The Erotic Tale of the Smiling, Proud Wanderer (Part Two)

Unable to find any news of Linghu Chong and his wife at the foot of the mountain, Wu

Tianboguang knew something must have happened to them, so he rode swiftly to Shaolin and Wudang for help.

Ten days later, Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin, Daoist Qingxu of Wudang, Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, Master Bujie, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and Tian Boguang attacked Jianxing Peak of Hengshan Mountain. In front of Wuse Nunnery, Lin Pingzhi's six subordinates were engaged in a fierce battle with the group. Lin Pingzhi remained calm and showed no sign of panic. Seeing that the enemy forces were all gathered there, Lan Fenghuang quietly broke away from the battle and sneaked into the nunnery to rescue Linghu Chong and his wife.

Inside the dungeon, Linghu Chong had been suffering from the aphrodisiac of the Extraordinary Aphrodisiac Powder for more than ten days. He had been having frenzied sexual intercourse with Yilin and others, and his internal energy had been reduced to less than one-tenth. He was on the verge of death.

Lan Fenghuang found Linghu Chong lying naked on the ground, but Yingying was nowhere to be seen. Seeing that all the Hengshan disciples were delirious, and unable to find Yingying, Lan Fenghuang had no choice but to help Linghu Chong leave the dungeon.

After a prolonged battle in front of the Wuse Temple, Lin Pingzhi's six henchmen were showing signs of defeat. At this moment, Lin Pingzhi shouted, "All of you, retreat!"

The six men hurriedly withdrew from the fight. Master Fang Sheng said, "Amitabha! Lay down your weapons and you will become a Buddha. Benefactor Lin, you should release them as soon as possible. This old monk and the others will show you leniency."

Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "You are no match for me. Today, I will show you what truly invincible martial arts are!"

Lin Pingzhi thrust his sword into the ground. Suddenly, everyone felt a strange energy enveloping them. The sword embedded in the ground suddenly sprang up like lightning, stabbing towards them. Master Qingxu of Wudang, with quick eyes and hands, deflected the sword's force with a single, graceful movement. However, the flying sword seemed to possess a life of its own, attacking them again.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in alarm, "Everyone, be careful! This is sword flight!"

Everyone was shocked. A legendary technique used only by sword immortals was now in Lin Pingzhi's hands.

Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "That's right! It's flying on a sword! If you know what's good for you, submit to me and you might escape death."

The monk Bujie, enraged, punched Lin Pingzhi. A flash of cold light appeared, and the flying sword pierced Bujie's chest. Tian Boguang was shocked and hurriedly held Bujie, seeing blood gushing from his chest.

Bujie weakly cried, "Ah...Lin, Father...is useless...unable...to...save you...ah..."

After saying this, Bujie breathed his last. Everyone was filled with grief, especially the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, who wailed as if they had lost their parents.

Lin Pingzhi coldly laughed, "What are you crying about? I'll send you down to see him later."

Fang Sheng knew that Lin Pingzhi's skill was so high that even with everyone's combined strength, they probably couldn't match him. Their only option now was to escape as many as possible.

Fang Sheng said to Qingxu, "Brother Qingxu, let's combine our strength to block Lin Pingzhi's flying sword so the others can escape!"

Qingxu said to the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, "Six brothers, Master Fang Sheng and I will join forces to block the flying sword. You and Benefactor Tian should escape down the mountain."

The Six Immortals of Peach Valley interjected, "Do you think we're afraid of death?"

"You'll see how powerful we are soon enough." "

Tear that brat into six pieces to avenge that bald thief, Bujie."

Qingxu knew that they wouldn't listen to any further persuasion, so he secretly increased his power to prepare to block the flying sword.

Lin Pingzhi sneered, "None of you will escape today."

As his internal energy increased, the flying sword became faster and faster. Fang Sheng knew that if he didn't act now, he would have no chance. He shouted and struck the flying sword with his Vajra Finger. The flying sword's attack was blocked. At this moment, Qingxu seized the opportunity to use the Tai Chi Circle from the Yin-Yang Sword Technique to restrain the flying sword.

Seeing their opportunity, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley attacked Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi sneered, "Do you think this will stop me?"

He unleashed a powerful burst of energy, forcing the Six Immortals back three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Just then, Qingxu knocked their flying swords down with a Tai Chi circle.

Lin Pingzhi sneered, "You've brought this upon yourselves; don't blame me."

He then used telekinesis to retrieve the twin swords from Miyamoto Taro's back.

Lin Pingzhi roared, "Today I'll show you my new move, 'Separation of Flesh and Bone'!"

He doubled his internal energy, causing the twin swords to fly rapidly, creating a fierce whirlwind. The Six Immortals of Peach Valley raised their power to its peak, preparing to unleash their strongest move, "Six Elements Return to One."

The six figures charged towards the blade wind in a straight line, like galloping horses. Their combined palm strikes clashed with the blade wind, creating a deafening roar. In less than half a moment, the Peach Valley Six Immortals' internal energy began to wane.

Lin Pingzhi roared, and the blade wind swept over the Peach Valley Six Immortals. Shreds of flesh and blood rained down from the blade wind, instantly slicing them clean, leaving only their bones on the ground.

Fang Sheng and Qingxu, witnessing Lin Pingzhi's godlike power, were speechless with astonishment. Tian Boguang hurriedly cried out, "Master, let's escape!"

