Beauty in the Jianghu

The martial world was in turmoil, rife with bloodshed and violence. The martial arts world was plunged into its greatest catastrophe in three hundred years, with the resurgence of the demonic cult, slaughtering the righteous. Panic

gripped the land, and the world seemed shrouded in darkness. The ancient Shaolin Temple, standing for over eight hundred years, appeared to crumble under the gloomy night sky. Inside the abbot's chamber, the kind-faced Master Jue Tong sat with his eyes slightly closed. Seated before him were the leaders of several prestigious righteous sects: Wudang, Emei, Huashan, Kongtong, and Kunlun. These usually revered and aloof figures of martial arts justice were now trembling with fear. After nearly midnight of discussion, they despairingly concluded that the demonic cult's power was unprecedented; even the combined might of all the major sects was no match for them. Especially the eight elders of the demonic cult, each possessing terrifying power surpassing any of the sect leaders present. As for the leader of the Demonic Sect, no one has ever seen him; he is shrouded in mystery. However, to hold such a high position and command tens of thousands of highly skilled followers, especially the elders, his power must be extraordinary.

"Is the righteous martial arts world truly doomed?" the Wudang Sect Leader asked himself sorrowfully.

"I'm afraid it's unavoidable," the Huashan Sect Leader replied ominously, "unless…" "Unless what?" the Emei Sect Leader's eyes lit up. "Is there any way to save it?" The Huashan Sect Leader pondered, "Have any of you heard the legend of the Hundred Flowers Palace?" The Kongtong Sect Leader scoffed, "The Hundred Flowers Palace? That's just an old martial arts myth. How can you still be in the mood to talk about that at this moment?" The Emei Sect Leader recalled, "When I was very young, my master told me this story that happened more than three hundred years ago. Back then, the Demonic Sect was causing chaos, its power probably no less than today's, yet it was wiped out overnight by a stunningly beautiful woman. However…" Where did this woman come from? And where did she go? To this day, no one knows. Only the words she left on the cliff before she left: "Qingqing, maid of the Hundred Flowers Palace." Then she vanished without a trace. This was the first time the name Hundred Flowers Palace was known, but its exact location and who lived there remained unknown. "

If that woman named Qingqing, who single-handedly emboldened the Demonic Sect, was merely a maid of the Hundred Flowers Palace, then wouldn't everyone in the Hundred Flowers Palace be immortals?" "Alas! I think the Hundred Flowers Palace is probably just a myth. Besides, even if it were true, three hundred years have passed, and the people from back then would all be long gone," sighed the Kunlun Sect Leader.

Master Juetong clasped his hands and chanted, "Amitabha, the Demonic Sect only appears once every few centuries, each time it is destroyed but then rises again from the ashes. Perhaps this is divine punishment to warn the world, and we can only accept our fate." The other sect leaders were about to argue when suddenly a sinister laugh, "Hehehe—," came from outside the temple in the distance. A chilling voice said, "You all have quite the spirit for this late-night gathering. Let us join in the fun." As everyone was still wondering, a middle-aged monk rushed in in a panic, "Abbot!...Abbot! Something terrible has happened! The...the Demonic Sect..." Master Juetong frowned, "Dingqing, don't panic. What has happened? Have the Demonic Sect members arrived?" Monk Dingqing swallowed hard and said, "It's the Eighth Elder of the Demonic Sect leading a large number of followers to attack the mountain." Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned ashen, and cold sweat poured down their backs.

Master Juetong clapped his hands and said, "Amitabha, what's meant to happen can't be avoided. Dingqing, ring the alarm bell, all benefactors, follow me." The group left their meditation rooms, and at the same time, the Shaolin alarm bell rang loudly. All the monks quickly assembled, and each sect leader's trusted disciples came to their masters.

