[Fantasy] The Book and the Sword Fanfiction (Complete) - 1-3

The prologue to "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens"

begins with the story of Chen Jialuo leading the heroes of the Red Flower Society into hiding in the desert. Suddenly, heroes rose up across the martial world, and many unscrupulous individuals used the Red Flower Society's name to commit shameless acts.

On this day, Lu Feiqing, who had just assumed the position of Wudang Sect Leader, sat in the main hall receiving a guest—Chen Jialuo's personal page, Xin Yan.

"Brother Xin Yan, we're all on the same side. What are your orders, Chief Chen?" Lu Feiqing said politely to Xin Yan.

"I wouldn't dare. Chief Chen summoned me mainly because someone committed a massacre in Jiangnan, and I heard someone framed the Red Flower Society. That's why I've come. I've also stopped by to visit you, Senior."

"Oh, I've heard about this too. Someone dares to be so bold! I already sent Zhong Chuxiong to investigate this case the other day." Zhong Chuxiong was from Wudang and was Lu Feiqing's disciple.

"I have another purpose in coming here. Someone has committed a series of flower-picking crimes in Fujian, and even brazenly wrote my name on the wall. It's outrageous!" Xin Yan's face flushed with anger.

"Should I send some disciples with you? It would be good to have some company on the journey." Lu Feiqing was a little worried about Xin Yan

traveling alone. "Thank you for your trouble, senior. I'm just making preparations ahead. Master Wen and Master Wei are also coming. I've come today to pay my respects to you. I'll take my leave now." Xin Yan finished speaking and bowed deeply.

The first time Feng Xiao Jiu Tian returned

to Jiangnan, Jinling was full of life, with birds singing and grass growing. A rider in the dust on the official road was none other than Xin Yan of the Red Flower Society. He rode the famous Ferghana horse he had borrowed from Luo Bing. In his heart, he thought of the smiling Sister-in-law Wen, her fiery figure and her irresistible laughter. Xin Yan couldn't help but think of the night before he left.

That night, it was dark and windy. As usual, Xin Yan got up to use the restroom in the middle of the night and saw some light coming from the west wing. Xin Yan wondered, "What is Fourth Sister-in-law doing in the middle of the night? Fourth Master isn't here." So he darted to the window of the west wing. Xin Yan's light-footed skills were personally taught by the eccentric swordsman Yuan Shixiao of Tianchi, so the person inside couldn't hear him.

Xin Yan peeked out and, good heavens, it was Luo Bing taking a bath. Luo Bing sat in the tub, her long, black hair cascading down her chest, and he could vaguely see her breasts. She was wiping herself with a towel, humming a little tune, her hands occasionally kneading her breasts, sometimes even reaching down to her lower body. The water rippled, and Xin Yan couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, his mind wandering.

Suddenly, Luo Bing stood up, revealing her long, slender lower body, a prominent mons pubis, and a pubic mound with pubic hair. He was about to look further when he heard footsteps and had to retreat hastily.

As Xin Yan was lost in thought, he heard a cold voice: "Xu Tianfang, the flower-picking hero of the Red Flower Society and a constable from Jinling, has been waiting here for a long time." The speaker had a bushy beard and piercing eyes.

"Eh, how do you recognize me?" Xin Yan was puzzled, because he rarely ventured into the Central Plains, and few in the martial arts world recognized him.

Xu Tianfang snorted and said, "I recognize you, you shameless scoundrel. Do you still remember the bloody crime you committed at the Cao residence in Jinling seven days ago?"

Xin Yan was furious and said, "Why do you insist that I committed the crime? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Xu Tianfang's eyes gleamed strangely, and he shouted, "I saw it with my own eyes, boy! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because the Red Flower Society has many members? Today, even if I'm torn to pieces, I will capture you. Show me your skills!" After saying that, Xu Tianfang took a half-bow stance, his hands flashing, ready to fight.

Enraged, Xin Yan leaped from his horse, unleashing a powerful "Eagle Soaring Through the Sky" mid-air, his legs flying in rapid succession, each kick seamlessly linked to the next. In that instant, his movements displayed eighty-one variations, incorporating the ultimate techniques of the Eccentric Swordsman of Tianchi and the Daoist Master Wuchen.

Xu Tianfang, recognizing the danger, somersaulted and gracefully dodged, his hands forming a semi-circle, a "Sealing and Closing" move that completely blocked Xin Yan's powerful follow-up attack.

"Who are you? Are you a disciple of the Tai Chi School?" Xin Yan exclaimed in shock. His opponent was clearly a master of internal martial arts; how could the small Six Doors of Jinling Prefecture possess such a master?

Just as Xin Yan was still reeling from the shock, many people jumped down from the trees on both sides, and a large net enveloped him. He was about to struggle when a tingling sensation ran through his chest; his pressure points had been sealed. Xu Tianfang chuckled, "A true man fights with wits, not strength.

Later, I'll let you taste the various secret techniques of our Six Doors." Several buckets of cold water were poured over Xin Yan's head by the Jinling Prefecture constables, and he shuddered awake. He had already endured more than a dozen tortures, each one excruciating. His anus was distorted beyond recognition by the red-hot iron rods. Between life and death, his biggest thought was: Why aren't my brothers here yet? I can't take it anymore if they don't come soon.

The second chapter of "Wind Howls Across the Nine Heavens

," Gansu, the Lanzhou branch of the Red Flower Society.

After instructing someone in the kitchen to warm the medicine, Luo Bing returned to the inner room to change clothes. Every day, she personally prepared the medicine for the Grand Master. Six years ago, Chen Jialuo, lacking sufficient skill, had forced himself to practice the "Butcher's Skill" in the ancient desert city, leaving him with lingering health problems. His master, Yuan Shixiao, prescribed him a tonic.

This was originally the servant's duty, but Luo Bing volunteered, partly to repay the Grand Master for risking his life to save Wen Tailai, and partly because she secretly desired to be closer to the gentle and handsome young Grand Master. In recent years, Wen Tailai had become less interested in sex due to his focused training. Luo Bing, however, was in her prime, full of vigor and desire. As the saying goes, "When one is well-fed and warm, one thinks of lust." With no one else at the branch headquarters, Luo Bing looked at herself in the mirror, feeling still radiant and captivating.

So she went back to the kitchen to take the medicine to Chen Jialuo's residence. Chen Jialuo lived alone in a large wing in the southeast corner, preferring quiet. At that moment, he was reading alone.

"Chief, it's time to rest. Come and take your medicine." Luo Bing looked at the handsome Chief with concern.

Chen Jialuo looked up and saw a beautiful face blooming before him. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stood up, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Fourth Sister-in-law." He then downed his medicine in one gulp. "Fourth Sister-in-law, please sit here." Chen Jialuo offered Luo Bing the chair he had been sitting in.

Although they had known each other for many years, they had never been alone together like this before. Luo Bing sighed and sat down at the table, looking at the book Chen Jialuo had been reading. She said, "Chief, you are truly accomplished in both literature and martial arts, and you know so many books. Your Fourth Sister-in-law can barely read a few characters."

"Fourth Sister-in-law is too modest." Chen Jialuo felt a little strange after finishing his medicine. "Fourth Sister-in-law, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me Jialuo."

"Is that alright? Or should I call you Brother?" Luo Bing smiled at Chen Jialuo, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, her gaze somewhat unfocused. As she stood up, her body suddenly went limp. Chen Jialuo quickly stepped forward to support her, and Luo Bing let out a soft cry as she collapsed into his arms. He felt a surge of heat, lifted her up, and placed her on the desk. He buried his face in her mouth, kissing her passionately, his tongue darting inside her mouth. Luo Bing's tongue danced back and forth, occasionally releasing her sweet saliva.

Chen Jialuo found Luo Bing's mouth fragrant, pleasant, gentle, and smooth. After a passionate kiss, Chen Jialuo unbuckled Luo Bing's belt and pulled her pants down, revealing her plump, fleshy buttocks, her inner thighs covered in hair, and her vulva wide open. He vigorously rubbed it, feeling waves of vaginal fluid overflowing from her vagina.

Luo Bing's vagina contracted, her whole body itching. She quickly grabbed Chen Jialuo's erect penis. Chen Jialuo placed her legs on his shoulders, wrapped his arms around her waist, and thrust his penis deep into her vagina. Luo Bing felt a burning sensation inside her vagina, and her clitoris was so painful and itchy that it felt like it was about to break. She made a loud, lewd sound and said, "Brother, I'm going to kill your fourth sister-in-law. Hurry up and use your strength. Don't stop. Crush my wet hole to relieve my sister's itch."

As Chen Jialuo thrust into her forcefully, he hummed, "Looks like Fourth Brother hasn't had enough of you, you slut. Watch me fuck you to death today." Hearing her moans, Chen Jialuo felt the hot, taut vaginal walls tightly enveloping his large penis. Each thrust brought a wave of pleasure, and he was extremely excited. With a sudden thrust, he ejaculated a stream of hot, wet semen into Luo Bing's wet vagina. Luo Bing felt a heat in her vagina, dizziness, and another wave of pleasure.

The two finished their lovemaking. Only then did Chen Jialuo regain his senses. Seeing his fourth sister-in-law lying there, her lower body a mess, he cried out, "What happened to me? Why is this happening?" Clearly, he had been drugged; otherwise, with his willpower, he couldn't have done such an immoral thing. Luo Bing took a while to wake up. Seeing Chen Jialuo in unbearable pain, she hurriedly went to comfort him, saying, "Brother, don't be like this. Fourth Sister-in-law is fine, and besides, it was her own choice." Chen Jialuo looked at Luo Bing with pain, feeling a sense of bewilderment.

In the third chapter of *The Wind

Howls Through the Nine Heavens*, it is said that Thunder Hand Wen Tailai and Nine-Lives Leopard Wei Chunhua, having received orders from Chief Chen Jialuo, rushed to Jiangnan to retrieve Xin Yan. That day, they were hurrying to Mujia Village in Hubei.

"Fourth Brother, shall we rest here for a while before continuing?" Wei Chunhua was covered in dust and sweat.

"Alright, let's have some tea and rest first." It was clear that Wen Tailai didn't want to stop, indicating the urgency of the situation.

The teahouse waiter came forward to serve, and soon brought two cups of hot tea. Wei Chunhua quickly downed them in one gulp. Just as Wen Tailai was about to drink, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He immediately stood up, only to see four figures swiftly pounce on him.

Wen Tailai roared, grabbed a bench and swung it around, kicking the table and chairs at the attackers in a flurry of kicks. Then, he saw Wei Chunhua swaying precariously, clearly poisoned.

Wen Tailai coldly looked at the four men and said, "The Four Eagles of Changbai are supposed to be well-known figures in the martial arts world. How come they're up to petty theft today?"

A thin, sharp-faced man spat, "This isn't some kind of sleeping potion we gave you. You've been around the martial arts world for so long, how can you not see through such despicable tricks?" The four men laughed loudly, "You're now wanted criminals by the imperial court. We're here to arrest you on the orders of Lord Zhang Jin of the Ministry of Justice. There's no point in saying more today. You're a man of principle, Wen, so we won't make things difficult for you. How about you come with us?"

Wen Tailai asked in surprise, "When did you become lackeys of the Qing Dynasty? How did you know we'd be passing through here today?" Clearly, there was a traitor among them; only their own people knew about their journey. Those who had been sitting at the table drinking tea stood up; this time, they had come prepared. Wen Tailai supported the swaying Wei Chunhua, glanced around, and saw the extremely dire situation. Suddenly, with lightning speed, his left hand grabbed the tea server, swung him around, and hurled him at the enemy.

Wen Tailai felt a gust of wind behind his head, turned around, and swept his leg back, kicking the attacker. He saw the eagle's claws flashing, and Wen Tailai knew from the first exchange that he was surrounded. He could escape on his own, but with his poisoned ninth brother by his side, breaking out was impossible. But Wen Tailai was a man of fierce courage, a veteran of countless battles, and the more fierce the fight, the more spirited he became. In a short time, he was punching and kicking, engaging enemies from all sides.

Meanwhile, in the Kang Prince's mansion in Beijing, a series of moans came from the Prince's bedroom: "Gently, I'm going to die, ah... I'm going to die, faster, faster!" A muscular man was seen thrusting repeatedly on top of a beautiful woman. The woman draped her legs over the man's shoulders, emitting lewd moans as she scratched and clawed at his back, leaving it covered in long, red scratches.

After a while, the man convulsed, clearly having ejaculated. The woman who landed on top of the beautiful woman was none other than An Tai, the eldest son of Prince Kang. The woman was Ru Hua, Prince Kang's most favored fifth concubine. Their affair had lasted for years, and today, taking advantage of the prince's absence from court, they had engaged in passionate lovemaking for some time.

An Tai straightened his clothes and left through a side door. In the blink of an eye, he was back at Chunhui Tower in the west of the city. In An Tai's mind, Prince Kang was a tyrant, for he had witnessed his father repeatedly rape his mother in front of him, leaving without a word, only his mother, disheveled and weeping. Each time, the mother and son would embrace and weep, living together like this since childhood.

Last night, he overheard a grand conspiracy: his father, Prince Kang, was launching a major attack on the Red Flower Society on Emperor Qianlong's orders. Because An Tai usually kept his emotions hidden and outwardly showed utmost respect to his father, Prince Kang trusted him implicitly. Furthermore, as the heir apparent, everyone in the Prince's residence knew he was the future Prince Kang, so his presence was akin to the Prince himself. But who knew that he was also a member of the Red Flower Society? Several years ago, while traveling in the south to Yuelu, he met Yu Yutong, the fourteenth leader of the Red Flower Society. The two became fast friends, and under Yu Yutong's guidance, An Tai immediately joined the Red Flower Society.

Chunhui Tower was a liaison point for the Red Flower Society in Beijing. Upon entering, An Tai immediately went to a side room on the second floor, where a young man with a scarred face sat, holding a golden flute—it was none other than the Golden Flute Scholar, Yu Yutong.

"Brother Antai, I've been waiting for you for quite some time." Yu Yutong smiled broadly, holding a wine cup in his hand. "If you hadn't come soon, I would have drunk all this thirteen-year-old Shaoxing daughter's red wine."

"Brother, I was just about to go out when something came up. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'll drink the penalty." Antai was too embarrassed to admit that he was late because of "that kind of thing.

" "Haha, I'll accept the penalty for such fine wine. Brother, you've got a clever plan."

"Brother, this matter can't be delayed. Something's happened." Antai whispered in Yu Yutong's ear.

Yu Yutong was shocked and said, "Brother, you've done a great service. You go back to the palace first, and I'll inform the brothers immediately." After saying that, he whistled, and a carrier pigeon flew in from outside the window.

In the fourth chapter of "The Wind Howls

Through the Nine Heavens," a message arrived: "Chief, I received a message from Fourteenth Brother via carrier pigeon. Brother Xinyan has been captured by Qing Dynasty henchmen, and Fourth Brother Wen and Ninth Brother Wei are missing." The person who entered was none other than Master Wuchen, the second-in-command of the Red Flower Society. "Furthermore, Fourteenth Brother has received reliable information that we have a traitor!"

Chen Jialuo sat quietly at his desk, listening intently, and said calmly, "Second Brother, Old Master Zhou is in Luoyang. Inform them to search for Fourth Brother and Ninth Brother nearby. I already know about the traitor; I'll have Third Brother handle this. Pack your things, and let's go to Jiangnan." Chen Jialuo was still seething with resentment over the drugging incident. These past few days, he had to face Fourth Sister-in-law Wen every day. Although Luo Bing pretended to be nonchalant, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

"Should we inform Eleventh Sister about Fourth Brother?" Wuchen asked for instructions. Chen Jialuo nodded and said, "I'll go tell them. You go and prepare. We'll set off tonight."

At this moment, Luo Bing was quietly admiring the flowers in the back garden, but her heart was surging with excitement. These past few days, Chen Jialuo had been cold to her, and she wondered if he looked down on her. Just as her heart was fluttering, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Without turning around, she recognized the voice as belonging to the Grand Master.

A hand gently rested on Luo Bing's shoulder, and a tender voice echoed in her ear: "Fourth Sister-in-law, you've had a hard time these past few days."

Tears welled up in Luo Bing's eyes, and she turned around, hugging Chen Jialuo tightly, crying, "You've been so cold to me these past few days. I thought you were going to ignore me forever."

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, her face like a pear blossom in the rain, Chen Jialuo was momentarily captivated. He quickly composed himself: "Fourth Sister-in-law, something's happened to Fourth Brother."

Luo Bing paled. After all, they had been husband and wife for many years, sharing a bed and weathering many hardships. "What happened to him?"

“He and Ninth Brother went to Jiangnan to investigate a case, and we lost contact with them in Hubei. I’ve already notified Seventh Brother Xu and the others to search nearby.” Chen Jialuo gently wiped away the tears on Luo Bing’s face. “Even if it costs me my life, I will definitely find Fourth Brother for you.”

Luo Bing looked at him with her beautiful eyes, nestled against him, and said softly, “I will be heartbroken if anything happens to either of you.”

Chen Jialuo suddenly felt a warmth on her body, and his heart fluttered. He wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, and his right hand slipped inside her clothes. Luo Bing let out a soft moan, panting heavily.

Chen Jialuo looked around. Besides a swarm of buzzing bees, only the two of them were in the garden. He figured with his skill, he could detect anyone approaching, and no one would dare enter without his command. So he lifted Luo Bing's long skirt, one hand already reaching into her alluring, wet paradise. He lifted one of Luo Bing's legs and thrust forward, his erect member slamming into her with a loud thud.

Luo Bing cried out, her beautiful buttocks pressing forward. The two stood under the pear tree, making love, as the setting sun cast a crimson glow upon the adulterous couple.

"Wake up, Brother Xinyan!" A sallow-faced man in a black cloth robe shook Xinyan.

Xin Yan slightly opened his eyes. He didn't recognize the man in front of him at all. Seeing Xin Yan's suspicious expression, the man smiled and said, "My name is Zhong Chuxiong. Master Lu Feiqing of Wudang is my mentor."

Xin Yan immediately felt relieved and hurriedly stood up to pay his respects. Zhong Chuxiong pressed him down, saying, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, so rest is important. This is where I'm staying. Rest assured and recover here. I've already informed Master Wu Changfu of your Hangzhou branch." Xin Yan felt much relieved and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, in Ximafan, Xishui, Hubei,

a young woman in red was brewing medicine in a thatched hut. This woman had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a beautiful face. She was none other than Zhou Qi, the only daughter of Iron-Blooded Zhou Zhongying, nicknamed "Pretty Li Kui." Lying on the bed was a pale-faced man in brocade robes. Upon closer inspection, he was none other than Wei Chunhua, the ninth leader of the Red Flower Society.

During the fierce battle at Mujiaji that day, Wen Tailai was on the verge of collapse. The enemy seized an opportunity to strike Wei Chunhua. Wen Tailai drew his belt and unleashed the Ruyi Eighteen Whip Technique from Qin Yunniang of Dabie Mountain. Powered by his internal energy, it was as sharp as a steel blade. The Four Eagles of Changbai were forced to circle around, temporarily avoiding his attack, waiting for Wen Tailai's internal energy to wane before launching another assault.

Suddenly, Wen Tailai unfurled a flagpole bearing the character "茶" (tea), its fluttering powerfully. Seizing the opportunity, he leaped onto a powerful horse, wrapped his sash around Wei Chunhua, and with a whistle, the horse charged forward. The enemy shouted and gave chase. Wen Tailai roared, like a thunderclap in a clear sky. The pursuers stopped in their tracks as Wen Tailai soared into the air, his fists striking out—his famous "Thunderbolt Palm."

With a single move, "Evil Tiger Blocks the Road," Wen Tailai stood in the way. Two of the four Changbai eagles leaped into the air, attacking Wen Tailai's upper body, while the other two eagles swung their talons, aiming for his lower body. Wen Tailai instantly switched from fists to palms, each punch and palm strike accompanied by a fierce shout. Sometimes the shout preceded the punch, sometimes the punch followed by the shout, sometimes the fist and the sound intertwined, sometimes there was only sound without the punch. The shouts and palm techniques were intertwined, his movements faster and his shouts louder, his imposing presence demonstrating his growing strength.

Gradually, only the four Changbai eagles remained to defend themselves. Wen Tailai quickened his pace, suddenly extending his right hand to grab the three eagles' "Da Guan" acupoints on their chests, then using them as a shield. The three Changbai eagles cried out in surprise and immediately withdrew their grip. Deeply attached to their brotherhood, they dared not intercept him any further, and could only watch helplessly as Wen Tailai mounted his horse and rode away. Wen Tailai tossed out a single sentence: "I'll trouble your brothers to see him off. I'll release him later. We'll meet again." The Three Eagles of Changbai knew Wen Tailai was a man of his word, so they weren't too worried about their brother's life.

