The Lewd History of the Mountain Villa

Late at night.

Mirror Lake Villa.

Six people sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The leader, with white hair, a clear face, and sharp eyes, was none other than "Iron Lion" Zhan Pengfei, the leader of the Great River Gang

, the largest gang in Jiangnan. Beside Zhan Pengfei sat the deputy leader, "Hundred Claw Divine Dragon" Zhou Yao, around forty years old, with a square face and thick eyebrows, exuding an air of authority. "Phoenix in the sky, Lion King on the ground, Dragon King in the water."

This saying refers to the three people with the highest martial arts skills in the five provinces of Jiangnan. "Lion King" and "Dragon King" refer to Zhan Pengfei and Zhou Yao respectively. "Phoenix" is Qin Xuefeng, known as the "Illusionary Sword Needle," who is considered the best in Jiangnan in terms of beauty, swordsmanship, and hidden weapons

. Among the three, Qin Xuefeng has the least seniority and is a woman. Zhou Yao's land skills are slightly inferior to the other two. Therefore, in terms of martial arts, prestige, and power, the Lion King is the most respected.

"Iron Lion" Zhan Pengfei has dominated Jiangnan, having wiped out countless martial arts gangs and killed countless outlaws. The number of people in the martial world who wanted to kill him was no less than the number of fish in Mirror Lake, yet no one had tried in the past twenty years. This was because he was "Iron Lion" Zhan Pengfei, the Lion King whose roar shook the entire Jiangnan region.

Twenty years ago, he assisted Murong Bieqing of the Murong family in establishing the Great River Gang, killing the leader of the then-largest gang in Jiangnan, the Xiaoyao Gang, and achieving instant fame. Later, Murong Bieqing joined forces with the six major sects to launch an expedition against the Demonic Sect. Zhan Pengfei led his disciples in a bloody battle against the Demonic Sect's "Five Elements Flags" in the Kunlun Mountains, fighting for three days and three nights, sustaining 123 wounds all over his body, finally annihilating the "Thick Earth" and "Black Water" flags, and killing their flag bearers with his fists, thus becoming famous throughout the land.

After their triumphant return, the Great River Gang and the Murong family were suddenly attacked by remnants of the Demonic Sect. Murong Bieqing died in battle, but it was "Iron Lion" Zhan Pengfei who turned the tide, repelling the five demons of the Demonic Sect, revitalizing the Great River Gang, and commanding its troops across the land and waters of Jiangnan.

Therefore, for the past twenty years, no one has dared to kill Zhan Pengfei. Those who killed him have become the ones who were killed. No one has dared to speak of killing Zhan Pengfei either. Those who dared have become the ones who were about to die.

But now, however, there is such a person.

On the stone table in the pavilion lies a large red invitation card, its surface fluttering gently in the breeze. On the white paper, several large black characters, seemingly about to burst forth, proclaim: "Having long heard of the Lion King's generosity and magnanimity, I have come to pay my respects tonight at the third watch, wishing to borrow your head. I hope you will not hesitate to grant it. Respectfully, Jue Dao."

The people in the pavilion remain silent, motionless. Their faces are solemn.

"Jue Dao" is a mysterious assassin who has risen to prominence in recent years. Although only a dozen or so have died at his hands, they are all top-tier masters in the martial arts world, including the head of the Shaolin Arhat Hall, Master Du Ku, and the top lay master of Wudang, Zhuo Bufan. It is said that his swordsmanship is unparalleled, comparable to the former "Sword Demon."

No one has ever seen his swordsmanship, because those who have seen it are already dead. His astonishing swordsmanship was only discernible from the wounds of the deceased. Even more chilling was his elusive nature. "The Absolute Blade" had once killed the notorious bandit Peng Hu, who roamed the northern frontier, with a single strike, yet the very next day he slew the Salt Gang leader in Yangzhou—his appearances were truly uncanny.

Outside the pavilion, the water murmured, and mixed with the wind, one could almost hear the pounding of a heartbeat.

A scholar in white suddenly chuckled, saying, "Chief, there's no need to worry. Although this Absolute Blade is ranked among the three greatest assassins in the world, how can his martial arts compare to yours? His only strength lies in sneak attacks and assassinations. Now that we are prepared, what is there to fear? My men have laid numerous ambushes, waiting for him to walk right into our trap. Look, everyone!" With that, he pointed into the distance.

Following his finger, everyone saw torches illuminating the lakeside as bright as day.

