The correct method of sword forging

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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 the smoke of war.
Empress Ji was originally an ordinary woman who, by chance, comprehended the secrets of the human body's functions and mastered
the first .
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 refine 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 in the world, but also achieve power far exceeding 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, and 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 king of all 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 ; 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 only the greatest swordsman in the world, but
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 . 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 Butterfly Illusion Dance 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
, and after returning, she went into seclusion and was never heard from again. It was rumored in the martial arts world that Butterfly Illusion Dance 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 believes it 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 .
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.
"You're the swordsman?" Qian Yuhan asked.
"Yes," the man answered 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 person finally reacted, looking up at Qian Yuhan, but what followed 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, it's indeed
true."
The other person 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, but I humbly request
your guidance !" With these words, 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..." Blacksmith Huang nodded, seemingly lost in thought, before suddenly saying, "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'm a blacksmith, my profession is forging swords. If someone wants to duel with me, I must forge a sword for
her; otherwise, I'd be neglecting my duties," Blacksmith Huang said.
Qian Yuhan had never heard of such a strange condition before, but she seemed to have no reason
to refuse : "Then...
I've long heard of Blacksmith Huang's superb sword-forging skills, so please forge a sword for me!"
"Hehe, I wouldn't call it superb, but I've been forging iron for decades, so my skills are fairly proficient."
As Huang the blacksmith spoke, his hammer moved faster, clanging and clattering against the iron bar. While hammering, he
glanced at Qian Yuhan, seemingly appraising her.
Qian Yuhan grew even more displeased. If it weren't for their agreement to compete after Huang finished forging the sword, she
probably would have already drawn her own.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Please don't be offended, fairy. I'm merely observing your figure, so that the sword I forge will suit you perfectly,"
Qian Yuhan said, her brows slightly furrowed. Huang the blacksmith's words seemed reasonable, and she couldn't refute them.
Qian Yuhan's beauty was at least among the top three in the martial arts world, and her figure was absolutely stunning, enough
to make any man swoon.
However, her aloof personality and high martial arts skills meant that men dared not approach her to their deaths, only able to secretly
fantasize in their hearts.
In the two hundred years since the founding of Xuan Kingdom, women's status had risen steadily, and their clothing styles had gradually become more open. For example,
Qian Yuhan's moon-white silk skirt reached her ankles in the back, but parted like flower petals in the front, revealing
a pair of straight and slender legs.
On her legs were 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 reaching the Central Plains, they became
incredibly popular among women, their price soaring to a hundred taels of silver per pair.
Qian Yuhan's legs were already perfect, 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 the skirt, and the view between her legs
seemed about to be accidentally revealed, but with Qian Yuhan's martial arts skills, how could such a thing happen?
Above that was her slender waist, so delicate it 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 such a slender woman
possessing such a magnificent bust? Even through her clothes, one could vaguely see the rounded
shape .
*Bang!*
Before anyone knew it, the blacksmith had finished the last hammer blow. He used pliers to pick up the newly forged blade 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… the fairy truly is a master swordsman! The words 'smooth blade,' though simple, perfectly
capture my feelings!"
the blacksmith laughed heartily, seemingly quite pleased.
"Your sword is finished, may we begin our duel?" Qian Yuhan asked.
"Of course." Huang the blacksmith's expression turned serious. "However, I must remind you first: in terms of swordsmanship, you are no match for
me, Fairy. Perhaps... we should stop the duel?"
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 the duel, Fairy, then let's do it. 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 certain you'll win? Before the duel, I
was quite curious, wondering what the secrets of Huang the blacksmith's swordsmanship were? 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 ashen, like the ice of the far north.
"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 would be frozen, and ten thousand miles would be covered in snow! 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!
Huang 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. It wasn't that she didn't want to, or that she couldn't, but her opponent was too fast;
every movement was executed 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 Qianyu of the martial world didn't wear any undergarments beneath her skirt!
