The Legend of the Condor Heroes Prequel - After the Rain

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Wu Kun, perched on a treetop, glared hatefully at the chaotic scene at the Liu residence below.

"That fat Liu has really had enough of living, daring to report me to the authorities—he really doesn't take me, 'Blood Knife' Wu Kun, seriously at all!

Those few fattened soldiers aren't even worth a damn hair. Trying to arrest me? Fuck!

" "Little bitch, your old man doesn't want you anymore," Wu Kun sneered at the woman lying across the branch, then grabbed her breasts and began to knead them.

Miss Liu had been abducted from her boudoir after being acupunctured, wearing only a thin, gossamer-thin veil. Now, lying askew on the branch, her fair skin was vibrant and alluring, as gentle as moonlight filtering through green leaves. She stared in terror at the murderous man, her beautiful face drained of color.

"Damn! This little bitch is known as the most beautiful woman in Shaoxing. Her flesh is so tender and smooth, it feels so good to touch..." Wu Kun leered as he wrapped his arms around Miss Liu's waist, then casually lifted her knees and probed along her rounded thighs towards the girl's crotch.

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Wu Kun: Thirty-one years old, a notorious thief, skilled with a single-edged sword. Ruthless and cruel, he robs for money and women, often leaving no survivors; he is known in the underworld as "Blood Blade.

" Fatty Liu: Master Liu of Liu Family Village, one of the wealthiest men in Shaoxing Prefecture, with immense wealth and a reputation for philanthropy.

Miss Liu: Seventeen years old, Master Liu's beloved daughter, skilled in poetry and painting, beautiful and talented, and still unmarried due to her father's doting love.

Three days ago, Wu Kun sent a letter to the Liu family, claiming he wanted to borrow a thousand taels of gold. Master Liu, who had always been on good terms with the government, immediately reported the incident to the authorities and borrowed dozens of soldiers to guard

the area. Unexpectedly, this only angered the ruthless Wu Kun. Wu Kun immediately infiltrated Liu Family Village, kidnapped Miss Liu, and wanted to show Master Liu his methods. News of the young lady's disappearance had already spread. Hundreds of servants and soldiers, with candles and torches lit and guns drawn, caused chaos in Liu Family Village. The main hall of the Liu mansion was brightly lit. Master Liu paced anxiously on the steps, while Madam Liu sat in the hall, weeping incessantly.

No one noticed that atop the large tree in front of the main hall, which required three people to encircle, two figures were lurking.

Miss Liu's bright eyes were filled with terror. She lived a secluded life, rarely interacting with outsiders except for a few maids and nannies. Suddenly being abducted to the treetop by a thug, she was terrified, her face pale. Even if her pressure points weren't sealed, she probably wouldn't be able to scream.

Smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from the young woman, Wu Kun was overcome with lust. He swung his knife at the tree trunk, using his free hand to tear off the light veil covering Miss Zheng's body, which was then entangled in the branches.

"You little slut, those breasts aren't small!" Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with a beastly light. He opened his palm and grabbed her breast, leaving five bright red finger marks on her snow-white, fragrant nipples.

Miss Liu cried out in pain, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Her breasts tensed in shock, her pink nipples hardening and erect, like two delicate buds.

Wu Kun threw her onto a waist-high tree branch and spread her legs. Miss Liu's vulva was exposed, her white, tender mons pubis high and covered with a layer of soft hair. Her secret place was tightly clenched into a thin slit, with two small, petal-like red labia peeking out.

"Whoever finds the young lady will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!" The hoarse shouts of Master Liu could be faintly heard.

Wu Kun chuckled maliciously and slapped Miss Liu's vulva. "I'll take this thousand taels of gold!"

He grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide, then thrust his hips forward, his thick, long penis pressing against her virgin vulva. He snarled, "You little bitch, your old man owes me a thousand taels of gold, you can pay it back with your cunt."

Miss Liu's waist was draped over a branch, her upper body drooping, her limp arms hanging limply at her neck, her glossy black hair cascading down, tangled in the dense foliage. Her secret place, never before touched, was suddenly pressed against by a hot, hard object, and the girl trembled slightly with nervousness.

The dark penis pushed slightly, squeezing into her soft, tender flesh. The lamplight below shone through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on Miss Liu's jade-like body, creating a shimmering, snow-white glow.

Wu Kun grinned smugly at the bewildered Liu, the wealthy man, under the tree, and said, "Hey, Liu, I'm going to fuck your daughter!" With a "heh," his glans pierced the delicate membrane, entering the girl's tight, warm vagina. Miss Liu felt a sharp pain in her lower body, as if an iron rod had pierced her. She realized her virginity had been taken, and tears streamed down

her face, overwhelmed with grief. "This cunt is fucking tight," Wu Kun said, pulling his penis out halfway. Then, with a sudden thrust, his glans parted the vaginal walls and slammed into the very end of the vagina, his lower abdomen slamming against the girl's fair mons pubis.

"It feels so good!" Wu Kun chuckled as he withdrew his penis, and the girl's virgin blood immediately spurted from the opening. His entire penis was stained crimson, as if a blood-soaked rod had been pulled from Miss Liu's tender body. Crimson blood trickled down the rounded curves of her snow-white buttocks, dripping onto the lush foliage.

Wu Kun showed no mercy, ignoring the fact that the young woman beneath him had just been deflowered, and began to thrust wildly. He held the girl's waist and hips, his penis pumping wildly in and out of her tender flesh, withdrawing completely each time before plunging in again.

Miss Liu's lower body gushed blood like a fountain, ravaged and brutally violated, leaving her feeling like she was dying. Her body felt as if it had been severed at the waist, her entire abdomen as if it had been pounded to pieces by his penis. Through the leaves, her father's anxious face was clearly visible; she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Pleasure! Pleasure!" Wu Kun laughed maniacally, raising his hand to release the pressure points on Miss Liu's waist.

Her two slender legs immediately clamped tightly around his waist, then quickly separated, struggling violently.

The smooth, delicate skin on her inner thighs rubbed against him with an incredibly pleasurable sensation. In her struggles, her slender feet occasionally kicked at tree branches. But no one would notice the slight movement of the branches several meters above, much less imagine that the young lady they were searching for was being raped right above their heads.

The delicate girl had exhausted her strength, and the futile struggles of her jade legs gradually subsided, only twitching slightly when the penis entered.

"Damn it! Playing dead?" Wu Kun pinched her bleeding vulva. "Move!"

The ravaged vaginal opening contracted slightly, gripping the penis, but her limbs remained still. Wu Kun thrust forcefully, pressing down on the girl's waist and abdomen, then bent down and stretched out his arms, grabbing Miss Liu's nipples and forcibly pulling her upper body up. Her round, tender breasts were stretched into long, thin cones, and the pink nipples were flattened between the thief's fingers.

Miss Liu's eyes were red and swollen, her pretty face contorted with pain. Wu Kun loosened his grip, and one breast immediately bounced back to its original spherical shape, while the other, supporting the weight of her entire upper body, was stretched even longer and thinner, its nipple almost snapping off. She wisely raised her legs, wrapping them around the thug's waist to alleviate the pain in her breasts.

Wu Kun used all ten fingers to twist and play with the slippery flesh, soon making Miss Liu's breasts red and swollen. Her limbs hung limply, like an innocent lamb, at his mercy.

Wu Kun suddenly thrust his hips forward, his lower abdomen flattening her plump mons pubis, then his penis throbbed, ejaculating deeply into the girl's sacred womb.

The Liu mansion remained as noisy as ever, servants and soldiers rushing to the steps, each bringing only one message: "Miss has not been found."

His daughter had been missing for an hour; what if… what if… Master Liu was completely flustered, his hands trembling, unsure what to do.

Miss Liu's supple waist swayed on the branch, her jade gate high and firm, blood mixed with semen gushing from her mangled flesh. This beautiful young woman, in the prime of her life, had been humiliated. Her beautiful eyes stared blankly, utterly despondent, thinking: How could I ever face my parents again?

Wu Kun shook his limp penis, smearing the remaining semen on the girl's tender flesh between her legs. Gazing at the girl's beautiful body, a cruel smile appeared on the thug's face. "Little bitch, I fucked you really well, didn't I? It'll feel even better in a bit—I'm going to make that fat bastard surnamed Liu never forget me, 'Blood Knife' Wu Kun!"

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Wu Kun picked up a thick, slanted branch, used his Blood Knife to cut off all the leaves, then measured it, trimmed off the tip, leaving only a three-foot-long, smooth section of trunk. He then whittled the cut into a sharp, four-sided wedge shape. Miss Liu stared blankly at his actions, not understanding the thug's intentions.

Wu Kun wrapped the broken branch with the light gauze, threw it onto the branch, and then picked up the girl. "You little bitch, I'm going to put your cunt on this, let everyone see the pretty face of the Liu family's daughter dying with her genitals exposed. Fuck, you dare mess with me!"

Miss Liu was stunned for a moment, then immediately struggled frantically after realizing what was happening. Her red lips opened and closed silently, her beautiful eyes revealing a pleading look. Even in death, such a death would bring an indelible humiliation to her family.

The intertwined branches were of varying thickness, but Wu Kun stood on them as if on flat ground. The girl's struggles and pleas only aroused his sadistic impulses. He held Miss Liu in his arms, supporting her knees with his hands, spreading her legs apart like holding a baby to urinate, aiming his bleeding vulva at the tip of the branch, and slowly thrusting it out.

Miss Liu's upper body was half-lying in Wu Kun's arms, her white, jade-like legs twisting desperately. But she was just a weak woman, how could she resist the infamous "Blood Knife" Wu Kun? A sudden coolness washed over her throbbing, secret place, as the tip of a branch touched her. The wooden wedge, dripping with sap, entered her vagina, instantly staining it crimson with blood. Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, his fingers gripping her snow-white thighs like iron hoops, as steady as a rock. The wooden wedge was about three inches long; the delicate petals, just beginning to bloom, were stretched into a square shape by its hard edges. Above the flattened vulva, a small bud, smooth as red jade, was incredibly alluring.

The flesh in his hand sank slightly; the tip of the branch had reached its limit. The three-foot-long branch had only penetrated five inches before the vaginal opening was completely filled. The branch stuck at the entrance was as thick as a child's arm, even the curled petals were being pulled further inside by the bark.