As they reached the mountain gate, they saw torches blazing across the mountains. Eight strangely shaped, menacing-looking old men stood before them—the eight elders of the Demonic Sect. While the group was still in a panic, a large golden sedan chair flew in from afar, carried by four burly, shirtless men on their shoulders. The four men swiftly carried the sedan chair from the treetops, their lightness skill alone demonstrating the level of a first-rate master.

Soon, the golden sedan chair landed before them. The eight elders and tens of thousands of followers on and below the mountain bowed down in unison, shouting, "Greetings, Master!" It was the Demonic Sect Master himself who had arrived. This time, the Demonic Sect seems to have mobilized its entire force, undoubtedly having received intelligence to annihilate all the major leaders of the righteous martial arts world here.

A long, sinister voice came from inside the sedan chair: "Very good, everyone's here. These are all stubborn old fogies; they probably won't submit. Let's just kill them all." Eight Demonic Sect elders and their followers below the mountain roared in agreement, poised to charge forward.

The righteous sects, knowing their survival was hopeless, could only lead their disciples to prepare for battle… Just then, a clear, cloud-like zither melody suddenly rang out from afar. Its sound was as beautiful as silk, like celestial music, its lingering beauty seemingly emanating from the moon palace, yet also as if it were right beside their ears. In an instant, everyone seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, stopping all movement.

The zither music grew closer, soon reaching above their heads. Everyone looked up and saw a stunningly beautiful woman in a purple dress, holding a long zither, standing atop a tree. Her flowing hair and ribbons danced in the night breeze, making her look like a fairy. The woman spoke with a delicate, orchid-like voice, "These members of the Demonic Sect are all stubborn old fogies; they're unlikely to repent. Let's just kill them all." Her tone was strikingly similar to that of the Demonic Sect leader from before. She then burst into a chuckle, a breathtakingly beautiful laugh that left everyone stunned, as if they had encountered a fairy from the Moon Palace.

After a while, several elders recovered their senses, their faces filled with anger, but restrained by the purple-clad woman's imposing aura, they dared not retaliate, suppressing their rage as they asked, "May I ask where you come from, young lady? Why are you meddling in this matter?" The purple-clad woman's smile vanished as she replied, "Your slaughter of living beings is against the natural order. Let me act on behalf of Heaven." As soon as she finished speaking, everyone present felt an invisible, immense pressure bearing down on them. The eight unruly demons struggled back and forth, unable to move. Their faces showed utter horror. In a moment of surprise, the golden sedan chair's roof suddenly split open, and a long-haired man in a golden robe soared into the sky, rushing towards the treetop like a shooting star.

The woman in purple, not expecting anyone to break through the restrictions and attack her, paused for a moment. Upon recognizing the newcomer, she smiled and said, "So it's Leader Sima. No wonder you're different." Everyone present was stunned. Was the Demonic Sect Leader's surname Sima? What was the relationship between this woman in purple and him?

The Demonic Sect Leader was even more astonished. His identity was extremely secretive; this woman had never met him before. How did she know?

These thoughts flashed by in the blink of an eye, and the Demonic Sect Leader had already reached within three zhang of the treetop.

The woman in purple smiled sweetly, and with her delicate, boneless fingers, she lightly plucked the strings of her zither. The Demonic Sect Leader immediately felt the scenery before him suddenly distort, losing his bearings. His vision went black, and he plummeted from the tree. The followers, who had just been gloating over their leader's unparalleled lightness skill, were horrified to see him faint before even meeting the woman in purple. They exclaimed, "Is there such a master in the world? Could she be a fairy from the Moon Palace descended to earth?" The woman in purple laughed, "Master Jue Tong, capture the leader, the rest you can handle." Suddenly, the righteous followers felt a relief, while the members of the demonic sect collapsed unconscious.

The woman in purple disappeared into the distance, still laughing.

Master Jue Tong and the others regained their senses, and the Emei sect leader asked in a high-pitched voice, "May I ask who you are, young lady?" But she had vanished without a trace.

