but his parents died after encountering bandits. Lady Wanhua happened to be passing by at the time, killed the bandits, and rescued the then four-year-old Xu Ming.

Since Xu Ming had no relatives, Lady Wanhua took him in as her disciple. After being expelled from the sect, the master originally intended to dismiss several disciples, but Xu Ming insisted on following Madam Wanhua and doing chores for the Zhang family.

Three years ago, the hot-blooded young Xu Ming was expelled from the Zhang family because he was caught having an affair with a wet nurse.

Although he disappeared without a trace afterward, Madam Wanhua often worried about this disciple. Now, just as she was suffering from an incurable wound, she suddenly saw this disciple. Madam Wanhua was initially overjoyed, but then filled with suspicion.

It could be said that Xu Ming knew everything about the Zhang family. Coupled with his grudge against the family, his motives were obvious. His strange appearance at this moment could not help but arouse suspicion.

"Why are you here? Is all of this your plan?" Madam Wanhua asked sternly.

"This disciple dares not!" Xu Ming immediately knelt on the ground. "Master treats this disciple like a parent. How could this disciple dare to do such an unforgivable thing? This disciple came here because..." Xu Ming whispered in Madam Wanhua's ear.

Hearing Xu Ming's words, Madam Wanhua was first surprised, then quickly relaxed and nodded.
At this moment, Xu Ming was about to pick up the unable-to-stand Madam Wanhua.

"No need, you should go quickly," Madam Wanhua stopped Xu Ming.

"No, Master, I must save you, I will go to the ends of the earth to save you."

Madam Wanhua suddenly showed a relieved smile, "No need, Master knows her condition, but there are some things... you must do for me."

Xu Ming hurriedly nodded repeatedly, "Master, you said it, your disciple will do it even if it means going through fire and water." As he said this, tears were already streaming down his face.

"Don't be sad, perhaps... perhaps I knew about today a few months ago..." Madam Wanhua said intermittently, "I hid many secrets... in the hilt of my sword... find a secluded place to open it yourself... and then... and then the rest... is up to you..."

After saying this, Madam Wanhua seemed to have used a lot of strength, her chest heaving.

"Yes, Master, your disciple will definitely fulfill your mission."

Looking at Xu Ming's sincere and sorrowful face, Madam Wanhua suddenly smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

"I know you've always loved your master, haven't you?"

On her deathbed, Madam Wanhua suddenly uttered these words. Xu Ming's face showed a complicated expression, and he nodded. A disciple's love for his master was not tolerated by the world, and if it weren't for the current situation, Xu Ming would never have admitted it.

"Three years ago, you and Afang had an affair. Actually, I know that you mistook Afang for me." Madam Wanhua's tone suddenly became gentle, the tone of a wife speaking to her husband.

"The reason I banished you from the manor was because I was afraid that others would know your thoughts and hurt you, and I was also afraid that if you stayed with me for too long, you wouldn't be able to extricate yourself and would ultimately harm yourself."

Xu Ming looked at the woman in his arms, feeling a mix of emotions. Tears streaming down his face, he nodded frantically, saying, "I know, I know."

"Turn around first, I have something to show you one last time," Madam Wanhua said, struggling to sit up.
After a short while, Madam Wanhua said softly from behind, "Alright, turn around."

When Xu Ming turned around, he felt dizzy. Madam Wanhua had actually unbuttoned her robes, revealing her beautiful body. Her

snow-white skin was flawless, her large breasts and full waist and hips the marks of time. Her slightly protruding abdomen was a sign of childbirth. Staring at this sudden sight, Xu Ming was stunned.
He had fantasized countless times about his master's body. After accidentally seeing him in a bathrobe right after a bath, he was completely captivated. Later, when Ah Fang received a bathrobe as a gift from his master, he began to see Ah Fang as his master, and the two became inseparable.

Then, the butler witnessed everything. When he was expelled from the sect, seeing the slight disappointment in his master's eyes, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

Now, everything before him had become reality, yet it felt like a fleeting dream.

"Master only wants to fulfill your wish before he dies," Madam Wanhua said softly, then hugged Xu Ming's neck. Xu Ming buried his head between Madam Wanhua's full breasts, desperately inhaling the fragrance emanating from her breasts. Tears streamed down his face between his master's breasts.

"Don't be sad, silly child. This is your master's fate, and it's your fate too," Madam Wanhua said, as she unzipped Xu Ming's pants and took out his penis, stroking it.

Xu Ming's penis swelled in Madam Wanhua's hands, embracing her voluptuous body. Xu Ming could no longer restrain himself, letting out a low howl as he thrust his penis into the already open gate.

Perhaps this was the most bizarre act of intercourse in the world, a fusion of master-disciple relationship and life-or-death destiny. Xu Ming tightly gripped Madam Wanhua's hands, their fingers intertwined, burying his head in her breasts, sucking hard, while gently yet forcefully twisting his waist.

Under the man's influence, the woman couldn't help but let out soft, melodious moans. Madam Wanhua, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly found strength, beginning to twist her hips in rhythm with the man's movements, her enormous breasts swaying with each thrust.

As Xu Ming began his final thrust, Madam Wanhua bit down hard on his shoulder, leaving a deep tooth mark.

Looking at the blood flowing down his shoulder, the woman said hatefully, "Disciple, remember tonight, remember your master's words. You must find the real culprit, or I will die with my eyes open in disbelief."

With a curse-filled roar, Xu Ming released his fiery semen into the woman's body. In the heat of the impact, the woman's eyes widened, staring intently at Xu Ming, her gaze filled with rage and hatred. A heroine of her generation had perished.

The fire continued to burn, completely reducing the manor to ashes.

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