[The Correct Method of Sword Forging] [Author: Gretel]

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Author: Gretel
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Prologue
This martial world has long been a woman's world.
Two hundred years ago, heroes rose up across the land, and the Central Plains were engulfed in smoke and fire.
Empress Ji was originally an ordinary woman who accidentally comprehended the secrets of the human body's operation and mastered the first
trace of Yin Breath in history.
All things in heaven and earth are in harmony of Yin and Yang, and humans, being the spirit of heaven and earth, are no exception. This Yin Breath is
one of humanity's potentials.
Those who master Yin Breath can externally smooth their skin and improve their appearance, and internally regulate their
internal organs and enhance their strength. Those who master Yin Breath can not only progress rapidly in learning any martial art, but their power will also far surpass that of ordinary people.
Empress Ji mastered unparalleled martial arts with Yin Breath, leading heroes to sweep across the world and ultimately establishing
the Great Xuan Dynasty.
However, only women can master Yin Breath.
Unleashing potential is going against the will of heaven; once Yin Breath is mastered, if it is not confined to a certain place, it will soon dissipate
into the world.
This is where Empress Ji's extraordinary talent lies. She contemplated the lotus palace, the very essence of yin in women, and comprehended
the method of locking yin energy within the lotus palace. It is precisely because of this that women can cultivate yin energy.
All things in heaven and earth are in harmony of yin and yang.
Where there is yin energy, there should also be yang energy. If women can cultivate yin energy, then men should be able to cultivate yang energy. Some
even speculate that yin and yang energy originate from the same source and can be collectively called "internal energy." However, for over a hundred years, countless talented
individuals have tirelessly explored this, yet no one has ever discovered yang energy.
Even if a man is highly talented and has the strongest bones and muscles, he is only slightly stronger than the average person when practicing martial arts; but
once a woman cultivates yin energy, her speed and strength are several times greater than a man's.
Is this martial world not a woman's world?
I. The
Sword The sword is the king of weapons.
If you were to randomly ask someone in the martial arts world, "Which school or sect has the strongest swordsmanship today?"
they would undoubtedly say, "The Sword Moon Sect."
However, if you were to ask, "Who is the greatest swordsman in the world today?"
the answer would be less certain.
Most would say, "The Sword Moon Sect's leader, the Moon Sword Fairy. Legend
has it that her swordsmanship transcends mortal realms; when she draws her Guanghan Sword, it's like the bright moon in the sky, covering thousands of miles in an instant. She's not just the greatest swordsman in the world, she's
arguably the greatest martial artist in the world."
But some would counter, "Not so! It's said that the Moon Sword Fairy's disciple, Qian Yuhan, has already surpassed her
. I think the title of greatest swordsman in the world belongs to Qian Yuhan!"
And a very few would say, "Legend has it that north of the Yellow River, there is a swordsmith whose swords are famous throughout the world..." Most of them were made by him;
not only was his sword-making skill superb, but his swordsmanship was also extremely high. Wasn't Die Huanwu very arrogant back then? With her
Thousand Illusion Palm Technique, she defeated masters from both Jiangnan and Jiangbei, and was known as "Invincible in the World Without Hands." It is said that she later fought with that swordsmith
once, and after returning, she went into seclusion and was never heard from again. It was rumored in the martial arts world that Die Huanwu lost. So
, I think that swordsmith's swordsmanship may not be lower than Qian Yuhan's!"
But for the third statement, every time someone would ask, "Oh? How old is that swordsmith? Is he male or female?"
"About thirty years old, a man." That person could only answer like that.
Hahahaha... You speak so confidently, yet you don't even know basic common sense. Men cannot cultivate
Yin Qi, so how high can their martial arts be? "
Every time someone refutes this, those who hold the third statement are speechless.
...
But Qian Yuhan, who is considered by some to be "the best swordsman in the world," believes the third statement.
Strictly speaking, she believed it only halfway.
Qian Yuhan believed the mysterious swordsman's swordsmanship was extremely high, but she also believed she was slightly better.
The first part of her belief stemmed from the fact that many people didn't know she and Die Huanwu were actually close friends, and that Die Huanwu
had indeed been defeated by the swordsman. As for how she was defeated, she had asked Die Huanwu, but the latter refused to say, only
telling her never to go to the swordsman. When she said this, Qian Yuhan clearly saw a flicker of
fear in her friend's eyes.
