Exterminate the whole family 1-2

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The Massacre of the Family

Part One: Work

It was very cold, and the rain was especially cold. The wind, mixed with raindrops, lashed against Wu Lun's face. She shivered, desperately hugging me with her body, giving me her last bit of warmth. Wu Lun's eyes were filled with fear… That look of fear was deeply etched into my mind, and I would never forget the warmth she gave me…

A sharp flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the darkness, and I saw a tall, dark figure approaching, carrying a still-dripping knife… I always wake up startled when I dream of this.

It wasn't a dream, but something that actually happened. From that rainy night onward, only Wu Lun and I remained in this world, and of course, there was what we had to do.

I sat up, rubbing my face, which was covered in cold sweat, my thoughts continuing for a while in the dream.

I was nine years old then, and Wu Lun was fourteen. We ran from the blood-soaked manor into the woods. I'll never forget that cold, terrifying, stormy night, nor will I forget the smile Wu Lun gave me when that man pushed her into the mud. It was Wu Lun's first time with a man; she cried from the pain, enduring it, her tears clearer than the rain…

After waking up, I always try to let my thoughts linger, as if I don't want to forget. Yes, how could I forget?

I stretched comfortably, straightened my legs, and rubbed my slightly sore legs. I remember running desperately, but I just couldn't take a step; I was exhausted. I

heard even breathing beside me, and soft groans from pain. The air was filled with unpleasant smells—sweat mixed with a hint of blood, stuffy, and the stench of excrement.
I was fully awake, back to reality. It was pitch black before me. Yes, I was in a cellar five feet underground.

In a familiar spot, I found the flint and tinder, then lit the oil lamp on the lampstand in a familiar place. This kind of oil lamp was excellent—bright and without any unpleasant smell or black smoke. I had gone to great lengths to find such a good lamp because Wu Lun disliked the smell of smoke.

I jumped off my stone bed and lit each of the oil lamps in this world, ignoring the strangely shaped white sheep. I was too lazy to figure out what they were thinking. Actually, I could tell from their eyes, but I was too lazy to think about it. I only bothered to decipher my opponent's thoughts when I was fighting for my life. They weren't a danger to me, were they?

A pair of mournful eyes stared at me from the side. These eyes were quite beautiful, very lively, and the eyelashes were pretty too.

It lit up! I put away the tinder and placed it back in my familiar spot, then rubbed my slightly sore eyes before examining the three white sheep in my hands.

Those beautiful eyes met my gaze, and she quickly lowered her head, letting her disheveled hair fall down to cover her face. Her hair was messy and dull, hanging down like tattered hemp rope. Her shoulders were beautiful, round and smooth. Her arms were tied behind her back to the wooden frame, making her look a bit like a bird in flight, which I found quite amusing. The two soft mounds of flesh hanging down her chest were even more amusing. Her waist was very thin, making her buttocks appear round in this position.

I was particularly proud of tying her up like this. She was fixed kneeling on a very rough wooden board, her legs slightly spread apart, her knees and ankles connected to the board with rough hemp rope. I didn't like her legs spread too wide; it always felt less tight when I was doing it from behind. This was good; it brought pleasure when I exerted force.

Her upper body was leaning forward, parallel to the board. I had put some thought into securing her, making sure she wasn't too comfortable. So her weight had to be supported by her wrists and knees, and she couldn't shift her center of gravity, which was just right.

I glanced at her hands, now completely drained of color and her wrists, now a dark purple, then at her bruised knees. I felt a surge of smug satisfaction. Wu Lun had entrusted her to me precisely to make her suffer like this, hadn't he?
She deserved to suffer. She was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, named Zhang Fengjiao, nicknamed "Snow Mountain Red Dot," supposedly quite influential. The Kunlun Sect, heh heh, Wu Lun had said they were among our enemies. So, no matter how cruelly they treated her, I wouldn't flinch. Blood debts must be repaid in blood.
Hanging unconscious in the center of the cellar was a woman, supposedly even more remarkable—the wife of Qin Jingya, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, named Chu Hongying. She was incredibly famous in the martial arts world, one of the "Three Heroines," the "Goddess Sword of Mount Hua."

Well, her reputation was certainly impressive, though she was a bit old, probably around thirty-five or thirty-six. But her health was good, and she was undeniably beautiful. Although Zhang Fengjiao and Nie Ping, whom I had hung on the wall, were much younger than Chu Hongying, they were far inferior to her in both figure and appearance.
I especially liked Chu Hongying's lips; they were very similar to Wu Lun's—those plump, cherry-like lips that looked pitiful and easily aroused desire.

Chu Hongying was the kind of woman who could arouse desire, not just because of her beauty, but also because beneath her delicate exterior lay a particularly stubborn heart. From the moment she fell into my hands, she had never yielded. Conquest is a very pleasurable thing. Chu Hongying, you can't escape.

My gaze slid over Chu Hongying's rounded body. The scars I had inflicted excited me. I decided to leave her for last. Even if she yielded before I lost patience, I wouldn't rush to deal with her; I was somewhat fond of her. At the same time, her power was also something I wanted. Taking away her power wouldn't be difficult; I wanted her completely broken.

I glanced again at Nie Ping hanging on the wall. Her head drooped, the blood on her wrists had dried, and her body resembled a pile of rotten flesh. I had completely lost interest in her. The legendary Emei Sect always held a certain allure, but Nie Ping was utterly pathetic. She lacked any semblance of a virtuous woman, and her meager skill was pitiful.
Usually, when facing a girl who had cultivated her internal energy for five or six years and possessed a solid foundation, it would take my "Yin-Yang Absorption Penis" about three days to completely break through her internal resistance and obtain that energy. Nie Ping was truly awful; she ejaculated after only a few thrusts, leaving me feeling utterly unsatisfied. Moreover, she wasn't particularly pretty and was rather fat. I decided to finish her off today; she had no value whatsoever.
I felt a bit bloated and needed to urinate. So I walked up to Zhang Fengjiao and kicked her swaying breasts. Zhang Fengjiao shuddered reflexively, let out a startled cry, raised her head, and shook it, tossing her messy hair aside to make her face clear. She looked at me pitifully, tears welling in her eyes. Her submission was only yesterday; seeing how I treated Nie Ping, she collapsed. The instinct for survival made her decide to yield, but she didn't know what the outcome would be.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and gestured towards her. Zhang Fengjiao obediently opened her mouth; her teeth were still very white. I moved closer and placed my penis between her lips. Not in a hurry to urinate, I quite enjoyed her clumsy sucking.

Zhang Fengjiao tightened her lips, taking my penis in, and leaned forward with all her might. The foreskin retracted, and the glans continued into her mouth. She then began to lick the slit between the glans with her tongue. She was aroused. I looked at her sunken cheeks and smiled.

As the gushing urine erupted from her urethra, Zhang Fengjiao instinctively tried to dodge, but quickly dismissed the thought. Tears welled in her eyes, her nostrils flared violently, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her face contorted in a strange expression. Urine she couldn't swallow spilled from the corner of her mouth. Damn it, looks like she's been really horny lately; her urine is a bit yellow and smells pretty strong.

After I finished urinating, I pulled my penis out and waited for Zhang Fengjiao to finish coughing.

The violent coughing woke the drowsy Chu Hongying. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, saw it, then closed them again in disgust, letting out a cold snort. She tried to struggle, but a sharp pain immediately shot through her wrists and shoulders. She quickly used her toes to brace herself, distributing her weight and relieving the pressure on her wrists and shoulders, but it still hurt. She bit her lip tightly, furrowed her brow, and her cheek muscles twitched as she swallowed a groan.

