The Legend of Condor Heroes 9

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In a desolate, uninhabited wilderness, mounds of dry, whitish yellow earth rose up, dotted with small
, bare hills. Amidst the chaos, on one of the larger mounds, five figures could be seen in the distance.

A pale, thin man, clad in a green cloak and dressed as a Japanese ronin, was
forging a sword amidst a raging fire.

Four boys, around thirteen or fourteen years old, wore only short-sleeved shirts in the chilly autumn morning, yet large beads of sweat
streamed down their faces, soaking their clothes.

A burly boy, seemingly possessing superhuman strength, frequently raised a hammer the size of a human head, striking
the ronin's sword with brute force, each blow hitting precisely where the ronin had indicated.

This young man's accuracy comes from the "Sixteen Forms of the Yang Family Spear Technique," and his steady stance comes from the
"Thirteen Dreams of Return," which emphasizes defense.

A chubby boy, his hands covered in wounds, his face contorted with grief, tears and snot streaming down his face, is
in charge of the "fire." His tireless hands gather firewood, break trees, and smash wood, finally throwing each piece
into the furnace.

His fierce palm strikes come from the "Buddha's Palm," and his ruthless and unpredictable wood-smashing technique comes from
the strange arts of the "Flower, Ape, Snake, and Dog" martial arts masters of the Jianghu, as well as the family martial arts of the famous Japanese martial artist "Yagyu."

A rather short boy is in charge of keeping the fire burning brightly. This knife-forging fire doesn't have the usual
"wind furnace" used to make a fire burn brightly. Whenever the flames suddenly leap up, it's because this boy takes a deep breath
and exhales the turbid air, combined with the strange palm wind he unleashes.

His eerie palm strikes were a part of the "Buddha's Palm," his bizarre movements a part of
the "Four Evils of the Jianghu" techniques, as well as parts of the "Thirteen Dream Returns," "Thirteen Dream Kills," and the "Heartless Sword
. "

The fourth youth, however, sweated the least, and maintained an arrogant smile.

He shouldn't have sweated the least, because he was the most exhausted.

He was upside down, his hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, the tip of the sword touching the ground. The dry, hard yellow earth had only penetrated
an inch of the blade. His body was ramrod straight, his breathing continuous and even. His entire weight was supported only by the tip of the sword.
On each of his feet, pointing upwards, rested a chess piece.

The chess pieces had remained firmly on his upside-down feet all day without falling.

"Buddha's Palm," "Yagyu Family Techniques," "Sasaki Kojiro's Light and Shadow Butterfly Knife Technique," "Miyamoto Musashi's
Dual Sword Style," "One-Sword Style," "Yang Family Sixteen-Form Spear Technique," the "Flower, Monkey, Snake, Dog" Secret Techniques,
"Thirteen Dream Kills," "Thirteen Dream Returns," "Heartless Sword and Blade"—he knew none of them.

This young man possessed extraordinary comprehension; he had learned all these unique skills, but he had forgotten them all.

Lacking any foundation, he never believed he could master these skills.

Every time he saw a unique technique, he would create his own.

A few months ago, he obtained a parchment scroll from "The Swordsman's Wanderer"—A-Lang—which contained
all the unique techniques A-Lang knew. These techniques belonged to unrelated sects, were a mixture of good and evil, and even the clever young man
couldn't make sense of them. He couldn't possibly possess the talent of the Four Evils of the Martial World to absorb the power of others.

Therefore, he and three friends continued to search for A-Lang's whereabouts.

When he found Ah Lang, Ah Lang had died in a series of bloody battles. Beside Ah Lang's corpse lay a thin
woman, her naked body covered only by a green cloak.

The woman's eyes were empty and sorrowful. Although she was scantily clad and much older than him, the four boys,
looking at her, harbored no improper thoughts, only wanting to hold her and comfort her. They didn't know
that she was none other than "Twelve Maruzo," one of the Thirteen Protectors under Lord Wang, renowned for her "sword" skills. Ah Lang's corpse
was her handiwork.

The four boys were unaware, as were the twenty or thirty thugs and ruffians secretly following them. These
thugs had originally come to rob the four boys of what they were searching for.