Perhaps due to her practice of the extremely yin and cold sword techniques, the girl's vulva was completely hairless; in the center of
the snow-white mound, a pink cleft 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 no longer wait for that day.
The blacksmith forcefully thrust his sword—a piece of red-hot steel—through the doorway.
The tip of the sword 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 virgin blood to the quenching liquid.
The sword soon reached the end of the flower path; beyond that lay the woman's lotus palace.
"Ah..."
Only then did Qian Yuhan let out a soft cry.
She hadn't yet realized what was happening; she only knew that the unassuming blacksmith
had rushed , followed by a burning sensation rising from her lower abdomen.
She didn't feel pain; when the nerves are stimulated too intensely, they automatically mask the pain.
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 way now?
Shame made her cheeks burn, and a blush spread across her fair face.
The burning sensation rose rapidly, reaching the entrance to the Lotus Palace by the time Qian Yuhan first cried out.
The Lotus Palace was the foundation of a martial arts woman; 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 be shattered, and she would die.
Therefore, when that burning, pleasurable sensation touched Qian Yuhan's lotus palace, a trace of
fear .
But her enemy wouldn't give her any time 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 young girl's lips parted slightly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, her expression a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her body
arched involuntarily, making her proud breasts appear even more prominent, and through her thin, gauze-like clothing, the two
tender tips of her nipples were faintly visible. Her flat stomach rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing,
and with another soft cry, her pretty face flushed. As her abdomen
thrust , it trembled violently, and a honey-like fluid mixed with blood spurted out of her flower path with a "hiss,"
flowing down the remaining half of the sword and then "sizzling" into mist.
The Thousand Feather Fairy, one of the best swordsmen in the martial world, had actually reached her climax when a red-hot iron sword penetrated her lotus palace
.
When the iron sword completely pierced her lotus palace, her alluring body trembled again, her straight, slender legs shaking incessantly,
as if trying to close together because of some shameful thing. Before they could even move, another liquid
gushed out uncontrollably.
A pale yellow liquid sprayed from the small hole above the flower path, seemingly bursting with
pent-up energy some even splashed onto the blacksmith's hands, though most obediently flowed down the sword.
A faint, pungent smell filled the air. The blacksmith didn't
think ; he was simply pleased—another liquid for quenching the sword had been added.
At this point, the surface of the iron sword had finally cooled somewhat, but
a large amount . So the blacksmith gripped the sword and continued to insert it into the girl's body.
It must be said, his movements were remarkably clean and efficient. Although Qianyu Han's lotus palace was neatly split in two,
the energy within the girl's lower abdomen was surprisingly undisturbed.
Therefore, her life force could continue for a little longer.
"You..."
Despair and confusion filled the girl's beautiful eyes. She couldn't understand how she, with her superb swordsmanship,
could be so easily pierced through the woman's most
vital spot by this unassuming blacksmith without even a chance to fight back.
And she had even climaxed and lost control of her bladder in front of him! Was she going to die in such shame?
At least before she died, she wanted to ask him why his sword was so fast!
But even that question was denied her.
A sharp pain exploded deep within Qian Yuhan's abdomen! The cooled sword tip, after piercing through her lotus palace, plunged
into her small intestine.
The girl's waist was already slender, and with the belt binding her waist, the delicate intestines in her narrow abdominal cavity were squeezed together
without any space. When the blade pierced through, the tender intestines had nowhere to hide, and they all
snapped in two with a hissing sound.
So this was what it felt like to have one intestine severed one by one?
Qian Yuhan couldn't help but think of a close friend from her sect. Although the friend's swordsmanship wasn't as good as hers,
she was exceptionally talented in Yin energy cultivation. Coupled with her naturally slender waist and jade-like belly, she naturally didn't want to conceal her most
prized feature. Therefore, she usually wore a cropped gauze skirt, a style originating from the Western Regions
, and even in battle, she refused to show weakness by covering her stomach. Besides, her martial arts skills were considerable, making
it difficult for ordinary enemies 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 midst of the chaotic breakout, my friend was momentarily careless and was stabbed in the navel by a lowly male
member the demonic cult. The cult member, inherently cruel, went berserk upon seeing my friend's agony.