But the more she saw this, the more curious Qian Yuhan became. Even if her swordsmanship wasn't as good as her master's, the difference was only slight
; although Die Huanwu's palm techniques were exquisite, the swordsman had an inherent advantage.
Qian Yuhan didn't believe the swordsman's swordsmanship was superior to hers.
So she went to the swordsman's residence.
Bang, bang, bang—
when Qian Yuhan saw the unassuming middle-aged man, he was forging a sword.
The hammer struck the iron bar, sparks flying everywhere.
"So you're the swordsmith?" Qian Yuhan asked.
"Yes," the other replied honestly.
"I've come to challenge you to a sword duel," Qian Yuhan never beat around the bush.
"I'm just a blacksmith, I only forge swords, I don't duel."
"I am Qian Yuhan."
"Oh?"
The other finally reacted, looking up at Qian Yuhan, but what she said next made her frown
.
"I've long heard that Fairy Qian Yu has skin as white as snow and a face as beautiful as jade, as beautiful as an immortal. Seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is indeed
well-deserved."
The other didn't talk about Qian Yuhan's swordsmanship, only praising her appearance, clearly looking down on her martial arts.
Qian Yuhan's pretty face turned cold: "You..."
But she was interrupted after only one word: "Oh, my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is
Huang, you can call me Blacksmith Huang, Fairy." "
I've long heard that Blacksmith Huang's swordsmanship is superb, even Butterfly Illusion Dance was defeated by you. I, Qian Yuhan, am not talented, so I humbly request your
guidance!" With that, Qian Yuhan had no choice but to fight.
The other party remained calm and asked, "What is your relationship with Butterfly Illusion Dance?"
"A friend of mine."
"Oh..." The blacksmith nodded, seemingly lost in thought, and suddenly said, "If you want to duel with me,
that's fine. However, you must first let me forge a sword for you."
"You forge a sword for me?" Qian Yuhan asked curiously.
"Yes, I am a blacksmith, my profession is sword forging. If someone wants to duel me, I will definitely forge a sword for
her, otherwise I would be neglecting my duties," said Huang the blacksmith.
Qian Yuhan had never heard of such a strange condition before, but she seemed to have no reason not to agree to his request
: "Then...
I have long heard that you, Huang the blacksmith, are highly skilled at sword forging, so please forge a sword for me!" "
Hehe, I wouldn't say highly skilled, I've just been forging iron for decades, so my skills are fairly proficient,"
Huang the blacksmith said, his hammer speeding up, clanging and banging against the iron bar. As he hammered, he would
glance at Qian Yuhan, seemingly sizing her up.
Qian Yuhan became even more displeased at this. If it weren't for the agreement to wait until Huang the blacksmith finished forging the sword before the duel, she probably
would have already drawn her sword.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Please don't be offended, fairy. I was merely observing your figure so that the sword I forged would suit you perfectly."
Qian Yuhan frowned slightly, but what the blacksmith Huang said seemed quite reasonable, and she couldn't refute it.
In terms of appearance, Qian Yuhan could easily rank among the top three in the martial arts world. As for her figure, she was absolutely
a beauty that could make men flock to her.
However, her personality was aloof, and her martial arts skills were superb, so naturally, the men of the world dared not go to her death, and could only secretly
fantasize in their hearts.
In the more than two hundred years since the founding of Xuan Kingdom, the status of women had risen steadily, and their clothing styles had gradually become more open. For example,
the moon-white silk dress that Qian Yuhan wore reached her ankles in the back, but in the front, it parted like flower petals, revealing a
pair of straight and slender legs.
She wore a pair of extremely smooth, form-fitting pure white stockings, a rare item from the Western Regions
called "long stockings." These stockings protected the skin and enhanced the leg shape, and upon their introduction to the Central Plains, they became immensely
popular among women, their price soaring to a hundred taels of silver per pair.
Qian Yuhan's legs were already perfectly shaped, and paired with these thigh-high stockings, they were even more dazzling
, causing countless men to drool.
Her rounded, snow-white thighs disappeared into the short hem of her skirt, and the view between her legs
seemed ready to be revealed at any moment, but with Qian Yuhan's martial arts skills, how could such a thing happen?