Just as everyone was regretting not asking about the woman's origins sooner, they heard Master Jue Tong chant, "Amitabha, well done." Following Master Jue Tong's gaze, they saw a line of delicate characters carved on the trunk of the tree where the woman had stood: "Xiao Yu, maid of the Hundred Flowers Palace."

In the flickering candlelight, the beauty was as lovely as jade. Xiaoyu's face was flushed, and her eyes shone with happiness. After decades of arduous study and cultivation at Hundred Flowers Academy, she was finally about to graduate. What excited her even more was that, after being personally assessed by the Second Young Mistress, the Dean of Hundred Flowers Academy, she and her top-performing students not only successfully completed all the regular questions, but also completed the special task—eliminating the Demonic Cult. She completed it exceptionally well, because the timing and location were perfect, coinciding with the Demonic Cult leader and all his followers' appearance. This allowed her to complete the task in just half a day, including gathering intelligence, far short of the three-day deadline set by the Second Young Mistress. Moreover, none of the righteous people were injured or killed, resulting in extra points and the highest score among this year's graduates. Now, thinking about it, she felt incredibly lucky. Actually, Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Ru, who were in the same grade, were both quite outstanding, especially Lin Xiaoqian, who felt she was even better than herself. Her assignment was to make the young master ejaculate in her vagina, anus, and mouth three times within three days. Lin Xiaoqian was initially confident, relying on her good relationship with the young master. However, the young master had recently read a newly published novel called *Journey to the West* and became very interested. Suddenly, he ran off to discuss literature with Wu Cheng'en. Lin Xiaoqian's luck was extremely bad, because the young master wouldn't leave his friends to be intimate with his woman while discussing poetry and literature with a scholar. This Xiaoqian waited a long time for her opportunity, finally finding a chance to achieve her goal in the last half-day, but her score wouldn't be high.

As a reward for achieving the highest score this year, she would spend the night with the young master in his bedroom. Although she had made love with him many times before, it was mainly at school, with so many people around. It seemed his purpose was merely to allow them to absorb his essence during sex, thus improving their quality. How she wished he was making love to her out of love! This time, the location was his bedroom—his bed, where he slept every day, a sacred place in the hearts of many girls! Now she was about to receive his love here. Although this reward was only for her good grades, and she would return to her own room afterward, it was still a significant improvement.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. Xiaoyu heard her own heart pounding. The door opened, and the person she had longed for finally entered. He was so dashing, so handsome, yet his movements carried a languid air that only made him more alluring. Xiaoyu's breathing became heavy.

Lin Feng comfortably settled into the large chair, revealing a captivating smile that would take any girl's breath away:

"Have you been waiting long? Are you tired? Want some water?"

Xiao Yu shook her head: "I'm not tired. Waiting for Young Master is the most wonderful time for me, how could I be tired?" "Are you really not tired?" Lin Feng blinked, a mischievous look on his face. The

exceptionally clever Xiao Yu snapped out of her daze and hurriedly said, "Yes, Xiao Yu wants to drink Young Master's saliva." Saying this, she ran forward, nestled into the young master's arms, and offered her rosy lips. Lin Feng, just for fun, spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into Xiao Yu's mouth. Xiao Yu swallowed it as if drinking nectar. She loved any liquid from the young master, whether it was saliva, sweat, semen, or urine.

While enjoying Xiao Yu's sweet, girlish lips, Lin Feng gently kneaded her full, elastic breasts. Xiao Yu closed her eyes, enjoying this dreamlike pleasure.

Lin Feng kissed Xiao Yu for a while, then put her down and smiled, "Come, let me see my Xiao Yu's beautiful body." Xiao Yu stood up tremblingly, gracefully removing her clothes to reveal her curvaceous and alluring body to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of creation. His gaze slid down the smooth, graceful lines of Xiao Yu's body. The two tender, rosy nipples on her full, high breasts trembled slightly. Her beautifully curved arms were as smooth and white as jade, her waist was slender and delicate, and her firm, pert buttocks seemed to melt his eyes. Her flat, white abdomen aroused his imagination. Finally, Lin Feng's gaze fell on the thin pink slit between Xiao Yu's legs, hidden by dark pubic hair, and he admired it at will.