Fang Sheng and Qingxu pushed Tian Boguang towards the bottom of the peak, confident that his lightness skill would allow him to escape. But Lin Pingzhi moved swiftly, appearing before them in the blink of an eye. Fang Sheng and Qingxu were shocked and immediately unleashed their "Great Vajra Palm" and "Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm" upon Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi didn't dodge; the two men's palm strikes vanished like mud oxen sinking into the sea. At that moment, Lin Pingzhi unleashed two palms, striking Fang Sheng and Qingxu respectively. The two flew through the air like kites with broken strings, coughing up blood, their fates unknown.

After rescuing Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang helped him head down the mountain. After walking several dozen miles, she noticed Linghu Chong's breath was weak, so she found a cave to rest. She saw that Linghu Chong's blood was surging and his eyes were bloodshot.

Lan Fenghuang was puzzled; she was knowledgeable about all poisons but didn't know what poison Linghu Chong had been afflicted with or how to cure him. Little did she know that the "Strange Aphrodisiac Powder" had no antidote; only sexual intercourse with a man could relieve the pain. Suddenly, Linghu Chong, with unexpected strength, grabbed Lan Fenghuang and embraced her, startling her.

"Young Master Linghu, calm down! Let me go!"

Linghu Chong roared like a wild beast, completely ignoring Lan Fenghuang's pleas. Lan Fenghuang knew that Linghu Chong had lost his mind and that only by restraining his pressure points would he stop. However, Linghu Chong's arms were like iron rings, holding her tightly, and she couldn't move her hands to subdue him.

Linghu Chong began to lightly lick her face with his tongue. Lan Fenghuang was so anxious that she almost cried. Although she was usually promiscuous, she was still a virgin, and no man had ever touched her body like this before.

Linghu Chong's arms began to loosen, and Lan Fenghuang seized the opportunity to knock Linghu Chong away with a palm strike. She took out a poisoned needle coated with anesthetic from her bosom and shot it at Linghu Chong. However, although Linghu Chong was not in his right mind, he still reacted and caught the poisoned needle, reflecting it back at Lan Fenghuang. Lan Fenghuang couldn't dodge in time, and the needle hit her arm, causing her to fall to the ground. Linghu Chong picked her up and placed her on a smooth boulder. Because Lan Fenghuang was frequently in contact with poisonous creatures, the anesthetic from the poisoned needles, though potent, only paralyzed her body, preventing her from fainting. Seeing that Linghu Chong was about to violate her, she cried out,

"No! Young Master Linghu, I beg you, please don't!"

At this point, Linghu Chong couldn't listen. With a forceful tear, he ripped off Lan Fenghuang's clothes, revealing a pair of round, firm breasts. He caressed them with obvious pleasure, and tears streamed down Lan Fenghuang's face. Ignoring her,

Linghu Chong removed her skirt. A strange light appeared in his eyes; he seemed quite satisfied with the beautiful body before him. His hands roamed over Lan Fenghuang's flesh.

"Ah...no...Young Master Linghu...don't touch there...ah..."

"It hurts...don't lick it...ah...it's so itchy..."

Linghu Chong stripped off all his clothes, revealing his already erect penis. Seeing its ferocity, Lan Fenghuang knew she was about to lose her precious virginity, and tears streamed down her face.

Linghu Chong approached and gently opened the gates of her virginity. Lan Fenghuang felt something hard and hot being inserted into her sensitive area. With a forceful thrust, she felt a tearing pain.

"Ugh...it hurts...ugh...Young Master Linghu...no!"

The Miao woman's figure was naturally more muscular and elastic than the He family women. Linghu Chong felt his penis being enveloped by a warm, supple vaginal opening.

"Oh...so good...your pussy is so tight...it feels so good to grip my big cock."

"Ugh...it hurts...don't be so rough...my pussy...it hurts so much from being fucked." "

Don't worry, little sister, let me help you relieve the pain, you'll be in ecstasy soon."

Linghu Chong pulled out his penis and gently licked Lan Fenghuang's newly deflowered flower bud with his tongue. Linghu Chong's tongue, like a nimble snake, darted into the juicy flower bud, gently licking the flesh that had just been ravaged. Lan Fenghuang felt the tearing pain in her body slowly disappear, replaced by an itchy sensation.

"Good brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, but my pussy is getting itchier and itchier, it's almost itching my heart."

"Ah........it's so itchy........um..Good brother, use your penis........help me stop the itch."

Linghu Chong inserted his penis again, and Lan Fenghuang was now able to enjoy the pleasure of intercourse. Linghu Chong worked even harder to cultivate and develop this virgin territory on Lan Fenghuang's body, and the small cave was filled with lewd sounds.

"Ah.........um.......harder...um..fuck me harder.....ah"

"Hmph........good brother.....I love your big cock so much........ah........ah"

"Okay........um..From now on.....I want big cock brother.....insert my pussy every day."

At this time, Linghu Chong's mind had recovered somewhat, but the lust in his body had not been extinguished, and he could only vent his desire on Lan Fenghuang's body.

"Good girl, your dear brother is fucking you so good, isn't it?"

"My dear brother is fucking me so good... ah... don't stop... harder."

"Ah... ah... brother is fucking me right to the core... ah... I'm going to heaven... ah..."