"This little bitch's cunt is really strong..." Her

smooth body convulsed, the vaginal opening contracting in agony like a small mouth, tightening again and again, trying to stop the foreign object from entering. This futile struggle, transmitted to Wu Kun's hands, transformed into waves of pleasurable tremors. He deliberately spun around Miss Liu's snowy buttocks, letting the sharp edge of the branch churn her tender orifice to shreds, before pressing down.

The wooden wedge easily tore through her flower core, plunging straight into her uterus. Blood gushed from between Miss Liu's thighs, the semen that had just been ejaculated being squeezed out. Her red lips parted wide, her snow-white throat straining upwards, emitting a gasping wail.

"How does it feel to have your cunt pierced?" Wu Kun grinned maliciously close to Miss Liu's ear, pushing hard, the branch piercing through the uterine wall and entering deep into her abdominal cavity.

Wu Kun released his grip, releasing all of Miss Liu's other acupoints except for the one that made her mute. Miss Liu immediately closed her legs, tightly clamping the branch, her slender hands covering her abdomen, blood splattering from the jade gate pierced by the branch, her beautiful face contorted in agony, a pitiful sight.

Wu Kun admired her for a moment, then, seeing her stuck on the branch, he twisted her wrist and pushed it above her head. Miss Liu, arms outstretched, writhed on the branch like a mermaid. The excruciating pain weakened her legs, making it impossible for her to grip the blood-soaked trunk. With each twist, the rough bark seeped into her thighs, splitting her round, white buttocks apart.

Master Liu paced frantically like an ant on a hot pan, frequently lashing out at the servants. Madam Liu wept bitterly at her desk, repeatedly crying out, "My daughter, my daughter..."

A gentle evening breeze carried the stench of blood, quickly diluted by the burning pine torches and the sweat of the crowd before it reached the steps.

Wu Kun steadily supported Miss Liu's beautiful buttocks, adjusting the angle of the curved branch to ensure it completely penetrated her body. Miss Liu was on the verge of death; more than half of the three-foot-long branch had entered her body, the tip even piercing her lungs, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"What a pity, what a pity..." Wu Kun said, fondling Miss Liu's fragrant breasts, "What a waste of such good flesh..." Wu

Kun smacked his lips, sniffing the dying girl's body with lustful desire. Miss Liu's body was still slowly descending, and her beautiful, watery eyes were already blurred; she was on her deathbed. Wu Kun no longer hesitated, gripping the bloody knife in one hand and grasping her full, jade-like breasts in the other. ********** ... The beautiful and alluring Miss Liu, a lady from a prestigious family, hung precariously from a branch, her naked body fully exposed in the rising sunlight. A thick branch, its bark still intact, pierced through her vulva, holding her suspended in mid-air. The wedge-shaped tip of the branch peeked out from her cherry lips, pressing bloodily against her tongue. The base of the branch was as thick as a bowl; not only was her vulva shattered, but her mons pubis was also torn apart, her entire genitals ravaged beyond recognition. The blood flowed from here, trickling down to the ground. Her round, snowy buttocks, like a split dumpling, were limply wedged into the branch. The branch's large diameter forced her legs apart, hanging down like swallowtails. Miss Liu's arms were stretched straight, pinned to the tree on either side. Because the branch was completely embedded in her body, from the side, she looked like a flying swallow, soaring through the lush green leaves. This posture made Miss Liu's breasts stand out high, their white skin etched with six blood-red characters: "Wu Kun was here." ***********Two*********** At noon, two riders and a carriage slowly made their way along the winding mountain road of Siming Mountain. "Madam Yan, after passing the next mountain pass is Shaoxing Prefecture, and in five days we'll reach Lin'an," said a man in his forties on horseback. A corner of the carriage window's blue curtain was lifted, revealing a beautiful face like a lotus blossom. "Uncle Yu, what are the sights of Shaoxing Prefecture like?" Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's. "Shaoxing is a wonderful place!" the man surnamed Yu began to chatter. "Beautiful mountains and clear waters, a land of plenty, with countless wealthy and famous people. Like Master Liu of Liu Family Village… sigh." Old Yu suddenly sighed, "Yesterday, while having a snack, I heard that something terrible happened in Liu Family Village. They say Miss Liu was murdered by thieves. Master Liu is such a good man, how could such a thing happen to him…" "What kind of thief is so skilled?" Madam Yan asked curiously. "These past few years, Jiangnan has been unsettled, with several elusive thieves appearing and disappearing like ghosts. Like Eagle Demon Du Dan, Cunning Fox Hu Lin, Blood Lily Guan Wei, and Blood Knife Wu Kun—I heard that Wu Kun was responsible for the Liu Family Village case. These guys are ruthless in their murders and robberies… sigh…" Old Yu sighed again. "Doesn't the government care?" "Care? How can the government care? Those people come and go without a trace; how could ordinary soldiers catch them?" Old Yu lowered his voice. "There's also a man in a green robe whose skills surpass these men's. He always injures someone severely with his attacks; I heard he even stole treasures from the imperial palace..." "Ah?" Madam Yan gently touched her chest. "So audacious?" The man who had been silent suddenly reined in his horse and called out, "I am Zhao Zhenchuan of the Weiyuan Escort Agency. May I ask your esteemed name?" A rough, hoarse laugh echoed from the mountain valley. A man in black robes stood up on a rock and shouted, "I am Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade! Lay down your valuables, and I'll spare your life!"

Old Yu's eyes sharpened, and he straightened his back as if he were a different person, reaching for his short spear from the side of the saddle. Speak of the devil, and he appears; having encountered this ruthless figure, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Zhao Zhenchuan stretched out his arm to block Old Yu, staring at Wu Kun for a long while, then untied the package from his back and threw it to the roadside .

"There's more!" Wu Kun said nonchalantly, clutching his bloody knife, completely disregarding the two bodyguards.

Zhao Zhenchuan turned his horse around and walked to the carriage, whispering a few words. After a moment, the carriage curtain moved, and a slender, fair hand handed over a package.

Zhao Zhenchuan threw down the package, "The valuables are all here."

In a fleeting glance, that delicate hand had captivated Wu Kun's soul. He stared greedily at the carriage curtain, licked his lips, and sneered, "Leave the goods in the carriage for me too!"

Zhao Zhenchuan's face changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Wu, don't push your luck!"

"Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are! So what if I bully you!"

"These are the family members of Lord Xu from the capital. Don't make the wrong move.

" Wu Kun sneered, "Even the Queen Mother of the West would have to stay for me!"

Zhao Zhenchuan, wary of Wu Kun's fierce reputation, originally wanted to settle things peacefully and send the main character away before making further plans. Seeing that this matter was unlikely to be resolved amicably, he immediately took out a fist-sized steel ball, flicked a mechanism, opened a soft shield, then drew a willow-leaf knife from his waist and said coldly, "You, surnamed Wu, do you think you can easily defeat us brothers?" Before

Wu Kun could answer, a soft, charming female voice suddenly came from the side: "What about adding my little sister?"

A woman in red had appeared behind the group without them noticing. She was strikingly beautiful, short in stature but with a full bust and shapely hips, quite alluring. Leaning against a large tree, she smiled at the group, tossing two small beads between her fingers.

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Madam Yan: Twenty-five years old. Originally a courtesan from Taizhou, she was taken as a concubine by Lord Xu of the capital and thus sent to Lin'an for escort.

Zhao Zhenchuan: Escort at the Weiyuan Escort Agency. Escorted Madam Yan to Lin'an.

Lao Yu: Escort at the Weiyuan Escort Agency.

Guan Wei: Twenty-eight years old. One of the notorious bandits of Jiangnan, she favors red clothing, is skilled in using concealed weapons, and is bloodthirsty and murderous, known as the Blood Lily.

Zhao Zhenchuan was the most skilled escort at the Weiyuan Escort Agency, but even he was outmatched by Wu Kun's cunning and ruthless swordsmanship, and was soon forced into a disadvantageous position. Lao Yu quickly stepped forward with his spear, and together they barely managed to hold off Wu Kun.

Lady Yan sat in the carriage, listening to the clashing of weapons outside, her heart trembling with fear.

Suddenly, a soft clang rang out, and Zhao Zhenchuan shouted sharply, "Hidden weapon! Little..." Before he could finish speaking, Old Yu let out a scream.

Zhao Zhenchuan used his soft shield to block two steel needles, but a small silver bead struck him between the eyebrows. His vision went black, then his waist and abdomen suddenly jolted, and he was sent flying lightly into the air. He opened his eyes in mid-air and found that his lower body was still firmly on the ground.

Blood streamed down Wu Kun's face. He wiped it away casually and then pulled down the carriage curtain. He saw a beautifully dressed young woman huddled trembling in the carriage, her jade-like hands clasped to her chest. It was the woman he had just seen. She was dressed as an official's wife, wearing a lake-green silk blouse and a light red pleated skirt. Her hair was styled in an exquisite bun, but her veil had fallen to the side.

Wu Kun grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her off the carriage, scrutinizing her closely in the sunlight. The beautiful woman had snow-white skin and a delicate face, full figure and slender frame. Though terrified, she still possessed a captivating and alluring charm. She clung to Wu Kun's legs, pleading tearfully, "Sir, spare me! Sir, spare me!"

Wu Kun embraced Madam Yan's jade-like neck, touching and licking her face. "This woman is quite beautiful!"

Guan Wei rolled her eyes at Wu Kun. "What's so good about her? She's just a whore! She just killed Miss Liu and fled to this remote mountain forest to avoid the storm, but she still can't change her bad habits!"

Wu Kun cursed, "Go to hell! What's wrong with me playing with a woman? I'm not marrying her!"

Xue Baihe angrily leaped onto a rock, sulking to herself.

This was a vital route for travelers from north and south, bustling with merchants. Wu Kun, however, paid no heed. He tossed Madam Yan to

the ground, ripped off her long skirt right there on the road, and pulled down her underpants, revealing her plump, white buttocks. Madam Yan lay prone on the ground, the body of the bodyguard lying tragically before her. She tightly closed her beautiful eyes, humiliated in broad daylight on a busy road, her lower body exposed to humiliation.