Under the young master's gaze, shy yet sweet Xiaoyu felt incredibly happy. It was the first time she had received such attention and appreciation from him. Previously, only Lin Xiaoqian among them had ever been alone with the young master, and she had only received his affection once, along with Jiang Ru. Now, the young master had finally noticed her too!

Lin Feng looked at Xiaoyu's blushing cheeks and smiled, gesturing towards his bed with his chin:

"Go lie down quickly, it's getting late, we need to go back soon."

So, Xiaoyu, who had just been seen as a fairy in the moon palace by the martial arts heroes, lay prone on the bed, her full buttocks raised high, her jade legs slightly parted, her crotch glowing pink, intently pleasing her beloved master.

Crystal Bell lay in the steaming bathtub, her exquisitely beautiful face emerging from the water. Her eyes were slightly closed, enjoying the comfortable feeling of soaking in the hot water, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, her small, pointed nose slightly upturned, displaying a lovely beauty.

After a while, Crystal Bell opened her beautiful eyes, like pools of autumn water, and began to rub and wash her delicate, flawless skin.

She washed very carefully. Whenever the young master assigned a new task, she always bathed and cleaned herself. At these times, she was always filled with joyful anticipation, because often, after completing the task, the young master would personally see her. Thinking of the young master, the love hidden deep in her heart... The intense heat seemed to melt her body.

Crystal Bell rose from the water, her snow-white, jade-like body shimmering with a crystal-like luster under the flowing water. This perfect body would put even angels to shame. Her crystal-like beautiful face and crystal-like exquisite heart confirmed that she was the one and only Crystal Bell among the countless women of the Lin family. The only thing unlike crystal was her steely will.

Crystal Bell dried herself, wrapped herself in a black, tight-fitting robe, put on a black mask, and carefully placed her crystal dagger. At this moment, she was a cold, sharp dagger; she was the assassin Crystal Bell.

To date, Crystal Bell had carried out twelve assassination missions of various kinds, targeting high-ranking officials, business tycoons, and celebrities, without a single failure. Even well-informed people outside her own family knew of the mysterious female assassin wielding a crystal dagger. Some even called her "Crystal Rose." A rose made of crystal—what kind of beauty must that be? However, though roses are beautiful, one should not forget the thorns on their stems. For many in the martial world, this beautiful name evokes only fear—the fear that one day, a beautiful crystal dagger will appear at their neck.

She gently opened the window and disappeared into the vast night.

************ The mansion of Lu Xiong, the "Gold Tooth." Magnificent and resplendent, with its bright lights and glittering colors, the lewd laughter of Lu Xiong and his women echoed from afar. Crystal Bell, having successfully bypassed the numerous hidden sentries and traps in the garden, had quietly infiltrated the room where Lu Xiong was. Hearing Lu Xiong's triumphant laughter, a victorious smile began to spread across Crystal Bell's face. So far, no one had ever escaped the cold crystal dagger in her hand. She seemed to see the young master, overjoyed at the news, stroking her face with his warm, strong hand… Crystal Bell darted into the room with a graceful roll, the noise inside abruptly ceasing. Crystal Bell quickly stood up, realizing she had fallen into the enemy's trap. The black wilderness clothes stood out starkly in the brightly lit room, and at least ten dark gun barrels were pointed at her. Lu Xiong, his face stern, sat upright in the armchair directly in front of her; there was no trace of his earlier playfulness.