He slashed down, cleaving open her jade-like abdomen, even splitting her vulva in two
. Not satisfied, he reversed the blade and sliced upwards, all the way to her anus.
My friend, who always loved to expose her beautiful belly, was now disemboweled on the spot by an unknown soldier!
Qian Yuhan clearly remembered her friend kneeling on the ground, clutching her severed intestines, her face contorted in agony.
Yet, amidst her pain, there was a strange allure, as if the disembowelment brought her some
strange pleasure. In her dying moments, she even arched her slender waist, her entrails spilling out, and...
The urine all leaked out, and then she collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had been exhausted.
From then on, Qian Yuhan would often secretly expose her jade-like belly in front of the mirror,
tracing her lower abdomen with her slender fingertips. She would involuntarily imagine what it would feel like if her beautiful belly, which was no less beautiful than her friend's, were
cut open by
Would it hurt a lot? Would it feel good? Would her most important lotus palace be taken out and played with by the enemy?
This kind of thinking had been haunting her deepest mind, until this moment—although
the surface of her belly was intact, the delicate internal organs inside had already been ruthlessly torn apart by the enemy, and even her most important lotus palace was probably cut in half, right? And she, like her friend back then, had leaked her honey and urine
in front of the enemy . As her intestines were severed one by one, the initial pain was unbearable. But then, this brutal invasion and ravaging of her internal organs by the enemy produced a strange pleasure, almost as if she were craving the violation. She suddenly understood the meaning of her friend's dying expression. 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 experienced a second climax as her intestines were dissected by the enemy . This time, even her delicate tongue protruded slightly. Her usual aloofness had vanished without a trace, making her resemble a pitiful virgin in a brothel, experiencing multiple orgasms from her first time. In this intense pleasure, the iron sword piercing the girl's stomach continued upward, 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 as the iron sword pierced almost completely through 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. However, she was about to die. No matter how high her martial arts skills, how famous she was, how beautiful her appearance, or how flawless her figure, when her delicate internal organs were mercilessly crushed one by one by a piece of steel, she could only die while gushing lustful fluids and leaking urine, with a lewd and unbearable expression. "Mmm..." In the last moment before her death, she climaxed once again. The feeling of pleasure and shame came from her toes, from her genitals, from her uterus, from her intestines, from her breasts, from every corner of her body, sealed in the girl's last consciousness. The iron sword was the perfect length; as the tip pressed against her throat, the hilt rested precisely between her legs, piercing the girl's delicate body from bottom to top. This was predetermined 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 said, this was a sword for Qian Yuhan! But when she received the sword, she was already dead! The blacksmith watched as the girl's beautiful eyes gradually lost their light, a trickle of saliva slowly her soft body suddenly swaying, as if about to collapse. The blacksmith quickly steadied his grip on the hilt; fortunately, the girl's body was light, and even one hand was enough 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 from childhood, possessed pure Yin energy. Even in her 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 motionless , and no more fluid flowed from her lower body—firstly, because she had experienced multiple orgasms before death, emptying all her bodily fluids; secondly, the scorching hot blade acted like a branding iron, sealing the wound and preventing any bleeding. But now, the sword had finally cooled, and the blacksmith finally spoke. He slowly said to the beautiful, soulless body— "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 is quenching with the blood of livestock; the best is quenching with human blood. However, I have discovered that there is a higher level above all that: find a woman who is still a virgin, the purer the yin energy the better. Use her body as a vessel, and her virgin blood, honey, and urine as the quenching liquid. Swords forged in this way are all peerless treasures!" After speaking, he held the blade horizontally in front of him, admiring it closely. The silver-gray blade faintly gleamed with a bloody light. If one looked more closely, one could discover strange patterns on the blade. Ordinary people might not be able to see anything, but an executioner who