The two finally couldn't hold back and reached their climax, their penises ejaculating simultaneously, temporarily relieving Linghu Chong's pain. After this intense intercourse, the two finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.

Inside the dungeon of Wuse Nunnery, Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin and Daoist Qingxu of Wudang were seriously injured and fell unconscious after being struck by Lin Pingzhi. They didn't know how much time had passed before they finally woke up and found themselves imprisoned, with less than half of their martial arts skills remaining. They could only wait for Tian Boguang to notify the leaders of the two sects to bring reinforcements.

One day, as the two were quietly healing their injuries, Lin Pingzhi opened the cell door and walked in. Lin Pingzhi smiled and said, "How have you two been these past few days?"

Fang Sheng and Qingxu did not answer. Lin Pingzhi said, "It seems our sect has been somewhat negligent in its hospitality. Today, I'm presenting you with a gift, and I hope you will enjoy it."

Lin Pingzhi clapped his hands twice, and a woman dressed in a thin veil with a seductive expression walked in. Fang Sheng was shocked and exclaimed, "Madam Linghu!"

Qingxu angrily said, "Lin Pingzhi, what trick are you playing?"

Lin Pingzhi laughed and said, "Nothing much! I just saw that you two were too bored here, so I found someone to serve you. You two can enjoy yourselves! Her skill in serving men is first-rate, ha..."

After Lin Pingzhi left, Yingying swayed her slender waist and danced gracefully. With each movement, the fragrance wafted from Yingying's body, and Fang Sheng and Qingxu couldn't help but feel a flutter in their hearts.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "No!"

This was the demonic dance of a heretical cult. The two quickly steadied themselves and focused their minds. They saw Yingying's hands caressing her skin, and waves of seductive moans reaching their ears. Their willpower had been greatly weakened by their injuries, and they couldn't help but open their eyes to glance at Yingying.

They saw her exposed, snow-white thighs, and her watery eyes were smiling seductively at them. Instantly, a burning sensation spread through their bodies. Fang Sheng and Qingxu knew that if they lost control even slightly, they would do something disgraceful to their sect.

Fortunately, their meditation skills were still quite profound, and they could barely hold on. In the next secret room, Lin Pingzhi was watching this spectacle through the "magic mirror."

He laughed wildly, "You two old geezers have quite the willpower. I'll see how long you can hold out, ha..."

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the

dungeon, Yingying, under the influence of the "Bewitching Art," was using her "Heavenly Demon Dance" to seduce Fang Sheng and Qingxu, who were imprisoned there. Yingying approached Qingxu like a water snake, the fragrance emanating from her body making it impossible for them to concentrate.

Yingying removed her thin veil, revealing smooth, delicate skin, which immediately captivated them. She wore only a bright red bodice, her full breasts swaying with her dance, seemingly about to leap out.

Even Fang Sheng and Qingxu, with their strong willpower, were consumed by lust, their bodies burning and their eyes bloodshot, feeling the fire of desire coursing through their groins. Yingying's dance grew increasingly intense, her bodice slipping away to reveal a pair of full, firm, and snow-white breasts. The dungeon lights illuminated her alluring body, creating a seductive scene.

Fang Sheng and Qingxu felt as if they were trapped in a furnace, desperately wanting to pull the woman into their arms and rape her to vent their lust. However, the last vestige of their conscience told them against it.

Yingying moved closer to Qingxu, her jade-like hands encircling his neck. Qingxu felt a fragrant, hot, and soft body against his chest; he smelled Yingying's scent, heard her soft panting, and saw her alluring flesh.

Qingxu's inner strength was already inferior to Fang Sheng's, and he could no longer restrain himself. With a roar, his clothes shattered.

Qingxu grabbed Yingying and forcefully kissed her breasts.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in shock, "Brother Dao, you mustn't!"

Qingxu ignored him, pushed Yingying to the ground, and thrust his hot, hard penis into her from behind. Qingxu, like a madman, violently ravaged Yingying, his hands gripping and squeezing her beautiful, snow-white breasts. Yingying moaned like a bitch in heat.

"Mmm...ah...Daoist, harder...ah...that's right...fuck me harder!"

"You little slut! You little whore! You made me break my vows, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

"Ah...fuck me as hard as you can...ah...faster...Master...you come too...ah..."

Hearing Yingying's moans, Fang Sheng could no longer resist. He shouted, "Buddha! Forgive your disciple!"

He quickly stripped off his monk's robes and joined in the act. Fang Sheng placed his penis in front of Yingying, who, as if it were a precious treasure, put it in her mouth. Her warm tongue sucked and licked it, sending Fang Sheng to a state of true bliss.

"Oh... Buddha has mercy... Ah... Ah..."

"Ah... Sin... Ah..."

While raping Yingying, the two were also finding enlightenment in each other. Yingying was being penetrated from both ends, her body feeling as if she were flying on clouds, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. Qingxu, being a novice in female pleasure, ejaculated in the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, enjoying unprecedented pleasure. But Yingying seemed unsatisfied and spat out Fang Sheng's penis from her mouth.

"My dear queen, this humble monk hasn't had enough yet!"

"My cunt is still unbearably itchy, hurry up and put your cock in."

"If I don't go to hell, who will! This humble monk is coming."

Fang Sheng raised his penis and thrust it into Yingying's vagina. Fang Sheng had never seen a woman's body before, and today his penis struck for the first time, but it hit Yingying's anus.