Lu Xiong admired Crystal Bell's incredibly alluring curves beneath her bodysuit. Although her face was covered by a mask, her stunning beauty was still evident in her exposed eyes. Even the worldly-wise Lu Xiong couldn't help but marvel at such a beautiful assassin. He asked, "Who sent you? If you tell me, I might spare your life." When his gaze fell on Crystal Bell's hand, "Crystal Rose?" Lu Xiong's pupils contracted, his surprise turning to fear. But seeing the bodyguards around him already pointing guns at him, he calmed down and hissed, "Who? Who sent you to kill me?" Crystal Bell didn't answer. She tightened her grip on the dagger. Her marksmanship was always excellent. If she had a gun now, even with her loyal bodyguards using their bodies to block her shots, she still had a 30% chance of killing Lu Xiong. Now, she held a sharp dagger in her hand, so her chances of success were at least 90%. She was confident that she was faster than a bullet, and while bullets would eventually run out, daggers wouldn't.

As Crystal Bell leaped into the air, ten gun barrels fired almost simultaneously. Crystal Bell easily dodged the incoming bullets, her forward momentum undiminished, the tip of her blade almost touching Lu Xiong's throat.

Lu Xiong, his face contorted with rage, suddenly flipped the armrest of his right armchair, unleashing a blinding arc of fire that shot towards Crystal Bell like a venomous snake.

A rocket!? Crystal Bell's vision went red-hot. In a flash, her body twisted like a pretzel, a spiraling force pulling her sideways. The flaming snake whistled as it grazed Crystal Bell's leg and hurtled away into the distance.

The rapid friction of the flames caused Crystal Bell to feel a burning pain on her side, but her arduous training prevented her from hesitating. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of the crystal dagger flicked out a bright red flower from Lu Xiong's throat. Lu Xiong's eyes widened in disbelief... Crystal Bell had no interest in Lu Xiong a second time. Amidst the panicked shouts of the crowd, she once again disappeared into the night.

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The gently rippling West Lake appeared even more enchanting under the silvery moonlight. Crystal Bell repeatedly scooped up the tender lake water, hoping to wash away the scars on her legs. The long, dark burn mark on her snow-white legs was so glaring. With each wash, Crystal Bell despaired. This crystal-perfect, flawless body had once been the young master's favorite, and now she was about to lose it all. How could the young master still like a body with such unsightly scars? As

time drew near, Crystal Bell had no choice but to gather her sorrow and fly towards where the young master was waiting for her.

"Is the mission complete?" Lin Feng's gentle voice rang out.

Crystal Bell knelt on the ground, gazing at the young master's handsome face and the warm smile that made her feel warm all over. She lowered her head and answered, "Complete." "Excellent, well done, Crystal." Lin Feng stepped forward and gently stroked Crystal Bell's head.

Crystal Bell dared not look up: "Young master, Crystal Bell will do whatever you ask, even if it costs me my life." "Hmm!" Lin Feng nodded approvingly and said softly, "Take off your clothes." Crystal Bell trembled. These words, which used to intoxicate her, now sounded like a curse, filling her with fear. Crystal Bell cursed the despicable Lu Xiong in her heart. If it weren't for his damned tricks, what a wonderful night this would have been. If the young master didn't want her today, she could restore her flawless skin within three days. But if the young master saw those ugly scars now, he might feel disgusted and never want her again.

Lin Feng glanced at Crystal Bell's dazed expression, then quickly chuckled, "Ah! Look, look, I really don't know how to be considerate. You just finished a mission with great effort, how could you possibly have this thought? It's my fault, Crystal, you should go back and rest. See you next time." With that, he turned to leave.

Crystal Bell's heart sank to her feet. She wondered if the young master was angry? Reporting after completing a mission was practically the only way she could see the young master. If the young master, with his genius memory, now thought she wasn't in the mood for sex after completing a mission, wouldn't she never have the chance to enjoy his love again?

Just as Lin Feng was about to leave, Crystal Bell gritted her teeth and cried out, "Young master, don't go! Crystal Bell doesn't want to leave you!" Lin Feng turned back, and once again saw Crystal Bell's exquisite, naked body. Under the bright moonlight, Crystal Bell's fair skin shimmered with a captivating glow. She gently stepped over the clothes she had just removed and walked towards Lin Feng. She decided to take a gamble. If the young master ignored her because of this, she would let the gentle West Lake be her final resting place. Crystal Bell's left hand hung down, discreetly covering her injury. She tried her best to maintain a natural posture. She prayed that the young master wouldn't find out.