After breaking through the encirclement, Wen Tailai threw the three eagles off their horses, leaving them slumped on the ground. He galloped wildly for dozens of miles, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his chest. He coughed up a mouthful of thick blood and collapsed unconscious in the green grass at the foot of Funiu Mountain.

It was the height of summer, and the weather was unusually hot and humid. Zhou Qi, already an eight-year-old child, possessed a captivating beauty as a young woman. Her face was flushed, her beauty radiant, and she gazed longingly at her handsome and dashing Ninth Brother, Wei Chunhua, sleeping soundly on the bed.

Actually, marrying Xu Tianhong was not her own choice; she was forced into it by circumstances and pressure, and secretly looked down on her unattractive husband. After the marriage, Xu Tianhong was busy with the affairs of the association and rarely had time to play with her, unaware that Zhou Qi was in her prime. Just then, her father, Zhou Zhongying, rescued her long-desired dream lover, further fueling her infatuation.

Meanwhile, her father and husband went out to search for Wen Tailai, the Fourth Master Wen, and three days had passed without their return. Just then, Wei Chunhua groaned on the bed, and Zhou Qi woke up with a start. She quickly went to support him and said softly, "Ninth Brother, you're awake. Lie down first, I'll feed you your medicine."

Upon seeing Zhou Qi, Wei Chunhua felt relieved and asked, "Sister, where is Fourth Brother?" Years ago, Zhou Zhongying greatly favored Wei Chunhua. However, due to the limited talent of Xu Tianhong and Meng Jianxiong, who were unable to inherit his unparalleled martial arts, he adopted Wei Chunhua as his son, making them father and son in name only, but master and disciple in reality.

"Don't worry, Dad and Tianhong have mobilized all their forces to search for Fourth Brother. They should find him soon," Zhou Qi comforted him.

"How can I not worry? If anything happens to Fourth Brother, I'll be damned. How can I face Fourth Sister-in-law and all the brothers of the Red Flower Society?" Wei Chunhua said bitterly. As he spoke, he swayed again, and Zhou Qi quickly stepped forward to support him. His face was flushed red, as if he were drunk. It turned out that the poison Wei Chunhua had been given wasn't the ordinary Mongolian-Han medicine from the martial arts world, but rather a unique antidote from the Penglai Medicine King Sect in Shandong. Only a special antidote could cure it

completely. Zhou Zhongying thought he had cured the poison, but he didn't know that if the poison wasn't eradicated, it would flare up every three days, each time more severe than the last. Seeing the fire burning in his eyes, Zhou Qi felt a pang of fear. She pressed her hands on his shoulders, trying to make him lie down, but unexpectedly, Wei Chunhua suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply on the lips. Her body went limp; she felt her teeth being forced open and her tongue being tightly sucked. Then she felt a cool sensation in her lower body—her underpants had been removed.

Zhou Qi was both ashamed and delighted, her hands slightly resisting. However, this alluring yet coy posture only fueled Wei Chunhua's lust. He forcefully removed his clothes, pulled up his enormous member, and thrust it into Zhou Qi's already wet vagina, pumping wildly, each thrust more ferocious than the last. Zhou Qi felt a burning pain in her lower body, followed by an intense itching, and couldn't help but let out moans. The thatched hut was filled with lewd sounds.

Wei Chunhua ejaculated amidst a raging torrent, his mind instantly clearing. Seeing Zhou Qi lying beneath him, panting heavily, his heart sank; he knew he had committed a grave mistake. "Brother, don't go," Zhou Qi pleaded, clutching Wei Chunhua's hand. "If you go, I'll go too," Wei Chunhua said, tears welling in his eyes, gazing

into the distance. He saw the setting sun like blood, and flocks of crows flying in disarray. At this moment, his heart was like a cuckoo weeping blood; he knew deeply that he had no place left in the martial world. He turned to Zhou Qi and said, "Sister, you know my character. I have never done anything to betray my brothers in my life, but now that a grave mistake has been made, I have nothing more to say. I only hope you will forget this matter. I must go." With that, he shouldered his pack, mounted his steed, and galloped away with a long neigh. Zhou Qi's eyes were blurred with tears, but she saw a rider in red dust gradually disappearing into the setting sun and among the grass and trees. A heat rose in her chest, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. On the ancient road of Xianyang, three riders were galloping at full speed. One of them had a face like jade and a tall, elegant figure; he was none other than Chen Jialuo, the leader of the Red Flower Society. The two beside him, one dressed in Taoist robes and the other in red, were none other than the Red Flower Society's second-in-command, the Daoist Master Wuchen, the Sword of Life-Chasing, and Luo Bing, the Mandarin Duck Blades. At this moment, they knew that a great conspiracy was about to be ensnared in the Red Flower Society like a fishing net, but they were still unclear about how the enemy would strike, and they couldn't help but feel somewhat passive. Seeing Luo Bing's travel-worn face, Chen Jialuo said, "Let's stop for a bite and continue tomorrow." The three dismounted and saw the Yuebin Inn by the roadside bustling with activity. They asked the waiter to choose two relatively clean rooms. After a while, a man in a tight-fitting outfit approached. He made a large red flower gesture with his hands over his chest and said, "This subordinate, Zhao Sanli, from the Xi'an branch, greets the Grand Master." Chen Jialuo grunted and said, "So it's Vice Grand Master Zhao. Where is Li Kun?" Zhao Sanli's eyes were red, and he choked up, saying, "Grand Master Li was ambushed and killed at the horse ranch last night and has passed away." Master Wuchen couldn't help but stand up and said, "Li Kun was skilled in martial arts; he must have been poisoned."

"I observed carefully that day, Chief Li said he received orders from the headquarters to rush to Beijing to meet with the Fourteenth Master, and he took four brothers with him. They all perished, their skulls shattered, caused by a very powerful internal martial arts technique." Zhao Sanli bowed and said, "The bodies are currently at the branch headquarters. Should the headquarters go and take a look?"

The Xi'an branch of the Red Flower Society was located in the northeast of Xi'an Prefecture, a secluded place. As soon as Chen Jialuo and the other two entered, they suddenly smelled a faint, strange fragrance. Chen Jialuo and Wuchen knew something was wrong and quickly held their breath. Seeing that Luo Bing was already swaying, Wuchen shouted and his sword flashed, blocking all the approaching Dark Green Sons. But then Zhao Sanli attacked with a short blade. Wuchen was furious. He swung his long sword, using it like a knife, and unleashed a powerful "Splitting Mount Hua" strike at Zhao Sanli's head. The move was swift as lightning. Zhao Sanli was shocked and quickly rolled away, but it was too late. One of his arms had been severed. He screamed in agony as Wuchen delivered a powerful kick to his chest, sending him flying several feet away like a kite with a broken string.

On the other side, Chen Jialuo used his folding fan to parry left and right, supporting Luo Bing with one hand, still attacking more than defending. But he knew that continuing the fight would lead to total annihilation, so he shouted, "Second Brother, let's charge!" With that, his folding fan fluttered like snowflakes. The enemies around him, seeing his uncanny accuracy in identifying pressure points even in the chaos, became hesitant. Chen Jialuo, holding Luo Bing, charged out, when suddenly he saw a man standing at the door, neither tall nor short, but imposing and dignified. Chen Jialuo felt a chill and stopped in his tracks.

The man was broad-shouldered and strong, with piercing eyes and a gourd tied to his waist. The man said, "Chief Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Bao Tai from Ebei." Chen Jialuo was startled. This man was a notorious one-legged bandit who roamed Jiangbei more than ten years ago, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Later, he was besieged by martial arts figures and disappeared without a trace. It turned out he had joined the imperial court as a lackey.

Wu Chen coldly said, "You killed Li Kun!" Li Kun had mastered the Golden Bell Shield external martial arts, making him invulnerable to swords and spears, yet he died so tragically. The murderer was clearly right in front of them.

"That's right. Li Kun and I fought one hundred and thirteen moves. We exchanged fists and palms. Alas, it's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight," Bao Tai said with some regret. "Given the current situation, you are already surrounded. I advise you not to engage in pointless fighting."

Wuchen laughed loudly, "Even among a million-strong army, I am a lone wolf."

Baotai looked at Luo Bing in Chen Jialuo's hand and laughed, "You, Wuchen, may be bold and heroic, but what about her?"

In the sixth chapter of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens ,"

when Wen Tailai woke up, it was already midday. He looked around with his tiger-like eyes and found himself in a wooden house with bows and arrows and tiger skins hanging around him. Clearly, he was in a hunter's house.

He heard the wooden house door clatter, and a woman in yellow entered. She was graceful and had bright, beautiful eyes. He couldn't help but call out, "Miss Huo! What are you doing here?" The one who entered was Huo Qingtong in green feathers and yellow robes.

Huo Qingtong smiled and said, "Fourth Brother is in good health. He woke up so quickly after suffering such severe internal injuries." Then she continued, "I found you lying at the foot of the mountain. This is Funiu Mountain, and this is Lin Hu's home." After speaking, she pointed to a short, stocky man who had just entered. Wen Tailai hurriedly tried to get up, but Huo Qingtong pressed him down, saying, "Fourth Brother, lie down first. Drink this medicine first." With that, she left.

Wen Tailai, unable to bear the thought of resting for several days, took a breath and went outside. He saw steep mountains and lush forests, and followed the mountain path downhill. He heard the sound of flowing water and slowly followed it.

Suddenly, he was stunned. In the water was a woman, her figure graceful and exquisite, her breasts glistening in the water. If Luo Bing was like a ripe peach, then this woman was a delicate orchid, exuding a sweet fragrance. Wen Tailai felt as if he were in a fairyland. The water splashed, and the woman rose, revealing her fair and alluring lower body. Wen Tailai recognized the woman as Huo Qingtong. He quickly looked away, but his heart sank; this image was etched into his mind, impossible to forget.

Xin Yan recuperated at Zhong Chuxiong's house for several days until his injuries healed.

One day, finding himself with nothing to do, he strolled out of his room. The sun shone brightly outside, birds sang, and flowers bloomed, putting him in a good mood. As he walked, he reached the Zhong family's back garden, where he saw several women pleasuring themselves. One of them was particularly beautiful, with flowing hair and a seductive voice. Xin Yan's heart stirred; having not been near a woman for many days, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. That night, hearing the hooting of owls, it was already late. Xin Yan quietly got out of bed, dressed in night clothes, and moved with the lightness of a cat, quickly reaching the inner room of the Zhong family's house.

Having thoroughly observed the layout during the day, he now knew the way well, quietly standing beneath the window of Zhong Chuxiong's eldest daughter, Zhong Jiayi's, room along the long corridor.

Xin Yan gently pressed Zhong Jiayi's pressure point, then carefully removed her nightgown. He saw her breasts, firm, full, and soft, warm and smooth to the touch, like caressing creamy milk. He couldn't help but lean in and suck on it.

Although Zhong Jiayi had been acupunctured, she unconsciously reacted physiologically. Soon, her face flushed, and her crotch became slightly glistening and slippery. Her vulva was bulging and pinkish-white, like the delicate pink membrane revealed when a lychee is peeled. A pair of labia lightly covered a slit, which was vaguely visible. Xin Yan

's mind was already wandering, and his penis had already grown uncontrollably. He wiggled his penis a couple of times, aimed it at the slit, and with all his might, thrust it in, and with a "plop," it plunged in.

Zhong Jiayi was a virgin, and even in her dream, her brows furrowed, she trembled slightly, and her lower body tightened, trapping Xin Yan's member inside. Xin Yan's glans was tightly enveloped, and he felt his penis swaying. He pulled his penis out and then thrust it in again. After several rounds, Zhong Jiayi gradually writhed beneath him, moaning softly.

Xin Yan thrust in and out about a hundred times, feeling his penis throbbing inside her, his scrotum contracting repeatedly. Knowing he was about to ejaculate, he held her tightly with both hands, thrusting forcefully and releasing his pent-up desire. Xin Yan quietly wiped Zhong Jiayi's lower body with a handkerchief, only to find it stained with blood, a mess. He dressed her, checking that nothing was amiss. He then returned to his room.

The next day, Xin Yan casually invited Zhong Chuxiong to drink at Lou Wai Lou. Although Zhong Jiayi felt unwell, she dared not tell anyone, remaining sullen all day, as if she had had a vivid dream the night before. (

Chapter 7 of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens,"

Xi'an Nalan Yong's Study)

"Master, this servant is incompetent and failed to complete the mission. Please punish me." The speaker was disheveled, his face stained with blood, and his left hand was bandaged. This man was Bao Tai. The

battle just now was truly a fierce one. Bao Tai had fought countless battles in his life, but none had ever been so thrilling. To be surrounded by thirteen first-class imperial guards and still be able to escape unscathed by Chen Jialuo and Wuchen was a great humiliation for Bao Tai, and his face was filled with hatred.

Bao Tai looked at a young man dressed as a scholar, but the man was still quietly admiring a pair of Northern Song Dynasty hook-shaped porcelain lotus vases on the desk. After a long while, the man slowly turned around. He was handsome with clear features, a high brow, and occasionally his eyelids would gleam with a sharp light, showing that he had profound internal strength. This man was Gui E, the third son-in-law of the emperor, who was the most favored son-in-law of the emperor. On the surface, Emperor Qianlong had sent Prince Kang to suppress the bandits, but in reality, Prince Kang was still under Gui E's control. Bao Tai was a subordinate he had subdued eight years ago at the foot of Mount Hua, ranking fourth under him.

"You can go and rest now. Heh heh, is Chen Jialuo so easy to capture?" Gui E gazed into the distance with a detached look. "Then bring Luo Bing up."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will do it immediately." Eight years ago, Bao Tai fell into enemy hands and suffered a fate worse than death. He was rescued by Gui E and then willingly became his slave, serving under Gui E for eight years. Everyone in the martial arts world thought he was dead.

After a while, Luo Bing was carried in by two women. It turned out she had been drugged and was still asleep. Luo Bing, fast asleep, possessed a unique beauty; her face was like jade, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, and a faint smile played at the corners of her lips, indicating she was dreaming of meeting her lover. A faint glimmer could be seen beneath her eyelids, like dewdrops or lotus seeds, dreamlike and ethereal. Gui E couldn't help but kiss the corner of Luo Bing's mouth. A faint fragrance permeated his heart, and Gui E was instantly captivated. He waved his hand, and the servants nearby discreetly withdrew.

Gui E gently removed Luo Bing's undergarment, revealing a pair of breasts trembling slightly in the breeze. He lightly brushed aside the erect nipples, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Sliding down her warm body, he paused at her navel, where he saw her glossy black pubic hair draped across her vulva. Gui'e's lower body immediately swelled. He pulled out his penis, about seven inches long, with prominent veins, like a unicorn swaying its head. He placed his hands under Luo Bing's plump buttocks and thrust it in with a "plop." Luo Bing frowned, clearly feeling some pain without realizing it.

Gui'e's penis pounded wildly inside Luo Bing's vagina, which was wet and tight. Although Luo Bing had been married for several years, she had never given birth, so her vagina was still like that of a virgin. Moreover, her genitals were "dewy and wet," one of the ten most prized female organs, like a winding path leading to a secluded place. Therefore, Chen Jialuo was also thrown into disarray upon trying it. Although bound by brotherhood in the Red Flower Society, he was unwilling to give it up or keep it.

After Gui'e had thrust hundreds of times, he felt a surge of pleasure travel from his dantian to his brain. He cried out and ejaculated a thick stream of semen, which landed on that fertile field.

Outside Xi'an, in a dilapidated City God Temple,

Chen Jialuo and Wuchen stood covered in blood under an old locust tree. The battle they had just fought was so thrilling; countless enemies had died at their hands, but the loss of the Mandarin Duck Swords, Luo Bing, left them both feeling dejected.

Although they had issued the Meteor Order, it seemed that even the deputy leader of the Xi'an branch had betrayed them, which might attract more enemies. At this moment, Chen Jialuo was filled with worry for Luo Bing, wondering how much humiliation she would suffer if she fell into enemy hands. Wuchen, on the other hand, was recalling the life-or-death battle, thinking that his swordsmanship was still sharp with age, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. A howl came from afar, a howl full of energy and momentum, like a long dragon rolling across the sky. The whistling sound was extremely familiar; it belonged to Wen Tailai, the Thunderclap Hand.

The two men were overjoyed and rushed forward, only to see three figures rapidly approaching. The first was Wen Tailai, another was Huo Qingtong in her emerald feather and yellow robes, and beside her was a man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, possessing an honest and simple appearance—Lin Hu, the hunter from Funiu Mountain. The group exchanged pleasantries upon meeting, realizing the dire situation, and immediately decided to storm the prison that night to rescue Luo Bing.

The death row cell in Xi'an Prefecture was deathly silent. Five figures silently crept in. The first man flicked his wrist, and several pebbles struck the guards' pressure points—it was Chen Jialuo and his group, coming to break into the prison.

Suddenly, sounds arose from all around; the corners were filled with people, some holding torches, others holding lanterns, and they had completely surrounded the five men.

"Chief, we meet again." The voice was rough and bold; it was Bao Tai. "Master is truly a master strategist, knowing you would all come, and ordered me to wait here for a long time." Beside Bao Tai stood three others: one short and stocky with a face full of wrinkles, a judge's pen tucked into his waistband, clearly a master of pressure points; another fair-skinned and beardless, exuding an imposing aura, though no weapon was visible; and the third a pretty woman in her thirties, dressed in red, strikingly beautiful.

Bao Tai smiled and pointed to the short, stocky man, saying, "Chief, let me introduce you. This is my third brother, Wang Kai. He's from Yuncheng, Shandong." Then he pointed to the fair-skinned, beardless man, saying, "This is my second brother, Yang Xiangdong, a fellow townsman of your Zhao Banshan, also from Wenzhou." Finally, he said, "This is our eldest sister, Guan Sanyue. You should all have heard of her, right?"

Chen Jialuo and the others were startled. Guan Sanyue had once single-handedly defeated the Yellow River Gang in Henan and then massacred the entire Zhenwei Escort Agency in Fuzhou, Fujian. He disappeared without a trace. Logically, he should be over fifty years old, yet he still looks so young; he must have some secret to preserving his youth.

Wen Tailai let out a long roar, leaping forward and shouting, "I'll see the power of the Three Yangs Bring Prosperity!" With that shout, he unleashed forty-nine punches in mid-air. Before his left fist could even reach Bao Tai's face, he suddenly spun around, his right foot delivering a series of kicks towards Guan Sanyue, who stood on the far left. Just as Guan Sanyue was about to parry, he had already nimbly leaped in front of Yang Xiangdong, unleashing a move called "Thunderous Ears," only half-finished, before grabbing Wang Kai's shoulder acupoint with one hand. These moves were as swift as lightning; before the four members of the Three Yangs Bring Prosperity group could even react, one of them was already in critical condition.

Wen Tailai lifted Wang Kai above his head and shouted, "Wen Tailai roams the world, how could I fear you lowly men? Come at me!" With that, he hurled Wang Kai at Guan Sanyue. The throw was incredibly powerful, creating a gust of wind. Guan Sanyue dared not catch him, and could only watch as Wang Kai coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, clearly severely injured.

Enraged, Guan Sanyue brandished his long sleeves and lunged forward. Suddenly, a cold light flashed from the side—it was Wuchen's longsword, moving like lightning, like a rain of flowers. The air was filled with sword light, instantly enveloping Guan Sanyue in a net of blades. Guan Sanyue's sleeves danced wildly, dodging left and right, clearly struggling to survive. Meanwhile, Chen Jialuo and Huo Qingtong had already engaged the surrounding enemies. Wherever Chen Jialuo went, his path was cleared. He rushed straight into the prison cell, only to find a man in brocade robes sitting there; Luo Bing was clearly not there.

The man in brocade robes looked intently at Chen Jialuo and said, "Many people say you look like Fukang'an, and indeed you do. I am Gui'e, appointed by the Emperor to oversee the Ministry of Justice."

Chen Jialuo coldly replied, "Where have you hidden my fourth sister-in-law? Tell me and I'll spare your life."

Gui'e laughed heartily, "Everyone says Chief Chen is incredibly bold, but isn't he a bit too arrogant? In today's situation, you're like a trapped beast; do you still want to fight?" With that, he slashed at Chen Jialuo with one hand. Chen Jialuo's heart skipped a beat, and he flicked his long sleeve with his left hand to catch the attack, then countered with his right palm. The two swayed, but their skills were evenly matched.

Chen Jialuo wondered if there were such experts among the Manchu royal family. Gui'e, on the other hand, thought to herself that his reputation was indeed well-deserved.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Wuchen, Wen Tailai, and the others rushed in. They stood beside Chen Jialuo, and Gui'e smiled, "Today we only wish to get to know the Grand Master. Perhaps we can test our skills again someday?"