In the pale moonlight, the scholar in white spoke calmly and composedly. "This area is brightly lit for miles around, making it difficult for humans and animals to hide. Five hundred gang members, in groups of twenty, patrol back and forth, arrows nocked, swords drawn. If attacked, they will sound the alarm with whistles."

Zhou Yao nodded and said, "Although the arrangements are meticulous, there may still be opportunities."

The white-robed scholar smiled faintly, pointing to the dark bushes by the lake, and said, "Gang leader, please take another look. A trench has been dug here, covered with vegetation, and a hundred skilled hidden weapon experts are lying in wait, led by the two hall masters, Luo and Li. If they find 'Absolute Blade,' they will use gray stones, tripwires, and dark green stones. Even if they cannot capture or kill him, they can exhaust most of his strength."

Zhan Pengfei snorted coldly, "If we encounter a top-tier expert... " "These underhanded tricks might not work."

The white-robed scholar blushed and bowed, saying, "The Chief is right."

He added, "However, I believe these assassins always prefer to use underhanded and despicable methods to launch sneak attacks. What we're doing is simply giving them a taste of their own medicine."

An old Taoist with white hair interjected, "Chief Steward Yan is right. There's no need to concern ourselves with whether the methods are honorable or not when dealing with cold-blooded beasts." The speaker was Qingmu Daoren of Wudang, whose swordsmanship was said to be only slightly inferior to his senior brother, Baimu Daoren, the sect leader. However, he was upright and unyielding, with a fiery temper, unlike a typical Taoist.

Zhou Yao said, "What Qingmu Daoren and Brother Yan Feng say is quite right. Elder brother is being a bit old-fashioned. However, these ambushes alone are not a foolproof plan. Brother Yan, do you perhaps have some other brilliant arrangement?"

Yan Feng smiled and pointed to the lake outside the pavilion, saying, "The Chief guessed correctly; the truly brilliant arrangement is in the water."

Everyone stared intently at the scene.

Outside the pavilion, the night was as dark as ink, and the wind swept across the water, creating ripples.

Yan Feng pointed to the dark lake and said, "Look at this Mirror Lake, its water is as blue as jade and as clear as a mirror. Who would have thought that a layer of bone-corroding, flesh-rotting divine water floats on its surface?"

"Bone-corroding divine water?" Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Yan Feng said smugly, "That's right. Now that the pontoon bridge has been dismantled, the only way to get across is by crossing the water. Even if Jue Dao's skill is divine, he can hardly leap across this thirty-zhang lake. Unless he knows when to retreat, as long as he touches a drop of the divine water, he will not escape the fate of being reduced to ashes."

Zhan Pengfei frowned and said, "Brother Yan, such a vicious arrangement is against the natural order and should not be used again."

Yan Feng said, "Your subordinate obeys. In fact, this bone-corroding water was hard to come by, and we have used it all today."

Zhan Pengfei chuckled and said, "Although we brothers are not very talented, Lady Feng and Qing..." Master Mu and Zen Master Liaofan are both top-tier martial arts masters. Our combined strength could even withstand the former Demonic Sect leader, Dugu Can; what fear is there of a mere assassin? Our overreaction is laughable.”

Zen Master Liaofan said, “These sorcerers are cunning and difficult to guard against. In a fair fight, neither Shaolin’s Brother Duku nor Wudang’s Hero Zhuo, with their exceptional martial arts, could have been killed by him with a single blow. This time, Hero Yan’s plan is excellent, flawless. Let’s just drink, admire the moon, and slaughter the Absolute Blade here.” They were filled with

high spirits and boundless pride.

Everyone raised their cups and cheered, “Well said, ‘Drinking, admiring the moon, and slaughtering the Absolute Blade!’”

Suddenly, a cold voice said, “Well said, ‘Drinking, admiring the moon, and slaughtering the Absolute Blade!’”

The voice wasn’t loud, but it was like putting a bee in someone’s ear, making everyone’s heads buzz. The expressions

of everyone in the pavilion changed. The floating bridge had been dismantled, and only the six of them remained in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Why would a different voice suddenly appear?

As the group paled in shock, they saw Zhan Pengfei still holding his cup to his lips, his smile unchanged. They exchanged glances, thinking to themselves, "Could this be an ambush planted by Chief Zhan? Such tension is lest others underestimate us."

In that instant, Zhan Pengfei swayed violently and fell backward, the wine cup slipping from his hand and shattering into pieces, spilling liquid everywhere.