Yingying cried out in pain, and Fang Sheng, without waiting for her reaction, quickly began to thrust. It was the first time a foreign object had entered Yingying's anus, and compared to the pain of being deflowered by Linghu Chong on their wedding night, it was a completely different feeling. Fang Sheng's penis felt incredibly comfortable being gripped by the walls of her anus.

"Hmph... Master, you're so amazing... You're making me feel both pain and itchiness... Ah..."

"Ah... Hurry up and fuck me inside... Ah..."

"Madam Linghu... Ah... From now on... I'll fuck you every day..."

"Mmm... My little cunt... I want Master to fuck it every day too... Ah..."

"Amitabha, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut."

"Ah... Master... This little slut is going to heaven... Ah... Ah..."

Fang Sheng felt a tingling numbness at the tip of his penis, and his semen had already shot into Yingying's body.

After Fang Sheng pulled his penis out, Qingxu had also recovered his breath, and his penis rose again to attack Yingying's cunt.

Inside the secret chamber, Lin Pingzhi watched as masters from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects took turns having sex with Yingying. Yingying had become like a bitch, willing to mate with any man, regardless of appearance. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Linghu Chong! I really want to know what expression you'll have on your face when you see your wife being defiled by those you respect, haha..."

While Yingying was suffering at the hands of Fang Sheng and Qingxu, Linghu Chong was on his way to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song to seek help from Master Fangzheng to cure his lustful poison. Along the way, whenever the poison flared up, Linghu Chong would have sex with Lan Fenghuang to relieve the pain.

After being deflowered by Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang became as docile as a lamb, completely obedient to him. Initially, Lan Fenghuang was merely a woman for Linghu Chong to satisfy his lust, but after multiple encounters, Linghu Chong began to have different feelings for her.

Lan Fenghuang possessed an alluring, wild beauty, a stark contrast to Yingying's gentle and refined nature. In particular, Lan Fenghuang was far more open about sexual matters than Yingying, even actively inviting Linghu Chong to try various sexual positions.

Linghu Chong was already captivated by this woman of wild beauty.

That day, the two were only a day's journey from Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. Seeing that it was getting late, Linghu Chong found an inn to spend the night. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock at the door. Opening it, he saw Lan Fenghuang standing gracefully in the doorway.

When Lan Fenghuang entered, she looked at Linghu Chong with a mournful gaze. Linghu Chong gently took her small hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Fenghuang suddenly threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and whispered, "Brother Linghu, let's not go to Shaolin Temple tomorrow, okay?"

Linghu Chong asked curiously, "Why?"

Lan Fenghuang said, "If Master Fangzheng cures the aphrodisiac in your body, I'm afraid you won't want me anymore. Why don't we leave the Central Plains and return to Miao territory, live happily ever after, and never care about the affairs of the martial world again?"

Linghu Chong released her hands and said, "I can't be so selfish. Yingying and many of my junior sisters from Hengshan are still in the hands of the enemy. How can I abandon them? Besides, the Evil Lord's martial arts are astonishing. If we don't eliminate him, he will surely..." "It would endanger the martial arts world, so please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request."

Lan Fenghuang said with disappointment and resentment in her eyes, "I know Miss Ren is your wife, and my place in your heart is naturally incomparable to hers."

Linghu Chong embraced her, saying with utmost tenderness, "My little Fenghuang, don't worry. After these matters are resolved, I will find a way to properly settle you."

Lan Fenghuang gently kissed Linghu Chong, saying, "Brother Linghu, this is the last night we will spend together. After tomorrow, I will return to Miao territory, where I will wait for you. Let us cherish these last moments."

Lan Fenghuang removed all her clothes, revealing her tanned, healthy skin. Linghu Chong had seen it many times over the past ten days, yet it still felt fresh to him.

Linghu Chong also stripped naked, picked up Lan Fenghuang, and placed her on the bed, gently caressing every inch of her skin with tenderness. Lan Fenghuang's delicate body writhed as if in response to Linghu Chong's caresses.

Linghu Chong gently lifted her buttocks, his masculine penis poised to attack her entrance. Unlike his usual frenzied thrusting, he pumped slowly, as if treating his beloved wife. Lan Fenghuang felt an overwhelming sweetness, but the thought of their impending separation the next day, and the uncertainty of when they would meet again, brought tears to her eyes. Linghu Chong tenderly licked away her tears.

"My little Fenghuang, my darling, don't cry."

"My dear brother, love me with all your might."

Hearing this, Linghu Chong kissed her breasts passionately while simultaneously thrusting his penis forcefully. Lan Fenghuang's reaction grew increasingly intense.

"Good brother... dear brother... don't forget me."

"Little Phoenix... seductive sister... I can't forget your alluring body."

"Ah... um... good... so comfortable... ah..."

"Um... ah... brother... I love you to death... ah..."

"Hmph... um... I'm going to... I'm going to heaven... ah..."

After their passion subsided, Linghu Chong embraced Lan Fenghuang and fell asleep. The next morning, when Linghu Chong woke up, Lan Fenghuang was gone. He picked up a strand of hair that had fallen onto the bed during their lovemaking the night before, and felt a deep sense of melancholy.