Chen Jialuo cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and led his men back. Gui'e merely watched them coldly, remaining silent. Just

as Chen Jialuo and the others were about to leave, a sudden gust of wind swept over. Wen Tailai reached out with his left hand, unfolded the paper, and saw a note that read: "Luo Bing has been rescued."

In the eighth chapter of "The Wind

Howls Through the Nine Heavens," at the Kang Prince's Mansion in Beijing, two naked bodies were tightly intertwined, their moans and gasps filling the room. The Kang Prince's fifth concubine, Ruhua, was covered in sweat, squatting on top of An Tai, her large breasts trembling. The dazed and wanton look in her eyes accentuated her stunning beauty. An Tai had forcibly raped her three years ago one afternoon, but she had fallen deeply in love with him ever since. However, at this moment, An Tai's mind was filled with another figure.

This was the first time he had seen such a beautiful woman. Beneath her high-bun hairstyle was a noble face, and her small mouth was so alluringly red. Whenever he thought of that charming, delicate woman, An Tai's lower body would swell with desire, and he couldn't help but want to find a woman to release his pent-up lust.

He met Li Yuanzhi at Yu Yutong's lodging in Chaoyang Lane and was immediately captivated by her beauty. Although he suppressed his rising lust and calmly went to greet her, he knew in his heart that he could no longer live without her!

His eyes gleamed at the thought of Li Yuanzhi. An Tai pressed Ru Hua down on the desk and thrust into her rear. Ru Hua's anus opened and closed, swallowing his scepter. Her whole body convulsed. She was exhausted, but seeing An Tai's continued eagerness, she endured the pain and yielded to his pleasure, her breasts swaying rhythmically with each thrust.

Meanwhile, Yu Yutong was thrusting violently onto a woman, but the woman was not Li Yuanzhi; it was Chunxiang, a girl from the Red Flower Society's Yu Mantang brothel in the capital. The Red Flower Society didn't prohibit gambling and prostitution, and Yu Yutong had already lost his virginity to Zhang Tuozi when he first joined. At this moment, he was also thinking of someone, a woman with a radiant smile and a melodious voice—Luo Bing, the eleventh leader of the Red Flower Society.

Two days ago, he received a message by carrier pigeon that Luo Bing had fallen into enemy hands and disappeared without a trace. Feeling anxious, he decided to vent his frustrations at Yu Mantang. Although Chunxiang was a seasoned veteran and had seen countless men, she had been tormented to the point of near death by him today. Looking at Yu Yutong's scarred face, she thought to herself, "Which girl is truly lucky? Marrying him is the ultimate happiness."

When Luo Bing awoke, she found herself in the blinding sunlight, lying on a wooden bed, covered with a tattered blanket. She hurriedly checked her clothes; they were still on, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, a clear voice came from outside the window: "You're awake! That's wonderful! Do you remember anything?"

Luo Bing couldn't possibly forget. In fact, she had been conscious while Gui E was still on top of her, but she knew she couldn't make a sound then, or she would suffer even more humiliation. Later, when she was immobilized and sent to the women's prison, although she couldn't move, her heart was filled with bitterness. She didn't know when she could escape the tiger's den and avoid further defilement. Just as she was in despair, a tall, agile figure flashed in.

The largest restaurant in Hangzhou was undoubtedly Sun Er Mazi's Happy Forest. Sun Er Mazi had once roamed the martial arts world, amassed countless riches, but later met his current wife, the once-powerful and charismatic Jade Hand Divine Sword Ruan Xiangjun. They retired from the martial arts world and opened this Happy Forest restaurant in Hangzhou. For a time, business boomed thanks to the couple, both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

That day, Xin Yan, Zhong Chuxiong, and Wu Changfu, the leader of the Hangzhou branch of the Red Flower Society, were drinking at Happy Forest when four people came up the stairs. As the saying goes, enemies meet on a narrow road. One of them, dressed in official attire, was none other than Xu Tianfang, the Jinling constable who had imprisoned Xin Yan that day. Xu Tianfang had originally planned to hand Xin Yan over to the Jinling prefect, Murong Qing, for trial the next day, but unexpectedly, the Governor-General of Liangjiang, Qi Liang, ordered Xin Yan to be escorted to Zhejiang. Unexpectedly, Xin Yan was now leisurely drinking and making merry.

Immediately, Xu Tianfang brandished his ruler and charged forward.

Xin Yan let out a long howl and kicked the table in front of him at Xu Tianfang with one foot. Bowls, chopsticks, and food flew like rain. At this moment, a pockmarked monk in a red robe beside Xu Tianfang spread his arms, and a red curtain swept over them.

Xu Tianfang swayed, already engaged in combat with Xin Yan. The two, sworn enemies, fought fiercely, escalating their battle from upstairs to downstairs and back again.

Meanwhile, Zhong Chuxiong was showing signs of weakness. Relying on the Wudang Cotton Palm technique personally taught by Lu Feiqing, he had held out for over thirty moves, but his footwork was becoming unsteady, and beads of sweat streamed down his forehead. His opponent, a weasel-faced man, was surprisingly skilled, his moves ruthless and deadly, his hands like blades, each strike aimed at Zhong Chuxiong's vitals. Unbeknownst to him, this man had raped his master's wife and poisoned his teacher in the Qingcheng Sect of Sichuan, later joining the Jin Guang Sect at Mount Emei, cultivating both righteous and evil arts, becoming virtually invincible in the martial world, known as the Ruthless and Lewd Little Five.

At this moment, Wu Changfu was exchanging blows with the monk, whose palms were already bright red—the renowned "Vermilion Palm" of the Xiangzhong Hong family. Wu Changfu grew increasingly disheartened as the fight progressed, his inner strength waning, and his hands began to slow.

Seeing the dire situation, Xin Yan suddenly whistled, and the group gradually huddled together. Suddenly, a clear whistle rang out, and dozens of cold lights flew towards them. The group scrambled to defend themselves, unable to parry, and felt a numbness in their bodies as they were struck by hidden weapons.

It turned out to be the white-clad youth who had been watching from the sidelines.

The white-clad youth smiled and said, "I have long admired the great names of the heroes of the Red Flower Society. I am Tang Chao from Sichuan." He then pointed to the monk and said, "This venerable master is Zen Master Wu Neng of the Emei Sect. Before becoming a monk, he was a member of the Hongmen of Hunan. And this is the renowned Little Five Hero of the martial arts world. Please come with us." Xu Tianfang and the other two bowed slightly, not expecting that this youth was the leader of the four.

In the ninth chapter of

"The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens," Luo Bing stared in surprise at the young man before her. He was tall and elegant, with red lips and white teeth, truly a handsome figure, comparable to the dashing Chen Jialuo.

She couldn't help but admire him inwardly.

"You must be Sister Luo Bing. I've often heard my father talk about you. Sister, you're so beautiful!" The young man looked directly at Luo Bing. "You visited my home before; I was just a child then."

Luo Bing asked curiously, "Who is your father? So we've known each other before." She couldn't figure out where this young man came from.

The young man smiled and said, "Of course you don't remember me, Sister. My father is Chen Yuanba, and my name is Chen Weifeng." He then took out a jade pendant carved with a coiled dragon.

Luo Bing immediately recognized the pendant; it was part of a pair, and she also had one. She exclaimed happily, "So you're Uncle Chen's young master! You've grown so much! How's your older brother doing now?" She blushed as she spoke.

The two families were very close. Her father, Luo Yuantong, and Chen Yuanba had studied martial arts under the same master and later became sworn brothers. They had arranged a marriage between their unborn children: if a boy was born, they would become brothers; if a boy and a girl were born, they would become husband and wife. Later, Luo Bing traveled the martial world and met the chivalrous Wen Tailai. She was greatly impressed and secretly married Wen Tailai behind her father's back. Luo Yuantong was furious and felt he had wronged his sworn brother.

Luo Bing felt somewhat embarrassed in front of Chen Weifeng at this moment. Chen Weifeng sighed, "My elder brother is still unmarried. It's his misfortune that he hasn't married you."

Luo Bing said, "It's my fault. I'll definitely come to apologize when I have time."

Chen Weifeng said, "That's not necessary. My elder brother has been busy traveling these past few years and has long forgotten about this. Sister, your husband is a hero, a perfect match for you."

Luo Bing said, "Oh, you've seen him?"

Chen Weifeng smiled gently and said, "They went to break into the prison last night, but they were ambushed."

Luo Bing's face paled. "How are they now? Have they escaped?" In her anxiety, she couldn't help but grab his hand.

Chen Weifeng comforted her, "They're alright. Your guild's leader is truly skilled. Even the imperial henchmen couldn't hold them back. I hid nearby and didn't dare show myself. Someone like me would be dead in a few moves if I went out."

Luo Bing lightly hit him and scolded, "You're still lying. Uncle Chen's students are not incompetent." Her beautiful posture made Chen Weifeng's heart flutter.

A gust of wind blew by, and Luo Bing shivered involuntarily. Chen Weifeng quickly helped her up, saying, "You should lie down and rest."

The next day, Luo Bing was drowsy and kept muttering incoherently.

Chen Weifeng touched her forehead; she had a high fever.

Luo Bing felt feverish all over, her hands frantically scratching at her clothes. When Chen Weifeng came in from the kitchen with a damp towel, her chest was completely exposed. Her pair of firm, white breasts were dazzling. She had kicked the blanket off the bed, and with each kick, her shapely legs parted slightly, revealing a stunning beauty. As

Chen Weifeng picked up the blanket to cover her, Luo Bing grabbed his hand, crying, "Brother, don't go, don't ignore me." Her voice was filled with boundless lust and loneliness. "Don't you like touching this? Touch it, isn't it pretty?" she said, pressing Chen Weifeng's hand to her breast.

Chen Weifeng felt a wave of dizziness, as if an electric current had surged from his feet to the top of his head. The surface was warm and smooth to the touch, and his erection surged uncontrollably. He could no longer resist; this woman had caused his elder brother, Chen Shenhao, unbearable pain. In truth, his visit was not without purpose: revenge.

He abruptly thrust his hand under Luo Bing's buttocks, and with a slight effort, pulled down her panties. He saw pubic hair growing profusely on her protruding mons pubis, with a few glistening drops seeping from the narrow slit. Between her slightly parted labia, a clitoris seemed to tremble. Chen Weifeng gently touched it, and Luo Bing trembled all over, her breathing rapid, emitting a soft moan.

Chen Weifeng hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, his seven-inch penis already deeply inserted into her sensitive spot. He felt it was wet and tight inside, and with each thrust, his glans tingled with a tingling sensation. Luo Bing gracefully welcomed him from below, her hair disheveled, her brows furrowed. She released her yin essence three or five times, their breaths and panting mingling, their cries shaking the room. Chen Weifeng suddenly felt his penis tighten in waves, his whole body shuddering, and a gush of yang essence spurted out of her jade gate. He withdrew his penis, bringing with it a pool of honey-like fluid.

Luo Bing groaned softly and drifted off to sleep. Chen Weifeng carefully observed Luo Bing, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her breath fragrant, her cherry-red lips so alluring that one couldn't resist wanting to taste them.

His gaze gradually shifted to her ravaged vulva, the semen staining her pubic hair making it appear even more lewd. He spat some saliva to moisten her anus, then inserted his middle finger. Luo Bing frowned, clearly in pain. He shook off his hardening member and thrust into her from behind, feeling as if she were surrounded by mountains and winding paths. He slowly advanced, a wave of pleasure washing over him. He gently lifted and pulled, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Gradually, Luo Bing's anus became moist. He supported her buttocks with both hands and thrust hard, making her feel both numb and itchy, and a burning pain. She let out painful groans, incoherent and indistinct. Suddenly, a spasm occurred, and she opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Chen Weifeng, whom she had only recently met, riding on top of her, she cried out in helplessness and pain, tears streaming down her face. 10-23

Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens, Chapter Ten

"Why aren't you resting yet, Jialuo?" Huo Qingtong asked Chen Jialuo with concern. "Sister Luo Bing should be alright. Didn't Brother Wen go to find her again?" It was late at night, and all was quiet. The man before her had once broken her heart, but her heart had long since departed with her sister's death.

Although Chen Jialuo was her only family in the world, she knew it was impossible to rekindle their past romance. The entangled love affair between her master and mistress and the Eccentric Swordsman of Tianchi also made her hesitant about marriage. Although many secretly tried to bring them together, in her heart, Chen Jialuo was no different from any of the other brothers in the Red Flower Society—just a friend, not a lover. She cared for him just as much as she cared for everyone else.

Chen Jialuo turned to look at Huo Qingtong, and seeing the captivating charm in her beautiful eyes, he couldn't help but recall their past tender moments. He said gently, "I'm not tired. You should rest. The Red Flower Society has been facing some problems lately, and I want to sort things out."

Huo Qingtong nodded and turned to leave. She was merely a friend of the Red Flower Society, never a member. These days, she also had her worries. Although Lin Hu was honest and simple, he wasn't stubborn. His gaze towards her was intense, clearly showing he had fallen for her. He had spied on her bathing in Funiu Mountain, but Lin Hu was her savior, so she couldn't retaliate.

Three months ago, she encountered a lecherous thief on the road to Luoyang. After a fierce battle, she killed the thief but was struck by a poisoned weapon. Lin Hu, who happened to be passing by, rescued her and took meticulous care of her. She couldn't help but feel moved, but to repay him with her own body would be absurd.

Meanwhile, Wen Tailai was wandering the streets and alleys of Xi'an Prefecture, trying to find some clues to Luo Bing. The person who sent the message that night was incredibly skilled, disappearing in an instant; their martial arts were truly unfathomable. Although the message said Luo Bing had been rescued, who had rescued her and why hadn't she been brought back were causing Wen Tailai great distress.

Just then, a slender figure appeared at the street corner. He rushed forward with delight, only to find it was Huo Qingtong.

"Why are you out here? The situation outside is bad. Be careful not to run into the 'Eagle Claws'." Wen Tailai looked at Huo Qingtong with affection. She looked haggard and frail. Ever since he saw her naked, his heart had changed. Although he often restrained his desires, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he thought not of his beloved wife, but of this gentle yet strong Hui girl.

"Fourth Brother, still no leads? Why don't we go back first? Maybe Sister Bing will be back tomorrow." Huo Qingtong comforted him. This tenderness in a tough man was most touching, but his full beard couldn't hide his anxiety.

"It's alright, no rush, Miss Huo." Wen Tailai waved his hand. "Let's go get some late-night snacks, I'm getting a bit hungry."

A long howl came from Eagle Beak Rock, startling a sleeping couple. Luo Bing saw that Chen Weifeng's hand was still inserted in her vagina, and her thighs were straddling his body, causing her to blush deeply.

Then came another loud shout, this time from her husband, Wen Tailai.

Luo Bing hurriedly pushed Chen Weifeng, saying, "Get up quickly, it's Fourth Brother and the others."

Chen Weifeng gently flicked her tender pink nipples, looking at her peach-blossom-like face with a half-smile, and said, "What's the rush? He doesn't know we live here." As he spoke, he reached down to her disheveled lower body and gently teased her clitoris with his middle finger. Luo Bing let out a soft moan, a tingling sensation arousing her desire once again. But she still endured it, giving Chen Weifeng a glare, and got out of bed to put on her clothes.

Suddenly, Luo Bing realized that the shouts she had just heard sounded like a fight. Her face paled, and she rushed out of the house. Chen Weifeng quickly followed.

They saw a man and a woman surrounded by a group of people dressed in tight-fitting clothes at the foot of Eagle's Beak Rock. The man was Wen Tailai, and the woman was Huo Qingtong. They had walked to the outskirts of the city, but unexpectedly encountered government officials. Wen Tailai was locked in a fierce battle with a man in blue. Few in the martial arts world could match his skill, but the man in blue remained calm and composed, exchanging blows with equal force.

Huo Qingtong, on the other hand, was struggling to defend herself. Her long sword moved with a mix of feints and real attacks, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as still as a maiden. The four white-clad men attacking her, though unarmed, were incredibly agile. The force of their blows stung their faces; they were the Four Eagles of Changbai who had previously attacked Wen Tailai and Wei Chunhua.

Huo Qingtong, her inner strength waning, was already panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. The three eagles of Changbai were lecherous, constantly making lewd jokes, which enraged Huo Qingtong, causing her to lose her composure.

Luo Bing, anxious, grabbed Chen Weifeng's hand, saying, "What should we do? Let's go down." She tried to get up, but Chen Weifeng pulled her back, causing her to stumble and fall into his arms. Chen Weifeng kissed her lips, his hands roaming over her body.

Luo Bing scolded, "If you're still not proper at this point, I won't talk to you anymore."

Chen Weifeng laughed, "Would you dare?" He then touched her powder, saying, "Silly sister, don't you see clearly?"

Luo Bing looked closely and saw a carriage parked not far from the fighting area, with four men dressed as officials standing beside it. It was unclear whether anyone was in the carriage. A chill ran through Luo Bing's heart; her beautiful eyes silently gazed at Chen Weifeng, a thousand words unspoken.

Chen Weifeng gently stroked her pretty face and said, "Don't worry, you don't know who's in the car, do you?" Before she could speak, he said, "That's the Zong family's car; Gui'e should be inside."

Luo Bing's expression was uncertain. She had been raped that day, and Chen Weifeng had witnessed it all from outside. Afterward, he followed her to the prison and rescued her. Chen Weifeng didn't want to hide anything from her, so he told her everything.

Chen Weifeng pursed his lips and murmured softly, a long, thin sound emanating from his mouth. A moment later, a black eagle flew down from the sky. He tied a piece of black wood to the eagle's leg and said, "This is my pet. You've seen it at home before, haven't you?" Luo Bing nodded, "It's grown so big. It used to be small and black, not noticeable at all."

Chen Weifeng waved his left hand eastward, "Go." The black eagle disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye. He gently kissed Luo Bing: "You've just recovered from a serious illness, so don't go down." He pressed his finger on the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of Luo Bing's head, and Luo Bing's body went limp. Chen Weifeng placed her against a rock, then stood up and jumped off Eagle Beak Rock.

His body swayed and plummeted rapidly through the air. Suddenly, he drew his long sword from his waist with his left hand, tapped it on the edge of the cliff, paused, somersaulted several times in the air, and landed in the circle. With his right hand, he grabbed the three Changbai eagles, which he had already thrown out, unable to move.

Everyone was startled and leaped back several feet, staring at the young man before them. Seeing the change in the battle, the man in blue swayed, shaking off Wen Tailai, and appeared before Chen Weifeng, bowing slightly with his hands clasped, saying, "The authorities are arresting people; please don't meddle."

Chen Weifeng laughed, coldly surveying the crowd, and said, "Can you make the decisions today?" The man in blue said, "My name is E Shan. What is this valiant man's name?" Wen Tailai and the others were startled; E Shan was the Grand Steward of the Imperial Guards, yet he was here.

"Haha, I am but a nobody, a novice in the martial world. Even if I told you my name, you wouldn't know it," Chen Weifeng deliberately acted arrogantly, trying to provoke the other man.

The four Changbai eagles beside him were already furious. The eldest eagle, Golden Eagle, shouted, "Ignorant brat, how dare you be disrespectful to Lord E! You just ambushed my third brother, you are utterly shameless!"

Chen Weifeng looked up at the blue sky and said calmly, "You are the famous four Changbai birds. I've heard you're very arrogant. Today, I won't be satisfied until I pluck your feathers." Without moving, he was already standing in front of Golden Eagle, almost touching him. Golden Eagle cried out and jumped back, but Chen Weifeng was right behind him, staring at him intently. Just as Golden Eagle was about to strike, his body went numb, and he immediately collapsed to the ground. E Shan was shocked.

The four Changbai eagles had once dominated the Northeast, and later, following their master's instructions, they joined the imperial palace as imperial guards. Although he was their superior, he had always treated them politely out of respect for their master, Yelü Yuan, yet they couldn't even last a single move against this man. This young man's skills were truly unfathomable.

At this moment, a man in brocade robes stepped down from the carriage; it was none other than Gui E, the imperial son-in-law of the emperor. He smiled and said, "I never imagined the martial arts world would be so full of talent these days. Such skill at such a young age is a waste to abandon him to the wilderness. Why not serve the court and seek fame and fortune? I'll vouch for you, what do you say?" His voice

was gentle and inviting, clearly trying to recruit him. Chen Weifeng chuckled and said, "Your Highness's favor is too much for me. My surname is Chen, and since I share the same surname as the leader of the Red Flower Society, I have no choice but to reluctantly do my part." He pointed at Wen Tailai and the others, secretly on guard. He had heard that Gui E was ruthless and vicious; when he did strike, it was with lightning speed. He didn't want to get injured for no reason.

Gui E smiled faintly, "Young brother, you jest. How do you know who I am?" He was surprised; he had always lived in Beijing, yet this young man knew him.

"I also know you're a fucking pervert," Chen Weifeng said coldly, staring at Gui E.