Above that was her slender waist, which could be encircled with one hand. Qian Yuhan's waist was already slender and supple, but she further
cinched it with a belt two palms wide. During combat, her boneless waist twisted and turned, creating a
captivating sight.
Above that was her strikingly prominent curve; who would imagine that such a slender woman
could possess such a magnificent bust? Even through her clothes, one could vaguely see the rounded shape of her firm breasts
.
*Bang!*
Unbeknownst to many, the blacksmith had finished the last hammer blow. He used pliers to pick up the newly forged sword and
inserted the prepared hilt. Next, all that remained was quenching and sharpening, and it would be finished.
"What does the fairy think of this sword?" the blacksmith asked with a smile, holding the hilt.
Qian Yuhan examined it for a moment and said, "The blade is smooth; it's a fine sword."
"Hahaha... Fairy, you truly are a master swordsman! The words 'smooth blade' may be simple, but they perfectly
capture my feelings!"
Huang the blacksmith laughed heartily, seemingly quite pleased.
"Your sword is finished; may we begin our sword fight?" Qian Yuhan asked.
"Of course," Huang the blacksmith replied solemnly. "However, I must remind you first: in terms of swordsmanship, you are no match
for me, Fairy. Perhaps... we shouldn't compete?"
Qian Yuhan's anger grew stronger, and she couldn't help but sneer, "From the beginning, all you've done is boast
. Once you're defeated by my sword, let's see what you have to say then!"
"Sigh... since you insist on competing, then let's compete. But I must remind you again, swords are merciless
. If you happen to hurt you, you mustn't blame me."
Qian Yuhan laughed angrily, "From what you're saying, you're sure you'll win? Before the competition, I
was quite curious about the secrets of Huang the Blacksmith's swordsmanship. How could you be so confident?"
Huang the Blacksmith shook his head and chuckled, "What secrets are there? Swordsmanship isn't anything mysterious!"
"What do you mean?" Qian Yuhan was taken aback.
"So-called swordsmanship is nothing more than the method of killing with a sword. Killing with a sword is simply placing a piece of
steel called a sword into a person's body. Once the steel enters, the person naturally dies. Isn't that swordsmanship?! But
people in the martial world neglect the essentials and pursue the trivial. You, and even Fairy Sword Moon, are obsessed with the mysteries of sword moves,
the dazzling sword light, and the boundless sword energy… Swordsmanship is a method of killing, not street performance.
Why bother with all that fancy stuff?"
When Qian Yuhan heard the first part of Huang the blacksmith's words, she seemed thoughtful. But when she heard the second part,
her pretty face instantly turned as cold as the northernmost ice.
"I don't care if you spout nonsense, but now that you've insulted my sect, I can't let you off easily!"
Qian Yuhan said coldly, slowly drawing her longsword.
"Hehe, then I'll exchange blows with the fairy."
Huang the blacksmith remained unhurried, calmly raising his un-quenched sword, seemingly preparing to fight.
Seeing her opponent's blatant disregard, Qian Yuhan's anger intensified. With a sharp cry, she unleashed her attack.
Before the sword even arrived, its intent surged, and the surrounding air suddenly turned frigid!
Qian Yuhan's swordsmanship was called "Thousand Feather Swordsmanship." The "feather" in "Thousand Feather Swordsmanship" didn't refer to feathers, but rather
to "snowflakes as large as white feathers"; the "thousand" signified "a thousand miles."
Therefore, the true meaning of Thousand Feather Swordsmanship was: Wherever the sword energy reached, a thousand miles of ice would freeze, and ten thousand miles of snow would fall! A cold wind was about to rise
—
once this chilling wind gained momentum, no one could escape unscathed.
But just as the cold wind was about to rise, a scorching flame pierced through layers of sword energy, striking directly at her.
Qian Yuhan had never seen such a fast sword, never seen such a resolute sword!
The blacksmith, wielding the un-quenched, still red-hot sword, was like an unstoppable meteor,
arriving before her in the blink of an eye.
Qian Yuhan didn't move, not because she didn't want to, nor because she couldn't, but because the opponent's speed was too fast.
Everything happened before she could react.
In that instant, time seemed to slow down.
The blacksmith's sword tip dipped, sweeping across the hem of Qian Yuhan's skirt covering her upper thighs. The delicate gauze burned to ashes,
finally revealing the secret garden between her legs—a place many longed to see but could never access.