Wu Kun slapped the woman's plump buttocks forcefully, praising, "The women of officials are different indeed. What plump buttocks! So white and big, and fucking fragrant..." He then bit down hard on her buttocks, leaving two rows of bleeding teeth marks.

"Ah—" Madam Yan cried out in pain, her body trembling violently.

Wu Kun spread her smooth buttocks, his erect penis aimed at her dry vagina, and forcefully thrust inside. Madam Yan trembled, biting her lip tightly. Her underpants, trailing behind her knees, trembled like leaves in the wind.

Wu Kun half-squatted, his hands gripping Mei Ji's slender waist, his penis thrusting in and out of her plump, snowy buttocks. The flesh of her buttocks was like a lump of extremely sticky oil, constantly deforming under the thrusting of his penis. Her vagina was not yet wet, relying solely on the natural slipperiness and softness of the vaginal walls to allow the penis to enter. However, this only made Mei Ji more painful. She clenched her teeth tightly, occasionally letting out muffled groans of extreme pain from her nostrils.

The penis laboriously moved in and out of the tight cavity, the penis rolling in and out along with the bright red tender flesh, but without making a sound.

Half an hour later, the vagina gradually became wet, and Wu Kun's thrusts became increasingly rough. The penis plunged deep in, each time slamming hard against the clitoris before withdrawing. But it would immediately thrust in again, not allowing the woman beneath him a moment's respite.

The beautiful woman's abdomen ached from his fierce thrusts, her clitoris sliding back and forth before his glans, offering no respite. If the penis were to strike her directly, the vicious glans forcing its way into her, the pain would be excruciating, like being torn apart.

Under the blazing midday sun, a beautiful woman knelt on the ground, her ornate robe with gold buttons and jade clasps slipped down to her waist, her lower body naked, her snow-white buttocks gleaming in the air, being wantonly thrust into by a man as black as iron.

The beautiful woman's face was snow-white, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. Her round, white buttocks, raised high, were covered in fine beads of sweat, and a rich fragrance emanated from her pores. Such a beautiful woman should be kept in a golden palace, cherished like a treasure, but now she was being humiliated in the wilderness, being penetrated until she cried out in pain and wailed.

"That bitch's moans are really nice." Wu Kun, still not satisfied, pulled up his pants, his toes teasing around Madam Yan's smooth crotch.

"Want to hear it? No problem. I'll tear her cunt apart and let you hear it to your heart's content." Blood Lily said coldly, her five fingers like hooks, grabbing towards Madam Yan's crotch.

Mei Ji cried out, "Spare me! Please spare me..."

Wu Kun raised his hand to stop Guan Wei, "Don't be hasty." Guan

Wei's face changed, "You bastard! You've already fucked her, what more do you want? Do you want to keep her around to play with her?" Wu Kun shook off her hand and said impatiently, "I, Wu Kun, never go back on my promise! As for her..." Wu Kun stepped on Madam Yan's delicate body, licked his lips and sneered, "Such beautiful flesh, it would be a pity to waste it..." ********** ...

Guan Wei nestled against Wu Kun's chest, whimpering, "I've really had enough of this kind of life. Brother Kun, let's quit... let's go buy a house in Jiaxing..."

Wu Kun was rummaging through his belongings, clicking his tongue, "This bitch is quite rich."

Guan Wei shoved him, angrily saying, "Did you hear me?"

"What are you yelling about!" Wu Kun angrily raised his hand, as if to hit her.

"You dare hit me?!" Guan Wei pointed at Wu Kun's nose and shouted, "You bastard, you killed Miss Liu, and angered Qiu Chuji of the Quanzhen Sect. I came here to help you out of kindness, and you dare hit me!"

"Qiu Chuji is nothing! I'm not afraid of him! Need your help? Get lost!"

Madam Yan was so frightened that she fell silent, prostrate on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

"Fine, fine..." Blood Lily gritted her teeth and said, "You, surnamed Wu, don't regret it!" With that, she turned and left.

Wu Kun strode forward, blocking her path, and snapped, "You think you can just leave like that? You're really obedient!"

His voice softened, "Don't go."

Guan Wei's tears streamed down her face.

Wu Kun clumsily picked a gold hairpin from Madam Yan's bundle and pinned it behind Guan Wei's head. "I've just made a name for myself, how can I stop now? When my name, Wu Kun, surpasses Du Dan and Hu Lin, and the whole world knows who I am, then I'll talk about washing my hands of this." Guan Wei sobbed,

"Why did you save me two years ago?"

"I was going to settle scores with the Chen brothers, and I just happened to run into them," Wu Kun said nonchalantly. "Don't cry, don't cry." Guan

Wei wiped her tears, "I know I'm dirty, I'm sorry. I don't care if you play around with women, but you can't treat me like this..."

She was originally a disciple of a prestigious sect, but at sixteen, shortly after leaving the mountain, she was captured by her sect's enemies and suffered years of humiliation. Later, in a bloody battle, her sect wiped out their enemies, but they no longer recognized her as the disciple who had brought shame upon the sect. This incident drastically changed Guan Wei's personality, turning her into a notorious womanizer in the martial arts world. Two years prior, she had a feud with the Chen brothers, and they agreed to settle things once and for all. She went to the meeting alone, but unexpectedly, the Chen brothers had gathered many helpers and set a trap to capture her again, subjecting her to brutal torture.

Wu Kun, who was new to the martial arts world at the time, accidentally rescued her. The two joined forces to slaughter everyone involved in the incident, including the entire Chen family, using exceptionally cruel methods. Almost none of those killed had intact corpses. Guan Wei thus earned the nickname "Blood Lily," and she developed deep feelings for Wu Kun.

Years of humiliation and depravity made her ashamed, and she tolerated Wu Kun's acts of sexual assault and rape, only making two demands: first, each woman could only be used once; second, after use, she could be killed without exception.

Wu Kun readily agreed, and then, in front of her, he brutally murdered one of his lovers, a courtesan, to express his feelings and thus they secretly became husband and wife. However, the two would quarrel incessantly after only a few days together. After several such quarrels, they simply went their separate ways and each made a name for themselves in the martial arts world. No one knew that these two notorious thieves were actually husband and wife.

Wu Kun suddenly exclaimed, "Damn it!"

"What's wrong?"

"I was so busy fucking this bitch that I forgot to leave my name behind. Who knows I was the one who robbed and killed the Weiyuan Escort Agency?"

"Forget it. I heard that Qiu Chuji's senior and junior brothers have also arrived in Jiangnan. If they hear about it and come looking for us, we'll be in trouble."

Wu Kun angrily said, "That scoundrel Qiu Chuji only started out two years before me, and he's already made such a big name—I'll kill him one of these days!"

"His master is the Chongyang Master, who won the Nine Yin Manual at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and is the number one martial artist in the world." Guan Wei sighed, "Brother Kun, you're always so obsessed with reputation. That green-robed man committed so many big crimes, but he didn't leave his name..."

"A person leaves a name behind, a goose leaves a shadow. What did someone say? Either you'll be remembered for a hundred generations, or you'll be remembered for a thousand years!"

Guan Wei chuckled softly, smoothing Wu Kun's clothes. Her eyes darted to Madam Yan on the ground, "You filthy bitch, come and serve Master Wu!"

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This was an ancient temple nestled in the mountains, long abandoned and rarely visited. Wu Kun and Blood Lily had found refuge here to avoid trouble.

As the sun set, Madam Yan knelt on the ground, her pretty face buried between Wu Kun's legs, working diligently. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back, almost completely obscuring her body; with each movement of her head, her slightly upturned, snowy buttocks appeared and disappeared.

Wu Kun squinted, enjoying the meticulous care of the beauty's lips and tongue.

Guan Wei drew some spring water, frowning, "Why aren't you finished yet? Hurry up."

Wu Kun pressed Madam Yan's head down, thrusting wildly into her red lips. As he ejaculated, Madam Yan immediately collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.

"Fuck your mother! Lick it clean!"

"Yes." Madam Yan obediently replied, sticking out her soft little tongue to lick up the remaining semen coughed up on the ground.

Guan Wei finished lighting the fire and boiling the water, then came over and kicked Madam Yan, making her crawl to the temple entrance with her buttocks facing outwards. Then she bent down and spread the beautiful woman's round buttocks to take a look.

Inside the white buttocks, a pink fleshy opening was tightly closed, surrounded by chrysanthemum-petal-like patterns, delicate and charming. Blood Lily chuckled and raised her head, now holding a three-inch-long iron hook. She spread her buttocks with one hand and used the other to shove the iron hook into her anus. The curved hook, with its iron-black sheen, sank into the rear passage, and with a slight pull, it immediately tore through the intestinal wall.

"Ah..." Madam Yan screamed in agony, the excruciating pain in her anus causing her to struggle desperately. But suddenly, a heavy weight pressed down on her back, a large foot firmly planted on her waist, crushing her like a massive boulder.

"We have no grudge against each other, please spare me... It hurts..." Madam Yan's delicate brows furrowed, her soft voice trembling with pain.

"Bear with it, Master Wu wants to eat your flesh. It won't hurt after you've washed and skinned you." Blood Lily's lips curled into a cold smile, a stark contrast to the fragile Guan Wei who had just been so easily moved to tears.

Madam Yan hadn't expected that the two men had brought her here to eat her flesh. Hearing this, her face paled instantly,

even her cries faltering.

Blood Lily's slender white fingers twisted gently, using the hook tip to make a semi-circular incision inside her intestines to sever them. Then, hooking the intestinal wall, she pulled it out. A section of red intestine emerged effortlessly. She threw down the iron hook and, with her bare hands, slowly pulled out the rectum.

Between Mei Ji's plump, white buttocks, a red intestine grew longer and longer with each pull. The intestines varied in thickness and were incredibly elastic; the small anus swelled and shrank, like a cute little mouth, continuously spitting out wet intestinal contents.

With each section pulled out, Madam Yan cried out "Ah!" Blood Lily alternated her hands, pulling and pulling incessantly, while Mei Ji cried out softly, "Ah ah!

" Wu Kun, beaming, said, "Let me do it!"