often kills and dismembers would recognize it at a glance as the longitudinal cross-section of a woman's body! This sword that pierced Qian Yuhan from bottom to top, because it was quenched in the internal organs of a young girl, had left these cruel yet inexplicably beautiful patterns on the blade. "What a fine sword!" The blacksmith exclaimed, admiring the newly forged sword with a strange . "I've long heard of Fairy Qianyu's pure Yin energy, so I guessed that the lotus palace within her must also be of exceptional quality. Now that I see it, the patterns imprinted on this sword are truly captivating. It certainly hasn't disappointed me!" After admiring the sword for a while, the blacksmith turned to admire the girl's body. "Speaking of which, there's another advantage to tempering a sword with a woman's body. After tempering, 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 vaginal opening was tight, retaining its elasticity even in death, thus holding the sword firmly. Insert, pull out, insert, pull out… the blacksmith tested it several more times, a satisfied expression on his face. Poor Qianyu Han, such a proud and beautiful girl, whom countless men could only admire from afar in life, yet in death…

The sword moved 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 repetitions, the blacksmith finally pulled out the 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 orifice has become the sword's final resting place,
it can no longer be used for anything else. Otherwise, I could have
a ."
The blacksmith hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head and smiled bitterly, "So be it! Precious sword, precious sword, for you,
I have given up this exquisite flesh orifice!"
"However, the other parts of this beauty should also be exquisite, so I won't be polite."
With that, the blacksmith put the sword aside, grabbed Thousand Feather Han's slender waist with both hands, made her kneel on
the ground , her fragrant tongue slightly protruding, facing his crotch. He quickly pulled down his trousers, and his already throbbing
penis, now unrestrained, stood erect.
He grasped 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, and the blissful sensation made the blacksmith groan
involuntarily He involuntarily pressed down on the girl's head and began to thrust forcefully.
Although he didn't know what her vagina was like, Qian Yuhan's mouth alone was enough to drive the blacksmith 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. The Thousand Feather Fairy was
now a flesh puppet—or rather, a flesh toilet—and no matter how the other vented
their lust on her, she could only accept it without reservation.
Having finished his act in the girl's mouth, the blacksmith's penis remained erect. Watching the streams of semen
dripping , he felt a surge of dominance.
He was the only one in the martial world who could have the renowned Thousand Feather Fairy perform oral sex on him!
This satisfaction reignited his lust, and he shifted his gaze to those long, alluring legs, immediately
hatching another plan.
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, cupping his penis in her soles and rubbing them up and down.
This was yet another intoxicating sensation. The soft soles of her feet, glistening with warm sweat, combined with the tingling,
numbing feel of the stockings, quickly aroused him. Even more exquisite was the fact that the girl's jade-like
feet still held life, occasionally twitching as if actively performing footjob for him. He
rubbed his penis with his toes and soles, admiring those 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 enjoyed himself, he naturally needed to clean her body thoroughly,
and then soak it in a secret medicine to ensure that this exquisite 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 hidden passage slowly
appeared. The blacksmith descended the steps and arrived at an underground chamber.
This was his showroom.
Displayed in the exhibition hall were exquisitely crafted scabbards!
The blacksmith's muttering voice rang out again.
"Fairy Qianyu, before you died you uttered '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 the age of fifteen and comprehended the method of tempering swords with female bodies, more than twenty years have
passed . I have forged a total of one hundred and forty-four precious swords.
Countless swords have been destroyed due to failed tempering, not to mention the repeated practice I have done every day—
I have repeated this 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…
one after another, these once famous beauties of the martial arts world now stood quietly in the exhibition hall, obediently allowing the
blacksmith to admire them.
Each face was stunningly beautiful, and each body possessed its own unique charm. The only thing they had in common
was that a sword was inserted into their lower bodies!

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