Gui E chuckled, glaring at him, and said, "So it was you who caused this mess, kid. Who exactly are you?" He paused, "You know the consequences of going against the imperial court, so why get involved in this mess?" "

Haha. It wasn't really my business, but since I'm related to the Red Flower Society's leader for five hundred years, I thought I'd lend a hand. Besides," Chen Weifeng paused, "you fucking committed numerous bloody crimes in Jiangnan, yet you pinned them on the Red Flower Society. I just can't stand it."

Gui E's murderous intent surged, and he sneered, "You have a path to heaven but choose not to, you have no way to hell but choose to walk in. Kid, you know quite a lot." With a flick of his left hand, the four men standing beside his carriage leaped into the air, heading straight for Chen Weifeng.

The four men moved with incredible speed, four gusts of wind attacking from four different angles. Chen Weifeng immediately felt a chill run through his body and shouted, "Good Yin Wind Palm! You're from the Qinghai Sect!" As he spoke, his palms met the four men's attacks.

The four men felt as if they were engulfed in flames the moment they sparred with him, their bodies burning with intense heat. They cried out in alarm, "Who are you? This is the Innate Limitless Primordial Chaos Skill! Who is the Old Monster of the South Sea to you?" More than twenty years ago, these four men had been defeated by the Old Monster of the South Sea in Jinan, Shandong, and swore never to enter the Central Plains again for twenty years. However, they never expected to encounter his successor again upon returning to the martial world. They were inevitably alarmed, and their hands were already trembling with fear.

"The Four Ghosts of Qinghai, so you've become slaves to the imperial court. Heh heh, you've got some strange manners."

Chen Weifeng had long known that these four men were highly skilled in martial arts, but they were most vulnerable to the Primordial Chaos Skill. So this time, they had met their nemesis.

"You all step back. Let me deal with this kid." Gui E sensed something was wrong, and with a swift movement, she was already standing in front of the four ghosts. "Boy, you know too much. Today, we're like oil and water, what a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his arms wide, left hand fingers up, right hand fingers down, a gust of wind rushing towards Chen Weifeng. Chen Weifeng dared not be careless, he let out a shout and struck out with both fists. A loud crash followed, and the two separated, each taking two steps back. They both knew their skills were evenly matched.

Although Luo Bing on the cliff couldn't move, her beautiful eyes trembled with fear. That day, she had been forced to give herself to Chen Weifeng, writhing beneath him in ecstasy, her heart already bound to him. Now, completely focused on Chen Weifeng, she was oblivious to Wen Tailai's critical condition.

In a one-on-one fight, the Four Ghosts of Qinghai were no match for him, but with their combined strength, Wen Tailai was outmatched. During the melee, he was struck on the back and coughed up blood, realizing he had suffered internal injuries.

Huo Qingtong, however, was no match for E Shan. Relying on her agility, she parried and blocked, barely managing to hold on. Hearing Wen Tailai's shouts weakening, she grew increasingly anxious.

At the height of the battle, Chen Weifeng let out a long roar, his longsword flashing with the grace of a startled swan and the agility of a swimming dragon. His movements were elusive, sometimes aiming for E Shan's head, sometimes pointing at the Four Ghosts of Qinghai. Gui E was furious; her Fish Intestine Sword always missed him by less than an inch from his lower back. Chen Weifeng's footwork resembled the long-lost "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique). A name suddenly came to mind.

Suddenly, the Four Ghosts of Qinghai screamed, somersaulting out of the circle, blood seeping from their left wrists—they had been stabbed. The four of them stared at Chen Weifeng in disbelief. The Old Monster of the South Sea couldn't possibly have taught such martial arts.

Gui E paused, clapped her hands lightly to summon everyone back, and said, "I never imagined Young Hero Chen's martial arts were so astonishing. May I ask how you and the Hermit of the Misty Clouds are addressed?"

Chen Weifeng bowed slightly and said, "He is indeed my master. My master instructed me to convey his regards to your master."

Gui E was a disciple of Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin. Thirty years ago, the two had a verbal duel on the summit of Mount Tai, fighting for three days and three nights to a draw. They then descended the mountain, agreeing to each send a disciple to challenge each other again thirty years later. The date was fast approaching, and the former Fang Sheng was now the Imperial Preceptor.

"I wonder if it is Lord Gui or your senior brother who has come this time? I will await your arrival at Mount Tai on the fifteenth of August." Chen Weifeng was also on his master's orders to fulfill a wish.

"Hehe, young hero, your martial arts are astonishing. Gui'e is no match for you. This time, my senior brother Hai Dongqing will fight on our behalf. Today's battle was unavoidable. Young hero Chen, let's part ways here, and meet again." Gui'e waved her hand, leading everyone away.

In the eleventh chapter of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine

Heavens," Wen Tailai and Huo Qingtong hurriedly stepped forward to express their gratitude. Chen Weifeng smiled and said, "I have long heard of the great name of Fourth Master Wen, the Thunder Hand. Seeing you today, it is indeed well-deserved. This must be the famous Huo Qingtong, the heroine of the Emerald Feather and Yellow Robe, renowned throughout Tianshan?" A sharp gaze fixed on Huo Qingtong's pretty face. He sighed inwardly. Luo Bing was already extremely beautiful, but compared to her, she paled in comparison. He never imagined that such a stunning woman existed in the world.

Wen Tailai grasped his hand and said, "I am truly a frog in a well to think that such martial arts exist in the world!" He was surprised that Chen Weifeng was so young yet already possessed such remarkable martial arts skills. He pointed, "Not bad, this is Miss Huo. I dare not ask her for her name..." Although he had overheard his conversation with Gui'e, he didn't know if it was true or false.

Chen Weifeng said modestly, "Weifeng is young and ignorant. My original intention on this trip was to make some friends among heroes. It is already an honor to meet Brother Wen. But I don't know how Brother Wen has been targeted by Eagle Claw." He was conflicted, unsure whether to tell him about Luo Bing's whereabouts. "We are not outsiders. Brothers, come out and meet the world-renowned Thunder Hand!" After saying this, he let out a long roar, and suddenly more than a dozen people stood up around him, men and women, young and old. Some were well-dressed, while others were ragged.

Chen Weifeng said, "Brother Wen, these are some of my friends. They came to help after receiving my message from Flying Eagle. Everyone, please pay your respects to Fourth Master Wen, and then go." Although he spoke politely, it was clear that these people were under his command.

Wen Tailai and the others hurriedly returned the greeting, saying, "We wouldn't dare. We'll repay your kindness later. Let's part ways here." He had wanted to ask about Luo Bing's whereabouts, but since she hadn't offered, he didn't feel comfortable asking. This group of people were strange, seemingly both righteous and evil, and he couldn't figure out Chen Weifeng's background, leaving him with a great deal of doubt.

Chen Weifeng said, "The journey ahead is fraught with danger, Brother Wen. Let me see you off." He knew that Luo Bing's pressure points had been released, yet she still didn't show herself, clearly not wanting her husband to know she was there.

Wen Tailai was naturally delighted and laughed, "Thank you so much. I'm fine, but I'm afraid something might have happened to Miss Huo, and I won't be able to explain it to the Chief. Hahaha."

Huo Qingtong said indifferently, "Fourth Brother is joking again. What does it matter to him if something happens to me? Let's go." She walked ahead first, clearly somewhat unhappy.

Chen Weifeng quietly observed from the side. He had long heard that Huo Qingtong had an ambiguous relationship with Chen Jialuo of the Red Flower Society, and it seemed to be true.

Chen Weifeng was a lecherous man. Though young, he had frequented countless brothels and courtesans. The Jiangnan region was known for its unbridled pleasures, and he truly earned a reputation for heartless philandering. Upon seeing Huo Qingtong today, he was already determined to capture her alive.

He exchanged a knowing smile with Wen Tailai and followed closely behind. Soon, the three arrived at the Red Flower Society's hideout.

Chen Jialuo hosted a banquet to welcome them, holding a wine cup and saying, "This cup is to Young Hero Chen. Thank you for your help; the Red Flower Society is deeply grateful. I, Chen, will drink this first as a sign of respect." He then downed the wine in one gulp.

Chen Weifeng hurriedly replied, "It's nothing, not worth mentioning. The Grand Master is too kind. My master and your master Suan have some acquaintance, and besides, I value loyalty among friends above all else. I've long heard of the chivalrous deeds of the heroes of the Red Flower Society, and I wish I could meet you all sooner. How about we drink this cup together?"

During the meal, everyone clinked glasses and chatted merrily. Then, Daoist Wuchen, his face flushed, said, "I heard from my fourth brother that Young Hero Chen's swordsmanship is superb. When will we have a spar?" In the martial arts world, proposing a spar usually carries a hint of challenge, but Wuchen's words were sincere; he genuinely wanted to find a master swordsman to test his skills against.

Years ago, he had fought Chen Zhengde of the Twin Eagles of Tianshan at the Liuhe Pagoda in Hangzhou—a thrilling and exhilarating battle that he would never forget.

Chen Weifeng said, "Master Daoist's Seventy-Two Styles of Pursuit and Deadly Sword are unmatched in the martial world. This humble one is incompetent and humbly admits defeat." His master, Yanxia Sanren, had thoroughly explained the martial arts styles of various famous masters to him, and he knew that this old Daoist was fiery in nature, with swift and ruthless swordsmanship.

"Hey, what are you saying? There are few in this world who can calmly defeat Gui'e. Fourth Brother says you're good, so you're good. Do you look down on me because I'm old?" Wuchen glared at him, clearly displeased.

Chen Jialuo quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Today we'll only discuss wine, not martial arts. Master Daoist, why don't you fight him?" Chen Weifeng smiled, glancing furtively at Huo Qingtong who was also looking in their direction. Their eyes met, and Huo Qingtong blushed, quickly turning her face away.

That night, Chen Weifeng was arranged to rest in a guest room. Outside the window, the crescent moon hung like a hook, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

He stepped out of the room and strolled to the fields beyond the backyard. The sky was filled with twinkling stars, and all was quiet.

He took out his flute and, facing the distant sky, began to play "Luan He." The flute's clear and stirring notes rose and fell, and just as his heart was moved by the melody, a strange fragrance wafted over. His heart skipped a beat, and he turned to see Huo Qingtong, dressed in emerald feathers and a yellow robe.

"The night is cold and the frost is heavy. Why is Master Chen not resting?" Huo Qingtong's beautiful eyes shone like bright sparks in the night wind.

Chen Weifeng smiled. The girl before him seemed to have stepped out of a painting; her figure was graceful, and her beauty was beyond compare. "Miss Huo is truly beautiful. Having traveled far and wide, I have never seen such a celestial being as you," he exclaimed sincerely. "This is my honest opinion. If you are not pleased, I apologize." He then bowed.

Huo Qingtong blushed and hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare, I haven't even thanked you for saving my life yet." She was secretly pleased; she knew her beauty was unparalleled, and Chen Jialuo had once been captivated by her stunning looks.

"That's only right. What are your plans, Miss Huo?" Chen Weifeng hit the nail on the head. Huo Qingtong wasn't a member of the Red Flower Society; at most, she was a guest. But her relationship with Chen Jialuo made her current position somewhat awkward.

Huo Qingtong blushed again and said, "I am but a drifting duckweed, where is my home?" Her voice was filled with melancholy, her heart filled with uncertainty.

Chen Weifeng stepped forward, his eyes bright, and said softly, "I have an appointment to fight someone at Mount Tai on the fifteenth of August. Would Miss Huo accompany me to bolster my reputation?" His admiration was evident.

Huo Qingtong lowered her head, and after a long while, slowly nodded. Chen Weifeng was overjoyed and gently took her slender hand, saying, "It is truly a great fortune for Chen Weifeng to have caught your eye, Miss. After this battle, I will take you to my home to meet my parents." His parents often introduced him to women from prestigious families, but none of them ever met his standards.

Huo Qingtong raised her pretty face, her breath sweet as orchids. Chen Weifeng, being a lecherous man, felt a surge of desire. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Huo Qingtong had roamed the martial world for many years, remaining chaste and never having been close to any man. Even her relationship with Chen Jialuo had been respectful. Now, her heart fluttered, her body swayed, and she collapsed limply into his arms.

Chen Weifeng's hands roamed freely over her body. She felt hot all over, her body light and airy. Suddenly, she felt a chill in her lower body as a thick penis was thrust inside her. She screamed, her lower body wracked with pain; clearly, her hymen had been removed.

Chen Weifeng swayed his hips incessantly, gently kissing her tears and lips. Huo Qingtong cried out, "Please have pity on me..." Chen Weifeng moved slowly, his iron rod sliding in and out of her honeyed chamber, feeling its tightness and wetness, the inner walls of her vagina gripping him with a tingling sensation.

Huo Qingtong endured the pain, writhing beneath him in pleasure, when suddenly she heard him cry out joyfully, a surge of heat shooting into her jade chamber, a wave of ecstasy washing over her, letting out a soft moan.

Chen Weifeng withdrew his member, revealing a mixture of red and white blood, clearly from his own blood and semen. He lovingly caressed her breasts, which, under the intense stimulation, appeared even more erect. He kissed her beautiful eyes and said, "You're mine, Qing Tong, I want you." Perhaps it was the fragrance emanating from her, but his penis hardened again. He mounted her and thrust into Huo Qing Tong's vagina with a soft "plop." He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, looking down at his penis moving in and out of her. Huo Qing Tong's beautiful eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting, overcome with shyness.

She couldn't believe that after just one meeting, her heart was already bound to him. Perhaps this was love at first sight.

"It's fate, Qing Tong, we're destined for each other," Chen Weifeng said as if he knew what she was thinking, continuing to thrust into her. Huo Qing Tong felt that there was no greater pleasure in life. A tingling sensation spread through her vagina, and she couldn't help but let out a moan. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and the blissful pleasure surged from one peak to another.

In the twelfth chapter of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens

," Chen Weifeng and Huo Qingtong returned to the Red Flower Society's resting place near dawn. They found the heroes already waiting in the living room.

Huo Qingtong blushed, somewhat embarrassed, realizing they had been waiting for them for quite some time. Chen Weifeng casually cupped his hands in greeting and sat down in the guest seat.

Just as Huo Qingtong was about to sit opposite him, he beckoned, saying, "Sit next to me." His tone was natural, as if it were her right to sit next to him. Huo Qingtong hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside him. Chen Jialuo and the others were all puzzled, looking at them with confusion.

Chen Weifeng said, "I'm truly sorry to have kept you all waiting, but what happened?" Seeing the tense atmosphere among the group, he knew the situation was serious.

But then Chen Jialuo said, "Young Master Chen, you are no stranger here, and we still need your help, so we have been waiting for you. I just received a message by carrier pigeon that my fifteenth brother, Xinyan, and the others have fallen into the hands of traitors again and are in imminent danger."

Chen Weifeng said, "I've heard that Brother Xinyan was personally taught by your master, the Strange Hero of Tianchi, and his lightness skill is superb, his moves exquisite. His opponent must have been a top-notch master. I wonder who did it?" He was also a little puzzled. Could it be that if they couldn't beat him, they could at least avoid him?

Chen Jialuo said, "I heard from a secret report that Brother Xinyan has been taken to Beijing. I have already notified the brothers in Beijing to be on the lookout. We will be there soon, but I wonder what Young Master Chen's plans are?" He still couldn't figure out Chen Weifeng's situation.

Chen Weifeng stood up and said, "Your association's affairs are my affairs. I have important business to attend to on my trip to Shandong, so I might as well stop by Beijing. How about this, Miss Huo and I will travel together, leading the way?" He glanced at Huo Qingtong, who understood and stood up as well, saying, "That's settled then. Mr. Chen and I will go first, and we'll ask the rest of you to follow behind."

Chen Jialuo and the others quickly stood up and said, "Thank you for your trouble." Their eyes were full of doubt. They all felt that these two had become acquainted too quickly. Although neither of them were members of the Red Flower Society, Huo Qingtong's status was extraordinary, and the crowd was somewhat concerned.

Chen Weifeng and Huo Qingtong bowed to the crowd and left side by side. Chen Jialuo watched their figures, his mind wandering. The heroes behind them were already discussing among themselves.

The scenery along the way south was beautiful, and Huo Qingtong felt that time had never been so wonderful. You must know that she was a heroine among women, and she had never experienced such warmth in her previous military career. Although she and Chen Jialuo had once shared a passionate love, he was a gentleman, unlike Chen Weifeng, a charming and skilled flirt, who instantly plunged her into a whirlpool of desire.

The two rode their horses at full speed, Huo Qingtong already drenched in sweat. Chen Weifeng said with concern, "Sister, let's rest for a while." He dismounted and helped her to rest in the woods by the roadside. He smelled her delicate fragrance, like orchids, and his lust was aroused; he pulled her into his arms.

Huo Qingtong struggled slightly, scolding, "Don't you know where we are? We're right by the main road."

Chen Weifeng reached into her bodice, touching her pink nipples, and whispered in her ear, "Sister, you smell so good, so beautiful, give yourself to me."

She pleaded softly, "You impatient lecher, let's not do it here, okay?" She could already feel his erection, and her whole body felt hot.

Chen Weifeng ignored her, lightly tapping her protruding clitoris with his middle finger. Gradually, her juices flowed freely, and her beautiful legs trembled uncontrollably. He parted her legs and thrust in forcefully, his penis disappearing completely. Heavy breathing and moans echoed through the woods.

Huo Qingtong uttered incoherent murmurs, her waist twisting and turning, her legs wrapped around his waist, her beautiful buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with him. As Chen Weifeng thrust, he pinched the two trembling pearls on her breasts with his hands. Huo Qingtong could no longer endure it. She squeezed out a few seductive moans, her vagina tingling and itching. Suddenly, she ejaculated a stream of hot vaginal fluid onto his glans. He felt a surge of excitement, and suddenly thrust even more violently, then ejaculated profusely, penetrating her honeyed chamber.

Red Flower Society Beijing Branch.

Yu Yutong was listening to his brothers report the news from the prison. Recently, Xin Yan and others had been brought to Beijing and were currently being held in the prison awaiting trial. On one hand, he arranged for his informants to take care of them, and on the other hand, he urgently dispatched manpower to deal with any possible further attacks from the government.

He had been in frequent contact with Prince Antai these past few days, learning some details and that Fukang'an would personally handle the case, which made him somewhat anxious. He knew that this man deeply hated the Red Flower Society; he had suffered greatly at their hands years ago. This time

, Xin Yan's chances of survival were slim. Meanwhile, in Chaoyang Lane, at Yu Yutong's residence, a scene of unbridled passion unfolded. Li Yuanzhi lay panting on a grand chair, her legs draped over the armrests, while a man in expensive clothes stood and vigorously thrust into her.

Li Yuanzhi's hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, like a drunken peach. She uttered incoherent moans, broken and inarticulate. Her body trembled, overwhelmed by lust, she felt as if a hot rat was thrashing inside her, her lower chambers tingling and throbbing, her juices flowing freely with each rhythmic thrust.

Suddenly, she arched her back, gripping the man's shoulders tightly, her lips pressed against his, their tongues intertwined. The man kneaded her large breasts with his hands, the armchair creaking and groaning under their ministrations.

He lifted her from the chair, moving her while continuing his thrusts. Under his skillful manipulation, Li Yuanzhi felt increasingly aroused, waves of desire surging within her, she moaning excitedly as she swayed from one wave to another. The man whispered in her ear, gently biting it, his breath hot against her skin, "You're mine, little bee, we're a match made in heaven." Then came another series of powerful thrusts.

Li Yuanzhi cried out, "I'm yours, fuck me now, harder!" The man chuckled lewdly, flipping her over so her hands were on the chair, and thrusting into her from behind. Watching his hard penis move in and out, watching this lustful woman writhe and moan beneath him, a satisfied smile spread across his face. This man was none other than Yu Yutong's friend, Prince Antai of the Kang Prince's Mansion.

That day, he had witnessed Li Yuanzhi's beauty firsthand, and was utterly captivated. He vowed in his heart that he would not rest until he had her.

Initially, he dared not rush things, knowing that haste makes waste. He deepened his understanding of her through his interactions with Yu Yutong. Despite her noble birth, she still yearned for her former wealth and status. He took advantage of Yu Yutong's carelessness and trust in him to gradually implement his plan.

That day, he sent his men to assassinate a member of the Red Flower Society, and arrived at Chaoyang Lane while Yu Yu was away on a case. Li Yuanzhi, still drowsy, opened the door, her alluring beauty captivating him once again. This strengthened his resolve, and when he calmly and effortlessly added the aphrodisiac "Three Smiles of Spring" to the kettle, he knew he would control the rest of the affair.

No woman could resist "Three Smiles of Spring"; even the most virtuous woman would become a wanton woman under its influence.

Li Yuanzhi cried.