Guan Wei glared at him and tossed the intestine into his hand. Wu Kun swung his arm, pulling it out a full foot or so. Madam Yan let out a "Ugh," feeling a slippery sensation in her anus, her abdominal cavity feeling empty, as if it had been hollowed out.

Before long, a pile of intestines had formed beneath Mei Ji's high, snowy buttocks, but the intestines continued to gurgle and slurp

incessantly inside the anus. Wu Kun laughed, "Tomorrow I'll send these things to the Xu residence and let them know that it was I, Wu Kun the Bloodthirsty Blade, who fucked Lord Xu's wife half to death, and then dug out this beauty's intestines clean from her anus!"

As he spoke, his hand tightened, and the intestines were pulled out to the end. Wu Kun pulled hard, pulling out a string of organs of various shapes.

Madam Yan gasped for breath, her anus slowly closing. The slight bloodstains around her anus had long been diluted by the abdominal fluid, leaving only a layer of glistening mucus between her plump, white buttocks; everything else remained the same.

Wu Kun released his foot, and Mei Ji immediately collapsed to the ground. She trembled, pulling her limbs together, her right hand tucked between her legs to cover her lower body, seemingly still unable to believe that her intestines had been forcibly removed.

Blood Lily stepped on her knee, parting Madam Yan's two fair legs, then bent down, grabbed the hair on her mons pubis, and flipped it upwards, examining the exquisite beauty of her vulva.

Wu Kun stretched out his hand, "I'll do it!"

Blood Lily slapped his hand, "Your hand is so big, what if you break Madam's cunt? That wouldn't be fun." She continued her nagging, "Last time, that youngest daughter of the Xu family, still a virgin, you grabbed her and tore off a clump of flesh and hair, it was disgusting."

"Damn! That girl's cunt is too tender." Wu Kun reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Madam Yan looked at the two blankly, weakly saying, "No..."

"Don't be afraid, it's just taking out your cunt for Master Wu to drink with..." Blood Lily's five fingers were pressed together, like blades, and inserted into Madam Yan's warm, moist jade gate.

The delicate petals gently writhed around her fair wrist. Madam Yan's jade face was snow-white, and she painfully arched her back. After pulling out her intestines, her empty waist and abdomen became even more slender, seemingly able to be grasped with one hand.

Blood Lily pressed down on the slightly protruding clitoris, her five fingers spread wide, grasping the tender flesh completely in her hand, then pulling it out forcefully.

Madam Yan's throat tightened, her jade legs straightening. The flesh walls, cervix, uterus, ovaries… connected to the clitoris…

were all distorted by the pulling.

Blood Lily's wet arm withdrew inch by inch from the vaginal opening, finally revealing her clenched fist. In her hand was an unusually tender, red mass.

The clitoris, hidden deep within, was pulled to the entrance, the excruciating pain causing Madam Yan to scream repeatedly. But Blood Lily remained unmoved, instead teasing the clitoris with amusement.

The slippery flesh walls then turned inside out, each layer of delicate folds being flattened. From the outside, it appeared as if a blood-red cone of flesh was slowly emerging from between the beautiful woman's thighs, the tip being the twisted clitoris, and below it, the bright red flesh walls, layer upon layer, turning outwards from the inside.

"Here, and there's what you shot out," Blood Lily chuckled, pointing to the faint white liquid on the flesh.

Wu Kun took it and, with a quick tug, the tender red flesh twitched violently, revealing Mei Ji's genitals completely inside out, like a juicy, blood-red sausage hanging between her thighs, fresh and tender.

Wu Kun drew his knife and cut off the exposed flesh, along with the mons pubis and labia, then flipped it back into place like turning over a sack. The elastic flesh immediately returned to its original shape, except this time the entire vaginal canal, along with the uterus, was exposed to the air, leaving only a fist-sized black wound on Mei Ji's exposed lower abdomen.

"You filthy bitch, never seen your own cunt before?" Wu Kun threw the bloody flesh at Madam Yan's face, laughing wickedly, "Take a closer look."

The dripping blood clung to her eyelashes, seeping into Mei Ji's bright eyes. She was no longer able to open her genitals; she could only await death to release her.

Wu Kun grabbed Madam Yan's crimson nipple and, with a gruesome knife, sliced it off as if cutting through a lump of fat, severing the entire round breast. "These breasts are plump and tender, so smooth and delicate, perfect for soup. And let's stir-fry a beautiful woman's cunt..." The only dishes they intended to eat were these two; the initial disembowelment was merely for amusement.

As her two snow-white breasts were severed and placed upside down on a plate like jade bowls, Madam Yan breathed her last. The blood in her eyes flowed like tears, trickling down her temples. This gentle and submissive beauty died without understanding why they would be so cruel to someone she had only met by chance...

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Flames rose, and an enticing aroma wafted from the pot. Wu Kun, crude and uncultured, cruel and bloodthirsty, possessed excellent culinary skills. Although salt and vinegar were scarce in the mountains, this jade breast soup was still exquisitely prepared.

Seeing the broth in the pot turn milky white and smell incredibly fragrant, Wu Kun was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands together and called out, "Wife! Come and taste my cooking!"

Guan Wei was about to take a step when suddenly, a figure appeared in the temple.

The person was tall and thin, wearing a blue robe, with an extremely strange expression. His eyes seemed to still be able to move slightly, but otherwise, his muscles, nose, and mouth were all stiff as wood or stone—a dead head on a living body.

Upon seeing this, Guan Wei immediately felt a chill run down her spine. She was also a ruthless woman who had killed countless people, but the moment her eyes met this face, she quickly looked away, unable to bear it any longer, her heart pounding.

Not hearing Guan Wei's reply, Wu Kun turned around in surprise. Even with his ruthless nature, he couldn't help but be startled when he suddenly saw that face.

The strange figure moved swiftly, and without any apparent movement, he was already standing in front of the pot. Wu Kun was right next to him, yet he heard not a sound, as if facing a ghost. Suppressing his fear, he roared, "What kind of monster are you?!"

The strange man seemed not to hear him, directly lifting the pot lid. When he saw the jade-like breasts bubbling in the soup, his eyes widened in shock.

"Monster! Take this!" Wu Kun used all his strength in his attack, the bloody blade whistling as it slashed towards the strange man's neck. The strange

man didn't even glance at the bloody blade, which seemed to have carried countless wronged souls. Only when the blade was about to strike did he step to the side with lightning speed, flicking his sleeve to overturn the covered bowl on the table. Inside the bowl was a lump of bloody, tender flesh, its tip clearly red and white, with a jade mound and red petals—a complete jade vulva.

Wu Kun's strike missed its mark. Terrified, he quickly sheathed his blade and retreated to Guan Wei's side, staring at the strange man in the green robe with suspicion, unsure whether he was human or ghost.

The strange man's face was extremely ugly, yet his eyes were clear and divine. He glanced around, then suddenly darted to a corner of the hall.

A beautiful corpse lay on the ground, her jade-like body covered in blood. Her breasts had been cut off at the root, leaving only two round bloody marks on her chest, and her private parts had been completely gouged out.

The strange man stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "Who did this?"

Blood Lily didn't answer. With a flick of her wrist, she scattered a handful of fine needles. The strange man caught them with a flick of his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "Was it you?"

Blood Lily's ferocity flared up. She gritted her teeth and said, "So what if it was!" She shot out with both hands, two Buddha tooth beads flying out with a sharp whoosh.

These Buddha tooth beads were rare treasures she had acquired by chance. They were exceptionally hard and could not be damaged by metal or stone. In this desolate mountain temple, suddenly encountering such a strange and unpredictable man, Blood Lily immediately used her most powerful hidden weapon.

"Good, good, good..." the strange man exclaimed, but his face remained expressionless, devoid of any smile, still deathly still.

Suddenly, one of the fine needles, which the strange man had tucked into his sleeve, flew out,

striking the Buddha's tooth bead with lightning speed. With a loud "bang," the Buddha's tooth bead, harder than gold and stone, was shattered by the light, thin needle.

The strange man seemed somewhat surprised. His eyes flashed, and his smooth, slender left hand emerged from his sleeve, deftly picking up another Buddha's tooth bead between his fingers.

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Kun's forehead. He now knew the newcomer was human, not a ghost, but he never dreamed such skill existed in the world. Before

Blood Lily could strike, the strange man in the green robe flicked his finger, and the Buddha's tooth bead pierced through her shoulder with ten times the initial speed.

Guan Wei screamed and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. This attack not only crippled her right arm but also severely injured her meridians.

Wu Kun roared and swung his knife down at the strange man. The strange man's thumb and forefinger were touching, while the other three fingers were slightly raised, resembling an orchid. With a graceful and elegant movement, he swept a finger across Wu Kun's arm, sealing his Quchi acupoint. Then, he snatched the blood-soaked knife from Wu Kun and cleaved it in two.

Wu Kun clutched his arm, cold sweat pouring down his back. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered someone. "Are you the Green-Robed Guest?"

The Green-Robed Guest's name wasn't particularly well-known in the martial arts world, simply because very few had actually seen him. Legend had it that seven years ago, he infiltrated the imperial palace and stole over a hundred pieces of calligraphy, paintings, and antiques—all treasures from the forbidden palace—as if entering an empty house. At the time, the martial arts world was abuzz with the story, but it ultimately fizzled out.

The strange Green-Robed Guest raised his hand and peeled off a piece of human skin from his face. He revealed a lean and handsome figure, elegant and refined, with a serene and focused demeanor. The man coldly said, "You don't recognize the Finger Flicking Skill or the Orchid Flicking Acupoint Hand?"

Huang Yaoshi: Thirty-seven years old, master of Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea. He was aloof and arrogant, exceptionally intelligent. He was proficient in everything—literary talent, martial arts, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, mathematics, strategy, even medicine, divination, astrology, and the Five Elements.

Five years ago, he debated swordsmanship with Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Ouyang Feng, the master of White Camel Mountain, Hong Qi, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and Duan Zhixing, the king of Dali, atop Mount Hua, vying for the *Nine Yin Manual*. He was a staunch opponent of Confucianism and Mencius, deeply despising traditional etiquette, and his actions were unpredictable; he was known as

the Eastern Heretic. Guan Wei, knowing she was doomed, steeled her resolve and lunged at Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi raised both hands, seizing her left wrist and shoulder like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit.