Qingmu Daoren, sitting opposite Zhan Pengfei, had already seen a flash of white light behind him. Looking up, he saw a dark figure finish his inverted hook pose and climb onto the pavilion roof. He exclaimed, "Not good! Jue Dao… Quick, protect the Chief!" With that, he leaped up and burst through the pavilion roof.

The crescent moon cast a soft glow on the surrounding lake. As soon as Qingmu Daoren stepped onto the roof, he saw a figure about to leap into the air.

Qingmu shouted loudly, drew his longsword, and shook it to create dozens of phantom images. Reflected in the moonlight, they looked like dozens of lightning bolts striking the dark shadows.

The lightning flashed and then stopped abruptly. Qingmu's longsword had been pinned down by the man in black's wrist with his blade.

Qingmu raised his arm and drew his sword. The black figure, propelled by the momentum, soared into

the sky and flew away, coldly saying, "Thank you for your help." By this time, everyone in the pavilion had rushed out. The black figure flew towards the opposite lake shore, its momentum waning; if its feet touched the lake, it would be reduced to ashes. Everyone secretly rejoiced; this scourge of the martial world would not escape death today. It was just a pity that Zhan Pengfei had already been injured.

Suddenly, another huge black figure swooped down from the sky, creating a gust of wind, and swept towards the man in black.

Everyone saw that it was a large eagle, which caught the falling man in black in the blink of an eye, carrying him higher and higher into the air.

With a clear shout, dozens of steel needles pierced the night sky, carrying a faint glow as they chased after the man and the eagle, their winding trajectories weaving a net in the air.

The net drew closer and closer, and the man in black's blade transformed into a curtain of light.

The clanging sounds continued incessantly. Steel needles fell like a fine rain, piercing the lake's surface with tiny ripples.

The giant eagle suddenly swayed, let out a mournful cry, and plummeted towards the lake.

The black-clad figure on the eagle's back soared into the air, skimming across the remaining dozen or so feet of the lake and landing on the opposite bank. He glanced back at the struggling, wailing eagle in the lake, then flew away. One by one, the torches on the shore went out, and the sounds of fighting and the screams of the Great River Gang members faded into the distance.

The people in the lakeside pavilion stared helplessly at the thirty-foot-wide lake. The giant eagle's body in the lake was emitting wisps of white smoke, growing smaller and smaller. Everyone trembled with fear; they had never witnessed such a gruesome scene before.

Suddenly, a graceful figure darted into the lake. Everyone recognized her as Qin Xuefeng, the "Phantom Sword Needle," who had just launched the hidden weapon.

Amidst gasps of surprise, Qin Xuefeng landed at the location of the giant eagle in the lake. Her toes touched the eagle's body, and she leaped to the opposite bank, disappearing into the darkness.

"Amazing!" Qingmu secretly admired. "She swept across several dozen feet of water in an instant. Truly worthy of being a phoenix from the heavens. I wonder who is superior, her or Jue Dao?" He turned to Zhou Yao and asked, "How is Chief Zhan?"

Zhou Yao replied tearfully, "Brother Zhan is dead."

Night had fallen. Zhan Tianxia stood on the hilltop, gazing at the chaotic Mirror Lake Manor below, yet his heart remained as calm as the pale moonlight.

Zhan Tianxia closed his eyes, imagining the assassination of "Lion King" Zhan Pengfei. He could almost smell the faint scent of blood in the air. He didn't know when it had started, but Zhan Tianxia had become inseparable from this exhilarating sensation.

Zhan Tianxia still remembered his first time as an assassin; his opponent was Huo Ming, the famous martial arts master from eastern Sichuan, known as "Swallow Wing Blade." As his blade sliced across Huo Ming's neck, the dazzling spectacle of blood spurting out shocked him, causing him to momentarily forget to dodge Huo Ming's dying counterattack. If Huo Ming's martial arts hadn't been so far inferior, Zhan Tianxia would have already died in his first strike, and there would be no "King of Assassins" in the

martial arts world. Now, Zhan Tianxia felt no fear of blood whatsoever. The taste of blood only brought him pleasure and excitement. In this night of carnage, Zhan Tianxia inhaled the scent, slightly intoxicated.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, gazing at a dark figure leaping swiftly at the foot of the distant mountain, a faint smile playing on his lips. Then, Zhan Tianxia moved, disappearing into the hazy void, leaving only the swaying shadows of trees in the mountain breeze.

The bed curtains hung low, and two naked bodies moved violently on the bed. The sounds of bellies slapping against bellies mingled with the man's heavy breathing and the woman's wild moans, arousing the lustful desires of the patrolling soldiers outside.