Linghu Chong finally arrived at Shaolin Temple. Because Tian Boguang had arrived several days earlier than him, Linghu Chong only now learned that the Evil Lord was Lin Pingzhi, that Fang Sheng and Qingxu had fallen into misfortune, and that Bu Jie and the Six Immortals of Peach Valley had died tragically.

Linghu Chong sighed, "I never imagined that Junior Brother Lin was not dead and had mastered such martial arts. It seems that he is only after revenge for us."

Fang Zheng said, "Lin Pingzhi today is not the same as before. According to Benefactor Tian, this young man has reached the level of being able to control a sword with his qi. It seems that apart from Young Hero Linghu and Senior Feng's 'Nine Swords of Dugu,' there is probably no one in the world who can rival him."

Linghu Chong smiled bitterly, "My internal energy has been depleted to less than 10%, and I am also poisoned by a strange and aphrodisiac. Whenever it flares up, I can only relieve the pain by having intercourse with a woman."

Fang Zheng took Linghu Chong's pulse and found that he was indeed poisoned, but it should not be life-threatening.

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment and then said to Linghu Chong, "It seems that only our sect's 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' can remove the strange poison from Young Master Linghu's body. However, the only person in the world who has mastered the 'Marrow Cleansing Classic' is my senior brother, Master Fang Wu. Forty years ago, Senior Brother Fang Wu went into seclusion to cultivate and stopped caring about worldly affairs. Whether he is willing to treat Young Master Linghu depends on fate."

So Fang Zheng led Linghu Chong to the "Bodhi Cave" behind the mountain. When the two reached the cave entrance, Fang Zheng was about to explain their purpose when a loud voice of true energy transmitted through the cave, saying, "I know why you came. Junior brother, you should leave. I have my own plans."

Fang Zheng was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, senior brother," and left Linghu Chong behind.

A voice from inside the cave said, "Young benefactor, please come in."

Linghu Chong felt a powerful internal force pulling him into the cave. The cave was pitch black and dark. A hand touched Linghu Chong's skull and exclaimed, "Not bad! Truly a rare martial arts prodigy! My divine skill finally has a successor!"

Linghu Chong felt a powerful internal force flow from the top of his head into his body, gradually gathering his scattered true energy.

Meanwhile ,

Master

Fangwu was using the Marrow Cleansing Classic to heal Linghu Chong and expel the poison. Linghu Chong felt a warm, powerful true energy circulating within him. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the poison within him turned into black sweat, forced out by the internal force, and his lost internal energy gradually recovered.

Just as Linghu Chong felt as if he were bathed in warm sunlight, he suddenly sensed something was wrong and tried to pull away from Fangwu's hand. Fangwu then transmitted his voice to his ear using internal force.

"Quickly clear your mind and focus your energy, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain."

Linghu Chong had no choice but to comply. Fang Wu pressed his other hand against Linghu Chong's back, and a powerful surge of internal energy flowed into Linghu Chong's body. The internal energy circulated faster and faster, and Linghu Chong felt that his body was filled with true energy, far surpassing his strength before he was injured. However, he knew that Master Fang Wu was transferring his own internal energy to him, and he would soon die from exhaustion. But at this critical moment, he could not move and could only worry anxiously.

In the dungeon of Wuse Nunnery, Fang Sheng and Qingxu, after many days of frenzied lovemaking with Yingying, were almost exhausted. Looking at Yingying, they saw that she not only did not show signs of fatigue, but her spirit was even more vigorous. The two were no longer able to meet Yingying's needs.

That day, Lin Pingzhi came in and looked around, laughing and saying, "It seems that you two are quite satisfied with the woman I sent you, which is why you have been making love day and night. How do you feel now?"

Fang Sheng and Qingxu were too weak to answer.

Lin Pingzhi laughed, "I'll be leaving Hengshan in a few days. I'll be taking Lady Linghu with me, but don't worry, I'll leave these Hengshan disciples here for you two to enjoy. Their skills aren't bad either, haha..."

The two watched Lin Pingzhi leave, powerless to do anything but lie on the ground.

Inside the secret chamber, Lin Pingzhi was having intercourse with Yingying. Over the past few days, Yingying had absorbed all the essence of Fang Sheng and Qingxu, and Lin Pingzhi was now transferring that essence into his own body. Yingying sat on Lin Pingzhi in the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position.

The two had been having intercourse for over an hour. Yingying's skin was covered in sweat, radiating an eerie glow in the candlelight. A look of pleasure appeared on Yingying's face. Since Yingying was under Lin Pingzhi's bewitching spell, her sexual desire far exceeded that of ordinary people, making her a complete harlot, allowing Lin Pingzhi to humiliate her in every way.

In Lin Pingzhi's mind, each time he raped Yingying, he felt a greater sense of pleasure. He considered it his greatest achievement to have two top masters from Shaolin and Wudang defile her. He wondered if Yingying, when she regained consciousness and learned that she had slept with the respected elders she admired, would still have the face to face Linghu Chong. Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Lin Pingzhi's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and forcefully grab Yingying's full breasts.

"Little slut, is it good for me to fuck you?"

"Mmm... Master... Ah... The divine skill is the best in the world... I feel so good..."

"Heh... In a few days, I'll take you on a long expedition to Shaolin. You'll have a hard time along the way."

"Ah...fuck me...humph...harder...ah..."