Her tears fell like raindrops, her delicate face streaked with pitiful sorrow. An Tai wiped away her tears with his sleeve, saying, "Sister, I truly love you. If you marry me, I will marry you properly and make you my princess. If you want to kill me, I won't resist." With that, he drew his knife and handed it to Li Yuanzhi.

Li Yuanzhi's eyes held no anger, no life; her heart was filled with confusion. Years ago, she abandoned wealth and status, abandoned her parents, and threw herself into Yu Yutong's arms, without any such concerns or thoughts. But living with Yu Yutong wasn't the romantic and tender life she had imagined.

Yu Yutong was busy with affairs, treating her like a younger sister; though kind, it lacked the passionate intimacy of a married couple.

The power of "Three Smiles of Spring" lay in the fact that you were fully aware of your desires, yet your body was powerless to resist.

When she writhed beneath An Tai, she thought of her husband, clearly knowing it was infidelity, yet she howled like a female dog in heat, blushing with shame afterward. How could she, usually so dignified and virtuous, utter such wanton laughter?

In Chapter Thirteen of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens,"

when Luo Bing saw Wen Tailai and Huo Qingtong rescued by Chen Weifeng, her heart was filled with complex emotions. She truly didn't know what to do next.

A cold wind howled on Eagle's Beak Rock, and the pines roared like thunder. She returned to her thatched hut to tidy herself up, and just as she was about to descend the mountain, two people suddenly stood in front of the door: a one-eyed monk and a bald man.

Luo Bing was startled, thinking she had encountered a formidable enemy, but the two men bowed to her and said, "Our master instructed us to escort Miss Luo down the mountain. Please do not be alarmed." It seemed these two men knew of their fierce appearance and spoke first to allay Luo Bing's suspicions.

As she stepped out the door, a woman in red, about thirty years old, with a lithe figure, stood beside a bridal sedan chair. She smiled and said, "Miss Luo, let me help you into the sedan chair." She then stepped forward to help Luo Bing.

Luo Bing quickly thanked her humbly, "I dare not, I dare not."

The woman said, "Miss Luo, please don't be so polite with us. We are all servants; it is our duty to serve you." With a flick of her hand, the four sedan chair bearers smoothly lifted the chair. Luo Bing felt as if she were floating on clouds, her feet seemingly flying. It seemed these four sedan chair bearers were also skilled in martial arts.

The journey was silent, Luo Bing's mind filled with complex emotions. Although she had spent several days intimately with Chen Weifeng, she knew nothing about him except for his masterful skills in bed.

Soon they arrived at the Red Flower Society's residence. Luo Bing invited them in, but the woman said, "My master has ordered me to travel south to Beijing soon, so I dare not trouble you any longer. We should meet again someday. Farewell."

The seven men bowed and quickly departed.

Luo Bing stood quietly at the door, remembering Chen Weifeng's words: "Just say you were rescued by a masked man, and you don't know his background. That way, it'll be easier to meet him again in the future." She stood there quietly for a long time before sighing.

Wen Tailai was overjoyed to see his wife unharmed. That night, he was filled with tenderness, thrusting deeply and for twice as long as usual.

Luo Bing writhed like a snake beneath him, her waist swaying, using every seductive trick to compensate for her loss of virginity.

After each release, Wen Tailai's penis rose again and again, feeling an inexhaustible energy. He channeled his qi into his dantian, circulating it throughout his body, making his penis as hard as iron, indestructible.

Luo Bing let out wanton cries under the repeated, violent thrusts. She yielded, her vagina opening and closing, swallowing his burning iron rod. She cried out wildly, "Faster, faster, harder! I can't take it... I'm going to die... I'm going to die!" Her vagina released another stream of thick, hot vaginal fluid, washing over Wen Tailai's already collapsing scrotum.

Wen Tailai let out a long, wolf-like thrust, his powerful waist throbbing, his penis erupting with intense passion once more. He carefully gazed at his beloved wife's face; her sweat-covered face was now like a lotus emerging from water, a faint smile playing on her lips. She was content; her men were all the most outstanding men in the world, each one making her blood boil and her mind wander.

Meanwhile, Chen Jialuo sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating his energy throughout his body, the sounds of lewd whispers and moans reaching his ears, almost driving him to madness. He tried to concentrate, but couldn't calm himself.

Huo Qingtong's intimate behavior with Chen Weifeng during the day was tantamount to announcing to everyone that she was already taken.

He felt a pang of loss; he was a man of high status and influence. But now, alone under the lamp, where was his beloved? He couldn't help but think of the stunningly beautiful Princess Xiangxiang, and her graceful figure in her emerald green robe. Unable to suppress the surging

passion in his heart, he threw on his clothes and went outside, only to find the sky filled with twinkling stars and the night silent. He stood quietly in the courtyard, lost in thought for a long time.

Unbeknownst to him, in a dark corner, a pair of malevolent eyes were fixed intently on him.

Several people stood atop Qingshui Rock in southern Shanxi. Among them was a man with a flowing white beard, exuding an imposing aura—none other than the renowned Iron-Blooded Zhou Zhongying, who commanded respect throughout the Northwest. Beside him stood a short, stocky man, Xu Tianhong, the seventh leader of the Red Flower Society, known as "Martial Zhuge Liang," dressed in a blue robe and wielding an iron crutch. Another was Meng Jianxiong, Zhou Zhongying's eldest disciple.

For days, they had been searching for Wei Chunhua and Zhou Qi. Their search for Wen Tailai had been fruitless, and when they returned to the wooden hut, he was nowhere to be found. Although they had informed their fellow martial artists of their plight, they remained uneasy, sensing something amiss. Two days ago, they received news that Zhou Qi had been discovered in southern Shanxi, but by the time they arrived, she

was nowhere to be found. In a large mansion more than thirty li from Qingshui Rock, Zhou Qi lay unconscious, bound to a wooden stake, limbs spread apart, naked.

That day, Wei Chunhua had ridden away from the hut, and Zhou Qi had watched him disappear into the distance, heartbroken. She packed her belongings, intending to leave and reunite with her father. She missed her stop on the road and then heard that Wei Chunhua had appeared in Shanxi, so she immediately decided to go find him.

Unexpectedly, she was targeted by a group of people as soon as she set foot in Shanxi. Zhou Qi had little experience in the martial arts world and her skills were weak. Previously, neither the righteous nor the wicked had bothered her because of her father and husband, but now, traveling alone, and possessing some beauty, she was immediately drugged.

Although the Lu family's four tigers weren't particularly skilled in martial arts, they had a good understanding of this method. They stripped Zhou Qi naked in the inn, revealing her snow-white skin, soft body, and fragrant breath.

The Lu family's four tigers pulled out their weapons, veins bulging, and began to sway. The eldest tiger, as usual, went first, thrusting into her vagina without any foreplay. He felt the tight, tender opening scrape painfully, and after hundreds of thrusts, Zhou Qi woke up. She struggled, but her hands were too weak. She closed her eyes in despair, overwhelmed with sorrow.

Suddenly, her orifice was pinched shut. She couldn't help but open her mouth, and a burning hot penis was thrust inside. It was Erhu, who had shoved his member into her cherry-like mouth, forcing her to perform oral sex. She felt her mouth and vagina tightly covered. After hundreds of thrusts, her tender orifice was overflowing with lustful fluid. Zhou Qi felt her whole body heat up, an unprecedented sensation burning within her.

Her soft body writhed like a snake, emitting soul-stirring moans. Erhu's penis churned and surged in her mouth, each thrust reaching her throat. She felt as if her breath was about to stop. A thick stream of semen shot in, followed by a burning sensation in her lower body, and her vaginal fluid flowed freely.

Then Sanhu came up and turned her over, making her kneel on the ground, exposing her beautiful buttocks. In the cleft of her buttocks were slightly raised chrysanthemum petals, the labia appearing even more alluring under the moonlight. Sanhu reached into her vagina and moistened her anus with some honey-like fluid. With only half of his glans inserted, Zhou Qi let out a painful scream. The three tigers, disregarding any tenderness, thrust forcefully, plunging their massive penises into her rectum. Zhou Qi cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, her rectum burning as if on fire. She screamed and fainted.

When she awoke, the four tigers were on top of her, relentlessly penetrating her already ravaged vagina. Her breasts were squeezed together, the first tiger's massive penis thrusting in and out, while the second tiger tightly sucked on her lips. She felt unprecedented pain throughout her body, especially an intense itching in the soles of her feet, as the third tiger was nibbling at her bound feet. She awoke and fainted repeatedly, the four tigers ejaculating several times on her.

In Chapter Fourteen of "The Wind Howls Through

the Nine Heavens," when Chen Weifeng entered Huo Qingtong's body again, he still felt a deep pity and guilt pricking his heart.

In his eyes, this pure Hui girl was nothing more than a fickle, worldly encounter. When he tried to withdraw, he found himself unable to escape her tender, watery eyes.

At this moment, he could only whisper to himself, "Take it one step at a time, or maybe take her home to show my mother." This was the first time in his life he had ever considered bringing a woman home.

He looked down at the woman beneath him, her full figure fully revealed, her naked skin appearing somewhat mysterious in the dappled shadows of the trees at dusk. Her firm breasts trembled in the wind from the intense movements, her two nipples, like red cherries, shining even brighter with excitement.

Chen Weifeng continued to thrust forcefully into her hairless vulva, sweat and semen mingling on her bare genitals. Today he had reached his fifth climax, and he knew she was enduring the physical pain of his intense onslaught, letting him change positions and directions. She was trying to please him—he knew.

"Don't leave me, Weifeng," Huo Qingtong endured his intense thrusts with boundless love, "Don't leave me, just let me be by your side, I'll do anything you want." A girl in love is especially sensitive.

Since she gave herself to Chen Weifeng, while their love was tender and passionate, she vaguely felt her love slipping away. His nonchalance, his dreamy eyes, seemed to indicate that his passion was fading.

"I don't know, am I right? Qingtong. Perhaps I was wrong from the beginning, we shouldn't have met at all." He kissed her beautiful cherry lips. "I couldn't resist your charm, so I used 'Heavenly Demon Spell' to seduce you. It was my mistake. Qingtong, forgive me."

He was inherently wicked, fickle, and lacked perseverance, so countless women had been left alone to watch their beauty fade because of him. "Heavenly Demon Spell" has nine levels, passed down from the Song Dynasty martial arts master Huang Yaoshi. It uses demonic sounds to bewitch the mind. That day, he easily captured the renowned beauty, Cuiyu Huangshan, with only the sixth level, "Luan He".

“Weifeng, I have no regrets about being with you. Knowing you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me.” She gently stroked his handsome, sharply defined face. “I only hope to be with you day and night; I have no other desires in this life.”

Chen Weifeng turned his face away and sighed. His blank gaze drifted to the horizon where the clouds met the sky. He knew that her request was something he could never fulfill. He had too many things to do, too many grudges to settle; the idea of roaming freely among the mountains, forests, lakes, and seas was something he had never even considered.

A long cry of an eagle came from the sky, and both of them felt a jolt in their hearts. They both had a deep affection for eagles. Chen Weifeng let out a long cry, and soon a black eagle swiftly landed on his hand. Its eyes were sharp, and its beak and talons were made of iron.

Huo Qingtong affectionately stroked its feathers, tears welling up in her eyes. The image of her mentor was vivid in her mind. Her two mentors had passed away, and the two eagles had followed their masters in death. The black eagle before her now had a tuft of white feathers on its head. Chen Weifeng flicked his wrist, and the eagle soared to a high branch, gazing down into the distance.

He gently embraced her slender waist and said, "Isn't it familiar? How does it compare to your master's?"

A wave of sorrow washed over her, and she said sadly, "I have no family left in this world, Weifeng. You are my only one." Her beautiful eyes were misty, revealing an indescribable charm in the setting sun.

Outside Beijing, near Taoranting Park. A light rain fell, and night had fallen, making the autumn chill of Beijing even more pronounced.

An elderly man in Taoist robes stood there, pondering, "Back then, reeds were flying everywhere, and the fields were vast. I sparred with Brother Hu Fei here, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder where Brother Hu is now?" It was Lu Feiqing, the leader of Wudang Sect.

Beside him, a hideous and fierce-looking man in black said, "I heard Brother Hu Fei is currently in the Snow Mountain. The Snow Mountain Sect has risen to fame because of him." This man, with a gloomy and expressionless face, was none other than Shi Shuangying, the "Ghost-Slayer" of the Red Flower Society. The Snow Mountain Sect had fallen several times, and its current resurgence was all thanks to Hu Fei's miraculous recovery.

"Why haven't Eighth Brother and Thirteenth Brother arrived yet? Could something have happened to them again?" These days, the Red Flower Society had encountered many powerful enemies, and Shi Shuangying couldn't help but feel worried. Three streaks of light fire flashed in the northwest corner. Shi Shuangying's face paled, and he said urgently, "Eighth Brother and the others are calling for reinforcements. Let's go quickly." The two of them immediately used their lightness skills and rushed over.

The bloody scene before them shocked them. Several corpses lay on the ground. Yang Chengxie was barely breathing, blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, his tiger eyes closed, unconscious. Jiang Sigen, the crocodile-headed man, had torn clothes and was stained with blood. Clearly, the Red Flower Society suffered a crushing defeat in the fierce battle just now. If it weren't for issuing the Meteor Order to scare away the enemy, even Jiang Sigen would have been doomed.

Lu Feiqing lightly felt Yang Chengxie's pulse and exclaimed in surprise, "Who are the enemies? They possess such subtle internal energy! This seems to be the long-lost Hengshan Yinsha Palm."

Jiang Sigen, panting heavily, said, "They were a pair of beggars, ha... Brother Ba fought with the old beggar, but I was no match for the old beggar. Heh... they're really formidable." He was out of breath, clearly suffering from internal injuries. "I don't know who they are either. They don't seem to be government lackeys. I gave them my name, but they seemed to have a grudge against us. They attacked right away, and these brothers died at their hands."

Lu Feiqing sighed, "Brother Yang has exceptional martial arts skills, impervious to blades and spears, but he is most vulnerable to subtle internal energy. This time, he is in grave danger."

The Red Flower Society has many brothers, and they rarely encounter opponents in the martial world. For a leader of the society to be injured one-on-one like this is extremely rare, showing how strong and ruthless the opponent was. Shi Shuangying couldn't help but feel angry. He roared, and crows cawed and scattered in all directions.

In a private residence in Pingyang Hutong, Beijing, candlelight flickered.

A white-haired man was thrusting violently into the woman beneath him. The woman, also with a full head of white hair and a face etched with wrinkles, possessed an old face brimming with desire, her hips swaying, soft laughter and moans filling the air. Clearly, the two were well-versed in this art,

their movements practiced and skillful. These two, known as the "Qinling Duo," had trained together since childhood, companions for over fifty years, their hearts in perfect harmony. The white-haired man withdrew his member, his old penis erect, veins bulging. He spat on her anus; the hair around her anus was already turning white, making her genitals appear even darker. Her vulva was dripping with vaginal fluid, her pubic hair lying disheveled beneath her flat stomach.

He inserted his middle and index fingers into her anus, probing a few times, then pulled them out and licked them with relish. Then he thrust himself into her rectum, feeling the winding, secluded passage within her vaginal walls. The old woman moaned and groaned, her buttocks rising and falling with unparalleled pleasure.

The white-haired man thrust hundreds of times, his pace noticeably quickening. The old woman lay on the bed, her hands gripping the edge tightly. Suddenly, he cried out and ejaculated some semen into her rectum.

The old woman took his penis into her mouth, sucking on it noisily, sometimes biting it lightly with her teeth, sometimes licking it with her tongue. The white-haired man groaned heavily with pleasure. Finally, the two lay on the bed, utterly exhausted. They realized that even fighting the world's greatest masters hadn't been this tiring.

Thirty years ago, the Qinling Duo encountered their enemies and were captured after exhausting themselves. They suffered all kinds of humiliation and torture, a fate worse than death. But they were rescued by a burly man with a thick beard—the Xiaoxiang Swordsman Chen Yuanba. The two immediately swore allegiance, becoming his slaves for life. This was the first time in decades that they had accompanied the young master out of seclusion. In the ensuing night battle, the two realized they hadn't forgotten their years of martial arts skills, and in their excitement, they picked up their old weapons again.

In Beijing, within the Imperial Palace, in the Qianqing Palace, the nearly middle-aged Emperor Qianlong was reviewing a report presented by Gui'e on the latest progress in suppressing the Red Flower Society.

He rubbed his tired eyes, memories flooding back. "Brother, are you alright now? Do you still hate me?" Qianlong murmured. "Every year I issue decrees to reward our family; our Chen family is incredibly honored. What more could you ask for? Isn't this empire in our hands now?" He couldn't understand why Chen Jialuo, a noble scion, was willing to become a commoner, letting the hardships of the martial world erode his noble spirit.

Thinking of this, Qianlong yawned and entered his inner chamber. A naked young girl lay on the bed. Her face was like a full moon, her eyebrows delicate and her eyes bright. Her pink body was adorned with a pair of tender breasts, their nipples a vibrant red. Beneath her smooth, glossy abdomen, her mons pubis was slightly swollen, and a long, narrow slit between her legs gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

Upon seeing this hairless vulva, Qianlong was instantly aroused, his penis becoming visibly hard. Years ago, when Princess Xiangxiang refused to allow him to satisfy his lust, in desperation, he had deflowered a young palace maid serving the Empress Dowager. The tight vulva enveloped his engorged member, giving him a sudden, overwhelming pleasure. The feeling of a powerful, all-powerful man sweeping across the land arose from this; he found in the still-developing, fragrant body of the woman that he now possessed the imperial pride of a ruler.

Thus, many more palace intrigues arose, the innocent voices of young children uttering mournful moans in the depths of the palace, and many girls died in tears, unable to endure such torment.

At this moment, Qianlong disregarded any preamble, thrusting his merciless rod straight into the narrow vulva. As his not-so-large member was fully inserted, the little girl cried out in pain. Bright red blood flowed with each thrust, soaking the white dragon-patterned bedsheets. He lifted her slender legs and violently pounded her thin body.

Gradually, the cries softened, and the soft moans and sobs only fueled his lust. He ravaged the unconscious little girl beneath him with ever-changing techniques, his mind filled with the stunning beauty of Princess Xiangxiang.

He let out a long, almost mournful cry as he lay on the young body. Suddenly, he burst into loud sobs, filling the empty Qianqing Palace with a sense of terror and panic. He always felt an unshakeable loneliness and inexplicable helplessness after indulging in lust.

He stretched out his arms towards the high sky, as if searching, or perhaps pushing away something. What did it matter if he was an emperor?

Loneliness was a poison that had seeped into his very marrow.

When the passion subsided, the sober Li Yuanzhi regained her usual dignified elegance, her noble bearing even more evident in the flickering candlelight.

Although Yu Yutong was a scholar, his life among江湖 (jianghu, the world of

martial arts and outlaws) was filled with rough edges, and he failed to notice anything unusual about his wife. Li Yuanzhi remained as tender as ever; in her eyes, her dashing senior brother hadn't changed—he was still that extraordinary man full of heroic spirit. His ugly face couldn't conceal his imposing charisma. She gently stroked his cheeks, flushed from drinking, and a wave of sorrow washed over her. Tears streamed down his face, flowing like a river—a river of heartbreak, regret, and shame.

"Autumn rain falls on a thousand homes, a flute plays on the tower at sunset." Looking back, she recalled the autumn days in Jiangnan with Yu Yutong, their love blossoming on the tower at sunset, her soft body leaning against him, his ethereal, slightly melancholic flute music rising gently in the drizzling evening breeze… She was intoxicated.

A rapid knocking came from outside the door—three long knocks followed by two short ones—the contact information of someone close to them. She wiped away her tears, opened the door, and upon seeing the man, she excitedly hugged him, saying, "I've been waiting and waiting, you've finally come!"

With a series of intense, violent thrusts, Xin Yan let out a painful groan.

When Xiao Wu pulled the seven-inch-long thing out of his anus, the cell was filled with a stench. He chuckled, "What Red Flower Society, what Ass Society! I heard your leader Chen Jialuo is also delicate and tender. When I have time, I'll come and fuck him for a while. Hahaha." His ugly face was full of excitement.

He looked at Xin Yan, who lay unconscious on the ground, waved his hand, and said, "Your turn, go!"

Several vigorous men behind him swarmed forward eagerly.

How much time had passed was unknown. Xin Yan was covered in blood, his hands hanging limply at his waist, his collarbones crushed, and his martial arts completely ruined. Tears welled in his eyes, his gaze vacant as he stared blankly at the high, mottled walls of his cell. His fragile body and mind were already beyond repair.

So when he suddenly saw the intense, blinding sunlight, he couldn't bear the glare and swayed, the servants on either side rushing to support him. Two ugly men in official robes stood in the doorway, smiling at him. He heard them shout, "You've done this to my fifteenth brother! Watch your dog lives!"