Seeing Chu Hongying's body stretched out as much as possible, I felt a little excited. This angle showed her in profile, which was quite amazing. Her already elegant calves were taut, full of life. This tension spread to her thighs and buttocks, and you could see the contraction of her round buttocks. It was wonderful; for a middle-aged woman, perhaps even a mother, to still have such beautiful buttocks was truly a miracle.

Zhang Fengjiao's cough subsided, and she quickly took my penis back into her mouth, carefully stroking it while using her tongue to clean away the remaining urine, which she then swallowed with her saliva. She'll definitely get better at it; she'll be a good chamber pot, won't she? I laughed, feeling a good, rhythmic

thrust. Meanwhile, Nie Ping woke up. "Kill me!" she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her body twitched and twisted, and the nails piercing her wrists and ankles started bleeding again, presumably from the burning sensation of the large amount of chili sauce in her vagina and anus. Because I hated her, I used this "cup-burning" method on her—a method I don't usually use on women. Even after removing the chili sauce, she wouldn't be able to penetrate me; it would be incredibly uncomfortable. I've never tried it, and I have no intention of trying.

Nie Ping's expression was terrifying; her features were distorted exaggeratedly, her mouth and nostrils flared wide as if she were breathing fire, and her body spasms had reached an unimaginable level.

I couldn't be bothered with her. What was she yelling about? You can only stop when you've gotten into the mood. If you don't perform well, we'll prolong it a bit, but her yelling is quite skillful. Keep going, anyway, I'm not that hungry.

I pulled my penis out of Zhang Fengjiao's mouth, pulled up my pants, and then went to the brazier to start a fire. Watching the flames leap up, coupled with her shrill screams, I thought it was great. I was also quite curious; Nie Ping's voice was really something else. She'd been yelling since yesterday, only resting for a while because I knocked her unconscious to sleep, and now it was still so loud and resonant. It was truly remarkable.

The fire was lit, and the air in the cellar became lively, and the smell became lively too—quite pungent.
I patiently scooped a bucket of water from the water vat and carried it to Zhang Fengjiao's side. I looked at the wooden board; there was a slab of dried feces on it, and some marks on her buttocks. I first stuck the feces into the winnowing basket, then squatted down and started cleaning her with a pig bristle brush dipped in water. This pig bristle brush was a pretty good thing—hard and tough enough that it cleaned easily.

"Damn it, you can't even poop properly!" I vigorously brushed Zhang Fengjiao's anus with the pig bristle brush.

Zhang Fengjiao groaned, her body twisting, but she couldn't escape. It must have hurt a little, right? Her skin turned rosy after being scrubbed, and her anus, formed by layers of fleshy folds, contracted and twisted. She dared not resist in the slightest, even trying to spread her buttocks as wide as possible. The muscles in her buttocks and thighs twitched, and her vaginal opening became active. Her pubic hair was quite thick, but her vulva was quite beautiful. The virgin land, only recently opened, still retained its fresh color, not very full, but very moist. Her labia majora were open, revealing the tender flesh inside to me—quite nice.

I used a boar bristle brush to brush her vulva as well, and her moans turned into screams, her spasms changed form. I was very satisfied, feeling the flames within me ignite, and I entered a state of heightened arousal. A good state is a necessary prerequisite for cultivation. I left Zhang Fengjiao, adjusting my internal energy, preparing to try again to break through Chu Hongying's internal energy barrier. Even if I couldn't break through, it wouldn't be a big deal; the process would be enjoyable, wouldn't it? I was a little impatient.

"Heroine, heroine, isn't she just a dirty woman?"

I walked up behind Chu Hongying. Her back muscles tensed instinctively. I liked seeing her tense; after all, she was a middle-aged woman, with some excess fat. Her waist was no longer smooth and slender, but rather had some soft, fleshy areas, a rounded feel, which was somewhat of a disappointment. I preferred the waist of a young girl, and round but firm buttocks like that.

"Be good, and you'll suffer less."

I brushed down her back with a boar bristle brush. Some of the scabbed wounds reopened, revealing pink, tender flesh underneath. Stimulated by the cold water, her back twitched uneasily, trying to dodge. Her head tilted back desperately, letting out a long sigh, but without groaning.

"How's it going? Not a pleasant feeling, is it?" I put down the boar bristle brush and reached out to stroke her plump buttocks. Although large, her buttocks weren't exaggerated; the lines were smooth, and the scars on them added a touch of allure. The feel was exceptionally good, especially the shivers caused by shame or pain—it was a strange sensation. "Be good, here, spread it out a bit."

I patiently played with her, adjusting my inner energy. When the time was right, I wouldn't hesitate. Now, playing with her inner thoughts was the real fun, wasn't it? After all, she was once a female knight-errant who commanded respect and enjoyed a high status in the martial arts world. Being wantonly played with like this by me was something she definitely couldn't accept, and it also gave me a good thrill.

Chu Hongying bit her lip and closed her eyes. After all, she wasn't a little girl anymore; she knew how to deal with men, and during the process of being raped, she did experience very subtle feelings, but the shame couldn't be ignored. Moreover, this man wanted more than just her body. The agonizing, boiling sensation in her dantian after being violated was a warning to Chu Hongying of a dangerous situation: this man was about to use a very special technique to steal the internal cultivation she had painstakingly cultivated, bit by bit. What could she do?

While continuing to scrub Chu Hongying's thighs with a pig bristle brush, I slipped my fingers between her taut buttocks. Despite her efforts to resist, women are truly pitiful; their backs are almost defenseless against men. Her resistance had little effect, only making me appreciate her more.

I placed my fingers on her fleshy vulva, extending my index finger and rubbing along the delicate crevice. Her labia majora parted, then closed again, pinching my finger. The tender flesh inside tried to avoid such contact, and her body began to writhe, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

A virgin in such a situation would likely only feel humiliation and fear, but a mature woman with sexual experience feels differently. They are not afraid; they experience a degree of comfort. This feeling of comfort was a conditioned reflex formed from previous sexual encounters. They knew what was coming, and it wasn't scary at all; on the contrary, it would be pleasurable, right? The premise was being with the man they loved.
Reality was cruel; the one contemplating them wasn't their beloved husband, but a man who wanted them to submit. Yet, this feeling of comfort still arose. Chu Hongying was in pain, and this pain intensified the feeling of humiliation. Her heart was breaking, but how could she refuse?

The muscles in her buttocks and thighs tensed and relaxed intermittently, and she tried her best to clamp my hand, restricting its movement. I grew impatient and vigorously brushed her buttocks with a boar bristle brush, then flipped the brush handle and poked it into her anus.

The fleshy vortex fearfully tried to escape, so her resistance lessened. She prepared to submit first; after all, humiliation couldn't be avoided. Chu Hongying slightly opened her legs, leaned forward, and her breathing became heavy, but the tense muscles relaxed. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her back, and that area became moist…

I was satisfied. I unzipped my pants, looked down at my erect penis, and pulled back the foreskin, letting the tip of my swollen, egg-sized glans press against it. I spread her buttocks apart, revealing her moist, pulsating vulva.

Compared to the pink and tender vulva of a young girl, the vulva of a middle-aged woman is not very attractive. Chu Hongying's vulva was full, like a small, mound. Her pubic hair was also thick, covering her mons pubis and continuing to spread. Her labia majora were mostly a deep brown, and the long, dark pubic hair was wet and stuck to her vulva with secretions, making it look somewhat dirty.