A scream rang out, and a spray of blood erupted from Guan Wei's shoulder; her entire left arm had been ripped off. She lay on the ground, writhing in agony. Wu Kun's face was ashen; his usual ferocity had vanished, replaced by cold sweat.

Huang Yaoshi calmly discarded the severed arm. "Who are you?" he asked. "I

am Wu Kun, and she is Blood Lily Guan Wei..." Wu Kun stammered, explaining their identities.

Huang Yaoshi coldly said, "You two have committed countless evils. It's no wonder you die at my hands today."

"Spare me, spare me..." Wu Kun begged for mercy repeatedly. Seeing Huang Yaoshi's face ashen, he suddenly shouted, "This bitch did all this! I'm willing to kill her with my own hands, let her suffer to the point of death, and avenge Madam Xu!"

In this life-or-death situation, he no longer cared about his marital relationship; he only wanted to kill Guan Wei to appease Huang Yaoshi's anger.

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Huang Yaoshi arrogantly wiped the blood from his hands, ignoring the two men. Wu Kun only hoped that he would spare his life, so he mustered his strength, his legs trembling, and dragged the blood-soaked Guan Wei to the table, stripping her clean.

Guan Wei was petite with fair skin, but years of sadistic life had made her body exceptionally developed. Her two large, fleshy breasts stood out like balls on her chest. The areolas, the size of a palm, were purplish-black, just like the nipples, clearly from being played with by countless men. Her genitals were also purplish-black. The labia were unusually thick, separated by a finger-thick slit—these labia had never closed since the day her enemy defiled her.

Wu Kun, focused only on self-preservation, immediately pressed Guan Wei to the ground, forcing her to kneel upright against the wooden table. He then took out her large breasts and placed them side-by-side on the table, pinching the nipples and stretching the elastic orbs into long, round shapes.

Guan Wei stared at him blankly, her voice trembling as she said, "Brother Kun..."

Wu Kun avoided her gaze and lowered his head to manipulate her breasts. He took out two four-inch-long steel needles from his pouch and forcefully stabbed them into the table, pinching her nipples. Guan Wei's arms were broken, and she could only kneel stiffly beside the table, watching helplessly as her husband nailed her breasts firmly to the table. On the mottled lacquered table, two plump, white breasts stood side by side, their nipples, pierced by the steel needles, slightly upturned, like two purplish-black grapes.

Wu Kun went behind Guan Wei, grabbed her snowy buttocks, and lifted them up, exposing one of her large, smooth buttocks. Guan Wei's chin slammed heavily against the table, and she felt a sudden wave of dizziness. She suddenly felt ridiculous; her cunt, which had been penetrated and played with by countless men, was now being gouged out by her husband's own hands—it was only right.

Wu Kun glanced at Huang Yaoshi, who was expressionless and indifferent, clearly not caring about their lives. Wu Kun gritted his teeth, picked up the sharp ox-ear knife from the kitchen cabinet, and plunged it straight into Guan Wei's perineum. The two orifices above and below the blade tightened simultaneously, causing her pale buttocks to tremble violently.

Guan Wei screamed frantically, "Cut! Cut! Cut it out and it'll be clean!" Wu Kun ,

fearing her words would anger Huang Yaoshi and kill him as well, twisted his wrist, slicing the blade along the edge of her vulva to above her mons pubis. Blood gushed from Guan Wei's lower body; she screamed and straightened her legs.

Wu Kun simply sealed her acupoints, plunging the ox-ear-shaped blade all the way to the base of her mons pubis, then slicing it down in an arc from the other side, connecting with the cut at her perineum.

A leaf-shaped wound was cut into Guan Wei's snowy buttocks, her entire vulva slipping out, the surrounding cuts neatly turned upside down, blood gushing from the swollen purple petals.

Wu Kun inserted his five fingers into the cut, grabbed the soft vulva and pulled it out, tearing out her vagina, bladder, and uterus.

Guan Wei screamed; an oval-shaped, bottomless hole of blood instantly appeared in the middle of her snow-white buttocks. Her throat made a hissing sound, and her pupils gradually dilated.

Wu Kun grabbed her shoulders, his dagger plunging into Guan Wei's bosom, flicking upwards from her breast. The elongated breast on the table jerked violently, becoming a hemispherical sphere that bounced incessantly.

The two breasts severed from her body, Guan Wei's jade-like skin splattered with blood, like a lily bathed in blood. She lay there blankly on the table, her round buttocks, now stripped of their genitals, staring blankly at Wu Kun, "Brother Kun..."

Wu Kun lowered the dagger, kneeling before Huang Yaoshi, his voice hoarse, "I have killed that vixen, Blood Lily!"

Huang Yaoshi stared at him, his eyes gleaming, without saying a word. Wu

Kun cautiously said, "Would you like to... try my cooking...? This demoness's breasts are so soft and plump, steamed they're the most delicious..." The light in Guan Wei's eyes gradually dimmed, finally disappearing. "Hahaha..." Huang Yaoshi suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was like a hammer blow to Wu Kun's ears, heart, and mind... Wu Kun's blood surged, he felt extremely uncomfortable . After only two laughs, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. ********** ... Last night he was in a dilapidated temple on Siming Mountain, but now he lay on a small boat, facing an endless sea. Wu Kun stared blankly for a long time, vaguely sensing something was wrong, as if he had lost something important. Suddenly, Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat—the waves surged before him, and he couldn't hear a single sound! Not only the waves, but everything in the world seemed to have lost its sound; birds flying and fish leaping were all silent. Wu Kun's eyes widened, and he clutched his ears, pulling and tugging, trying to find the sound, but apart from the stinging pain in his ear canals, there was no sound at all. A fierce-looking man was steering the boat from the back. He had a full beard, a rough expression, and two blood-red eyes stared fiercely at Wu Kun. His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of phlegm. "I'm deaf!" Wu Kun roared. Opening his mouth, he discovered that only half of his tongue remained!

A faint blue shadow moved before his eyes, and Huang Yaoshi slowly approached. Upon meeting his arrogant gaze, Wu Kun immediately shrank back. Huang Yaoshi disdainfully tossed a bronze plaque in front of him. Wu Kun shrank back as he picked it up and saw that one side was engraved with a peach blossom, and the other side bore two large, dark characters: "Dumb Servant."

A chill ran through him, and Wu Kun, clutching his head, knelt weakly on the deck, drifting further and further away on the azure sea with the rise and fall of the waves.

Dumb Servant: A servant of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi once said, "I am not a gentleman, and I am known in the martial arts world as 'Eastern Heretic,' so naturally I disdain associating with gentlemen. The more wicked my servants are, the more they suit my taste." Therefore, he traveled the world, and whenever he encountered ungrateful and wicked people, he would cut off their muteness and deafness, capturing them and bringing them to the island to serve him.

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Wu Kun, being both deaf and mute, only saw the four people bowing and greeting him respectfully, but he couldn't hear a single word.

Later, he learned that these were the four disciples of Peach Blossom Island: Qu Lingfeng, Chen Xuanfeng, Mei Chaofeng, and Lu Chengfeng.

Upon entering the island, he found himself surrounded by a dense network of paths, winding and intricate like a spider's web. After walking only a dozen or so paces, Wu Kun became dizzy and disoriented. He dared not look again, but simply lowered his head and followed closely behind the others.

After walking several miles, they rounded a hill and came upon a meadow. To the north of the meadow was a bamboo grove. In the grove stood a pavilion made of bamboo branches, extremely elegant. The plaque above the pavilion read "Jicui Pavilion," and a couplet hung on either side: "A divine sword flies amidst the peach blossom shadows; a jade flute plays amidst the rising tide of the blue sea." Beside the pavilion grew two large pine trees, their branches gnarled and twisted, likely hundreds of years old. Inside the pavilion were several bamboo tables and chairs, relatively new in design, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

Huang Yaoshi sat down and gave a few instructions, after which Mei Ruohua led Wu Kun away.

Mei Ruohua was only sixteen years old, with a light and graceful figure. She walked along, parting the flowers and willows, her supple waist swaying gently. Wu Kun could see her clearly from behind, but dared not harbor any fantasies.

They hadn't gone far when Chen Xuanfeng caught up from behind and walked alongside Mei Ruohua. After a few words of laughter, Mei Ruohua became reproachful. Chen Xuanfeng grinned, hooked his arm around a tree branch, and with a light and agile leap, flipped several feet. Mei Ruohua gave chase, and the two of them, one after the other, darted into the flowerbeds like eagles and swallows.

Wu Kun dared not move an inch, standing there dumbfounded. These two were much younger than him, and had only learned a little bit of martial arts, yet their skills were already superior to his. What level of skill must Huang Yaoshi himself possess?

That day, Huang Yaoshi only made three moves, and his methods were not as ruthless as those of the couple, but his arrogant and domineering demeanor terrified the heartless Wu Kun. Before him, Wu Kun felt like a tiny ant;

all his ambition and untamed spirit vanished without a trace. A moment later, Mei Ruohua returned to the forest, her face still flushed, as beautiful as a peach blossom. Wu Kun followed closely behind, watching her pluck a rose from a branch, carefully plucking each petal with a thoughtful expression, a mixture of reproach and delight.

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Meanwhile, another notorious bandit, Hu Lin, was also there, working as a gardener.

There were dozens of mute servants on the island. Besides the three of them, Ding Baipeng, Qiao Yong, and a dozen others were also well-known martial arts figures. The remaining servants were either cruel officials or unscrupulous merchants; none were good people. These were all gloomy and ruthless villains, and although they were servants on the same island, they rarely interacted.

Wu Kun lived at the foot of Finger Snap Peak on the west side of the island, next to Qingyin Cave, only three miles from the seashore, and separated from Huang Yaoshi's hermitage by a bamboo grove, about a mile away. He was only responsible for the island lord's meals; the disciples and mute servants had their own kitchen, so the work wasn't too heavy. Besides the four daily meals delivered to him, Wu Kun cooked and prepared according to Huang Yaoshi's recipes. Even disregarding martial arts, this recipe alone was enough to impress Wu Kun; he had studied it for three whole years, never having put in such effort even when practicing martial arts. Wu Kun knew that what he had learned was merely a small part of the vast and profound skills of the Eastern Heretic.