Two smooth, jade-like vulvas appeared before the blacksmith's eyes.
So, the renowned Fairy Qian Yuhan of the martial world didn't wear any undergarments beneath her skirt!
Perhaps due to her practice of the most yin and cold sword techniques, the girl's vulva was completely hairless;
in the center of the snow-white mound, a pinkish slit was tightly closed. Perhaps one day, when Qian Yuhan met
the man she was willing to entrust her life to, she would open this most private door.
But she could not wait for that day.
The blacksmith, with the most brutal method, forced his sword—that piece of red-hot steel—through that door.
The sword tip forcefully pried open the delicate petals, aiming straight for the heart of the flower. Soon, the untouched flower path
succumbed to the scorching steel, pressing tightly against the blade like a man's penis. But such scorching steel was far beyond
the capacity of the girl's tight flesh.
The air filled with the smell of burning flesh, and deep within Qian Yuhan's abdomen, the hissing
sound of steel being quenched echoed. But now, what cooled the sword wasn't water, but the girl's nectar.
The sword instantly evaporated the nectar, and under the scorching stimulation, the flesh secreted even more. The blacksmith
's sword continued its advance, the tip quickly tearing through the thin membrane,
adding the girl's first blood to the quenching liquid.
The sword soon reached the end of the flower path; above that lay the woman's lotus palace.
"Ah…"
Only then did Qian Yuhan let out a soft cry. Before she could even process what was happening, she only knew that the unassuming blacksmith had rushed 　　towards her
like a ghost , followed by a burning sensation rising from her lower abdomen. 　　She didn't feel pain; the nerves automatically mask pain when stimulated too intensely. 　　Qian Yuhan only felt a tingling, burning, slightly swollen sensation filling her shameful area—a 　　wonderful feeling of fullness she had only experienced in her erotic dreams. 　　But why was she feeling this now? 　　Shame made her cheeks burn, a blush spreading across her fair face. 　　The burning sensation rose rapidly, reaching the entrance to her Lotus Palace by the time Qian Yuhan first gasped. 　　The Lotus Palace was the foundation of a martial arts woman's body; it could not withstand the slightest damage, otherwise, at best, her Yin energy would 　　dissipate and her martial arts would be completely lost; at worst, her internal organs would shatter and she would die. 　　Therefore, when that burning pleasure touched Qian Yuhan's Lotus Palace, a trace of fear finally crept into the young girl's heart 　　. 　　But her enemy wouldn't give her a moment to react. The blacksmith's hand, holding the sword, steadily moved upwards, and the red-hot 　　iron sword mercilessly pierced into the girl's lotus palace. 　　This time, Qian Yuhan's body finally reacted more strongly. 　　The girl's lips parted slightly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, her expression a mixture of pain and ecstasy; her body 　　involuntarily arched back, making her proud breasts appear even more prominent, and through the thin gauze-like clothing, two tender 　　bud-like tips were faintly visible; her flat abdomen rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing, 　　and with another soft cry, as her pretty face flushed, her abdomen thrust forward as if demanding something 　　, then trembled violently, and a honey-like fluid mixed with blood spurted out from her flower path with a "hiss," 　　flowing down the remaining half of the sword, then "sizzling" and turning into mist. The Thousand Feather Fairy, renowned for her unparalleled swordsmanship, actually 　　climaxed 　　when a red-hot iron sword penetrated her lotus palace . 　　As the sword completely pierced her lotus, her alluring body trembled again, her long, straight legs shaking uncontrollably, 　　seemingly trying to close due to some shameful act. But before they could even move, another stream of liquid 　　gushed out uncontrollably. 　　A pale yellow liquid sprayed from the small hole above her vulva, seemingly due to its pent-up desire; 　　some even splashed onto the blacksmith's hands, though most obediently flowed down the sword. 　　A faint, pungent smell filled the air. The blacksmith, Huang, didn't think much of the Thousand Feather Fairy's incontinence 　　; he was simply pleased—he had gained another liquid for quenching the sword. 　　At this point, the surface of the iron sword had finally cooled somewhat, but a large amount of heat remained inside 　　. So the blacksmith gripped the sword and continued to push it into the girl's body. 　　It must be said that his movements were extremely clean and swift. Although Qian Yuhan's lotus palace was neatly split in two, 　　the energy within the girl's lower abdomen was not disturbed much. 　　