Hearing that extremely familiar voice, he felt a surge of relief and fainted.

Chang Hezhi and Chang Bozhi, the Twin Heroes of Xichuan, were disciples of the Qingcheng Sect in Sichuan before they became famous. Their master, Daoist Huilu, had perfected the "Black Sand Palm" technique in their hands.

This day, they were ordered by the headquarters to rescue Xin Yan and others. They had learned that Xiao Wu went to the Lichun Pavilion every day to meet his old flame, Yu Jiao. When they suddenly appeared at the Lichun Pavilion, Xiao Wu immediately shuddered upon seeing them.

Back when he poisoned his master in Qingcheng, his master's pitiful screams still echoed in his ears: "You'll see what happens when your junior brother Wuchang issues his decree!" He acted decisively, his hands flashing, sending Yu Jiao, carried by a gust of wind, hurtling towards the Xichuan Twin Heroes. His feet weren't idle either; tables and chairs flew towards him.

The Xichuan Twin Heroes shouted, and Chang Bozhi leaped up, dodging the attack, and struck with both palms. Seeing he couldn't dodge, Xiao Wu also struck with both palms, two sharp blows, his chest heaving with qi and blood. He leaped backward with the force of the palm strikes, flipping out of the back window and performing several somersaults. He regulated his inner energy in mid-air, landing firmly on his feet in the courtyard.

He coldly looked at the two Western Sichuan heroes who had surrounded him from both sides and said, "Today, I, Xiao Wu, have been ambushed

. My two uncles, come at me together. Let me see the power of the Black Sand Palm!" Chang Bozhi and Chang Hezhi, their faces sallow and their eyes bulging, recognized the man before them. This man had once wreaked havoc on the Qingcheng Sect, committing heinous crimes. They too had been ordered by their sect to kill him, but unfortunately, they were in the Western Frontier at the time and could not spare the time.

They shouted, "The net of heaven is vast, Xiao Wu. You shall pay with your life!" Xiao Wu laughed loudly, drew his long sword, and thrust it towards the two heroes, unleashing the world-renowned Emei Sword Technique. The two heroes recognized the danger and with a swing of their double hooks, they had Xiao Wu completely surrounded. In an instant, true energy filled the building, damaging all the pavilions, flowers, and trees nearby, and all the patrons fled. The madam cursed the patrons for running away without paying, her old face a mess of tears.

The two heroes of Xichuan fought for hundreds of moves, but Xiao Wu was still not at a disadvantage. Chang Hezhi roared, "If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll be unworthy of the name Chang Hezhi!" He threw his long hook at Xiao Wu, not even blocking Xiao Wu's flying kick aimed at his abdomen. Instead, his palms flew, striking Xiao Wu's chest.

With a "bang," almost simultaneously, the two separated, spitting out blood, both seriously injured.

Xiao Wu felt his inner energy dissipating, his face turning deathly pale. He let out a strange cry: "Come on, haha. If I were afraid of dying, I wouldn't be Xiao Wu."

Chang Bozhi supported his brother with one hand and grabbed Xiao Wu's vital points with the other. With a long howl, dozens of men rushed in from outside the gate. They were the Red Flower Society brothers who had been waiting outside. Chang Bozhi said, "A life for a life. Release my brother Xinyan, and I'll spare your life."

Xiao Wu chuckled, "I can't make that decision myself; you'll have to talk to my master." Chang Bozhi casually pointed, and Xiao Wu immediately fainted.

On the Yellow River, at Fengling Ferry, a large, fat man in gray robes stared intently ahead. His temples were white, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, clearly indicating he was a master of internal martial arts. The red horse beside him seemed to sense its master's heavy heart, its hooves kicking restlessly at the yellow earth. This man was none other than Thousand-Handed Buddha Zhao Banshan.

Three months ago, he was ordered by the Grand Master to investigate an internal traitor. When he arrived at his son Zhao Yi's room, he felt a deep fear and lingering dread. Heavy breathing and groans came from inside; clearly, something sordid was taking place there.

Zhao Banshan knew his son's nature, but he didn't blame him. After all, he had promised his beloved wife that he would raise their child well for the rest of his life. The image of his wife's loving yet helpless gaze at her deathbed was still vivid in his mind, and his heart ached as if being torn apart.

He stood silently for a long time, then the door suddenly opened, and a handsome young man stood before him. His face resembled that of his deceased wife, and he stared at him, momentarily stunned. It took him a long while to recover, and

he scolded, "Don't always hide in your room doing this kind of thing. It's so pathetic. How can you face your deceased mother like this?" Zhao Yi smiled slightly, "Father, how do you know I'm pathetic? Your son has great ambitions." His eyes gleamed, with a hint of wickedness.

Zhao Banshan peeked into the inner room and asked, "Who's in your room? Don't keep bringing strangers to the headquarters." These past few days, he had followed some clues and finally traced them back to his own son.

Zhao Yi stepped back a few paces, his gaze fixed on Zhao Banshan's face, and slowly said, "Father, this person's background is very clear; she is also your future daughter-in-law."

Zhao Banshan was overjoyed and said, "Then call her out so I can see her." He had momentarily forgotten the purpose of his visit.

Zhao Yi snorted and said, "Then let her come out; even an ugly daughter-in-law must eventually meet her in-laws." As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful woman emerged from the inner room; even heavy makeup couldn't conceal her innate allure.

Zhao Banshan was shocked at first sight; this woman was no ordinary person! A murderous aura was hidden beneath her light steps.

The woman smiled before speaking, saying, "Uncle Zhao, hello. This humble woman greets you." Her voice was alluring and captivating.

Zhao Banshan took several steps back, saying, "I dare not, I dare not." His heart was filled with fear, and his suspicious gaze swept over his son.

Zhao Yi chuckled, "Father, let me introduce you. This is the renowned master Tang Yi. You should have heard of her, right?"

Zhao Banshan nodded slowly, saying, "No wonder, no wonder. So, you were the one who administered the drug! Tang Clan's aphrodisiacs are indeed well-deserved."

Tang Yi pursed her lips slightly, feigning shyness, and said, "This humble woman only used her little fingertip to lightly pick up a tiny bit of powder, but I didn't know that 'A Hundred Years of Harmony' would be so potent. I'm sorry, but your esteemed leader seems to be enjoying it quite a bit. Hehehe."

A look of intense hatred appeared on Zhao Banshan's face. He was skilled in hidden weapons, but he deeply abhorred poison.

Unlike the Tang Clan of Sichuan, whose hidden weapons were deadly upon contact with blood. He said to Zhao Yi with disgust, "How do you know this kind of woman? When did she drag you into this?" A murderous intent surged within him; if this woman wasn't eliminated, the Red Flower Society would never have peace.

Zhao Yi took a few steps forward, blocking Tang Yi's path, and said, "Father, if you want to kill her, kill me first." He knew his father's temperament well; once he struck, he would show no mercy.

Tang Yi pushed Zhao Yi aside and slowly walked three steps in front of Zhao Banshan, saying, "Uncle Zhao, I've long admired the Thousand-Handed Buddha's reputation, and I've long wanted to teach her a lesson. However, you are Yi Lang's father, so I won't make things difficult for you. Frankly, you may not be able to kill me today." Her words grew increasingly gentle, but the menacing murderous intent grew ever heavier.

Zhao Banshan looked at Zhao Yi's stubborn face, feeling a sense of bewilderment. With his martial arts skills, taking this woman's life wouldn't be a problem. The problem was that he would lose his own son. Even the principle of righteousness over family ties wasn't an issue; the key was that he couldn't face the ghost in the afterlife, the one he longed for day and night.

He looked up to the sky and roared, two streams of hot tears rolling down his cheeks. A hero is powerless against such passion. This roar shook the heavens and earth, its power soaring to the heavens. Tang Yi couldn't help but pale.

But then Zhao Banshan sighed, "What a tragedy! Go away! The Red Flower Society will have no one like you anymore!"

Zhao Yi glared at his father, saying, "Father, Heaven is unjust! The Red Flower Society should be led by you, sir. Why let that good-for-nothing be in charge? Look what he's done to the Red Flower Society!"

Zhao Banshan roared, "Shut up! I, Zhao Banshan, have no son like you. From this day forward, we are severing all ties. If you do anything wrong again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" His anger and resentment were beyond measure, and he was heartbroken and desperate.

Tang Yi tugged at Zhao Yi's sleeve, saying, "What's the point of talking to this old rascal? Let's go."

The two of them strode away without looking back.

Zhao Banshan wept bitterly. The autumn wind was bleak, and the pines seemed to weep. A feeling of a hero in his twilight years washed over him, and in that instant, he seemed to have aged ten years. October 23rd,

Chapter 15 of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens"

: The Changfeng Escort Agency in Fuzhou is a century-old establishment. Its first leader, Zhang Yu, wielded a golden-backed broadsword, dominating the three provinces of Zhejiang and Jiangxi, feared by both outlaws and righteous figures. Now in its fifth generation, the current leader is "Long-lived Blade" Zhang Jiuling. Through generations of hard work, the Changfeng Escort Agency has accumulated a century of wealth, becoming incredibly rich.

Zhang Jiuling has five sons, each a vigorous and skilled warrior, capable of handling any situation independently. He also has a beautiful daughter, sixteen years old.

One day, a young man arrived at the agency, elegantly dressed in a blue robe, requesting that Zhang Jiuling personally escort the shipment. He was received by Zhang Jiuling's eldest son, Zhang Xiong.

Seeing that Mr. Chen's appearance was distinguished and the deposit he offered was quite generous, Zhang Xiong treated him very politely, explaining, "My father hasn't done escort work for many years; my brothers and I handle the business now. Please forgive us, Mr. Chen."

Mr. Chen said, "Well then, we should at least ask your father to come out and have a word with you. This is a very important matter; my father originally wanted your father, the old hero Zhang, to personally escort the goods."

Zhang Xiong readily agreed, "Very well! I'll go and invite him right away." After a moment, a robust-looking old man with white hair emerged from the back room. His eyes were piercing, and his temples were prominent, indicating profound internal strength.

Zhang Xiong reported, "Father, this is the guest who wants us to take on the escort mission." He then said to the young man, "Mr. Chen, this is my father. Hearing that you wanted to see him, he made an exception and

granted you an audience. Otherwise, he has never seen outsiders in recent years." The young man chuckled and said, "I have long admired your name; it is renowned far and wide. I have an important item that I would like your escort agency to deliver to the capital. This is the deposit; I will pay the remainder after the mission is completed." He then handed over a bank draft, which was

valid throughout the country. Zhang Xiong was secretly pleased to see that it was five thousand taels of silver and stepped forward to take it. Zhang Jiuling asked, "I wonder what goods Mr. Chen is delivering? Please tell me." He was experienced in traveling all over the country and was somewhat uneasy about the large deposit.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen handed over a gilded box, which, although simple in style, was also an extremely ordinary item. Zhang Xiong took the sword, opened it, and saw a flash of cold light. He suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his throat, clearly struck by a hidden weapon.

Then, Mr. Chen suddenly rose, his long sword aimed directly at Zhang Jiuling's brow. Startled by the sudden turn of events, even with his extensive experience and high martial arts skills, Zhang Jiuling was overwhelmed by the young man's rapid and relentless attacks.

He was horrified by his son's tragic death and fought recklessly. The more he fought, the more disheartened he became. The young man's swordsmanship was extremely domineering, each move fierce and brutal. Before long, he had been struck in several places.

Zhang Jiuling was skilled in swordsmanship, but his hand-to-hand combat was rudimentary. This time, the enemy had calculated that he wouldn't bring a weapon when he met his guest, a classic case of surprise attack.

Suddenly, the two separated. Zhang Jiuling clutched his chest, swaying, as the young man's arrogant voice rang in his ears: "I am Chen Shenhao of Junshan, ordered to exterminate your entire family. Rest in peace!" Zhang Jiuling roared, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and lunged at Chen Shenhao, but his momentum faltered, and he died halfway there.

Chen Shenhao let out a long howl, and immediately, shouts of battle erupted from the Changfeng Escort Agency as his accomplices, who had been lying in ambush outside, rushed in. Zhang Xiong's four brothers had all gone out on escort missions and had not yet returned; the Changfeng Escort Agency was now left with only its defenseless family members.

A moment later, a monk with a murderous look entered, cupping his hands and saying, "Young Master, all the men have been dealt with. Zhang Jiuling's five daughters-in-law are being held in the inner room; please dispose of them as you see fit."

Chen Shenhao waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Daji. Zhang Jiuling's daughter is among them, isn't she? You can deal with the other women."

Daji laughed, "Thank you, Young Master. This little girl born to Zhang Jiuling truly lives up to her reputation as the most beautiful woman in the Jiang River; she's quite pretty, definitely to your liking." The two looked at each other and laughed.

With several piercing screams, Zhou Qi awoke with a start. The dashing man before her had once broken her heart; comforted, she immediately fainted in his arms.

This man's face was haggard, but his tiger-like eyes still held a commanding presence; he was none other than Wei Chunhua, known as the Nine-Lives Leopard.

Zhou Qi awoke again the next day. Her beautiful eyes darted around, and she saw Wei Chunhua sitting by the window, lost in thought.

She tried to sit up, but a sudden sharp pain shot through her hip; the wound hadn't fully healed, and she couldn't help but groan softly.

Wei Chunhua quickly stepped forward to support her, saying gently, "Lie down first, don't hurt yourself. With me here, you don't need to be afraid of anything."

Zhou Qi hummed in agreement. Yes, she was indeed comforted; after the nightmare, life was still sweet. Her eyes were full of joy; as long as she could be with him, she wouldn't care if the sky fell.

After resting in bed for several days, Zhou Qi, feeling increasingly bored, wandered out of the room. Suddenly, a stench wafted from the other side of the house. Curious, she opened the wooden door. The gruesome scene before her made her scream in terror: it resembled a slaughterhouse, with corpses piled together, some dismembered, some already rotting, and tens of thousands of maggots wriggling in the wounds

. Just then, someone gently tapped her shoulder. She froze, completely terrified. "What's wrong? I told you not to come out. Come on, go back inside." The speaker was Wei Chunhua.

Zhou Qi pointed at the corpses, trembling uncontrollably.

Wei Chunhua said indifferently, "You call yourself a member of the Red Flower Society? It's just a few corpses. What's the big deal?"

He shook his head and said, "The four tigers of the Lu family are all inside. Heh heh, their entire family is inside. One hundred and twenty people, young and old, I killed them all, leaving no one alive." There was a deep hatred in his words, and Zhou Qi couldn't help but feel a little scared when she saw his clenched teeth.

These days, Wei Chunhua had been bathing her every day. He always carefully washed her fair and tender body, especially her vulva and anus.

A strange sensation flowed from his fingers, and Zhou Qi would close her beautiful eyes each time, listening to his murmurs, "You are mine, no one can touch you! Whoever touches you will die!" When he said this, he would vigorously rub each of her genitals, as if trying to wash away the shame she had suffered.

And she would always let out sweet moans, her whole body trembling as she welcomed his excited caresses. Every pore on her body seemed to open its wings in welcome, her soft body undulating, her soft moans like heavenly music, stimulating Wei Chunhua's already taut nerves.

She lay prone on the ground, her open anus opening and closing like flower petals. Each thrust from Wei Chunhua was so exhilarating, the flames of desire burning wildly, and only in this near-mad lovemaking could he find a sliver of solace and comfort.

A raging fire seemed to burn and spread within him, rising and falling with his body's movements. Only when he released the last ounce of strength could he truly experience that phoenix-like rebirth, so he tirelessly performed the same action until he could no longer move.

Zhou Qi propped herself up, her body feeling as if all her bones had crumbled. She embraced him, her large breasts enveloping his dazed head. Only in this moment did he truly belong to her completely! What more could she ask for in this life?

When Chen Shenhao entered the room, he felt as if he were surrounded by flowers. It could be said that the Changfeng Escort Agency was not only a place of swords and shadows, but also a place of alluring beauty.

Zhang Jiuling's five daughters-in-law were all beautiful, some slender, some plump, some fair, some dark-skinned, each with their own

captivating charm. Chen Shenhao was filled with admiration. He stepped forward and touched the pretty face of Zhang Xiong's wife, Song Yingchun, the younger sister of the great Hebei hero Song Changchun. Her skin was fair and smooth, her figure delicate and exquisite, her breath sweet and fragrant, stirring the imagination.

He gently parted her dark pubic hair, making admiring sounds, and inserted his middle finger into her honeyed depths, feeling the warm, moist sensation—a wonderfully strange feeling. Chen Shenhao brought his mouth to her, his tongue licking her purplish-red clitoris. Song Yingchun couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body burning with desire. He withdrew his now-erect penis and thrust it into her honeyed depths, beginning his flower-plucking spree!

Lying beside Song Yingchun, the four sisters-in-law blushed, their hearts pounded, and their lower bodies flowed with lustful fluids as they listened to their lewd moans and heavy breathing.

Chen Shenhao thrust hundreds of times, then withdrew with a hiss. He turned to Zhang Jiuling's second daughter-in-law, Zhang Jinling. Although she didn't know martial arts, she was voluptuous, with slightly dark skin, fine lines, and a protruding mons pubis covered in pubic hair. Her eyes remained tightly closed throughout, and tears streamed down her face as Chen Shenhao thrust into her intensely.

She was filled with shame; as the beloved daughter of Zhang Yiqing, the prefect of Fuzhou, she had been reduced to someone else's sex slave. Humiliation and shame filled her chest. Chen Shenhao lifted her legs and thrust in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, mercilessly ravaging this rain-soaked pear blossom. His mood was greatly pleased, and his lust was even stronger.

His hands weren't idle either, groping his fourth daughter-in-law Wang Hong and fifth daughter-in-law Su Yiyi, leaving them both drenched in sweat and panting.

From late night until dawn, Chen Shenhao finally ejaculated inside Zhang Jiuling's third daughter-in-law Sun Shumiao, experiencing a feeling of unparalleled bliss.

He dressed and left the inner room. Outside, the hall was filled with an atmosphere of sinful lust, as dozens of strong men took turns pleasuring dozens of women. Seeing Chen Shenhao emerge, they all stood and bowed, their still-dripping penises dangling and swaying.

Chen Shenhao waved his hand dismissively and said, "Remember to clean up the scene when you're done!" He then turned to Daji and asked, "Where's Zhang Mengyao? Is everything done?"

Daji bowed his head and replied, "Young Master, she's been put in your car, and the goods are all sorted out."

Chen Shenhao nodded and said, "I trust you to handle things. You go in first, and the brothers can try it out when they're done."

Daji was overjoyed and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Young Master! I'll go in now." A moment later, a series of lewd sounds came from inside.

It was late autumn, and the autumn breeze was refreshing that night. Jiang Dawei of the Jiang Family Martial Arts School in Jincheng was stroking his beard with satisfaction as he watched his three disciples practice martial arts.

Years ago, when he was hanging out with a gang of bandits in the Lüliang Mountains, he had saved a passing martial arts master. Later, at the master's urging, he retired from his life of crime, returned to his hometown, married, had children, opened a martial arts school, and lived a peaceful old age.

Just then, the eldest disciple used his signature move, "The Crane Comes from the West," to block the third disciple's chest, leaving the third disciple helpless and forcing him to throw down his sword in defeat.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from the gate, and the two iron doors collapsed to the ground. A man in tight-fitting clothes stood there, wielding double hooks, exuding a murderous aura.

The second disciple rushed forward, shouting, "What kind of madman dares to..." Before he could finish speaking, a hook struck his abdomen, blood gushing out, and he was clearly beyond saving.

Jiang Dawei was both angry and saddened, and immediately threw the steaming cup of Longjing tea in his hand at him. The man roared like a thunderclap in a clear sky, his figure flashing, his double hooks swinging.

The disciples of the Jiang family martial arts school had already surrounded him. Although the man was silent and his movements were fierce, his double hooks slashing, hooking, and thrusting were powerful, controlled, and disciplined.

In no time, the martial arts school was a river of blood, with corpses strewn everywhere. Jiang Dawei watched helplessly as his beloved disciples fell one by one to the man's double hooks, tears streaming down his face.

Suddenly, the man stopped attacking, tilting his disheveled head and asking, "Who are you? Why are you crying?"

Jiang Dawei, filled with rage, roared, "You madman! Don't you recognize me? Why are you killing my disciples right away? I don't want to live anymore either! Prepare to die!" He leaped up, his short sword flashing towards the man's throat. Knowing he was outmatched, he attacked with a desperate, all-out effort.

The man, however, didn't dodge. He swung his double hooks straight at Jiang Dawei's abdomen, meeting his attack head-on.