Lin Pingzhi lewdly laughed, "You slutty bitch, in every town we go on the road, I'll make you act as a free whore to be raped. By the time we get to Shaolin, at least a few hundred men have slept with you. Let's see if Linghu Chong will still want you when he finds out."

Yingying moaned, "Hmm...I am my master's slave...ah...whatever my master wants me to do...I will do it."

Lin Pingzhi lewdly laughed, "Good little slut, now I'll send you to heaven."

After saying that, Lin Pingzhi began to thrust his huge penis upwards with force, penetrating deep into Yingying's vagina with each thrust. After hundreds of thrusts, Yingying finally couldn't withstand the intense impact, and her vaginal fluids gushed out and were absorbed by Lin Pingzhi. Yingying also collapsed from exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

After absorbing Ying's Yin essence, Lin Pingzhi channeled his inner energy to transform the essence of Zhong Fang Sheng and Qing Xu into his own. Having finished his cultivation, Lin Pingzhi emerged from the secret chamber and entered the main hall. His

six subordinates rose to greet him. Lin Pingzhi addressed them, saying, "You have all followed me for some time now. Previously, my divine skill was not yet fully mastered, which is why you had to remain here with me. Today, my divine skill is nearing completion. In half a month, I will travel to Shaolin to challenge the leaders of both Shaolin and Wudang. At that time, the 'Heavenly Evil Cult' will become famous throughout the world, unifying the martial arts world, and you will all enjoy wealth and glory."

The men cheered in unison, "Our cult leader's divine skill is invincible! We will swear to serve you to the death to complete our cult's hegemony!"

Lin Pingzhi said, "I still need two days to cultivate. Ximen An, you draft the challenge letter and send it to Shaolin immediately. The rest of you, wait until I emerge from seclusion to attack Shaolin."

The men obeyed his orders, while Lin Pingzhi went into seclusion to cultivate.

Six hours had passed since Linghu Chong received Fang Wu's transmission of internal energy. Linghu Chong felt that the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing within his body was gradually merging with the internal energy of the Xi Sui Jing that Fang Wu had infused into him. His internal energy circulated rapidly throughout his body. Linghu Chong felt that the abundant internal energy within him had reached a point where he had to

release it. With a loud shout, Linghu Chong unleashed his internal energy, which blasted Fang Wu back five zhang away. After getting up, Linghu Chong hurriedly went to check on Fang Wu and saw that Fang Wu's breathing was weak. Linghu Chong pressed on Fang Wu's dantian and slowly sent internal energy into him. After a while, Fang Wu finally woke up. Linghu Chong knelt before Fang Wu and said, "Thank you, Master, for healing my poison and transferring your inner strength to me. I will never forget this kindness."

Fang Wu said weakly, "Please rise, young benefactor. It was purely by chance that I was able to pass on my skills to you today. Otherwise, my decades of hard work would have been in vain."

Linghu Chong asked, "Why do you say that, Master?"

Fang Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Ten years ago, I created a martial art, which caused all my meridians to become disordered. Although I have managed to clear the meridians in my upper body in the past few years, look..." Fang

Wu revealed his legs, and Linghu Chong was shocked. It turned out that Fang Wu's legs had been unable to circulate blood and qi for ten years, and they had withered like dry firewood, making it impossible for him to walk. Linghu Chong felt saddened after seeing this.

Fang Wu laughed, "Don't be sad for me. Perhaps this misfortune has turned into a blessing in disguise, allowing me to reach a new level of martial arts."

After speaking, Fang Wu coughed incessantly. Linghu Chong quickly said, "Please stop talking and rest."

Fang Wu sighed, "I know my lifespan is nearing its end. Young benefactor, could you grant me a favor?"

Linghu Chong said, "Master, please tell me what you need. I will do it even at the cost of my life."

Fang Wu said, "I have spent ten years painstakingly creating the 'Zen Dao Heart Sword' martial art. I hope you can master it." "This martial art is meant to slay demons and bring blessings to all living beings, lest it be buried here."

Linghu Chong said, "But I am not a Shaolin disciple, so how can I learn this martial art?"

Fang Wu smiled and said, "Buddha saves those who are destined. It is your destiny to receive my power, so why be bound by sectarian prejudices? Besides, the enemy you are about to face is not an ordinary demon. If you do not strengthen yourself, how can you defeat the enemy?"

Fang Wu's voice grew softer and softer, and Linghu Chong knew that his vital energy was gradually dissipating. Just

as Linghu Chong was about to channel his inner energy into him again, Fang Wu shook his head and said, "This old monk knows his time is near, young benefactor, you need not worry about me. I hope you will remember my words and work for the benefit of the martial world. Amitabha..."

Fang Wu closed his eyes and said no more. Linghu Chong whispered, "Master! What's wrong?"

He called Fang Wu three times, but there was still no response. Linghu Chong reached out and checked his breath, only to find that Fang Wu had passed away. Linghu Chong knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

Fang Zheng entered and, upon seeing Fang Wu's passing, sighed, "Amitabha! My senior brother was able to fulfill his wish before his death; young hero Linghu, you should be happy for him."

Linghu Chong said sadly, "Master Fang Wu died because of me; I cannot shirk my responsibility."

Fang Zheng sighed, "This is fate. Young hero Linghu, you should still follow Senior Brother Fang Wu's last wishes and practice martial arts to defeat Lin Pingzhi and rescue the imprisoned people. As for Senior Brother Fang Wu's funeral arrangements, leave them to this old man. You can practice your skills here in peace."