Therefore, her life force could continue for a little longer. 　　"You..." 　　Despair and incomprehension filled the girl's beautiful eyes. She couldn't understand how she, with her superb swordsmanship, could be so easily pierced through the most 　　important part 　　of her body by this unassuming blacksmith without even a shred of power . 　　Moreover, she had even climaxed and lost control of her bladder in front of this man. Was she going to die in such a shameful way? 　　At least before she died, she wanted to ask him why his sword was so fast! 　　But even that question was not allowed to be asked by the blacksmith. 　　Intense pain exploded deep within Qian Yuhan's lower abdomen! The now-cooled sword tip, after piercing through the lotus palace, 　　plunged into the small intestine inside her jade-like belly. 　　The girl's waist was already slender, and with the belt binding her waist, the delicate intestines in her narrow abdomen 　　were squeezed together without any space. When a sword blade pierced through, the tender intestines had nowhere to hide and were all 　　snapped in two with a hissing sound. 　　So this is what it feels like to have your intestines cut off one by one? 　　Qian Yuhan couldn't help but think of a fellow disciple. Although the other's swordsmanship was not as good as hers, she was very talented in the cultivation of Yin energy 　　. In addition, she was born with a slender waist and a beautiful belly, so she naturally did not want to 　　hide her most prized feature. Therefore, she usually wore a cropped gauze skirt that had come from the Western Regions.

Fearing battle and unwilling to show weakness by concealing her belly, she was no stranger to martial arts; even ordinary enemies would find it
difficult to harm her.
However, on one occasion, several of her fellow disciples were ordered to wipe out a demonic cult's lair.
They fell into a trap, and a large number of demonic cult members surrounded them, leading to a fierce battle.
In the chaos of the breakout, her friend momentarily lost focus, and a lowly male demonic
cult member stabbed her in the navel. The cult member, inherently cruel, became enraged at the sight of her friend's suffering.
He slashed down, cleaving her beautiful abdomen open, even splitting her vulva in two.
Not satisfied, he turned the blade and sliced upwards, all the way to her anus. Her friend, who always loved to expose her belly,
was ultimately disemboweled on the spot by an unknown soldier!
Qian Yuhan clearly remembered her friend's pitiful sight: kneeling on the ground, clutching her severed intestines, her
expression a mixture of agony and strange allure, as if having her own stomach cut open would bring some
strange pleasure. Before dying, her friend, with her slender waist spilling out her entrails,
released all her fluids and urine before collapsing to the ground, seemingly exhausted.
From then on, Qian Yuhan would often secretly peek into the mirror, revealing her own beautiful belly, tracing lines on her lower abdomen with her delicate fingertips
. She would involuntarily imagine
what it would feel like if her beautiful belly, no less stunning than her friend's, were cut open by an enemy.
Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Would her most precious treasure, her lotus palace, be taken out and played with by the enemy?
This image had lingered in the depths of her mind, haunting her until this moment—though
the surface of her abdomen was intact, her delicate internal organs had been ruthlessly torn apart by the enemy. Even her most
vital uterus was probably cleaved in two. And like her friend before her,
she was releasing her nectar and urine before the enemy's eyes.
As her intestines were severed one by one, initially it was just unbearable pain, but then, this
brutal invasion and wanton abuse of her internal organs by the enemy gave her a
strange pleasure, as if she were craving to be violated. She suddenly understood
the meaning of her friend's expression before her death. Thinking of this, her lower body involuntarily relaxed again—the remaining nectar
gushed out once more.
"Eek..." The
renowned Thousand Feather Fairy of the martial world actually
reached her second climax as her intestines were severed by the enemy.
This time, even her delicate tongue darted out slightly, her usual aloof demeanor completely vanished
, making her resemble a pitiful virgin in a brothel, experiencing multiple orgasms from her first time being defiled. In the midst of this intense
pleasure, the iron sword piercing the girl's stomach continued its ascent, quickly penetrating her small stomach and
entering her chest cavity through her esophagus.
"Cough...cough..."
A choking sound escaped from deep within Qian Yuhan's throat; the iron sword had almost completely pierced her body.