This was the Great Sage Village of Qingyun Mountain. The man and woman on the bed were none other than the village chief, "Demon Monkey" Xie Chongshan, and his lover, "Five-Colored Flower Maiden" Dong Yan. Xie Chongshan had a pointed snout, a monkey-like face, and long arms, earning him the nickname "Demon Monkey." Of course, this was just a nickname given to him behind his back; to his face, he was called "Divine Monkey."

Xie Chongshan was quite proud of his monkey-like appearance and named the village "Great Sage Village." Dong Yan, on the other hand, was skilled in concealed weapons and light-footed martial arts. Her concealed weapons were made of crystal, and when fired on a sunny day, they could dazzle people by refracting sunlight. She was also extremely beautiful, thus earning the nickname "Five-Colored Flower Maiden."

The two had been engaged in fierce combat for half an hour and were nearing the end. Suddenly, Xie Chongshan let out a low growl, gripping Dong Yan's snow-white buttocks tightly. His penis thrust forward, the glans reaching Dong Yan's cervix, and he ejaculated streams of hot, sticky semen.

"Ah..." Dong Yan screamed at the same time, her whole body convulsing violently as if electrocuted, before collapsing limply onto the bed. Both of them remained motionless, as if unconscious, with only their gradually weakening breaths echoing in the room.

After a long while, Dong Yan said softly, "You rascal, why are you so strong today? You almost killed me."

Xie Chongshan looked at Dong Yan, who was limp and lifeless beneath him, and gently stroked her nipple with his fingers, panting, "Little Yan'er, you're so beautiful and alluring today!"

Dong Yan retorted, "Was I ugly before?"

Xie Chongshan said, "Of course you're not ugly, Little Yan'er. Everyone says the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan is 'Illusory Sword and Divine Needle' Qin Xuefeng. Actually, in my opinion, although that phoenix has a great reputation, her appearance may not be as good as yours, and her martial arts may not be as miraculous as the legends say. It's mostly just those toads who dream of eating swan meat, those so-called young heroes and talents, praising her. If I were any of those..." "Great hero, you've also made Xiao Yan'er the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan. No, the most beautiful woman in the world."

Dong Yan snorted and poked Xie Chongshan's forehead, saying, "You don't need to lie to amuse me. Although I've never met Qin Xuefeng, I have met Nangong Xiaoyi, another of the 'Four Beauties of the Martial World.' Her beauty is indeed breathtaking, I can't compare to her." She then

bit Xie Chongshan's shoulder and chuckled, "But if you want to attract men, looks aren't the most important thing. So I'm confident I won't lose to any of the 'Four Beauties of the Martial World.' There are some things that those noble heroines can't learn."

The two of them lewdly laughed, and then there was another round of caresses and kisses.

Dong Yan reached down to Xie Chongshan's crotch and stroked his penis, saying in a coquettish voice, "You rascal, you said Qin Xuefeng was a swan, but you've only got your eye on her, you just want to be a toad and can't have her."

Xie Chongshan chuckled, "What did I mean by that?" He straightened up, knelt down, spread Dong Yan's snow-white legs and placed them on his shoulders, parted the dark pubic hair, and thrust his penis into her again.

Dong Yan couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," and continued, "You don't need to argue, I know what you're thinking. Humph, what 'Four Beauties of the Martial World'? I hope you can really get your hands on them and make them my maids, so I can vent my anger."

Xie Chongshan was taken aback and said, "When did you get on their bad side?" His movements slowed down.

Dong Yan groaned, "I just can't stand these lowly maids swaggering around the martial world, acting all high and mighty, looking down on everyone. It's just a pity that we're not as skilled as them. Good brother, don't stop, I want... I want..."

Xie Chongshan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We can't afford to offend these women. Qin Xuefeng is the 'Phoenix in the Sky' among the Three Wonders of Jiangnan, and Bai Yiling is the number one swordswoman of the Emei Sect. It's said that even Abbot Dukong of Shaolin and Daoist Baimu of Wudang might not be able to defeat her. Although Tang Wan'er and Nangong Xiaoyi's martial arts skills are said to be not very high, who would dare to be an enemy of the Tang Clan and the Nangong Family?" As he spoke, his penis continued to move without slowing down, thrusting deeply and shallowly into Dong Yan's vagina.

The two then fell silent and began to concentrate on their intercourse.