However, nothing could escape the young master's keen eyes. Lin Feng asked in surprise,

"Little Crystal, what happened to your leg?"

Crystal Bell felt dizzy, as if she was about to collapse. Just as she was about to fall, a strong arm had already pulled her into an embrace. At the same time, she felt a cool sensation on her side. Lin Feng whispered gently in Crystal Bell's ear, "I knew something was wrong with you from the moment I saw you. So that's what it was about. You silly girl." Crystal Bell looked down and saw that the young master was touching the abrasion on her thigh. The cool sensation drove away the previous burning. "Don't you mind, young master?" A wave of happiness washed over Crystal Bell in an instant. The young master was so kind to her! A single, glistening tear uncontrollably slid down her beautiful face.

When Crystal Bell regained her balance, Lin Feng released her, smiling, and said, "Look at your wound. Does it still hurt?" Crystal Bell looked down. The once black burn was now covered in smooth, white skin, without a trace. Crystal Bell smiled sweetly, her confidence and lost strength returning.

"Do you have the strength to stand now?" Lin Feng asked with a smile. Crystal Bell nodded happily.

"But I don't want you to still be standing like this," the young master said, his mischievous expression returning. He glanced to the side. Crystal Bell followed his gaze and saw a smooth stone lying there. A blush rose to Crystal Bell's pretty face.

Crystal Bell braced her arms on the smooth, cold stone, her snow-white, pink buttocks raised high, her pink crotch already glistening with moisture. Behind her, Lin Feng gently embraced Crystal Bell's slender waist, his penis thrusting forcefully, penetrating to the deepest part of her tender flower.

Crystal Bell twisted her waist and hips with all her might, using her smooth, soft buttocks to slam against the rock-hard abs of the man behind her, using the most delicate and beautiful part of her body—her vagina—to rub against his steel-hard penis. A

series of lewd moans rang out, and love juices splattered. Lin Feng ravaged the incomparably beautiful body before him, his thick, long penis freely entering and exiting the girl's most private parts, her pink, tender labia being rubbed and folded, yet the owner of those labia danced and sang wildly in extreme pleasure.

Crystal Bell was excited, completely frenzied. For this brief moment of madness, she was willing to do anything for her young master.

Crystal Bell reached three consecutive orgasms, each gush of fluid washing the penis until it was smooth and glistening. Soaked and still not satisfied, the penis surged forward, plunging into the even tighter anus. A strange pleasure once again stirred Crystal Bell's heartstrings. Her body felt as if it were being nailed to a cross of madness and pleasure.

The valiant penis, not content with merely occupying the two "towns" of the girl's body, dragged its filth-covered body into her rosy, sacred mouth under the gaze of Crystal Bell's beautiful eyes. Crystal Bell's slender, white hands played the role of Wu Sangui, who led the Qing army into the pass, luring the enemy into his own territory. At this point, all the "towns" of the girl's body had fallen.

Lin Feng pulled his penis out of the last hole in Crystal Bell's body and ejaculated onto Crystal Bell's beautiful face, which was said to be as clear and translucent as crystal. A large amount of hot and thick semen almost covered Crystal Bell's eyes, mouth, and nose. Crystal Bell was already limp all over and lay motionless on the stone, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the semen that was full of the young master's aura.

Suddenly, the stone beneath her moved, startling Crystal Bell, who jumped to her feet. The once hard and smooth stone was now actually a naked woman! The stone slowly rose, its shapely curves even slightly surpassing Crystal Bell's. Crystal Bell stared at the newcomer and exclaimed, "Sister!" Lin Feng greeted her with a smile, "Hey! Blackbird Bell, thank you for your hard work!"

[The End]

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