Over three years, Wu Kun had become accustomed to the silent world. He not only learned to "speak" sign language with gestures but also to "hear" lip movements with his eyes. He could discern his master's words from subtle lip movements.

Huang Yaoshi took in two more disciples, Wu Mianfeng and Feng Mofeng. These six disciples, plus the mute servant, made up dozens of masters and disciples on the island. Only Mei Ruohua, a woman, stood out like a single red flower amidst a sea of green. Although the disciples harbored affection for her, they dared not express it outwardly, fearing their master's strictness.

The disciples of Peach Blossom Island often practiced martial arts in the bamboo forest and the Sword Testing Pavilion. In their leisure time, they would play the flute or wield calligraphy, each one elegant and dashing.

Huang Yaoshi seemed in no hurry to send his disciples into the martial world. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen under Wang Chongyang were already renowned throughout the land, while the six disciples of Peach Blossom Island remained secluded deep within the peach blossoms, carefree and content, like immortals.

Wu Kun, his martial arts skills intact and his knowledge vast, could discern the varying levels of skill among the disciples. His two junior disciples, having only recently joined

the sect, were unremarkable, while any one of the other four disciples surpassed him, enough to dominate the world. He often thought of the martial world that no longer belonged to him, wondering what kind of upheaval would ensue if they one day mastered their skills and left the island

… Wu Kun could never have imagined that their departure and their eventual fate would be so different from his expectations.

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To rejoin his master, he repeatedly broke into the palace to steal paintings, calligraphy, and antiques, ultimately dying alongside the martial arts master Shi Yanming due to his crippled legs. He left behind a daughter and later returned to Peach Blossom Island.

Chen Xuanfeng: After leaving the island, his martial arts went astray, becoming famous in the martial arts world for his Heart-Shattering Palm and Nine Yin White Bone Claw, known as the "Copper Corpse," and later died in the desert.

Mei Chaofeng: Originally named Mei Ruohua. After leaving the island, she killed countless people to practice the Nine Yin Manual, known as the "Iron Corpse," and was known as one of the "Black Wind Duo" with Chen Xuanfeng. She later died in Niujia Village,

Lin'an, only returning to her master's sect on her deathbed.

Lu Chengfeng: Later, he lived in seclusion at Guiyun Manor in Taihu Lake, and was able to rejoin his master's sect sixteen years later. Wu Mianfeng: After leaving the island, he was depressed, suffered from illness, and died young. Feng

Mofeng: He made a living as a blacksmith and later died in the Mongol army.

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In the early summer of this year, Wu Kun was in the kitchen burning the "Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms" painting.

This dish is made with one lamb rump, one pig's ear, and one veal kidney, combined with strips of venison leg and rabbit meat. Each chew offers a different flavor—sometimes rich and tender, sometimes sweet and crisp—a myriad of tastes, as unpredictable and ever-changing as the techniques of a martial arts master.

The aroma wafting from the pot suddenly reminded Wu Kun of a dish from long ago—a milky white broth, with plump, round breasts exuding a rich fragrance, their swollen nipples red and tender, seemingly carrying a sweet, milky aroma…

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Wu Kun threw down the spatula, crawled behind the door, and began vigorously masturbating his hardened penis. He was a lecherous man, and these three years of imprisonment had pent up his pent-up desire, which he could only release with his fingers.

After a long while, Wu Kun released his sticky hands, slammed his head against the wall, his forehead pounding against it repeatedly, his teeth grinding together. The burning lust subsided slightly, but the flames in his eyes still burned brightly.

Suddenly, a peach blossom on the wall bloomed. Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly straightened his clothes, staring intently at the blossom.

The mute servant was deaf and mute, unable to use the copper bell to send messages, so Huang Yaoshi had specially made this mechanical peach blossom to transmit messages.

More and more peach blossoms bloomed. When all twelve blossoms were in full bloom, Wu Kun dared not delay and hurriedly ran towards the harbor. The full bloom of all twelve peach blossoms

meant that the island's master, Huang Yaoshi, was about to return.

Huang Yaoshi left the island twice a year to travel the world, each time for about two months. This time, however, he had been gone for half a year without any news. The disciples were extremely anxious, but their master was strict, and none dared to leave the island. Finally, Chen Xuanfeng, the most impatient of them all, couldn't resist and left the island alone to gather information. He was gone for over a month without any news.

Wu Kun sometimes wondered: Could something have happened to Huang Yaoshi? But he immediately dismissed his thoughts as absurd and laughable. Regardless of martial arts or strategy, who in this world could harm a single hair on Huang Yaoshi's head

? A small boat sped by against the wind, and on the bow stood a man in a green robe and square scarf, his spirits high – none other than Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic.

Wu Kun's eyesight had greatly improved after becoming deaf and mute. Looking up, he saw Huang Yaoshi beaming, a stark contrast to his previous aloofness and arrogance; even his eyes were filled with laughter.

"Could he have obtained some extraordinary treasure?" Wu Kun wondered to himself. "He wasn't this smug when he stole the 'Duck Head Pill' from the Celestial Master Temple last year."

Having spent many years on Peach Blossom Island, Wu Kun was no longer the same naive man he once was. While he lacked formal learning, his experience was vastly different. He, a mute servant who cooked, had seen so many genuine paintings and calligraphic works that even renowned connoisseurs would envy him. A short while later,

the small boat entered the harbor, and the five disciples, their faces beaming with joy, bowed in unison. Huang Yaoshi did not disembark, but instead helped a woman out of the cabin. Wu Kun glanced at her and felt a throbbing pain in his temples; he quickly lowered his head, unable to look any longer, and for a long while, he still felt slightly dizzy. The woman was dressed in white, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. She seemed to be two years younger than Mei Ruohua, with unparalleled beauty, bright eyes, red lips, and exquisitely beautiful features. The woman placed her delicate white hand in Huang Yaoshi's palm, carefully disembarked, and smiled radiantly in the sunlight, making all the flowers pale in comparison. "This is your master's wife." Seeing the disciples' astonished gazes, Huang Yaoshi simply smiled and helped his beautiful wife up, saying, "Aheng, this is Lingfeng, this is Chaofeng..." Wu Kun stared blankly at Huang Yaoshi's lips, not even seeing what he was saying. Amidst boundless admiration, a sudden surge of jealousy arose within him: How could there be such a perfect person in the world—not only elegant and composed, radiant with charm, but also exceptionally intelligent, insightful in everything. Appearance, martial arts, talent, and wisdom—everything was top-notch. His residence was a secluded paradise like Peach Blossom Island, and his disciples were outstanding individuals like Qu, Lu, Mei, and Chen—how could Huang Yaoshi not be arrogant? He was practically a god! Now he had married such a beautiful wife; even a god would be jealous... But why should he be so high and mighty? Why should he be an ant at his feet? Wu Kun's heart churned, filled with jealousy and hatred one moment, and immense admiration the next, until finally he couldn't even discern the true feelings within himself. Feng Heng: Seventeen years old, from Jiaxing. Wife of Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. She died after a miscarriage, leaving behind a daughter. The paths of Peach Blossom Island subtly follow the principles of Qimen Dunjia ( a form of divination), Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements. Ordinary people would be overwhelmed and disoriented upon arrival. Feng Heng, however, walked slowly, as if strolling leisurely, occasionally pointing at the paths and talking to Huang Yaoshi. Her steps were light and delicate, lacking any strength, clearly indicating she was unfamiliar with martial arts. Huang Yaoshi doted on his frail wife, chatting and laughing along the way, displaying his vast knowledge. The disciples, listening from behind, were secretly astonished. Although their master's wife was young, she was extremely knowledgeable in Qimen Dunjia. Her casual conversation with their master revealed profound and subtle mysteries. They wondered where their master had found such a wife. By the time they reached Jicui Pavilion, Feng Heng was already panting heavily. Huang Yaoshi helped her to a chair, first inquiring about Chen Xuanfeng's whereabouts, then smiled and said, "On this trip away from the island, I acquired two extraordinary treasures." Huang Yaoshi wasn't concerned with formalities, referring to himself as "I" even to his disciples, but their respect for him remained undiminished. They immediately exclaimed in unison, "Congratulations, Master!" "The first treasure is your master's wife..." Feng Heng gave him a reproachful look, but her brows were filled with joy. "The second treasure is the *Nine Yin Manual* that your master's wife obtained from Zhou Botong!" Upon hearing this, the disciples were first greatly shocked, then overjoyed. Years ago, their master had been defeated by Wang Chongyang in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and subsequently abandoned swordsmanship. But Zhou Botong was Wang Chongyang's junior brother, and few in the world could surpass him. How could their master's wife, who had no martial arts skills, have obtained the *Nine Yin Manual* from him? Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, extremely pleased with himself. Half a year ago, he met seventeen-year-old Feng Heng in Jiaxing and fell in love at first sight. What kind of person was Huang Yaoshi? Always free-spirited and unrestrained by convention, he would find a way to bring his beloved to Peach Blossom Island to wait for her to grow up, no matter how young she was, let alone someone of marriageable age. Feng Heng was no ordinary woman either; seeing Huang Yaoshi's talent and charm, she was already secretly enamored. The two then married and traveled together. Newlyweds , their hearts were intertwined. Feng Heng beamed with joy, while Huang Yaoshi was brimming with pride, cherishing his wife like a precious jewel, never daring to go against her wishes. On their journey, the couple encountered the Old Urchin Zhou Botong, who told them that he carried the second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual*, which he had hidden in a secret place on his senior brother's dying wish. First, Feng Heng provoked him with words, then Huang Yaoshi cheated in a betting competition, forcing Zhou Botong to lend Feng Heng the *Nine Yin Manual*. Feng Heng displayed her exceptional talent, memorizing the entire book after just one reading. Not wanting any other *Nine Yin Manual* to exist besides her husband, she devised a plan to provoke Zhou Botong into destroying the original copy, but later copied it and gave it to her husband. Both were cunning and exceptionally intelligent; this time, they worked together perfectly, even a powerful martial artist would fall for their tricks , let alone the naive Zhou Botong. The disciples were all amazed and impressed, overjoyed at the thought of being able to learn the unparalleled martial arts from the manual. Qu Lingfeng, confident in her photographic memory for poetry and prose, knew that without martial arts knowledge and understanding of the text, memorizing a martial arts manual of seventy or eighty thousand words was utterly impossible. They couldn't help but admire their master's wife's intelligence and wisdom. Huang Yaoshi placed a plain book on the bamboo table, on which were written the six characters "Nine Yin Manual, Lower Volume," the characters round and graceful, clearly his master's wife's handwriting. Huang Yaoshi stroked the book and said, "This lower volume only contains martial arts techniques, but no internal energy cultivation method..." The disciples were greatly disappointed upon hearing this. Without the internal energy cultivation method of the upper volume, this lower volume was like a tree without roots, impossible to practice.