But the part between her labia majora was still quite delicate, and the vulva looked somewhat alluring, possessing a unique temptation. At the same time, I knew this vulva was a good thing; not only was it tight, but Chu Hongying knew how to handle men, which would be quite fun, so I didn't care much about the visual disappointment.

I aimed at the opening and thrust in. Her body trembled slightly. With each thrust, she contracted her vagina forcefully, wanting it to end quickly; she knew this would bring the man to orgasm quickly.
I felt her movements; it felt good. While enjoying the liberation of her body and the torment of her mind, I began to circulate my internal energy, concentrating it at the tip of my glans, and then violently thrust into her body. The friction and her contractions brought pleasure. My internal energy circulated rapidly, releasing the pleasure. I could feel her internal energy responding; I knew that after this process ended, Chu Hongying's internal energy barrier would weaken a little more.

Chu Hongying tried her best to control the increasingly violent impact stirring up waves within her body, a very difficult restraint. Familiar and unfamiliar sensations came one after another. Gradually, the feeling of humiliation disappeared, leaving her adrift in the surging sensory stimulation.

It was a floating sensation, a tingling, pleasurable feeling that shattered the last vestiges of restraint in my heart. My inner energy surged within my dantian, my entire body grew hot, every pore opened and I sweated. It felt like soaking in warm water—comfortable, yet intensely passionate…

Chu Hongying's body contracted violently, gripping my penis tightly, then loosening, then tightening again. Her vagina reached an unprecedented temperature, and simultaneously, an unprecedented wetness. I felt my glans being stimulated by something warm—this was what I wanted. I exhaled, changing the state of my penis. My glans swelled to an unprecedented degree, the tip opening and swallowing.

She convulsed, letting out a long groan through her nose, her head drooping, her body collapsing, the tightness of her vagina loosening, her body still twitching.

I breathed heavily, my hands gripping her waist, continuing to thrust into her now-soft buttocks. The response was weak, but I had to complete this task, a crucial step in my cultivation. I was diligently absorbing her essence, and this was also the time to refine her internal energy barriers. Simultaneously, I had to suppress my increasingly surging urge to ejaculate; ejaculation was dangerous for me.

I withdrew, returning to my stone bed, sitting cross-legged, circulating my internal energy through the body in cycles. After a long while, my body swelled, my limbs and bones emitting crisp "crackling" sounds. These sounds grew denser and louder, then faded.

Zhang Fengjiao and Chu Hongying stared in astonishment at the subtle changes happening to me. My face gradually flushed, growing increasingly red, almost the color of blood. At the height of the crackling, my face turned pale, growing ever paler, as if shrouded in a dark blue mist.

"Devil! You're practicing the 'Three Talents Disintegration Penis' of the Feather Robe Blade!" Chu Hongying screamed in despair. Her voice was shrill, and after the screams subsided, her whole body went limp, seemingly lifeless, just a lump of flesh hanging there.

The popping sounds gradually disappeared. I stretched my body, opened my eyes, and smiled coldly. "As expected of the 'Goddess Sword of Mount Hua' among the Three Heroines, you've got quite a lot of knowledge. You even recognize my 'Three Talents Disintegration Penis.'"

I stood up, walked to Chu Hongying's side, reached out and lifted her chin, looked into her lifeless eyes, and smiled. "How is it? Comfortable?"

"Don't touch me!" Chu Hongying was startled. She desperately shook her head, trying to break free from me.

I reached out and grabbed her breast, twisted it hard, then pinched the nipple, which had turned brown, between my index finger and thumb, and pulled it outward with force.

"Ah..." Chu Hongying screamed miserably, her face ruined by pain and fear. Sweat streamed down her temples, and tears fell for the first time. "Please...please, let me go."

"Do you think I would?" I released her, watching her stretched nipple spring back. Her full breasts swayed, the muscles inside contorting—it was quite amusing.

The pain seemed insignificant now. Chu Hongying abandoned all restraint, pleading incessantly.
"You know what my 'Three Talents Disintegrating Penis' will turn you into, right?" I reached for her other breast—a perfect toy.

Chu Hongying desperately tried to escape, oblivious to the concept of death. The "Three Talents Disintegrating Penis" wasn't a killing technique, but it could turn a person into a demon. What kind of demon? Chu Hongying didn't know.
But the legends in the martial world were terrifying; this was why the six righteous sects and the evil Nine Heavens joined forces in the bloody battle of Luoyang. Only ten years had passed since that bloody battle, the horrific scenes still vivid in her mind. Chu Hongying's heart turned cold, trembling at the prospect of the near future. This hellish ghost had come for revenge; he wasn't seeking physical pleasure by raping her, but rather to use this humiliating method to turn her into a demon.

Zhang Fengjiao watched as the usually strong Chu Hongying suddenly collapsed, and she felt she couldn't hold on any longer. For some reason, she felt like she was in an ice cellar, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Why was she so terrified? Was it that seemingly harmless "Three Talents Disintegrating Penis"? It didn't seem entirely so.

This handsome man was smiling, a beautiful, happy smile. Why was she so terrified when she saw such a radiant smile? Zhang Fengjiao couldn't understand, but Chu Hongying's terrified, chaotic gaze seemed to reveal an answer—this handsome man was a ghost returned from hell, eroding something, leaving not even bones behind.

Zhang Fengjiao greatly admired the outstanding Chu Hongying. Chu Hongying was the idol of girls like Zhang Fengjiao who had just started out in the martial arts world. Every girl who embarked on the path of the martial arts world with a sword took the three heroines as her goal. Seeing her idol crumble, Zhang Fengjiao could only crumble as well.

In fact, she had already given in. There was no need to be afraid anymore, was there?

Nie Ping, hanging on the wall beside her, had stopped screaming. She no longer had the strength to scream, only hoarse moans remained. Her almost frantic writhing had also weakened, leaving only intermittent convulsions. Her stomach was still heaving violently, and her thighs were covered in red stuff, indistinguishable from blood or something else, and the smell was extremely foul. She had urinated uncontrollably and couldn't defecate because I had plugged her anus with a wooden plug.

I boiled a basin of water on the brazier and filled the large wooden basin next to it. While waiting for the water to boil, I tidied up the cellar, turned on all six ventilation pipes to air it out, threw their excrement down the storage chute, and then rinsed the cellar floor with water.

Once the smell was a little better, I returned to my stone bed, sat down, took out my deerskin bag from the stone lattice on the wall, and carefully examined my knives. I was a little hungry, and I figured Chu Hongying and Zhang Fengjiao were hungry too.
I brought a crescent-shaped spatula to my lips and licked it; the strange metallic taste always excited me. I glanced at the increasingly listless Nie Ping, then fixed my gaze on her lower body. She'd been savoring it for a day and a night; it must be quite flavorful by now. A little spiciness would prevent it from being too greasy; after all, it was mostly oily fat. I loved fatty meat, and just thinking about the fragrant, diced pieces stir-fried in a pan made my mouth water.

The copper bell in the communication hole rang. Was Wu Lun back?

I put the crescent spatula back into the deerskin pouch and tugged it four times, sometimes long, sometimes short. If the response was two long and one short, then Wu Lun had returned from Xiangyang, and I could go out through the main passage to see her. If it was one tug, then enemies were pursuing us, and I would go out through the back passage to ambush them outside the bamboo forest. If it was two tugs, then someone else had returned with her, and she wanted me to go out and meet that person.