"So-called swordsmanship is the method of placing a piece of steel called a sword into a person's body"—she finally understood
the meaning of these words.
But she was about to die.
No matter how high her martial arts skills, how renowned her reputation, how beautiful her appearance, or how flawless her figure, when her tender
internal organs were mercilessly crushed one by one by a piece of steel, she could only die, gushing with lustful fluids and leaking
urine, with a wanton and utterly lewd expression.
"Mmm..."
In her final moments before death, she climaxed once more. A mixture of pleasure and shame
coursed through her toes, her genitals, her vagina, her intestines, her breasts, and every corner of her body, sealing it away in her last vestiges of consciousness.
The iron sword was the perfect length; as the tip pressed against her throat, the hilt
rested precisely between her legs, piercing her delicate body from bottom to top. It was destined from the start—
the blacksmith had been observing the girl's figure while forging the sword, but he wasn't estimating her
height; he was estimating the distance from her vulva to her throat!
Just as he had said, this was a sword for Qian Yuhan! But the moment she received the sword, she was already
dead!
The blacksmith watched as the girl's beautiful eyes gradually lost their luster, a trickle of saliva slowly dripping from her half-protruding tongue,
her soft body suddenly swaying, as if about to collapse. The blacksmith quickly steadied his grip on the sword hilt. Fortunately,
the girl's body was light enough that even one hand was sufficient to lift her.
After a while, the blacksmith slowly relaxed his grip, and the lifeless body remained
firmly upright. The girl, specially trained by the Sword Moon Sect since childhood, possessed pure Yin energy; even in death,
her body retained a vibrant life force. A pair of straight, slender legs and a supple waist maintained the corpse
's balance.
*Swish!*
With a soft sound, the blacksmith deftly withdrew the sword. The corpse, like a wax figure,
remained completely still, and no more fluid flowed from her lower body—firstly, because she had experienced multiple orgasms before death,
emptying all her vaginal fluids and urine; secondly, the scalding hot blade acted like a branding iron, sealing the wound and preventing
any bleeding.
But at this moment, the sword finally cooled down, and the blacksmith finally spoke. He
slowly addressed the beautiful, soulless body, saying,
"In the art of sword forging, quenching is the most crucial step. Ancient books say: the worst is quenching with mountain spring water;
the next best with the blood of livestock;
the best with human blood.
However, I have discovered that there is a higher level above all this: find a woman who is still a virgin,
the purer the yin energy the better. Use her body as the vessel, and her virgin blood, honey, and urine as the quenching liquid.
Swords forged in this way are invariably peerless treasures!"
Having said this, he held the blade before his eyes, admiring it closely. The silver-gray blade faintly gleamed with a blood-red light. If
one looked more closely, one could discover strange patterns on the blade, patterns that ordinary people or...
You might not see anything special, but a seasoned executioner would immediately recognize it as
a longitudinal cross-section of a woman's body!
The sword that pierced Qian Yuhan from bottom to top, having been tempered within the girl's internal organs,
had left these cruel yet strangely beautiful patterns on its blade.
"A fine sword!" The blacksmith exclaimed, admiring the newly forged blade, a strange
smile playing on his lips. "I've long heard of Fairy Qian Yu's pure Yin energy, and I guessed that the lotus palace within her must be of exceptional quality.
Now, seeing it, the patterns imprinted on the sword are truly captivating; it certainly hasn't disappointed me!"
After admiring the sword for a while, the blacksmith turned to examine the girl's body.
"Speaking of which, there's another advantage to quenching a sword in a woman's body. After quenching, the woman's body becomes
an excellent scabbard. Although it's inconvenient to carry, it's perfect for storing a precious sword. Fairy Qianyu
's delicate and beautiful body, with its flawless skin, is truly a rare and exquisite scabbard!"
With that, the blacksmith swiftly inserted the sword into the girl's lower body again. Sure enough, it fit perfectly,
without the slightest deviation. The entire sword, inserted from bottom to top, didn't slip at all. This was likely because the girl's vagina
was tight and elastic, even in death, holding the sword firmly within.
Insert, pull out, insert, pull out… The blacksmith tested it several more times, a satisfied expression on his face. It's pitiful that
Qian Yuhan, such a cold and aloof beauty, was someone that countless men could only admire from afar and dared not touch in her lifetime. Yet, after her death, a
sword was seen moving in and out of her jade-like belly, her face frozen in a lewd expression, as if she were having intercourse with the sword.