Huang Yaoshi arrogantly declared, "This *Nine Yin Manual* was also written by mortals. If others can write it, why can't I, Huang Yaoshi? Now that I have the second volume in hand, if I, Huang Yaoshi, cannot create my own internal energy cultivation method from the first volume and master the martial arts described

in the manual, I will never leave the island!" Wu Kun, watching from outside the pavilion, saw Huang Yaoshi's final words, so full of heroic spirit, and wanted to shout and vent his inner turmoil .

But he was merely a lowly mute servant—in Huang Yaoshi's eyes, nothing more than a tiny insect, less than an ant.

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Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng left hand in hand, their demeanor intimate and close. The sight of them in green robes and laughing and chatting was truly enviable.

The disciples dispersed, and Mei Ruohua gestured to him several times. Wu Kun quickly went to the kitchen to fetch tea and snacks and brought them over.

Huang and Feng had already removed their outer garments and stood by the window, pointing out the sights on the island. Feng Heng leaned against Huang Yaoshi's arm, listening to her husband recount the stories of Finger-Flicking Peak, Qingyin Cave, Sword-Testing Pavilion, and the Green Bamboo Forest… Though she didn't speak, the tenderness and affection in her eyes were unmistakable.

Wu Kun, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed Feng Heng's slightly protruding belly; she was already several months pregnant. Wu Kun dared not linger, setting down his cup and saucer and retreating. His head was lowered, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Heng's slender feet beneath her skirt, and his heart fluttered again.

Wu Kun's mind was a jumble of emotions; he had no desire to prepare the dish "Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms?" He walked along the winding flower path towards the sea.

The peach blossoms had all faded, and the branches were laden with unripe peaches, with only a few facing the sun, already turning red and hanging heavily from the branches. Wu Kun was already familiar with the island's paths; although he didn't know the principles of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, he could move freely. He walked out of the bushes, dejected, and sat on a rock, staring blankly at the sea.

The azure water appeared even deeper in the twilight. The endless waves rose and fell, making one feel insignificant. Wu Kun lowered his head, buried it in his knees, gritted his teeth, and gasped for breath.

"I've been a legend in the martial arts world for half my life, how could I have fallen to this state?! Huang Yaoshi is just a man, why should I be his servant?

" Wu Kun's hatred grew stronger with each thought. He jumped up, grabbed pebbles from the beach, and hurled them wildly into the sea. The pebbles splashed against the surface, creating small waves, but the waves subsided, and the sea remained unchanged, a single wave smoothing out the ripples, completely ignoring him.

Wu Kun threw pebbles until he was exhausted, his arms aching, before finally kneeling weakly on the shore, howling hoarsely with the last vestiges of his tongue.

As his resentment subsided, a sense of inferiority welled up within him. Wu Kun, head drooping, slunk into the peach grove.

What a ruthless Wu Kun, a master of Jiangnan, but on Peach Blossom Island, he was nothing more than a dog. Even the cunning and ruthless Du Dan and Hu Lin… were n't they all obediently serving as slaves here? It was getting late; he should hurry back to cook . …I wonder

what Madam's tastes …

********** ... "Damn it, walking so fast, in such a hurry to cheat on me?" Wu Kun cursed inwardly, but dared not slack off. He diligently washed his hands and face, tidying himself up thoroughly before preparing a few delicate dishes. Passing through a bamboo grove, he came upon a lotus pond. A small stone embankment meandered through the pond, its banks lined with lush lotus leaves and blooming white lotus flowers, their fragrance refreshing and invigorating. On the opposite bank stood a house entirely constructed of unpeeled pine trees, its exterior covered in climbing vines, elegant and refined. This was Huang Yaoshi's abode. The bright moon was rising, and a gentle breeze blew. The windows of the abode were open. On the platform overlooking the pond, a stone table sat, where the new mistress of the house sat, playing chess with Huang Yaoshi amidst the flowers. A slender, jade-white finger picked up a black chess piece and gently tapped it on the stone. Wu Kun's heart trembled slightly; he could almost hear the soft, melodious sound. He tiptoed to the side, then took out a bottle of Bichun wine and two jade cups, carefully placed them, and quietly retreated. Throughout the entire process, neither of them glanced at him, as if he didn't exist. Passing the lotus pond, a slight movement came from under a clump of ivy, revealing a figure lying beneath. Wu Kun looked up and recognized him as the cunning fox, Hu Lin. Hu Lin held a small flower hoe, his eyes gleaming, glaring fiercely at Wu Kun before lowering his head and vigorously turning over the soil. Wu Kun sneered inwardly. After walking a few feet, he looked back and saw Hu Lin staring blankly at the platform. "Pah!" Wu Kun cursed inwardly, "What are you, you little monkey, daring to plot against the lady?" Under the moonlight, Feng Heng's face was as beautiful as a flower, her wrists as white as snow, her white robes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy emerging from the moon. Huang Yaoshi, in his blue robes, was upright and unyielding, his spirit as lofty as a pine tree. The two were like rare and exotic flowers, like ancient pines and sacred trees. If there were truly immortals in this world, they would be this divine couple. Wu Kun suddenly remembered that he too had once had a wife. But long ago, he had dissected her breasts and gouged out her genitals in front of Huang Yaoshi as a sign of loyalty… “Fuck your mother, you stinking woman, can you compare to her? Damn it! I should have kept her cunt and fucked her several times a day!” Thinking of Blood Lily’s white flesh and plump genitals, Wu Kun couldn’t help but feel a surge of lust. He crawled into the bushes, pulled out his penis, and began to masturbate wildly. Finally, exhausted, he lay on the grass, gazing at the starry sky, letting jealousy and hatred gnaw at his heart. Half a month later, Chen Xuanfeng returned to the island. Huang Yaoshi, newly married and in high spirits, and seeing his disciple's good intentions, simply waved his hand and didn't pursue the matter of his unauthorized departure. After greeting his master and mistress, Chen Xuanfeng went to find Mei Ruohua. The two were overjoyed to see each other and quietly slipped away from their fellow disciples, disappearing into the depths of the peach grove. Wu Kun, who had just returned from the seaside, saw Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Ruohua hand in hand disappearing into the grove and, without hesitation, followed them from a distance. The two stopped under a peach tree, their hands clasped, their eyes locked, and remained silent for a long time. Wu Kun, lying prone behind the flowers, one hand in his crotch, had been waiting impatiently. "Fuck your mother! Why aren't you doing it yet? Don't you know how? I'll teach you! You, surnamed Chen, push that little bitch to the ground, pull down her pants, hold her ass, spread her legs, and thrust hard into that cunt..." Having not seen a woman's body for three years, Wu Kun was so anxious he gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush up and knock Chen Xuanfeng down, hold Mei Ruohua down, grab her round, plump ass, and fuck her until she died... Just as he was feeling frustrated, Chen Xuanfeng suddenly moved, and Wu Kun's eyes widened instantly. He saw Chen Xuanfeng leap up and pluck the largest, reddest peach from the branch, placing it in Mei Ruohua's hand. Mei Ruohua carefully peeled the peach, bit by bit, and took a bite from the red tip. Sweet peach juice flowed from her bright red lips, staining her snow-white fingers. The girl raised her head, glancing shyly and happily at her senior brother. Chen Xuanfeng could no longer suppress his love and tightened his arms, holding his junior sister tightly in his embrace. Mei Ruohua's fingers loosened, and the half-eaten peach fell to the ground. Wu Kun had been lying there for half an hour, waiting so long he felt like vomiting blood. "What kind of old evil spirit is Huang Yaoshi? All the people he teaches are saints! In this sweltering heat, he's been holding her for half an hour and still won't let go!"

Helpless, Wu Kun had no choice but to get up, deliberately making his footsteps heavy. Hearing the noise, Chen and Mei hurriedly separated and ran away.

Wu Kun stared at Mei Ruohua's round buttocks, thinking to himself, "Little bitch, your tender cunt won't last long. If I run into you, I'll definitely give you a piece of the pie!"

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Huang Yaoshi was extremely strict with his disciples and was also unpredictable in his temper. Although Chen and Mei had feelings for each other, they dared not express them rashly and could only wait for an opportunity to inform their master.

More than a month passed, and one night, the two met again in the forest. The fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and the moonlight was alluring. The young lovers were captivated and their passion was overwhelming.

Chen Xuanfeng's hands trembled as he removed Mei Ruohua's clothes piece by piece. Mei Ruohua's face flushed red, and she tightly embraced her senior brother's broad back, arching her jade-like body. Chen Xuanfeng, panting, aimed at her wet and slippery secret place and thrust in. Mei Ruohua let out a soft cry, her crotch already stained crimson.

The two were inseparable, entwined all night long, until the first light of dawn before reluctantly parting. Mei Ruohua's clothes were scattered on the ground; she searched high and low but couldn't find her undergarments. Seeing that dawn was approaching, they didn't have time to search further and hurriedly put on their clothes before leaving the peach grove separately.

Mei Ruohua felt both joy and fear. She was happy to be with her senior brother, but their secret affair was a grave taboo within their sect. Thinking of her master's temper, Mei Ruohua's heart pounded with anxiety.

Just as they rounded Qingyin Cave, a figure suddenly appeared before them.

Mei Ruohua was startled. Upon recognizing the person, she frowned and gestured several times. "Why aren't you cooking?

What are you doing here?"

Wu Kun chuckled, pulling a pink, handkerchief-like object from his robes. He shook it in the wind, then buried it in his face, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed intensely. His strange eyes rolled upwards, radiating lewd light.