What I disliked most was the sound of the two copper bells ringing. Ever since we finally established our home in the bamboo forest of Xishan in Xiangyang, she had been constantly bringing men back. I hated seeing those men because they came only to sleep with Wu Lun, in exchange for teaching us martial arts. Actually, we had the "Feather Robe Manual" left by Wu Lun's father, so we didn't need to learn any other people's nonsense martial arts, but Wu Lun insisted on it.

Of course, the men she brought back became tools for us to prove our progress in martial arts. After all, martial arts isn't just about practice; it's in life-or-death battles that killing techniques can be maximized. Martial arts are for killing, right? I've never doubted that. From a young age, I knew the law of the jungle: men are for killing, and women are for eating—it's that simple. Of course, Wu Lun was the only exception. She taught me these principles, and I trusted her; I couldn't live without her since I was a child. Unfortunately,

the copper bells rang twice more. Frustrated, I dressed, slipped on my shoes, and walked to the stone door of the main passage. I channeled my inner energy to push it open.

This stone door had a mechanism; before my cultivation reached a certain level, I always had to manipulate it to enter and exit. Now, I didn't need to. This heavy stone door seemed increasingly insignificant before me. Today, it felt even lighter. I knew this was because I had received Nie Ping's inner energy. Through my circulation, I had transformed Nie Ping's inner energy into a part of myself. This transformation wasn't complete, but my inner strength had indeed improved.
I closed the stone door behind me, walked through a sloping upward passage, and arrived at a natural cave with a babbling brook. I needed to stay here for a while, wash up, and change clothes to get rid of the smell. After
showering and changing, I let my wet hair hang loose, walked up about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) of cave floor, turned left, and pushed open an even heavier stone door, bathing in sunlight. It was the entrance to a cave in the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

I hid at the cave entrance for a moment to adjust to the sunlight before stepping into the sun. The air was so fresh, and the bamboo smelled wonderfully clean. The brightness was almost unbearable; my skin felt tight all over, but it still felt wonderful. The world of birdsong and fragrant flowers made me feel alive, and my spirits lifted.

I looked back at the restored mountain wall, feeling somewhat surprised. I couldn't remember how Wu Lun had discovered this obviously man-made cave. I should be grateful for this cave; without it, we would have died long ago and would never have seen the sun.

There was always a bow and arrows at the cave entrance, which I didn't really know how to use. Holding the bow and arrows, I looked like a typical hunter, which wouldn't arouse suspicion. But even if they were suspicious, so what?

Passing through the bamboo forest, the three bamboo huts where Wu Lun practiced his cultivation stood gracefully beside the stream. The exquisite bamboo bridge over the stream was the link connecting my world with Wu Lun's.

The bamboo bridge was beautiful. Whenever Wu Lun returned, fresh flowers would bloom on the bridge railings. I didn't know much about flowers, but I loved their fragrance.

Standing in the bamboo grove, I saw the graceful Wu Lun leaning against the railing through the dense bamboo. Her white dress and soft hair swayed gently in the breeze, following the direction of the water's flow, and the silver ribbon binding her hair also fluttered. Her face was relaxed in the sunlight, and she smiled sweetly as she inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, her alluring eyes gazing at a handsome young man in a magnificent red hero's cloak fishing not far away. He wore a golden crown on his head, the red pom-pom making his face appear like a peach blossom.

The young man was indeed very handsome, more beautiful than many girls I had ever seen. He was gentle, and I couldn't see any of the somewhat aggressive murderous aura that Wu Lun had brought with her before. His gaze was gentle, his expression was very gentle, and his rosy lips were slightly pursed, as if responding to Wu Lun's tenderness with a smile.

I suddenly felt incredibly agitated, though I didn't know why. Perhaps it was because the way Wu Lun looked at this young man was so different from how she usually looked at men? I didn't know whether to go over or stay where I was. At the same time, I felt something I'd never noticed before, something very unsettling, a feeling that seemed to be driving me crazy.
Wu Lun's gaze suddenly turned towards me. Her always clear, bright eyes drifted past where I was hiding, and she smiled slightly, as if beckoning me. I involuntarily took a step forward. I had never disobeyed Wu Lun before; I was used to it. When she beckoned, I went. Her embrace was so warm, her scent so sweet; she made me feel safe.

"This is the renowned 'Jade-Faced Mengchang,' Xiu Jingsi, the young hero. Young hero Xiu, this is my younger brother, Liu Shang." Wu Lun came over, took my hand, and stood beside me in the middle of the bamboo bridge. She tried her best to stand tall and straight because I had grown taller, and she always complained that I was now taller than her.

Xiu Jingsi put down his fishing rod, stood up, looked at me intently, and then bowed very politely. "Miss Wu, you flatter me. I am Xiu Jingsi from Wudang."

He appeared very gentle and humble, but I could tell he was a very proud man. I faced this seemingly polite Xiu Jingsi with the same intensity I would use to fight a life-or-death battle with an enemy. Through his eyes, I seemed to have sensed his inner wariness, and he was facing me with the same intensity he would use to fight an enemy.

"I suppose Brother Wu, like your sister, is a disciple of Master Huangya of Yuquan Mountain. Indeed, your lightness skill is excellent."
Who is Master Huangya?

I looked at Wu Lun without changing my expression, unsure how to answer.

Wu Lun laughed, "How can we farmers compare to Young Master Xiu? Liu Shang has only been hunting in the mountains since childhood, so he's naturally agile, but his martial arts are quite poor. I hope Young Master Xiu can give him some pointers, as boys need to find a future."

"I wouldn't dare. I can spar with Brother Wu, but I can't possibly offer guidance."
"Sister, Young Master Xiu, I've caught two rabbits, I'll take them over to clean them." I walked past Wu Lun, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Actually, your brother's martial arts are quite good, aren't they?" Xiu Jingsi always trusted his own judgment. With his current skill, he could detect even the slightest movement within a ten-foot radius. Now, a living person had appeared so silently, without him noticing, which was both unexpected and terrifying.

Xiu Jingsi had to re-evaluate the woman before him. He had come to this valley with a purpose, not just for Wu Lun's beauty. Undeniably, Wu Lun's innate charm was captivating; she was even more beautiful than his fiancée, Fang Ningning.

But perhaps a simple comparison wasn't appropriate. Xiu Jingsi's mind drifted to Fang Ningning's strikingly beautiful face, her flowing white robes, and the time they'd shared life-and-death experiences in the martial world—those were sweet memories, weren't they? Xiu Jingsi gazed at the flowing river, a warm smile spreading across her face.

A shadow rippled in the river, a shadow that still made Xiu Jingsi's heart race. After all, Wu Lun exuded a completely different kind of allure compared to Fang Ningning. Yes, it was indeed alluring. This woman's stunning beauty was merely a superficial temptation; her inner world was far more mysterious.

Xiu Jingsi sensed Wu Lun behind her, the faint scent of bamboo leaves wafting in the fresh air. What would happen? Xiu Jingsi suddenly felt uncertain. She had initially been confident that this woman could lead her to Chu Hongying's whereabouts, because this woman had mysteriously appeared in Xiangyang on the night Chu Hongying disappeared. Although it wasn't certain she was responsible, it should provide some clues.
But after seeing the man named Liu Shang, Xiu Jingsi felt it necessary to re-evaluate both Wu Lun and Wu Lun. Had she been too reckless to venture alone into this almost isolated bamboo forest? She definitely sensed danger—the intuition of a wandering swordsman. She wondered how accurate this intuition was.
"Actually, I taught him martial arts. Don't you think I taught him well?" Wu Lun smiled, closing the distance further. She sat down next to Xiu Jingsi, lifted her long skirt, removed her shoes and socks, and untied the leg bindings tightly binding her calves, then rolled up her trousers to her knees.