After several exchanges, Jiang Dawei's strength waned, his moves became scattered, and he was struck by several hooks. He staggered back a few steps, saying, "I don't know who you are, nor why you killed me. Just you wait, someone will avenge me." Blood seeped from the corner of his eye, and with a gulp, he swallowed a mouthful of blood. He was already dead, his eyes wide open in anger as he died, truly dying with unresolved grievances.

The man stared blankly at everything before him, as if it had nothing to do with him. There was no joy of victory on his face.

He shook his head violently, his vacant eyes watching the last rays of twilight disappear behind the eaves and corners of the house. The wind chimes wailed, and the crows cawed noisily, as if they knew that a massacre had just taken place here.

Zhou Qi had been having nightmares lately, and each time she woke up, Wei Chunhua wasn't beside her. When she woke again, he was lying there, wide awake, sleeping soundly like a baby, and she stroked him with boundless affection.

She didn't care where he went at night; his presence was her greatest happiness. Although he always returned home soaked in sweat and stained with blood.

Recently, rumors had been circulating in town about a demon who frequently came out at night to kill indiscriminately, his methods ruthless, wiping out entire families in a single move. These included the Yang family in the north of town, the Qian family pawnshop, the Jiang family martial arts school, and so on. Every time she went out to buy daily necessities, the words of the vendors always terrified her; she didn't even know what she was afraid of.

During the day, Wei Chunhua was so gentle and considerate, he could make love to her all day long, making her feel like she was in heaven. She was intoxicated by this blissful feeling, unable to extricate herself. How could such a brother be a murderous demon? Impossible! She couldn't believe it! Her sorrowful gaze pierced through the green gauze window. The bright moon shone, and the night rain pattered softly on the banana leaves, a sound as if striking her fragile heart.

To describe her with words like "beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky" or "a beauty that could topple kingdoms" would be too superficial; to use all the world's most ornate language to describe her would be an insult.

Chen Shenhao gently stroked her dazzling body, as if afraid to damage it. He had hunted countless women throughout his life, his bedmates as numerous as fish in a river. Never before had he felt such a breathtaking sensation. He was terrified to have such a thought: with this woman, what more could a husband ask for?

Zhang Mengyao, asleep, was as beautiful as a fairy, her beauty beyond compare. Her long eyelashes framed her closed eyes, her face like a peach blossom glistening with dew, her skin as white as snow, her breasts high and firm. Three inches below her navel, the pubic hair on her mons pubis was sparse yet elegant, jet black and glossy.

Chen Shenhao stroked his enormous penis and thrust it into the tender, newly entered vagina again. The narrow, wet, and hot vaginal walls made his swollen penis ache slightly from the pressure.

Zhang Mengyao's plump, tender lips appeared even more alluring with his thrusts, secreting a little honey-like fluid. She couldn't help but feel an unbearable tingling and itching in her lower body, letting out soft moans, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

The man riding on her, indulging in lust, was her family's murderer. She clenched her teeth tightly, feeling a burning pain in her lower body, as if it were about to split open. She convulsed, writhing in agony under his violent thrusts. When he withdrew his penis, she had already fainted several times.

In Chapter Sixteen of "The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens,

" when Li Yuanzhi saw Huo Qingtong, dressed in a yellow robe, standing gracefully at the door, she happily hugged her tightly, saying, "You must stay here for a while this time, sister, I'm so lonely."

"You're lonely? Isn't that insulting your fourteenth brother? With such a beautiful wife at home, aren't you afraid you'll run away? It's been so long, sister, you're even more beautiful now." Huo Qingtong stroked her hair; after several years, Li Yuanzhi exuded the charm of a mature young woman, exquisitely beautiful.

"Let me introduce you, this is Chen Weifeng, the young hero. Thanks to him this time, otherwise, sister would have been captured by the Eagle Claws long ago." She spoke shyly as she introduced Chen Weifeng, her face slightly flushed.

Li Yuanzhi, being quick-witted, immediately noticed something amiss. The young man was tall and elegant, with a refined demeanor; standing next to Huo Qingtong, they were truly a perfect couple.

Chen Weifeng stepped forward and bowed,

saying, "I am Chen Weifeng. I have long heard that Yu Yutong, the Fourteenth Master of the Red Flower Society, is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and that he and his wife are fellow disciples. They are a loving couple, a perfect match, truly living up to their reputation." "Oh, Brother Chen, you are so kind. Please come inside and have a seat. I'll call my senior brother back right away." As soon as he finished speaking, several people entered through the door, the first of whom was Yu Yutong. Several others were also members of the society, carrying a stretcher on which lay a pale-faced person, Xin Yan, who had just been rescued.

Li Yuanzhi hurriedly stepped forward to check on him and saw that Xin Yan was barely breathing, his eyes were lifeless, and his body was covered in blood. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken. "Who did this to Brother Xinyan? It's too cruel. Senior Brother, where are Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother?"

"They covered the retreat. This time, it was thanks to them that we captured Fifth Brother and exchanged him for Fifteenth Brother. But there are still a few brothers we must save, especially since Zhong Chuxiong is also your senior brother."

"Senior Brother, this Young Hero Chen is a friend of our Red Flower Society, and of course, a friend of Sister Huo. Why don't you sit here with them for a while? I'll settle Brother Xinyan in." After saying this, he winked at Huo Qingtong, smiled mischievously, and turned to lead the group into the inner room.

Yu Yutong and Chen Weifeng exchanged greetings and sat down as host and guest. Yu Yutong said, "I received a message from the headquarters that last time, thanks to Young Hero Chen's help, my Fourth Brother Wen and Miss Huo were spared from being harmed by the Eagle Claws. I thank you for your help." After saying this, he was about to bow.

Chen Weifeng quickly stepped forward and pressed him down, saying, "Fourteenth Master Yu, you're being too polite. This shows you don't consider me a brother. I was just there by chance, and I overestimated myself. I'm ashamed."

"Then I'll have to repay Young Hero Chen's great kindness later. Today, let's drink a few cups to vent our anger."

"Alright, I'll certainly keep Fourteenth Master company."

He immediately ordered someone to set out wine and chopsticks and summoned the Chang brothers to join them. After a long time, the water clock was almost dead, but the Chang brothers hadn't arrived. Yu Yutong was a little worried, his brows furrowing slightly.

Chen Weifeng said, "I've long heard that the Chang brothers' 'Black Sand Palm' is unparalleled in the world, with few rivals. Zhang Zhaozhong suffered quite a bit at their hands back then, so they should be fine." He observed Yu Yutong's expression and knew what he was thinking. Suddenly,

a long howl was heard from the doorway. The howl was deep and resonant, clearly from an internal martial arts master. Yu Yutong was overjoyed, for the howl was from his martial uncle, Lu Feiqing.

He opened the door and was stunned. Several people stood outside, their expressions serious and their faces grave. Lu Feiqing, the Chang brothers, and Shi Shuangying, who were at the forefront, parted to the sides, and two corpses were carried in.

Upon seeing them, Yu Yutong couldn't help but burst into tears, stroking the bodies and crying out, "Eighth Brother, Thirteenth Brother, what happened to you? Why did you leave before your brothers? Didn't we promise to live and die together?" His body trembled with grief and indignation. "Who killed them? I, Yu Yutong, swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"

Lu Feiqing patted his shoulder and said, "It was the long-lost Hengshan Yinsha Palm. I thought Brother Jiang Thirteen would be better, but unexpectedly, he managed to finish telling the story before... It seems the opponent is very aggressive. We still need to prepare." An ominous feeling surged towards him from all directions.

He didn't notice the strange look that flashed across Chen Weifeng's face as he stood by the table.

Late at night, there was no wind. The stars and moon were sparse in the sky.

The Qinling Duo stood bowing before a young man, who waved his hands, clearly extremely agitated and furious. "You two idiots! Who gave you permission to kill people so casually? How dare you! Now you've made an enemy of the Red Flower Society! How am I supposed to face my friends after this?"

"Young Master," the Qinling Duo replied, "we haven't been out of the martial world for a long time. Seeing their skill, we challenged them openly to test our abilities. We didn't expect them to be so weak, and we didn't think much of it at the time. Please punish us, Young Master." Knowing they were in the wrong, the Qinling Duo looked at each other, pale with fear. They had never seen their master so angry.

"Heh heh, you think your kung fu is so great? The Red Flower Society has countless masters; you haven't even seen the truly formidable ones yet. Rather than die at their hands later, I'd rather cripple you now and save myself the embarrassment."

Chen Weifeng's killing intent was already blazing.

The Qinling Duo were terrified and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing three times. "Young master, whether you want to kill me or torture me, this servant will never dare to say a word. I only beg you, young master, to consider the loyalty we have shown each other over the years and allow this servant to atone for my sins through meritorious service."

Chen Weifeng looked up at the sky, sighed deeply, and said, "It's not that I'm heartless. Our original intention in leaving the mountain was to make a name for ourselves in the martial world. It's best to make more friends and fewer enemies. With your unruly and violent behavior, I can't act on my own. I received a message that my godfather's family was massacred in Shanxi. You two go to Dajue Temple and meet Tan Hong. Follow her orders. Once you find the murderer, there's no need to report; execute him on the spot."

"Yes, we'll go immediately. What else do you need, young master?" The Qinling Duo, having escaped death, hurriedly kowtowed several times on the ground.

Chen Weifeng looked at them coldly, "If you make another mistake this time, don't bother coming back."

"Yes, yes, we'll go through fire and water, even if it means death. What kind of villain dares to offend my Chen family? Isn't this courting death?" The Qinling Duo obsequiously patted the dust off his trouser legs.

At that moment, dawn was breaking, and all was quiet. A murderous aura flashed across Chen Weifeng's handsome face, disappearing in an instant.

When Wei Chunhua woke up, the sun was shining brightly. He rubbed his tired eyes. Zhou Qi's delicate figure stood by the bed, her beautiful eyes gazing at him intently. "Brother, you're tired. Drink this ginseng soup first, then go and rest." She used a small spoon to scoop some soup for him, fine beads of sweat glistening on her rosy face.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of you." Wei Chunhua gently lifted her increasingly pointed chin. "You've lost weight, my dear sister."

Two clear tears streamed down Zhou Qi's face. The humiliation and grievances she had suffered these past few days vanished under his gentle words.

Wei Chunhua took the ginseng soup from her and drank it all in one gulp. Zhou Qi leaned softly against his broad shoulder, her heart filled with boundless warmth. Lately, he had been feeling uneasy, often plagued by nightmares, but the bloody scenes in his dreams were fragmented and incomplete upon waking, impossible to recall. Only the days spent tenderly with Zhou Qi felt real and wonderful. Yet, the torment of his conscience and the harsh realities of life constantly clashed, tormenting this seven-foot-tall man until he was emaciated, only his fierce eyes remaining menacing in the chilly night.

Just then, a sudden chill ran down his spine; a dense murderous aura was slowly approaching, making even breathing difficult. "Spare my sister, she's innocent." He knew his end was near, and his tone wavered slightly. He didn't care much for his own death—he was just a walking corpse anyway—but he feared his sister would suffer further torment.

"Last night, when you slaughtered the entire Dong family's rice business, why didn't you spare Dong's sister? Is your sister more valuable, while other people's lives are worthless?" The speaker's voice was alluring; she was a woman. She walked slowly towards him, her figure full, clearly nearing middle age.

Wei Chunhua opened his somewhat bewildered eyes, lost in thought. Zhou Qi, standing protectively in front of him, trembled as she said, "It wasn't Ninth Brother who killed them. My Ninth Brother is a true man, and the Red Flower Society never kills women or children." She already knew her time was up, and this day had finally come.

"These past few days, I've been tracking you day and night, searching for you, the murderer who wiped out your entire family. It wouldn't have mattered who you killed, but you killed the wrong person. Do you know who Jiang Dawei of Jincheng is?" She continued without waiting for a reply, "He was our young master's godfather, and he died a tragic death for no reason. You must know he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief! We, his servants, failed to protect him; we deserve to die a thousand deaths." A look of extreme anger appeared on her face. After dealing with this matter, she knew she would face severe punishment from her family upon returning home. The thought of the excruciating pain of the 'Nine-Turn Bone-Piercing Needles' causing her face to twitch involuntarily.

Wei Chunhua gently supported Zhou Qi's slender waist and slowly said, "Since you have committed evil deeds, you will reap evil consequences. I will bear all the sins alone. If you spare my sister Zhou, the Red Flower Society will be eternally grateful." If it weren't for Zhou Qi, he wouldn't have mentioned the Red Flower Society's name.

The middle-aged woman said indifferently, "The Red Flower Society has quite a reputation, but in my eyes, it's worthless. Blood debts must be repaid in blood. Today, you two will both pay with your lives."

Wei Chunhua stared at the woman with his tiger-like eyes for a long time, then slowly took out the tiger-headed double hooks from under his pillow. Under the dazzling sunlight, they were as cold as autumn water. He shouted, "As long as you spare my sister, Wei Chunhua will surrender and await death without resistance."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhou Qi smile slightly and say, "No, Ninth Brother. Don't you understand my thoughts? Let's risk our lives. Even if we die, what regrets will we have?" Wei Chunhua suddenly understood. Yes, rather than living such a painful life, it would be better to seek relief through death and be free from the torment of his conscience day and night.

The two leaped high into the air, their hook blades flashing with unparalleled ferocity. Tan Hong retreated slightly, only to be met with a barrage of cold, chilling palm strikes from the two white-haired elders behind her. The room instantly filled with an eerie chill – these were the Qinling Twins.

The battle was short-lived; Zhou Qi screamed as her left arm was snapped in two. Her face was deathly pale, for she too had been struck in the abdomen by a Yin Sha Palm.

Wei Chunhua, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, roared and rushed ahead of Zhou Qi. His single hook swung powerfully, and he supported her swaying body with one hand, shouting, "Wei Chunhua will end it all. You all retreat. My sister and I have a few words to say."

The Qinling Twins turned to look at Tan Hong, who slowly nodded and left the room.

The sun shone brightly, but Zhou Qi shivered with cold. Her voice trembled as she said, "Brother, I'm so happy! Finally, we can die together. In the next life, I'll still be with you. I'll be your wife, cook for you, and bear you sons. What do you say?"

Wei Chunhua's eyes were filled with tears. Zhou Qi's body temperature was slowly dropping in his arms, and his heart was sinking. "Good sister, in the next life, I'll still be your brother, still be with you. We'll still go to the Western Hills to admire the moon, and go fishing by the Peach Blossom Pool."

His voice grew hoarse. The two sat embracing under the green gauze window. A dark cloud obscured the sunlight, dimming the room. Outside, the cuckoos cried mournfully, their songs filled with sorrow

. In Beijing, the brightly lit reception hall of Prince Kang's mansion was bustling with activity. "Your Highness, I've long heard of Young Master An Tai's dashing and romantic nature; it truly lives up to the reputation. It's a pleasure to meet you!" A young man in white held An Tai's hand tightly, his expression affectionate. Standing next to An Tai, they were truly equals.

Prince Kang laughed heartily, "Young Master Tang, you and my son should communicate more. If you encounter any inconveniences while traveling the world, just ask him."

"That's right, that's right. I'll be relying on Your Highness for many things in the future, but I'm afraid Your Highness might find it troublesome." Tang Chao smiled slightly, his gaze falling on An Tai's calm and clear eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

An Tai laughed, "I've long heard that Young Hero Tang is a peerless genius of the Tang Clan, unparalleled in three hundred years. His skills surpass those

of his fellow disciples, and he will surely dominate the martial world one day. His future is limitless." "I dare not, I dare not. Your Highness flatters me." Tang Chao stood up solemnly. "Your Highness, these are also my brothers. These two are Master Wuneng and Brother Xiao Wu from the Emei Sect. And this one you probably don't recognize, but his father is renowned throughout the land. He is Zhao Banshan's only son, Zhao Yi, the young hero."

An Tai warmly took Zhao Yi's hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've long heard my father say that there are our family members in the Red Flower Society, but I never expected it to be you. Brother Zhao, you have abandoned the darkness for the light; your future is bright." "I

hope Your Highness will continue to guide me in the future."

"That's only right. Brother Zhao, don't be so polite in the future, we're all family." An Tai suddenly stopped speaking, listened intently for a while, as if he had heard something, he smiled faintly and said, "Which master has graced us with their presence? Why not come in and have a drink with us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Chao and the others burst out of the door, only to find the courtyard deserted, the cold moon shining brightly, and a dark shadow flying away swiftly like a startled bird, disappearing without a trace in an instant behind the upturned eaves.

An Tai waved his hand to stop Tang Chao and the others, saying, "No need to chase, it was that old man Lu Feiqing. The Wudang 'Ladder Cloud Leap' movement technique, only he in the world can master it so perfectly." He turned to Zhao Yi and said, "Your whereabouts have been exposed, the Red Flower Society will now be your enemy, you must be more careful in your future actions."

Zhao Yi bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, I will be careful."

Overnight, Zhou Zhongying looked even older.

He stroked his beloved daughter's cold, slightly decaying body, his deeply lined face etched with sorrow and rage. He had just examined her; Zhou Qi had clearly died from internal injuries, a chilling force rarely seen in the world today. "If I don't avenge this, I, Zhou Zhongying, will have lived in vain."

His sorrowful gaze fell upon the corpse of Wei Chunhua beside him, his handsome face as calm and composed as ever.

Wei Chunhua had severed his own meridians; given his fierce and ruthless nature, he would never have committed suicide unless to protect Zhou Qi.

Judging from their tight embrace before death, Zhou Zhongying knew there must be a reason, but no one in the world could know the reason now.

Xu Tianhong had fainted several times and was now somewhat delirious. His two dearest loved ones in the world had left him. One was his beloved wife, the other his brother; the loss of either one was enough to break his heart.

On the pine-covered hill, two new graves lay. The cold moon hung high, and the autumn wind whistled. In the darkness, Zhou Zhongying's white hair appeared even more forlorn in the cool breeze. He looked up at the moon, but the waning moon remained silent. His eyes were dry, for he had cried all his tears.

He roared to the heavens, a roar filled with boundless grief and desolation, like a lost dragon searching for refuge in the vast sky. The roar echoed across the heavens, and the surrounding landscape paled in comparison. Zhou Zhongying knew his enemies were still nearby; he roared in challenge.

In a house not far from here, Tan Hong, dressed in red, raised her weathered face, listened intently, and murmured, "They're here, they're here. Let's go."

She stopped the Qinling Duo, who were eager to fight, saying, "The young master will be heading south to Shandong soon, let's not cause any more trouble. Let's ignore Old Man Zhou for now. I'm telling you, if you don't change your aggressive temper, you'll suffer for it later."

The Qinling Duo chuckled, "Yes, yes, as long as Sister Tan doesn't make a move, who are we afraid of?" They were clearly very afraid of Tan Hong.

For some reason, she couldn't sleep tonight, perhaps because he had been with her these past few days. Huo Qingtong looked at the bright crescent moon outside the window. It was under this same moonlight that she had lost her virginity to him that day, and the thought of his fiery passion made her heart race.

She gently covered her slightly flushed face, a strange fragrance wafted in, her eyes felt a little dry, and she felt sleepy. She slumped onto the table and fell asleep.

Just then, a slender figure leaped in through the back window. Though masked, his lustful eyes darted around. The beauty before him possessed flawless skin and an ethereal grace, truly a peerless beauty. He chuckled, "Even the most favored seventh concubine of Prince Kang isn't worthy to put shoes on you, my little beauty."

His hands moved swiftly, stripping Huo Qingtong of all her clothes in the blink of an eye. Beneath her undergarments, her breasts, like jade rabbits, bounced wildly, rising high and shapely. Her smooth, hairless vulva was the most exquisite of the seven great treasures he had ever seen in his thirty years of womanizing—the flounder.

He couldn't resist burying his head in that alluring spring, deeply sucking on those two unique, glistening labia, his tip lightly touching her purplish-red clitoris. In the quiet night, he could almost hear his own excited heartbeat. His hands trembled as he prepared to remove his night clothes.

Just then, a gust of wind swept in, and he dodged with a somersault, kicking a bench to block the incoming shuttle. But the successive flashes of cold light overwhelmed him, and with a shout, he leaped backward, flying out of the window.

This masked man had always prided himself on his lightness skill; the Emei school's lightness skill was the best among the six major sects, even surpassing Wudang. However, after running for several miles, he found that he could not shake off the pursuer behind him. He simply stopped, and his gaze fell upon a young man as his pursuer.

“Xiao Wu, you don’t need to hide your face in front of me anymore. Only you in this world can master the ‘Eight Steps to Catch the Toad’ lightness skill so exquisitely.”

Xiao Wu pulled off his mask, looking at the serious-faced young man with suspicion. “Who are you? How do you know me?”

“Who I am is not important, but to you, I am the King of Hell who takes your life.” The young man’s figure blurred, and his left palm was already in front of him. The wind from the palm was strong, accompanied by the faint sound of wind and rain.