After Fang Zheng had Fang Wu's body moved away, Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and entered the inner cave. He saw many characters the size of copper coins carved on the stone wall. Holding a candle, he saw the four large characters "Zen, Tao, Heart, Sword" appear before him. He continued to read.

"All martial arts in the world generate power from qi, and then use power to defeat the enemy. But they do not know that even the strongest qi will eventually be exhausted. Therefore, I have pondered for more than ten years and created a unique martial art called 'Zen Dao Heart Sword'. A sword can cut through qi and lose its power, but the power of the heart can still exert its maximum power as long as there is still a breath left. It is a pity that most people cannot understand this principle and give full play to the hidden power of their hearts. If they can make good use of it, it can surpass any divine weapon in the world. It can cut through the air and cut through qi and do nothing..."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. The Zen Dao Heart Sword on the wall was more magical than any martial art he had learned before. To deal with Lin Pingzhi's demonic power, he really needed to use a martial art like this to resist. Linghu Chong calmed his mind and began to prepare to practice the Zen Dao Heart Sword on the wall.

Two days later, Lin Pingzhi's cultivation of the "Evil Fire Body" was about to be completed. In the dungeon of Plum Manor, Lin Pingzhi obtained the "Heavenly Evil Secret Record," a legacy of the Heavenly Evil Supreme, which recorded five ultimate techniques: "Void Manipulation," "Mind-Bending Technique," "Yin-Yang Secret Method," "Purgatory Claw," and the strongest, the "Evil Fire Body."

The Evil Fire Body was divided into three levels: red flame, blue flame, and purple flame. Originally, Lin Pingzhi could have cultivated the Evil Fire Body to the highest level, the purple flame level, with the help of the "Primordial Spirit Pearl." However, he had already consumed a lot of the Primordial Spirit Pearl's internal energy while cultivating the Rebirth Technique, so he could only reach the blue flame level. But recently, after absorbing the internal energy of Linghu Chong, Fang Sheng, and Qingxu, Lin Pingzhi's power had advanced to another level. At this moment, red flames emanated from Lin Pingzhi's body, which slowly turned into blue flames. Then, with a loud shout, the blue flames on his body turned into purple flames.

Lin Pingzhi leaped out of the door, and his six subordinates only saw a purple flame shoot from inside the door straight out of the temple. With a loud bang, a ten-foot-deep crater was blasted into the mountain wall outside the Wuse Temple.

Lin Pingzhi stood in front of the mountain wall admiring his masterpiece, and his subordinates congratulated him, "Congratulations, Master, on mastering your divine skill!"

Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "With this skill, who in the world can rival me? You all prepare immediately for my attack on Shaolin, ha..."

On the third day of Linghu Chong's practice of the Zen Dao Heart Sword, Fang Zheng received Lin Pingzhi's challenge and couldn't help but worry. At this time, the Wudang Sect Leader Chongxu also brought more than a dozen disciples to Shaolin.

Fang Zheng was overjoyed to see Chongxu arrive. He said, "Brother Dao, you've come at the perfect time. You can certainly lend me a hand."

Chongxu read Lin Pingzhi's challenge and sighed, "I never imagined that in just a few months, this boy would have mastered such profound martial arts, even capturing Junior Brother Qingxu and Master Fang Sheng."

Fang Zheng said, "This man is ruthless and leads a group of highly skilled thugs. His audacity in challenging our sect suggests he's well-prepared. I fear this ancient temple will soon be stained with blood."

Chongxu laughed, "Abbot, there's no need to worry too much. Shaolin and Wudang are one family; now..." "How can Wudang sit idly by while Lin is in trouble? This humble Taoist should lead his disciples to help fight the enemy."

Fang Zheng said, "Amitabha! This old monk thanks you in advance. Now I can only hope that Young Hero Linghu can comprehend the legacy of Senior Brother Fang Wu as soon as possible and fight against the evil demons with us. Alas..."

Since leaving Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang has been depressed. Whenever the night is deep and quiet, she thinks of the love she had shared with Linghu Chong these days and finds it hard to contain herself. On this day, she arrived at a small town on the border of Henan and Hebei. At noon, Lan Fenghuang was resting in an inn when she suddenly heard two people talking at the next table.

"Hey... Old Huang, have you ever played with a free courtesan?"

"Old Zhang, stop lying. There

's no such thing as a free lunch." "But there is! The Xinghua Pavilion in town has been booked out, and there's a courtesan from out of town who's free to play with."

"Really? That courtesan must be old and ugly, right?"

"Hey... You're wrong. That girl is in her early twenties, as beautiful as a fairy, with skin so fair and tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it. Especially her passion in bed, I guarantee you'll want to do it again after you've done it once."

"Hey... Hearing you say that, I really want to try it out. But who's so rich that they can book out the Xinghua Pavilion?"

"That group of people is really strange. There are monks, Taoists, scholars, and even a wanderer carrying two swords. I only heard they came from Hengshan."

After hearing this, Lan Fenghuang thought, could it be the group of villains who occupied Hengshan? Maybe they can find out Yingying's whereabouts here.