She seemed a little plump, which Wu Lun found displeasing. She secretly glanced at Xiu Jingsi and smiled. Xiu Jingsi's gaze landed on his calves and feet, his face flushing red, his eyes revealing the peculiar greed of a man for a woman's body.

What the hell, this young hero? What the hell, this "Jade-Faced Mengchang"? He seemed to have the air of one, but wasn't he essentially...? Wu Lun, with a playful smile, dipped her feet into the stream and swung them.

Xiu Jingsi felt her heart pounding. This was the first time, besides her younger sister Xiu Jingying, she had seen a girl's body so clearly.

Those long, shapely calves were so white, their elegant calves displaying a soft feel, reflecting the sunlight like two crystal-clear treasures. Those rounded ankles, those beautiful toes, were all so lovely. The veins beneath the smooth skin of the instep were clearly visible; the toes seemed almost transparent, their edges rosy, making them even more delicate and adorable. Those ten toes playfully wiggled…

Xiu Jingsi desperately tried to look away, but she couldn't. This temptation was very different from the allure of Wu Lun's bewitching eyes and exquisite figure; it was too direct, making her heart flutter and her breath catch in her throat.

Xiu Jingsi felt her mouth was dry. Was she being too greedy? Where had her gentleness and propriety, her composure in the face of temptation, gone? It seemed she hadn't seen through herself yet!

This infuriated Xiu Jingsi. She had a fiancée; how could she have such almost insane thoughts about another woman? The thought was indeed a bit too crazy. She wanted to touch Wu Lun's calves, she wanted to…

Xiu Jingsi saw Wu Lun supporting herself on her arms, her face comfortably bathed in the sunlight. Her arched eyebrows, long, slightly trembling eyelashes, delicate, upturned nose, rosy lips, and alluring, fleshy double chin, her relaxed neck, extending downwards to the mysterious, beautiful curves draped in white…

She couldn't look anymore! No!

The sinful thought grew increasingly mad. A woman full of allure was dangerous, too dangerous! Xiu Jingsi worried that she would pounce on Wu Lun as she imagined, pinning her down and touching everything about her. She did have that impulse, and it was growing stronger.

"What's wrong? Are you sad?" Wu Lun opened her eyes, looking curiously at Xiu Jingsi, who was pressing her hand to her chest. She found it amusing; this little brat probably didn't know the taste of a woman yet.

She smiled, a pure and clear smile. From the age of fourteen, Wu Lun knew her smile could deceive; now, at twenty-four, this smile was a powerful weapon, wasn't it?

"It's nothing, my training hasn't been going well lately. My internal energy is stagnating in my chest 　　, and I just can't seem to get it right. "
"Oh, then you must be careful." 　　Pushing open the stone door, the woman's sobbing entered my ears. I felt very impatient; I was already quite annoyed, and I needed to find a place to vent 　　. ********** ... Looking back on my previous works, I realize I've focused too much on action and not enough on actual combat. As the moderator of the martial arts section, I, Liu Shang, have been somewhat unworthy of the title. I apologize to everyone for that. Now, let's get started! 　　I'm going to use a first-person perspective for the fight, to at least fulfill my own heroic dream. 　　In my new work, "Extermination of the Clan," I plan to make Liu Shang a very tragic character. His motivations are shifted from Wu Lun's. He can't face the women who have passed through his life, misses out on true love, and is a complete failure from beginning to end. He can't judge right from wrong, can't distinguish between good and evil, is tyrannical and cold-blooded, driven by the flames of revenge. By the time he finds the happiness he seeks, it's too late; he collapses. Thus, Liu Shang, who had no rivals, is defeated by his own regret. 　　This is the idea. I plan to use Liu Shang's sword and Wu Lun's body to conquer those damn imposing righteous heroes, wiping out the Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, and Five Mountains Sword Sects, plus some fictional sects, whether righteous or evil—make it bloody. 　　As for "chivalry," I intend to use some characters from the righteous faction to accomplish this mission. Would that highlight the tragedy of Liu Shang's revenge? Maybe it won't work well. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Another brother said he likes " 　　changing things up," but 　　I really don't understand what you mean. Is it both righteous and evil? Or something else? Please advise. ********** ... Chu Hongying was in tears, her eyes blank and empty, devoid of meaning. She was haunted by her future. 　　The water was boiling, bubbling and steaming, making the cellar warm. I put the knife in the boiling water to heat it, then went over and removed Nie Ping from the wall. Due to blood loss and excruciating pain, Nie Ping had already fainted. 　　I placed this seemingly chaotic body on a specially made wooden bed and patiently secured her limbs and head. Secure the head was crucial; I had made an adjustable wooden pillow, placed her head on it, and then retracted the pillow to clamp her head tightly, so that even if she woke up, she wouldn't be able to move at all. 　　Everything was happening right before Chu Hongying and Zhang Fengjiao's eyes. They watched in horror as I slowly prepared, imagining the worst possible actions I would take against Nie Ping. 　　Limbs, head, and waist were all secured; Nie Ping had no room to move. She was spread out like a lamb to the slaughter. I looked at Nie Ping's mangled genitals; they were terribly swollen, quite amusingly distended, the skin glistening, revealing the capillaries inside. Her entire vulva was writhing with her abdominal spasms, her vaginal opening wide open. The red chili water flowing from the dark opening had mostly stopped, some of it congealed. Her buttocks were expanding and contracting like breathing, no longer under her conscious control; she was constantly trying to relieve the burning sensation in her body. It looked a bit disgusting, but incredibly stimulating.

I found a wooden basin, mixed cold and hot water to a suitable temperature, and then placed Nie Ping's left hand into it. She was awakened by the scalding water. Although the sensation in her hand was very weak, she could still feel it. Seeing me washing her hand with the boiling water, Nie Ping screamed with all her might. Her

piercing screams were quite pleasant music. I cleaned the blood and grime from her hand, watching her fleshy hand regain its vitality, slowly but surely grasping and squeezing. I was satisfied. Once the skin on her hand had turned pink, I took out a small knife and gently made a circle on her wrist. Crimson blood immediately stained the water.

"Please...please, don't do this!" Nie Ping stopped screaming. She tried to focus her gaze on her hand. She didn't feel much pain anymore, just horrified; her skin was being ripped from her body intact.

Zhang Fengjiao, standing nearby, began to vomit violently, while Chu Hongying stared blankly at everything that was happening.
I operated with practiced ease, using tweezers to grasp the peeled skin. Where it stuck tightly together, I used the small crescent-shaped spatula to cut away the sticky tissue, continuing to peel the skin off my hand. Her struggles weren't a problem; once I got the rhythm, it was easy to handle…

Then came her right hand. Nie Ping had already fainted again, making the work much easier. But I found it boring; I loved hearing her pitiful screams and enjoyed the look of utter terror in her eyes. I woke her up again and began peeling the skin off her face. This required extreme care; the lips and eye sockets were easily damaged if I wasn't careful…

“Don't come any closer! Don't touch me!” When I approached Chu Hongying with the still-dripping mask, she writhed wildly, her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head frantically, her whole body trying to dodge. I held the mask up to Chu Hongying's face and was satisfied. This kind of live-peeled skin was best; when it was made into a mask, it wouldn't lose its spirit.

I placed the dough on the stone table beside me, side by side with her hands, then returned to Nie Ping's still convulsing body. I reached down and pulled out the wooden plug from her lower body, and a thick, indescribable paste practically gushed out, continuously flowing out.