“The wind and rain from all directions converge in the center,” Xiao Wu whispered, concentrating on the attack. The young man in front of him had extremely powerful martial arts, the most terrifying opponent he had ever faced since he started his career. After

exchanging blows, Xiao Wu knew that although his opponent was young, his skill was profound. In the exchange of blows, his decades of internal energy accumulation was actually at a disadvantage. He felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, and he could sink at any moment. The more he fought, the more chilled he became, and his hands gradually became chaotic.

After more than two hundred rounds of fighting, Xiao Wu let out a sharp cry, tumbled headfirst, and leaned against a large tree by the roadside, panting heavily. He said, "May I ask your name? Even if I die, I want to die knowing why." Black blood seeped from his seven orifices, clearly from the severe internal force of the palm strike.

The young man's clear voice rang in her ears, "Chen Weifeng of Junshan. Huo Qingtong is my woman, do you know that? Anyone who touches her in this world will die. Go."

With that, Chen Weifeng let out a long howl, and his figure blurred, instantly disappearing into the deep night.

When Huo Qingtong awoke, a woman in red sat beside her bed, her face beautiful, gazing at her with loving eyes.

She tried to sit up, but felt a headache and dizziness, and couldn't help but groan softly.

“Miss Huo, please lie down and rest. You're under the influence of a sleeping potion, that's why you feel this way.” The woman in red helped her up. “My name is Tang Xiao. I failed in my duty to protect you last night, I deserve to die. I hope Miss Huo will put in a good word for me with the young master.”

“You are…? Who is the young master?” Huo Qingtong was confused. Tang Xiao smiled slightly, “My master is Young Master Chen Weifeng. I was ordered by the young master to secretly protect you, but I never expected that the thief would still take advantage of the situation. This servant is truly useless.”

Huo Qingtong said “Oh,” “Where is Weifeng? Where did he go?”

“He chased after that thief. I've never seen him so angry before. He usually sends his servants to do these things. If he hadn't caught up with that person, I would have been in big trouble.” A trace of worry and fear flashed across her originally cheerful face.

Ten years ago, during an internal strife within the Tang Clan, she escaped Qingshui Kui with her mother's life-risking protection. On the Sichuan-Guizhou Road, she fought fiercely against the four guardians of the clan, and exhausted, she thought she would not survive. Chen Weifeng, then a child, happened to pass by. Although he forced the four guardians back with a short dagger, he was poisoned by the Tang Clan's "Hundred Twists of Sorrow" poison. Grateful, she swore lifelong loyalty. Over the past ten years, she had watched her young master grow up, secretly pleased, but his sometimes understanding and sometimes eccentric and violent personality often made his servants tremble with fear.

This time, his woman had been violated. If the scoundrel died, it would be fine; but if he survived, given his young master's tendency to take his anger out on others, she was in for a rough time. So when Chen Weifeng, dressed in plain white with a smile on his face, stood in front of the house, she happily greeted him, saying, "Congratulations, young master, on slaying the traitor! Miss Huo has just woken up." "

Hmm, you may leave now," Chen Weifeng waved his hand, then turned and supported Huo Qingtong's slender waist, saying, "Sister, how are you feeling? You'll be completely better after you take this pill."

He took out a large red pill, put it in his mouth, and then leaned towards her cherry lips. Huo Qingtong blushed and yielded gently.

Her silky body always captivated him, and her bright eyes, like autumn water, were like a lone star in the dark night, clear and lofty.

He couldn't help but close his eyes; the turbid currents of the world had already eroded his once pure heart, and he felt somewhat ashamed facing the snow lotus-like fragrant girl in his arms.

It was the beautiful and pristine Xinjiang that nurtured this rare beauty from beyond the Great Wall, like a sacred flame burning fiercely within his body, his thoughts, and his entire being. A single tear glistened faintly in her tender, watery eyes, clear and pure, like a glistening dewdrop on a blooming lantana outside the window. That dew deeply moved him, moved by its beauty, so ethereal and otherworldly, untouched by earthly concerns. (

Chapter Seventeen of *The Wind Howls Through the Nine Heavens*)

An Tai's restless hand slipped inside her undergarment from behind, slowly caressing her. One hand slid along her soft curves to her most mysterious, dark area. The other hand reached up, kneading her already red and hardened nipples.

"Little bee, look at you, your nipples are hard, and you're wet down there. Don't you want my mighty rod?" Under his caresses, Li Yuanzhi's desire was gradually aroused. Her breathing became rapid, and her face flushed.

Her lower body gushed out honeyed fluids under his back-and-forth friction. Boundless desire quickly surged like a tidal wave. In the ecstasy, she gradually lost herself. "No, no... here, Yu Tong is still here, you... you can't do this... ah, um..." Her flushed face was filled with shame and anger. Yu Yu Tong, intoxicated, lay asleep on the table.

An Tai's lips roamed over the back of her neck, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit her earlobe. Her whole body trembled involuntarily. "Ah, ah!" Her moans were filled with the coquettishness of a young woman in heat. At this moment, An Tai's rock-hard penis was already erect, pressing tightly against her slightly parted crotch.

Li Yuanzhi felt the man's magnificence and grandeur, her vulva tingling with pleasure, and another wave of vaginal fluid flowed out.

As An Tai straightened her body, he casually removed her cheongsam, revealing a pair of proud breasts that trembled with her rapid breathing, their two cherry-red nipples dazzlingly bright.

An Tai's eyes widened, and he slipped his hands under her armpits, around her slender waist, and lifted her up, placing her on the long bench.

Li Yuanzhi wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him bury his head in her deep cleavage, kissing her proud breasts with abandon. She felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure throughout her body, like a raging torrent, uncontrollable, yet her whole body was burning with an unbearable heat, as if her entire being was consumed by fire.

She gasped, "You bad boy, hurry up, hurry... ah..." Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and soft, incoherent moans escaped her lips.

"Ah, don't use your hands, you bad boy... don't..." As An Tai's third finger slipped into her warm, tender flesh, she writhed in agony. Her once narrow vulva was stretched open by three fingers, and with each dig, her groin burned like fire. "Please, ah... God, it's coming out!"

Her pearly clitoris, hidden deep within her vulva, was scraped by his long fingernails until it was about to burst forth.

She felt as if she had been electrocuted, convulsing in waves, her lips parted slightly but no sound came out, and her nectar gushed out.

An Tai's glaring, wide-open penis savagely entered her already wet vulva, an extremely powerful squeezing sensation coming from below. Li Yuanzhi's tender vagina was so tight and moist, layers of soft flesh forming folds that enveloped his thick penis, like countless barbed tongues licking it, sending a shiver of intense itching through him.

His penis erupted with passion again, and Li Yuanzhi felt as if her vagina was about to burst. Waves of pleasure from the relentless thrusting of his penis spread from her groin throughout her body, making her dizzy. Her eyes glazed over, and her lips drooled with excitement.

The heavy impact between their bodies produced crisp 'slapping' sounds, showing the intensity of their collision.

An Tai gradually increased the pace of his thrusts. After hundreds of thrusts, he noticed her vagina spasming, her juices flowing freely, and her tender flower blooming, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, enveloping his advancing penis, giving him an extraordinary feeling of pleasure.

He suddenly cried out, ejaculating his life essence, merging it with her vaginal fluids in a harmonious union.

"Lord Gui, I have been waiting here for a long time."

Tang Yi, dressed in red, stood by the lotus pond with a smile full of spring in her eyes. As the saying goes, "A single glance from her could launch a thousand ships," and even the green trees and red flowers by the pond seemed to bow their proud heads in shame.

"Sister Yi, you have suffered these past few days." Gui E placed his hands on Tang Yi's slender waist, his loving gaze fixed on her charming smile.

"You know I would do anything for you. I only hope you remember your words from before, and don't forget the sacrifices and efforts I have made over the years."

Tang Yi raised her delicate face, her cherry lips slightly parted. At this moment, she was as gentle as water, a far cry from the "Jade-Faced Guanyin" who once dominated the martial world. She debuted at sixteen, her skillful hands making her a force to be reckoned with, but at the age of twenty-three, she suddenly retired to Tianzhu Peak in Anhui, astonishing everyone in the martial world. Little did they know that she had been hidden away by Gui E for a purpose.

"You've turned Zhao Yi to the enemy this time, a heavy blow to the Red Flower Society, a truly meritorious achievement. What reward do you want?"

He carefully rubbed her body beneath him, feeling her burning heat, knowing she was aroused.

He forcefully lifted her fiery body and carried her into the inner room. She was naturally alluring; a fierce battle wouldn't be enough to win her over.

Around the corner, a handsome young man emerged, dressed in snow-white robes, his expression forlorn, coldly watching them disappear at the end of the corridor.

"Vast sorrow, boundless calamity. The short song ends, the bright moon wanes. A beautiful city, within which lies azure blood. Azure too will eventually fade, blood too will eventually perish, but a wisp of fragrance will never cease. Is it so? Is it not so? Transformed into a butterfly."

His voice was sobbing, as if filled with endless sorrow and grief.

"Back then, we witnessed Master Wuchen and young Brother Hu Fei's sword duel here, and the brothers were reunited. Now, a new grave has been added before our tombs, which is truly heartbreaking." The speaker was Chen Jialuo, the leader of the Red Flower Society. He led Master Wuchen, Wen Tailai, Luo Bing, Zhang Jin, and other heroes of the Red Flower Society to mourn Princess Xiangxiang and Yang Chengxie and Jiang Sigen, who had passed away a few days ago. The expressions of the crowd were grief-stricken, and some even gripped their weapons tightly.

Master Wuchen said indignantly, "Is Heaven not on our side, and are the foreign races destined to prosper?" He saw the Manchu Qing Dynasty growing stronger while the patriots of China were becoming increasingly weak, and the great cause of restoration was becoming increasingly difficult. He sighed deeply, stroking his beard.

"Master, why worry? As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. We will do our best, even if it means sacrificing our lives for righteousness. That would be enough to make our lives worthwhile." Wen Tailai was as heroic as ever.

"How wonderful! Fourth Brother, what a spirit!" Daoist Wuchen couldn't help but give a thumbs up, his blood boiling.

The crowd stood silently for a long time, their gazes fixed on the swaying reeds, a vast expanse of desolation

stretching out before them. A long howl echoed from afar, a mournful yet powerful sound, tinged with age. It was the voice of the 'Iron-Blooded' Zhou Zhongying, the old hero. The crowd was overjoyed and rushed forward.

What they saw shocked Chen Jialuo and the others. Zhou Zhongying, Xu Tianhong, Meng Jianxiong, and the others were all dressed in white, their faces filled with sorrow.

"Chief Chen, Zhou Zhongying has failed you. Chunhua, he, he, he and Qi'er… all have been murdered…" Zhou Zhongying sobbed uncontrollably, while Xu Tianhong and the others knelt on the ground, weeping. Chen Jialuo and

the others were horrified. Luo Bing cried out in grief, tears streaming down her face.

The heroes, their expressions filled with grief and indignation, suddenly drew their swords in unison, letting out a howl like a raging storm, causing the wind and clouds around Taoran Pavilion to change color.

Amidst the reeds, flocks of gulls flew in disarray, their cries filled with sorrow. As far as the eye could see, the vast land stretched out before them, the land of China crumbling, invaded by barbarians, and heroes wept.

Meanwhile, at the Yue Lai Inn

, the charming Tang Xiao took a bottle of medicine from her bag and carefully applied it to a piece of letter paper. The previously scribbled paper revealed a passage of text. She presented it to Chen Weifeng, who was serving tea. "Young Master," she said, "a letter from Master . Would you like me to read it to you?"

Chen Weifeng gave a soft "Mm," and bowed respectfully.

"A Letter to Feng'er: I have long heard that the Qinling Twins have ruined my grand plan. You must make your own decision and act decisively without hesitation. Those who achieve great things throughout history have been courageous and resolute, and must never be swayed by womanly sentimentality. You have always upheld my will, which puts my mind at ease. The Red Flower Society's principles align with the legacy of my ancestors, so it is not advisable to oppose them. We should decide based on the situation, and if necessary, we should make peace. When the day comes that we drive out the Tartars, restore China, and save our people from their suffering, then father and son can join hands and roam the martial world together—wouldn't that be wonderful! Hao'er has worked hard for many years, robbing the rich to supplement my funds, and recently he received a large sum of money from the Fuzhou Changfeng Escort Agency. However, his act of raping women is something I strongly disapprove of. I hope that on the Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng'er, you will fulfill your master's last wish, display your prowess atop Mount Tai, and slay your enemies at the foot of Sunrise Peak. I will quietly stand on Junshan Mountain, listening to the rain and smiling as I await good news."

After Tang Xiao finished reading, her beautiful eyes gazed at the sleeping Huo Qingtong, as alluring and captivating as a sea gown in spring slumber.

“Young Master, although our Chen family has great ambitions, the barbarian forces are powerful, and the Han people are utterly servile. Over time, we have become accustomed to their rule. I fear that when we raise our voices, few will follow us.”

Chen Weifeng gently brushed a strand of hair from her temple and said, “Yes, but a true man does what others cannot, and only by facing difficulties can he show his heroic nature. Sister Tang, will you regret following me?”

Tang Xiao’s body went limp and she fell into his arms. The night was fading, and her brows and eyes were full of spring, her watery eyes seeming to drip with tears.

“Ten years ago, at the foot of Dayu Ridge, when you were poisoned by ‘A Hundred Turns of Sorrow,’ I fed you the antidote with my mouth. That was when I became yours, Feng Lang.”

The man holding her now had given her his first time. When his virgin body entered her narrow, warm vagina, she was also making her first cry.

She still vividly remembers that rainy dusk, the kapok flowers in bloom, and the clumsy attempt by the young Chen Weifeng to kiss her.

Her soft, gentle body, snow-white skin, high, firm breasts, and the lush, grassy vulva left this awkward man flustered and at a loss.

So when he buried his face in her deep cleavage, the intense scent of her virginity mingled with the fragrance of her breasts, powerfully stimulated his sexual senses.

His warm lips traced her exquisite curves downwards, lingering on her flat, white abdomen for a long time. Under his intermittent caresses, she was already wet with vaginal fluid, her body glistening with fragrant sweat. A wonderful sensation spread from her groin throughout her body, and her soft moans undoubtedly further aroused Chen Weifeng, who was now prostrate on top of her.

Trembling, he pulled out his virgin, already erect penis and explored the peach blossom cave. As he let out a muffled, somewhat painful groan, the mountains and valleys seemed to block his way, but his powerful member within the cave forged ahead, triumphantly conquering all obstacles.

Finally, both were lost in the wave of fallen petals. The Creator was so wondrous and great, allowing men and women to find the true meaning of life in love.

At this moment, under the dim candlelight, Chen Weifeng, overcome with lust, slowly removed her embroidered bodice. Her breasts sprang up, standing proudly in the wind, their bright red nipples like blooming cherries. He brought his lips to them, sucking deeply, a faint fragrance of milk filling the air. Tang Xiao

trembled. This man, the only one in her world, was caressing her. For over three months, he had not touched her nearly dried-up lake.

Spring tides surged again, and she spread her long, jade-like legs, her moist vulva gushing forth honeyed fluids. Her legs were straight, allowing his now enormous penis to plunge in. She moaned softly, welcoming him gently, like a bamboo stalk trembling in the wind.

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his waist moving ceaselessly, watching the dragon beneath him thrust in and out of her vulva, the soft flesh of her vaginal walls being pulled in and out, her labia parting like two petals of a newly blossoming flower.

This was the fusion of spirit and flesh, the perfect sublimation of love and desire.

Her trembling waist swayed, yielding to pleasure, and in the corner of her drunken eyes, Huo Qingtong was still in a deep sleep, a beautiful smile on her lips.

Once again, her body erupted like a torrent, surging with all her passion and energy. She ejaculated, drenching the massive head that was violently pounding into her. Her man shuddered, roared, and a torrent of hot, thick semen poured out, completing his final thrust.

After seeing An Tai off, exhausted, she sat down in a chair and looked at Yu Yutong, who was still fast asleep. She sighed deeply. The table was a mess, but she was still dripping with her own fluids, so she decided to take a shower first. Just

as Li Yuanzhi was about to turn and leave, someone suddenly stood in front of the door, startling her. When she saw that it was Xin Yan, who was pale-faced, she patted him lightly on the chest a few times and scolded, "You silly Xin Yan, you scared your sister-in-law half to death without making a sound."

Xin Yan's eyes were like knives as he looked at her coldly and said, "Are you still my sister-in-law? How can you do this to my fourteenth brother?"

Li Yuanzhi immediately turned pale, stunned, her face turning pale and then red, her heart seemingly stopping.

Oh no, how could she forget about Xin Yan, who was recuperating in the back? This is it.

Her face was deathly pale, her expression extremely sorrowful, "Brother Xin Yan, kill me, I have no regrets."

"What's so good about those Manchu barbarians? They made you so easily abandon my fourteenth brother's deep affection. My poor fourteenth brother, what will become of your brother?" Xin Yan's expression was full of grief and indignation, extremely bitter.

Li Yuanzhi leaped backward, suddenly appearing before him, already offering a long sword. "Brother Xinyan, come and clean house. It won't be in vain if your sister-in-law dies by your hand."

Xinyan raised his trembling hands; his hands, destroyed by his collarbone, could only perform simple movements. The woman before him was beautiful, yet tinged with despair. "You could kill me to silence me. Xinyan is crippled, powerless to fight back."

But Li Yuanzhi smiled bitterly. "Your fourteenth brother has never loved me! Even in his dreams, he thinks of another woman, murmuring her name. Even in our lovemaking, he treats me as her; I am merely her substitute. These past few years, your sister-in-law has suffered a fate worse than death. Brother Xinyan, when you grow up, you will understand your sister-in-law's pain. Living in this world, I am nothing but a walking corpse. It would be better to escape this sea of suffering and end the rest of my life." Her pained expression made her appear even more tragically beautiful in the quiet night.

Xin Yan's heart softened as he watched. Li Yuanzhi, bathed in candlelight, looked utterly pitiful, her waist trembling like a willow leaf,

her cherry lips slightly pursed, her gaze filled with sorrow. His heart stirred, and he took a step forward. Her slender, snow-white neck, loosely combed, revealed the edge of her bodice.

Li Yuanzhi closed her eyes, her delicate body collapsing limply. Xin Yan rushed to support her, the sight of her hot, full body making his lips dry and his heart flutter.

Although her eyes were closed, tears welled beneath her long, dark eyelashes, her breath sweet as orchids, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her upturned lips.

The burning body in his hands grew even hotter, as if fueling his burgeoning desire.

He gazed at that fair face for a long, long time, then sighed softly. Just as he was about to stand up, a slender hand suddenly gripped his tightly, a soft, sweet whisper, "Don't leave me, don't leave me, I'm so lonely, so lonely... do you know?"

His heart trembled, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

"I'm so cold, so cold." Those soft moans were like heavenly music, the song of a nightingale. He could no longer bear it, cried out, and pounced on her.

A muffled clap of thunder sounded in the sky, the wind swirling fallen leaves, sending them drifting and swirling through the dark Chaoyang Alley, past the tall trees, and flying into the distance.

Incense curled, heavy curtains hung to the ground, and candle wax dripped continuously as the flames danced.

The autumn night air was as sweet and cloying as newly brewed honey, and a cool breeze seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, making his silk robes flutter with a slight chill.

"You, you," Li Yuanzhi whispered breathlessly, "you little pervert, get up now."

“No,” Xin Yan’s hand lingered on her exquisite curves, “I want to do it again, this time I’ll be even more ruthless, so you’ll never forget me.”

“Oh, be gentle… I can’t live without you anymore, my little fool.” Her starry eyes sparkled, her body wet with desire, a mess of lustful fluids.

Xin Yan’s penis, still inside her, gradually hardened. She could strongly feel the fullness and satisfaction. Her long, slender, white legs wrapped around his waist, welcoming him gently.

The candle dripped, the red wax nearly gone, and Xin Yan released his last bit of essence, finally exhausted, his vigor gone.

The woman beneath him, after their lovemaking, appeared exceptionally charming and alluring. The

difference between a virtuous woman and a wanton woman is but a thought.

Li Yuanzhi was originally intelligent and dignified, and since marrying, she had been even more virtuous and pure.

However, her sincere devotion went unrequited. Each night, alone in her bed, her heart was filled with infatuation.

Her opponent, An Tai, possessed martial arts skills that combined righteous and evil, and had a master from a demonic sect who taught her the 'Bewitching Charm,' a secret technique from the Thirteen Sects of the Demonic Cult. This technique could confuse the mind and awaken the darkest instincts within. Once those latent instincts erupted, without proper guidance and manipulation, they would spiral out of control.

Li Yuanzhi first lost her senses under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and then, under his captivating Bewitching Charm, she made one mistake after another, becoming hopelessly addicted to lust and gradually transforming into a wanton woman.

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