After several attempts, the blacksmith finally drew his sword, frowning. "Using a woman's body as a scabbard
still has one flaw..."
His gaze shifted to the girl's lower body. "Since this opening has become the sword's final resting place,
it can't be used for anything else. Otherwise, I could have a good taste of the Qianyu Fairy's little hole, which countless people in the martial world yearn for
."
The blacksmith hesitated for a long time, then finally shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Fine! My precious sword, for you, I
've given up this exquisite flesh hole!"
"However, the other parts of this beauty must also be exquisite, so I won't be polite."
With that, the blacksmith put the sword aside, grabbed Qianyu Han's slender waist with both hands, and made her kneel on the ground
, her fragrant tongue slightly protruding, facing his crotch. He quickly pulled down his trousers, and
his already burning desire was freed, instantly standing tall.
He gripped his penis, grabbed the girl's head with one hand, and eagerly thrust his shaft into her mouth.
Her smooth, soft tongue immediately enveloped his throbbing glans, the ecstatic sensation causing the blacksmith
to groan involuntarily. He pressed down hard on the girl's head and began thrusting forcefully.
Although he didn't know what her vagina was like, Qian Yuhan's mouth alone was enough to drive him to ecstasy. In no
time, he couldn't hold back any longer, forcefully pressing the girl's head down and forcing her to swallow his entire penis
. Then, thick streams of semen gushed out!
Even with her mouth filled with the enemy's semen, the expression on her beautiful face remained unchanged.
Qian Yuhan was now a flesh puppet—or rather, a flesh toilet—no matter how the other vented their lust on her
, she could only accept it without reservation.
After finishing in the girl's mouth, the blacksmith's penis remained erect. Watching the streams of semen trickle from Qian Yuhan's tongue
, he felt a surge of dominance.
He was the only one in the entire martial world who could have the renowned Fairy Qian Yuhan perform oral sex on him!
This satisfaction reignited his lust, and he shifted his gaze to those long, alluring legs, another
idea forming in his mind.
The blacksmith carefully laid the girl's body flat on the ground, removing her shoes to
reveal her two jade feet, tightly encased in pure white stockings.
He sat cross-legged, letting her soles encircle his penis, rubbing them up and down.
This was yet another intoxicating sensation; the soft soles, damp with warm sweat, combined with the
tingling sensation of the stockings, quickly aroused him. Even more exquisite was the fact that the girl's jade feet
still seemed alive, occasionally twitching as if actively performing footjob for him. He rubbed his penis with his toes and soles
, admiring the flawless legs, until finally, another stream of semen shot onto
the pure white, smooth stockings.
After two such encounters, the blacksmith's back was a little weak. He slowly stood up, lifted the girl's body with one arm,
picked up his sword with the other, and walked into the house. Having just played with her, he naturally needed to clean her body thoroughly,
and then soak it in a secret medicine to ensure this exquisite jade-like body would not decay and would forever remain in its current state.
He reached a corner and stepped on a mechanism in the floor. The sound of the stone slabs sliding echoed, and a secret passage slowly
appeared. The blacksmith descended the steps to an underground chamber.
This was his showroom.
Displayed in the showroom were exquisitely crafted "scabbards"!
The blacksmith's self-talk rang out again.
"Fairy Qianyu, before you died, you said 'you…' Did you want to ask: 'Why is your sword
so fast?'" "
The answer is right before your eyes. Since I mastered my craft at fifteen and grasped the art of tempering swords using female bodies, over
twenty years have passed. I've forged a total of 144 swords, countless others destroyed due to failed tempering
, not to mention the daily, repetitive practice—
I've repeated this single action of placing the sword into your bodies countless times. How could I not be fast?"
The blacksmith's gaze swept over the precious collection: Su Qingni of Emei, Chu Yueying of Huashan, Tang Youlian of Tangmen
, Mo Caixuan of Baihua…
each a once renowned beauty in the martial world, now stood quietly in the display room, obediently allowing
the blacksmith to admire them.
Each face was stunningly beautiful, each body alluring and captivating, the only thing they had in common
was that their lower bodies—all had a sword inserted into them!

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