Nie Ping's skin wasn't very good; otherwise, I could have asked Wu Lun to make me a little jacket or something. Clothes made from human skin are excellent—lightweight, soft, sturdy, breathable, and with good warmth retention. They're a very good material for underwear. Having learned my lesson, I decided against Nie Ping's. Besides, dealing with a slightly overweight woman like that is troublesome; too much subcutaneous fat makes the knife sticky.

I looked at Nie Ping's face. It wasn't a pretty face at all. Now all that was left was red, muscular flesh and some yellowish-white tendons twitching. The wooden pillow was completely red and shiny. Her features were simply unrecognizable, leaving several dark holes. She was dying. I had to hurry...

It was very satisfying to complete a task that seemed difficult. On my stone table, I laid out the heart, liver, eyeballs, breasts, two back muscles, her delicious genitals and buttocks, and muscles taken from her thighs and calves. As for Nie Ping's body, it had already been cleared away through the storage passage. I also cleaned the specially made wooden bed until it was spotless, leaving no trace...

After working for half a day, I was sweating a little and was indeed hungry. So I cleaned the very fresh heart and liver, then sliced them with a knife and put them in a large bowl, seasoning them with salt and wine. Then I set up the rack and pot, cut a lump of fat from one of the breasts, and put it in the pot to melt. Soon, the aroma of the fat filled the air, and a clear layer of oil appeared in the pot. I added the seasoned ingredients and stir-fried them, along with green garlic and red peppers. I didn't want it too overcooked; I like it tender. When the rich, mixed aroma came out, I took it off the heat. Then I transferred it to another pot and boiled the breast and genitals in it to maintain their shape.

With some seasoning, it tasted pretty good. "Hungry?" I walked over to Chu Hongying and poked at the heart-shaped piece of meat on the plate with my chopsticks. Next time, I'll have to make sure to shave off the hair; it's really unappetizing with the hair on. Oh well, it's not like I'm eating it.

Chu Hongying's lips trembled and tightened, she breathed only through her nose, and pleaded with me with the most pitiful gaze.

"How can you not eat?" I laughed, using the tip of my chopsticks to tease Chu Hongying's lips. She flinched as if electrocuted. "Try it, it's delicious, a rare treat." I picked up a heart-shaped piece of meat and poked it at Chu Hongying's mouth. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

"No, no, don't!" Zhang Fengjiao cried out desperately as I approached her, but there was nowhere to escape.

I put the bowl aside, squatted down, and looked with interest at Zhang Fengjiao's contorted face. I reached out and held her chin, making her face me. "How are you? Hungry?"

Zhang Fengjiao shook her head vigorously, unsure how to answer my question.

"Eat something even if you're not hungry, you're the most obedient." I increased the pressure slightly with my fingers. "Otherwise, did you see what she looked like?" I smiled, pinching her cheeks and forcing her to open her mouth. She tried to close it, but not very firmly.

I took the small knife I had used to dismember Nie Ping and placed it on Zhang Fengjiao's lips.

"No! I'll eat!"...

After a satisfying meal, I leaned back on the stone couch, legs crossed, listening to Zhang Fengjiao's dry heaving and sobbing. Recalling the painful expression on her face as she chewed and swallowed, I felt a little sleepy.

*** *** *** ***

Wu Lun loosened the belt of his shirt, letting his long skirt fall to his feet. He didn't look at the window, knowing perfectly well that someone was lurking there, but this person wasn't dangerous, was he? At least not now.

Xiu Jingsi didn't know why she had come here so unexpectedly. She couldn't control the evil within her. She had come out for a walk to clear her chaotic mind, but involuntarily found herself at Wu Lun's window, witnessing the beautiful scene unfolding before her.

She saw the long skirt slip down, and Xiu Jingsi's gaze was immediately drawn to those round, smooth shoulders and the exposed, slender arms, their skin as white as snow, dazzling and captivating. Wu Lun's long hair cascaded freely, making her exceptionally beautiful face appear translucent. Her gaze was gentle, her neck so elegant and smooth, and the exposed skin of her chest glowed with a delicate hue. Her breasts became more prominent, appearing alluring and alluring within the moon-white undergarment, seemingly trembling softly. How slender and graceful her waist was!

Oh! Her arms encircled her back, the undergarment loosened, and her two jade rabbits, freed from their restraints, bounced out with vibrant life. With a sway, the two amber-like nipples left a wondrous trail, their beautiful curves shifting. What a pity! These full and beautiful breasts were only glimpsed briefly before she turned away.
But how beautiful her back was! The smooth and delicate visual enjoyment was simply too wonderful! Below her slender waist, the curves flowed smoothly, her waist and hips displaying a captivating heat. She moved slightly, a ribbon fell to the side, and her snow-white silk trousers slid off her body. Oh! It was clear now. Although a pair of moon-white silk shorts still covered her most beautiful parts, but… but those legs, those legs were beautiful enough, so elegant and strong, yet so tender. If only…

Xiu Jingsi dared not look anymore. He forced himself to leave, leaning against the bamboo wall, pressing his face tightly against the cool bamboo, pressing his hands hard against his chest, feeling the heat surging within him, a tingling, numb sensation, as if his whole body was immersed in scalding water.

“Who!” Wu Lun’s voice broke Xiu Jingsi’s struggle. The very soft voice was enough to make Xiu Jingsi lose his composure. He wanted to escape, and he did just that, but his legs were weak and his heart was racing. His hard-earned martial arts skills and composure seemed to have vanished, and the beautiful figure was flashing before his eyes.

The fight was instinctive, but the moves were utterly disorganized. If she had acted like this during regular practice, she wouldn't have been able to forgive herself, even without her father's scolding. Fortunately, Wu Lun's martial arts seemed quite poor, and she still tried her best to cover her body with her left hand.

This move should have worked; forcing Wu Lun back would allow her to escape. But… Xiu Jingsi found herself holding a smooth, warm wrist. It was so slippery; she almost lost her grip. Was she unable to dodge? Xiu Jingsi froze, watching as she pulled Wu Lun closer. Her eyes were filled with surprise. Her left hand, which had been holding the long robe, swung out, and the robe fluttered in the wind, leaving only a beautiful body and the faint scent of bamboo leaves…
“Young Master Xiu, you…”

Wu Lun was in her arms, the touch soft and warm. Xiu Jingsi trembled, unable to let go. He stared intently at the somewhat panicked Wu Lun. In the moonlight, her face flickered, her chest heaving, the shadows between her firm breasts particularly alluring. The hand he held softened, and her body went limp.
"Let go!" Wu Lun struggled, looking furious. "I never imagined you, the esteemed 'Jade-Faced Mengchang,' the young hero of Wudang, would be such a beast in human form!" The struggle ceased, her body went limp, and she fainted, curling up in his arms. Torn

between mind and body, Xiu Jingsi stood blankly beside the bamboo bed where Wu Lun lay. The lamp in the bamboo house was bright, and the unconscious Wu Lun was right before him, her body laid bare…

No! Xiu Jingsi took two steps back. Yes! He was a disciple of a prestigious sect, a chivalrous man, and on the fifteenth of August, he was to marry Fang Ningning, the "Sword of the Plain Hands" from the Emei Sect. He couldn't do something so beastly, couldn't betray Fang Ningning, with whom he had shared life and death. But…

Xiu Jingsi pulled the thin blanket beside him over to cover Wu Lun's body, his gaze lingering on Wu Lun's pale face. She needed care, didn't she? Her condition was his doing; how could he run away?!
The lamp was too glaring! Xiu Jingsi went over and blew out the lamp. The darkness was gone, leaving only the soft glow of the stars and moon. His mood improved slightly, but the surging desire was even stronger. He tried hard to restrain himself, finding a reason not to leave—he had to wait for Wu Lun to wake up and then explain things clearly, no matter what.
Wu Lun stirred, reaching out to press her head, letting out a soft groan, seemingly in pain. The thin blanket slipped open, revealing one breast perfectly.