Mei Ruohua looked closely and realized the handkerchief was her missing undergarment. She felt both ashamed and anxious, and reached out to grab the lowly mute servant. Her arm was slightly bent, its movements undulating like waves—the "Azure Wave Palm Technique" of Peach Blossom Island.

The mute servant, who had been cooking, stepped back, suddenly leaping over ten feet—a martial arts expert. Mei Ruohua's attack missed, and she was startled. Since arriving on the island, the cook had never displayed his martial arts skills. She had only heard from her master that he used to be a notorious thief, but she hadn't expected his skills to be so high. Even if he wasn't as good as her, he was almost as good. Capturing him would take quite a bit of effort.

Mei Ruohua's pretty face was filled with anger as she gestured, "What do you want?"

Wu Kun had been watching the two of them closely. Seeing their eagerness to be discovered, he secretly thought they must be afraid of Huang Yaoshi finding out.

Wu Kun was always good at taking advantage of people's misfortunes, and seeing this, he wanted to use the opportunity to coerce Mei Ruohua into submission. He crumpled his undergarments into a ball, lewdly stuffed them into his crotch, and then gestured, "I know everything about you two, you two adulterers

. If you don't want the island lord to know, you'd better obey me." Mei Ruohua's face flushed red and then turned pale. Thinking of how this ugly man had seen her intimate moments with her senior brother the night before, she was filled with shame and indignation.

Wu Kun, blinded by lust, gestured again, saying, "Tonight you'll go to the back mountain alone, spread your ass, and let me fuck you hard..."

Seeing Wu Kun's left hand forming a circle and his right index finger gesturing as if inserting and withdrawing, Mei Ruohua gritted her teeth in anger. Taking advantage of the despicable man's enthusiastic gestures, she suddenly thrust her elbows forward, unleashing the Peach Blossom Island's signature move, "Ling'ao Step," and darted in front of Wu Kun. Then, she formed a knife with her fingers and slashed at his waist.

Wu Kun barely managed to dodge, a sharp pain shooting through his abdomen. His undergarment had been ripped off by Mei Ruohua, catching his manhood. Realizing the danger, Wu Kun scrambled into the flower bushes, already drenched in a cold sweat. "That damn woman, she's really not to be trifled with..."

Mei Ruohua, worried about alerting others, didn't dare chase after her. She turned and ran away, angrily tearing her filthy undergarment to shreds as she went.

Wu

Kun spent several days in fear and trepidation. Seeing that Mei Ruohua hadn't come to cause him trouble, he assumed she was afraid of being discovered, and his courage grew again. Having spied on the two making love that night, he could no longer suppress the lust that had accumulated over three years. He had finally had an opportunity; how could he easily give it up

? That evening, he went to the hermitage to deliver food and, as usual, encountered Hu Lin outside the pond. In the past two months, this thin man had suddenly become much more diligent, frequently going to the vicinity of the hermitage to water and fertilize the flowers.

Wu Kun, carrying the food box, brushed past Hu Lin, thinking to himself, "What a cunning fox! He's clearly a pig!

The moon in the sky is beautiful, but what's the point if you can see it but not eat it?"

Passing through the stone embankment, he saw Huang Yaoshi and his wife sitting embracing by the window. Feng Heng closed her eyes, her soft, slender body nestled in her husband's arms, her hands gently resting on her slightly protruding belly. A sweet smile radiated from her orchid-like, delicate face. A corner of her snow-white dress draped from the windowsill, fluttering gently in the evening breeze. She wore no shoes; her slender, beautiful feet were curled gracefully beneath her, as translucent as jade. Huang Yaoshi's arms encircled his wife's fragrant shoulders, his jade flute held upright beside her face, softly playing a melody.

The setting sun bathed the beautiful woman, the white dress, the flute… everything was immersed in a warm, orange-red hue. The round window seemed like a picture frame, the couple like figures in a painting, overflowing with a happiness unattainable by mortals.

Wu Kun silently put down the wine and dishes, about to leave, when Feng Heng beckoned to him. Wu Kun's heart leaped into his throat. He suppressed his wildly beating heart, forcing a smile, awaiting his wife's instructions.

Feng Heng lazily gestured, telling him: Pick some green plums and sour apricots, or unripe grapes—anything sour, and bring them tomorrow.

Wu Kun only saw her snow-white fingers twitching; he almost didn't even see what his wife was saying.

There were actually people in the world who could "speak" sign language so beautifully… Wu Kun suddenly felt: being mute was also a blessing.

"Do you understand?" Feng Heng asked.

Wu Kun nodded vigorously, almost throwing his little blue cloth hat to the ground.

Feng Heng smiled sweetly, looked up, and said something to her husband.

Although Wu Kun couldn't hear it, he saw it clearly, and instantly felt as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

Feng Heng said: This person is so ugly…

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... Mei Ruohua endured the pain, managing to retaliate several times, but Wu Kun always managed to escape with a scramble.

Mei Ruohua wanted to tell her senior brother, but found it too embarrassing to speak, so she simply went out to sea with Du Dan and the others every day to fish, avoiding Wu Kun's harassment.

Du Dan, Ding Baipeng, and Qiao Yong, three highly skilled mute servants, were the boatmen leaders of Peach Blossom Island. They were not only responsible for going out to sea but also for guarding the ships in the harbor. The mute servants on the island were all cunning and treacherous, constantly trying to steal boats and leave the island. Wu Kun had also considered stealing a boat, but he knew his martial arts might not be superior to Ying Sha's, and with Ding Baipeng and Qiao Yong added to the mix, he was no match for them, so he gave up the idea.

Du Dan and the others were no exception, but they were all poisoned by Peach Blossom Island's unique hidden weapon: the "Bone-Piercing Needle." This bone-piercing needle could penetrate deep into the flesh with a light tap, firmly anchoring itself in the joints of the bones. The needle was coated with poison, the effects of which took effect slowly. Six times a day, it circulates through the bloodstream, inflicting excruciating pain that is difficult to describe. Death is not immediate; it takes one to two years to take a life.

2004-10-24 09:35am

lq999 Wolf Clan Hero (Major General)

?2472 RMB, 26 posts, registered 2003-11-16, 7th floor: Du Dan and the others relied on antidotes to suppress the poison of the Bone-Piercing Needle. If they escaped, the poison would take effect within six months, leaving them unable to live or die. Therefore, in terms of loyalty, these three were the most loyal mute servants, not only daring not to leave but also guarding the ship meticulously.

?In the evening, Mei Ruohua had just arrived on the island and hadn't even reached the Sword Testing Pavilion when she was stopped by Wu Kun in the peach grove.

?Wu Kun still harbored wicked intentions. Since Mei Ruohua was more afraid of being discovered than he was, even if he couldn't have his way with her body right now, teasing her a few times would be fine.

"You stinking woman, come and have some fun with me!"

Mei Ruohua raised an eyebrow, waving her hand dismissively, telling him to "get lost."

"Your senior brother can play with your cunt, but I can't?" Wu Kun lewdly gestured, "It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh. You'll know once you try it, my cock skills are much better than your senior brother's..."

Mei Ruohua's face turned deathly pale. Suddenly, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, drawing a long sword from her waist in mid-air, aiming straight for Wu Kun's brow—a deadly move.

Wu Kun rolled to the side, scrambling to avoid the attack. Enraged, he swung his sword fiercely, "You stinking woman, if I can't fuck that one, nobody else can! Tomorrow I'll let everyone on Peach Blossom Island know you're cheating on me!" After venting his anger, he quickly ran away.

Mei Ruohua was completely flustered, standing there stunned for a long time, not knowing what to do.

Chen Xuanfeng waited for a long time at the Sword Testing Pavilion but saw no one, so he searched all the way to the seaside. Reaching the peach grove, he found his junior sister sitting under a tree, hugging her knees and crying her eyes out. After learning what had happened,

Chen Xuanfeng was furious, his anger reaching a fever pitch, and he immediately wanted to settle accounts with that bastard.

Mei Ruohua grabbed him, saying anxiously, "Settling accounts with him is a small matter, but what if Master finds out?"

Mentioning Master, Chen Xuanfeng's heart tightened. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Let's go and inform Master… most likely Master won't blame us…" His words were hesitant, clearly unsure of Master's attitude.

The two remained silent, their brows furrowed in worry, when suddenly Mei Ruohua's eyes lit up, and she said, "Master's wife!"

"Yes! Let's go find Master's wife first!" Chen Xuanfeng jumped up and pulled his junior sister up.

Mei Ruohua didn't move. Her face flushed, she said, "How...how could I possibly see Master's wife..." After all, Feng Heng was two years younger than her; how could she bring up such a shameful matter?

Chen Xuanfeng stamped his foot. "You wait here for me. After I've seen Master's wife, I'll go and inform Master. I'll take full responsibility for whatever punishment you give me!" With that, he dashed off towards the hermitage.

Mei Ruohua waited anxiously for a moment, when suddenly she heard several "toot-toot" horn sounds coming from the harbor.

After a while, Du Dan led several men over. The leader, a man around forty years old, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had an arrogant expression and a rather unfriendly face.

Mei Ruohua was surprised. In recent years, few had dared to come to Peach Blossom Island, and such an arrogant figure was extremely rare. What was their purpose in coming to the island?

After another half hour, the group returned, looking disheveled. Du Dan continued walking at his own unhurried pace, and the others dared not urge him, running back and forth anxiously.

The once imposing burly man was now carried on someone's shoulder, his face ashen, panting heavily. His arms were draped over the man's shoulders, his right hand severed at the wrist, the wound a jumbled mess of flesh, as if ripped off.

A while later, Chen Xuanfeng rushed into the peach grove. Mei Ruohua, who had been waiting anxiously, hurried to meet him. Upon seeing her senior brother's face, her heart trembled violently.

Chen Xuanfeng's lips were pale and his teeth chattered, as if he had suffered extreme shock, unable to utter a word.

Mei Ruohua had never seen her audacious second senior brother so frightened, and exclaimed, "Senior Brother!"

Chen Xuanfeng trembled as he pulled a thin book from his robes.

"The Nine Yin Manual!" Mei Ruohua cried out, "How could you..." " Run !

" Chen Xuanfeng grabbed Mei Ruohua's wrist and stumbled towards the bay.

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