Suddenly, a man's voice was heard laughing from inside the room, "I wonder when this cross-legged battle between the two of you will end. I have important matters to discuss with you two, and I can't wait any longer."

The two were stunned for a moment, then screamed and jumped up.

Jie Chongshan flipped backward, headfirst towards the source of the sound. Even in mid-air, he could see a tall, imposing man. The man's long left arm shot out, fingers pointing straight up, aiming for the man's forehead. His right palm arced protectively against his chest, poised to strike—a move from his signature "Monkey Plucking Peaches" technique, "Monkey's Thousand Claws," sharp and powerful, combining offense and defense.

Dong Yan, completely naked and without any hidden weapons, could only rush forward. Her left foot kicked at the man's "Qimen" acupoint on his waist. Before the kick could fully develop, her right foot followed, unleashing a flurry of kicks—more than ten in the blink of an eye.

Though the moves were fierce, the opening of her legs revealed glimpses of glistening flesh amidst her dark pubic hair, incredibly alluring.

The man stood motionless, his hair suddenly standing on end, hard as steel spikes, forcing Jie Chongshan to hastily withdraw his hand. With one hand, he deflected Dong Yan's leg attacks with taps and pats, his gaze fixed on her legs and genitals, making clicking sounds.

Dong Yan was filled with shame and anger, but seeing that the man had effortlessly neutralized both her and Xie Chongshan's attacks with just one hand, she knew that their martial arts were far inferior. She withdrew her legs and said, "Chongshan, there's no need to fight. We're no match for him. If we really fought, we would have died seven or eight times over."

The man praised, "'Five-Colored Flower Maiden' is indeed beautiful and intelligent. I can't help but be tempted."

Xie Chongshan angrily asked, "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer Xie Chongshan's question, but said, "Don't you two want to subdue this lowly servant Qin Xuefeng? Here's a perfect opportunity."

Xie Chongshan asked, "What opportunity?

" The man said, "Around noon tomorrow, Qin Xuefeng will be passing by Qingyun Mountain with a caravan. You deal with the caravan, I'll deal with Qin Xuefeng, and then you take her and I'll take your money, how about that?"

Dong Yan asked suspiciously, "Which man in the martial world isn't infatuated with Qin Xuefeng? How could you give her up to someone else?"

The man said, "My tastes are slightly different from ordinary people. Most people prefer pure and innocent virgins. But I think that an unromantic girl can't compare to a charming woman like Miss Dong. Chief Xie probably feels the same way, right?" As he spoke, his eyes brazenly darted over Dong Yan's naked body.

Dong Yan puffed out her chest, her two cherry-red nipples standing proudly erect, and giggled, "Then why did you come to us again? Our martial arts are nothing to you!"

The man replied, "I can't handle Qin Xuefeng and those bodyguards alone. Although their martial arts are weak, they're still a hindrance. Besides, I can't carry 100,000 taels of silver by myself. So I need to find some help. And..."

Xie Chongshan snorted, "And what?"

The man said, "And I discovered another unexpected benefit."

Dong Yan saw him stop talking and look at her, a malicious smile on his face, and knew what he meant. Secretly pleased, she said in a seductive voice, "What other benefits are there?"

The man replied, "Besides the money I need from Chief Jie, I have one more condition: I hope Miss Dong can spend some time with me." She thought to herself, "Look at Xie Chongshan's expression; he's already eager to have a chance with Qin Xuefeng. If I just give this harlot a little something sweet, why would he refuse?"

Xie Chongshan suddenly said, "Although your martial arts are very high, I don't think you can defeat Qin Xuefeng. If you fail, you might escape unscathed, but we'll be sending ourselves to our deaths."

The man's left hand suddenly moved, and Dong Yan and Xie Chongshan seemed to feel a faint light flash beside him. A crack suddenly appeared in the wall, and at the same time, there was a sound of something falling outside.

The two opened the window and saw several soldiers outside, motionless like clay statues. They must have been acupunctured while spying from outside. One soldier's head was gone, blood gushing from his neck, his head still slowly rolling on the ground not far away.

The two looked at each other in horror. Knowing that the man had just used unparalleled swordsmanship to cleave through the wall and behead the village soldier, Xie Chongshan was astonished. Such eyesight, inner strength, and swordsmanship were unbelievable to an ordinary person unless witnessed firsthand. Besides demonstrating his ability to defeat Qin Xuefeng, the man also subtly intended to establish his authority over the two.

Xie Chongshan gasped, struggling to suppress the tremor in his voice, and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

The man smiled and replied, "I am Zhan Tianxia."

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