"How is she?" Xiu Jingsi rushed to the bamboo bed.

"Young Master Xiu, is that you?" Wu Lun's voice was soft and weak, evoking pity. Her hands hung limply at her sides, her eyes opened, overflowing with a unique tenderness, slightly disheveled, a strand of hair hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her lips moved, "What's wrong with me?"

Xiu Jingsi couldn't resist placing his hand on her delicate breasts. The close-up view was too stimulating; desire kept reminding him: "Go ahead, touch them, just a touch, maybe she won't mind, the feeling will definitely be wonderful." But reason reminded him: "Xiu Jingsi, what are you doing? Don't you know that's a sin?"
Wu Lun tried to sit up, but the thin blanket slipped off, and she gasped, falling back down. Xiu Jingsi almost instinctively reached out to support Wu Lun. Here it came again, the smooth touch of his fingertips, the cool, smooth skin.

"What's wrong with me?" Wu Lun, like a frightened little animal, desperately burrowed into Xiu Jingsi's arms. Xiu Jingsi couldn't control himself and erupted. He had no experience, but he knew this kind of contact was incredibly wonderful. He pushed Wu Lun down, pressed himself against him, and groped him haphazardly, pressing his burning lips against Wu Lun's tender skin. Whatever, this felt so good!

Wu Lun wanted to laugh. What a fool! He had such a clever face, what was he doing all this for?
Wu Lun didn't laugh. He had to stick to the plan. He had to be forced, everything that happened had to be forced. That way, when Xiu Jingsi came to his senses, he would feel incredibly guilty, and Xiu Jingsi would be under his control. Although this was really uncomfortable, it wouldn't bring him to orgasm. Sex without an orgasm was torture.

Sigh, having sex with a greenhorn, achieving orgasm wasn't so easy, but it was novel and exciting enough. Greenhorns had even stronger explosive power. The first time was like that, but it would get better next time, right?

He wasn't planning to just kiss and touch him and that would be it, was he? Wu Lun felt her nipples were being bitten painfully by Xiu Jingsi, which was quite unpleasant and annoying. However, she didn't react, instead letting out soft moans that sounded uncomfortable but pleasurable—that was the technique. She even pretended to resist, pleading, "Young Master Xiu, what are you doing? We...we..."

Xiu Jingsi continued with the momentum of her body...

*** *** *** ***

After a good sleep, I woke up feeling refreshed. I got off the bed, went to the drowsy Zhang Fengjiao, unzipped my pants, and comfortably urinated into her mouth. She had somewhat mastered the technique; this time she didn't cough, but she still couldn't swallow all the urine, leaving her mouth wet. However, she was very attentive and dedicated.

After licking her clean, I went behind her and forcefully thrust my penis into her vagina. I didn't use any special techniques; I just wanted to feel good. It always feels good to do it right after waking up, and Zhang Fengjiao's vagina was indeed quite nice—tight and clean.

When I entered, Zhang Fengjiao groaned in pain. After all, it was a passage that had only been opened up recently, with tear marks inside, and it hadn't been properly lubricated. I quite like hearing women moan, and the feeling of my penis penetrating her vagina and rubbing against the delicate mucous membranes was indeed very pleasurable. Due to the pain, her vagina kept contracting, and the tightness felt very good.

I held Zhang Fengjiao's hips and pushed in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, not caring much about technique; I just wanted to feel good. Slowly, her vagina became wet and active; she was trying her best to give me pleasure…

"Let me die, I beg you," Chu Hongying was already very weak. I reached out and kneaded her breasts, forcing my way into her body. She was completely relaxed and didn't respond, which was somewhat disappointing. Moreover, she kept begging me to kill her, which made me a little angry, so I pinched her hard.

Reforming a woman takes time, but a woman's body isn't as strong as her will. Slowly, Chu Hongying's body began to react. She gasped for breath, gradually collapsing. The barriers of her internal energy broke down along with her mental breakdown. What started as a trickle gradually became a torrent… Now was a crucial moment. The purpose of my actions was no longer for pleasure. I was absorbing her internal energy bit by bit, and I was also using all my own internal energy, circulating it throughout my body, devouring her internal energy, along with her secreted yin essence.

*** *** *** ***

Wu Lun sobbed, wrapped in a thin blanket.

Xiu Jingsi knelt before the bamboo bed. He awoke as the dawn illuminated the bamboo house. The frenzied night had left him dizzy and exhausted. The ecstasy of ejaculation still lingered within him. How many times had he ejaculated? He couldn't remember. The frenzied, intoxicating feeling was vivid, as was the delicate sensation of his own ravaged body. It was this sobbing that made Xiu Jingsi feel ashamed. His mind was still foggy, and he couldn't find the words to comfort the pitiful Wu Lun.

Wu Lun glanced furtively at the panicked Xiu Jingsi; his handsome face had lost its composure and confidence. Wu Lun sat up, covering his chest with the thin blanket, staring blankly into the distance, tears streaming silently down his face.

Xiu Jingsi struggled to clear her chaotic thoughts and calmed down. "Miss Wu, no, Lunlun, I, Xiu Jingsi, will never regret what I've done. Now, you are my wife. From now on, I will protect you and treat you well."

Seeing that Wu Lun didn't react, Xiu Jingsi knelt down again. "I can swear..."

"I don't want you to do this to yourself." Wu Lun struggled to get off the bed, pretending to be in unbearable pain. Her legs went weak, and she fell into Xiu Jingsi's arms. She covered Xiu Jingsi's mouth with her hand. "No matter how you treat me in the future, my body and my heart are yours now. Young hero Xiu, I know you are a famous hero in the martial arts world, a person destined for great things. You may leave me in the future, but I won't resent you, nor do I want you to bind yourself with vows, because tonight, you have brought me happiness."

"It was me..." Xiu Jingsi suddenly choked up, overwhelmed with emotion and enveloped by tenderness.
*** *** *** ***

"You agreed to teach me Wudang martial arts?" I sat by the stream washing my feet, not looking at Wu Lun. I felt a little awkward, a feeling I'd never had before, brought on by Xiu Jingsi's appearance.

Wu Lun sat down on the bluestone beside me and reached out to comb my hair. "What's wrong? Little brother, you seem a bit off."

She smiled and breathed into my ear. I felt ticklish and shrank back. "What's wrong with me?"
"You seem to have quite a temper." She laughed and tickled my armpits. I'd been doing this since I was little, and now I wasn't really ticklish anymore, but to make Wu Lun happy, I had to play along.
"Stop fooling around," Wu Lun told me to sit down. She untied my hair, spread it out, and took out a boxwood comb from her bosom. She dipped it in the stream water and gently combed my hair. "Little brother, your martial arts have improved again."
"Oh, I know. Chu Hongying has already opened the dam. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'll get it all. It will take seven more days to cultivate and fuse it, and then I can transform Chu Hongying."

I closed my eyes, enjoying Wu Lun's gentleness. I knew that this gentleness was real; Wu Lun was only the real Wu Lun when she was with me.

"You've already cultivated the 'Three Talents Disintegration Penis' to the transformation stage?"