After leaving the inn, Lan Fenghuang inquired about the location of Xinghua Tower. Upon arriving, she found the entrance crowded with twenty or thirty men of varying ages. Lan Fenghuang leaped through the back door and heard sounds of a man and woman making love coming from inside. She blushed, but determined to find Yingying, she reluctantly poked a hole in the paper window. Inside, a fat man, around forty years old, was raising the legs of a woman on the bed, forcefully thrusting a dark, thick penis into her vagina. The woman seemed to be enjoying it, moaning incessantly.

"Mmm...faster...fuck me harder...ah..."

"You slut, I've been with many women, but I've never seen one as wanton as you."

"Ah...I want a big cock to fuck me...hum...ah..."

The woman thrashed wildly, her long hair falling loose to reveal her face. Lan Fenghuang was shocked. This woman was none other than the Holy Maiden Ren Yingying, whom she had once respected, now transformed into the lewd and seductive woman before her, wantonly allowing this disgusting man to play with her snow-white body.

Lan Fenghuang could no longer resist and burst through the window. The middle-aged fat man, caught off guard by a sudden, furious Miao woman appearing before him, was startled. Without a word, Lan Fenghuang unleashed a hidden needle from her sleeve, striking the fat man and knocking him to the ground before he could even react.

Lan Fenghuang grabbed Yingying, saying, "Holy Maiden, quickly come with me away from here."

Yingying smiled seductively, "Who are you, sister?"

Lan Fenghuang frowned, guessing that Yingying must be under a spell to not recognize her. She then pressed Yingying's pressure points to put her to sleep, wrapped her in a sheet, and leaped out the window.

Just as Lan Fenghuang was carrying the unconscious Yingying away from Xinghua Tower, she heard a sinister laugh behind her: "How dare you save someone from my hands!"

Startled, Lan Fenghuang didn't turn around and immediately released a poisonous cloud of smoke towards the door. Just as she reached the door, a ghostly figure appeared before her. Ignoring who it was, Lan Fenghuang mustered all her strength and struck the person with both palms. The person didn't move, and the powerful force rebounded, sending her flying three zhang away. Lan Fenghuang felt excruciating pain in her wrists; the rebounding force had broken her wrist bones.

The newcomer sneered, "Truly overestimating yourself, asking for trouble. You are Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect. Wasn't it you who rescued Linghu Chong at Hengshan that day?"

Lan Fenghuang was shocked upon recognizing the newcomer; it was none other than Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi said, "Linghu Chong was afflicted with aphrodisiacs that day. Without a woman to have intercourse with him, his blood vessels would surely burst, causing him to die. You were the one who took Linghu Chong away that day, presumably to alleviate his suffering from the aphrodisiac, right?"

Lan Fenghuang answered painfully, "That's right! When Brother Linghu was suffering from the poison, I willingly offered myself to save him."

Lin Pingzhi lewdly chuckled, "Looks like Linghu Chong has quite the luck with women! Heh... All those who..." "I'll make sure all of Linghu Chong's women have extreme pleasure. You've delivered yourself to my door today, so don't blame me."

Lan Fenghuang asked in fear, "You... what do you want to do?"

Lin Pingzhi lewdly said, "You used poison on me earlier, now it's my turn to return the favor."

Lan Fenghuang tried to escape in pain, but Lin Pingzhi's hand released a cloud of white mist that scattered in the wind. A strange fragrance entered Lan Fenghuang's brain through her nostrils. Lan Fenghuang felt as if dozens of hands were caressing her skin, and a blazing fire burned all over her body. The scene of her lovemaking with Linghu Chong appeared before her eyes again.

Lin Pingzhi lewdly said, "In a moment, you'll become as lewd as Linghu Chong's wife, just as thirsty for men. But don't worry, I won't do it to you myself. There's a bunch of men waiting outside to have sex with Linghu Chong's wife. You're also Linghu Chong's woman, so I'll let you share some of the burden, ha..."

Lin Pingzhi ordered the men waiting outside to split into two groups to rape Yingying and Lan Fenghuang.

Some impatient men swarmed forward in groups of four or five, tearing Lan Fenghuang's clothes to shreds in an instant. Some even pulled down their pants and rushed to find positions to attack.

In moments, Lan Fenghuang's voluptuous orifice, anus, and mouth were filled with hard penises. Those who couldn't get any also greedily sucked and kissed every inch of the two beauties' skin. As soon as one man ejaculated, another's penis would immediately penetrate. Their orifices were never free for a moment. After an hour, more than twenty men had raped the two women, and the number of people waiting outside was growing.

Lin Pingzhi watched the two women being gang-raped, a wicked smile on his face. He said, "Linghu Chong, after your women have been raped by hundreds of men, I will take them to Shaolin. When you know the truth, let's see how you will face the heroes of the world, ha..."

Seven days later, Lin Pingzhi led his men to Mount Song. Shaolin Temple had already received a secret report from spies, and the elite masters of Shaolin's Bodhidharma Hall and Arhat Hall were dispatched.

Wudang Sect Leader Chongxu, along with his seven disciples, stood ready. Half an hour later, Lin Pingzhi's eight-person sedan chair and his men finally arrived at the Shaolin Temple gate. At Fangzheng's command, the Shaolin monks had already surrounded Lin Pingzhi's sedan chair.

Could the many masters of Shaolin Temple defeat Lin Pingzhi? Would Linghu Chong be able to master the "Zen Dao Heart Sword" in time? To be continued

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