"Oh, I obtained Chu Hongying's inner energy. I think I'm ready."

"We can't fail. Chu Hongying is very important to us."

"I know. I plan to try it on Zhang Fengjiao first, and if it goes smoothly, then I'll transform Chu Hongying. Sister, when should I make my move on Xiu Jingsi? I think I'm confident I can kill him now." "

Or maybe we shouldn't kill him. He's still useful."

"Useful?" I felt annoyed.

"Little brother, your martial arts have reached a high level; we should begin. However, the two of us alone are not enough to fight against such a powerful force. I think, I think... I think we can use Xiu Jingsi's connections to join the Wudang Sect. We can hide in the shadows, with the Wudang Sect as our cover, and cultivate our own strength discreetly..."

"Just keep Xiu Jingsi?"

"Oh, actually, Xiu Jingsi is quite good. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also incredibly wealthy. Her family owns the famous 'Tongjiyuan' trading company in Xiangyang and are major landowners. What do you think of me becoming the young mistress of the Xiu family?" Wu Lun smiled mischievously.

I breathed a sigh of relief; I finally understood that Wu Lun didn't take Xiu Jingsi seriously.

"Really, little brother, we've waited ten years, and this day has finally come. We have so much to do; we need manpower, we need money. Xiu Jingsi is a good choice."

"Okay, whatever you say, I'll listen to you. I made some wind-dried meat, do you want some?"
"Ugh! Little brother, didn't I tell you not to eat human flesh anymore? Why are you still eating it?"
"I'm used to it." I licked my lips, grinned at Wu Lun, and noticed that Wu Lun's gaze towards me was different from before.

Wu Lun knelt beside me, carefully tying my hair into a bun on top of my head, cupping my face and examining it closely, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Little brother has really grown up; you're a handsome young man now."

"Really?" I blushed a little too, because Wu Lun never acted like this towards me; her kindness was always in a different way.

"Now that we've settled down, we're going to find you a beautiful and good girl to be your wife."
"I don't want anyone else, I only want you, sister."

"Nonsense! I'm your sister, how can I be your wife?" Wu Lun's face turned even redder, her gaze darted around, she covered her face with her hands, and turned away.

"You're not my biological sister, why can't you be my wife?" I reached out and patted her shoulder.
"Little brother, stop fooling around." After a moment of awkwardness, Wu Lun faced me with a composed expression, "I'm your sister, that can't be changed, right?"

"I don't care."

"If you keep fooling around, I'll get angry."

I had no choice but to let go of Wu Lun and awkwardly continued washing my feet. That's what I really thought; besides Wu Lun, I don't think I'd like any other girl. "Sister, can you treat me like you treat other men? I'm a man now, aren't I?"

"No!"

*** *** *** ***

Who's better, Wu Lun or Fang Ningning? Xiu Jingsi was thinking about this question when she left the bamboo forest.

It was a problem he couldn't help but think about. Leaving the bamboo forest, Xiu Jingsi felt that Wu Lun's allure had lessened considerably, leaving only a sense of guilt—a guilt towards Wu Lun, and of course, the responsibility a man must bear towards a woman. He couldn't abandon Wu Lun, whom he had raped! He couldn't!

What about Fang Ningning? She was probably preparing her dowry now, waiting for the day he would go to Mount Emei to marry her. What to do?

Xiu Jingsi couldn't understand what he was thinking. He was just trying to compare them. Wu Lun and Fang Ningning were so different—one fiery and beautiful, the other pure and innocent; one tender and gentle, the other seemingly aloof. Both were good women, weren't they? Worthy of his cherishing; losing either one would be heartbreaking.

The answer was yes. Perhaps he should fulfill the marriage promise he had already made first, and then fulfill the other promise. A man couldn't break his promises, could he? At least, a man like Xiu Jingsi couldn't. His reputation as a chivalrous figure in the martial arts world was a burden, and the expectations of his father and teachers were an oppression.

Of course, Xiu Jingsi was used to facing her own heart. Her promises were sincere, but the consequences seemed somewhat questionable. Her engagement to Fang Ningning was approved by everyone; no one doubted that their union was a match made in heaven. But what about Wu Lun? She was, after all, a girl of unknown origin, and vaguely seemed to have some connection to the disappearances of several female warriors in the martial arts world.

Could it be her? She didn't possess such martial arts skills. At least Aunt Chu Hongying, one of the three female warriors on par with her aunt, "Qingming Saint Hand" Zhou You, known as the "Goddess Sword of Mount Hua," wouldn't be schemed against by a girl like Wu Lun. Perhaps it was just a coincidence? That her suspicions led her to meet such a kind Wu Lun.
These were things she needed to discuss with someone. Who? She couldn't tell her father, nor could she tell her uncles or aunts, and certainly not her fellow disciples.

The Wudang Sect is renowned for its talented members, and its leader enjoys a prestigious position in the martial arts world. Xiu Jingsi desperately wants to become the leader of the Wudang Sect; it's not only her own dream but also her father's expectation. Moreover, among the younger generation, she truly possesses the ability—martial arts skills, character, talent, wit, and family affairs expertise. If she were to become the leader, she could surely bring glory to the Wudang Sect.
However, she isn't the most outstanding among them. The elders seem to favor her ninth junior brother, Ouyang Zishi, or perhaps have higher expectations for her fifth senior brother, Gao Dingbin. This is dangerous, jeopardizing her ideals. If they knew, then… Xiu Jingsi dared not think in that direction. But right now, she truly needs someone to help her; Xiangyang City is just ahead.

That's it! Chunyu Jingyue should be trustworthy and capable of helping her, right? Although he wasn't a member of the Wudang Sect, he was his childhood best friend, someone he'd grown up with since they were kids. He had never betrayed him. When they were children, they'd gone fruit picking together at Jingyuan in the western part of the city, and Chunyu Jingyue had taken a beating for him without betraying him. Yes, he'd discuss this with him.

Having made up his mind, Xiu Jingsi strode towards "Yiyuan" in Liuma Lane, where Chunyu Jingyue lived.
Twenty-five-year-old Chunyu Jingyue was the owner of the well-known silk shop "Longhuiji" in Xiangyang. He was originally the third son of the Chunyu family and wasn't entitled to inherit the family business. However, Chunyu Jingyue was a shrewd man. At seventeen, he married an even more cunning wife—Liu Keke, the fifth daughter of the Liu family, salt merchants from Nanyang. With Liu Keke's assistance, and of course, Chunyu Jingyue's influence in the martial arts world, at twenty-one, Chunyu Jingyue finally became the owner of Longhuiji.

The eldest brother, who had been managing the family business, mysteriously fell seriously ill. As for the second brother, since he lacked the ability to manage such a large estate, he was sent to the ancestral home in Xinye to manage the family's lands. He was also given a famous courtesan, renowned even in Wuchang Prefecture, as a concubine. The second brother contentedly became a wealthy landowner. The fourth brother, however, was always resentful, as his father had doted on him before his death, favoring the beautiful and intelligent girl. Thus, on the fourth brother's journey to Wuchang Prefecture to take the imperial examination, a mysterious case of robbery and murder by wandering bandits occurred.

Chunyu Jingyue was quite pleased with his business. He didn't care much about the details, as Liu Keke was managing it, and it was becoming increasingly successful. Now, Longhuiji's branches had expanded beyond Xiangyang City to Henan and Hunan, and they were about to open a branch in Jiujiang. Chunyu Jingyue was very satisfied and focused his main efforts on ways to further develop his business.

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