When the thugs saw the naked, beautiful woman before them, their mouths practically watered. They suddenly appeared, seized the four
boys, and pounced on their prey like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep.

The upside-down boy was the same boy who, a few months ago, when Huang Rong asked his name, proudly replied, "Since we are destined to meet, why
bother explaining? I know you are good to me. As for my name, 'He Zudao' is enough! He Zudao!"
He

Zudao still shudders at the memory of that day. A group of ugly thugs pounced on Twelve Maruzo
. At first, Twelve Maruzo didn't react, letting more than ten people grope his naked body, sucking his
breasts, buttocks, neck, thighs, and deep within his pubic hair.

Soon, one of the thugs, with his erect penis, penetrated the depths of the beautiful woman's vulva, thrusting in and
out while letting out a hideous scream. His hot penis moved in and out of the mysterious black jungle.

He Zudao would never forget the change in Twelve Maruzo's eyes that day; he would never want to see
that look again in his life.

A young thug caressed Jujumaru's plump buttocks, noticing his companions had already occupied her flower-like opening. Touching the center of her buttocks—her
anus—his lust surged with intense excitement. He erected his penis, intending to penetrate her anus, but the others, caught up in their lewdness
, were lost in their own game. Jujumaru's naked body swayed erratically, preventing the thug from succeeding
; his penis only continued to poke at her soft, white buttocks.

Two other thugs caressed Jujumaru's body, sucking hard on her breasts, kissing
her pink neck and silken back, and occasionally pecking at her soft lips.

Her empty eyes deepened with the thugs' lewd acts, eventually becoming a chilling, sinister gaze
, her cold black pupils radiating a sinister murderous intent.

The dozen or so thugs, busy searching the beautiful woman's body, were completely oblivious to the changes in their soft, warm prey. However,
He Zudao and his men, who had been shouting to stop the thugs' bestial acts, were almost suffocated by the chilling gaze, completely unable to utter a
sound.

A flash of cold light, and suddenly a bloody hole appeared in the back of each of the three thugs. Then, three hearts, riddled with holes,
rolled out from the wounds.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the desolate wilderness, and three corpses fell to the ground.

Death came swiftly. The boy, lost in lust, was completely oblivious to the sudden stench of blood
. His penis, tightly inserted into the petals of the Twelve Maru, only felt a sticky liquid splash on his
face. He wiped it, finding his hands covered in crimson. The young

scoundrel panicked, screaming, "Blood! Blood!" His hands pushed wildly with each cry, but he found his body
seemingly sucked in, completely out of his control.

Before the screams subsided, several golden butterflies, their graceful movements swirling among the young scoundrels, appeared. Then
, screams rose and fell. Regardless of their distance from the Twelve Maru, a bloody hole appeared in the heart of each young scoundrel
, and their hearts "shattered."

Only four young thugs remained alive, but they were drenched in cold sweat, their genitals clenched. Their lust had long since vanished
. These four boys, pressed against Jujumaru's naked body, were the same four who had been caressing his breasts, thrusting into his
genitals, stroking his buttocks, and kissing his smooth skin.

Their eight hands and eight legs were stained with blood. Jujumaru's three swords lay scattered in the distance;
the "swords" that had just killed them were their own hands and feet.

All the thugs lay in pools of blood. Suddenly, a powerful internal force erupted from Jujumaru's thin body,
violently propelling the four boys through the blood, mud, rocks, and grass. The force dissipated, and the four
boys lay ten feet away from Jujumaru, blood trickling from their mouths, panting heavily.

Twelve Maruzo coldly said, "Considering the intimacy we once shared, I'll spare your lives for now. Remember
to find a good master to train with. What you owe me, I'll make you pay back anytime. Go!"

The four thugs struggled to their feet, wanting to escape as quickly as possible, but their legs were weak and wouldn't obey them. They crawled slowly
, their faces filled with fear and tears.

When He Zudao and the other three were released from their restraints, they handed the sheepskin scroll containing A Lang's martial arts techniques to Twelve Maruzo. Twelve
Maruzo looked at the contents of the sheepskin scroll, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face. Finally, he coldly said, "Die,
money, or become my disciples?"

So, for the past few months, the four of them diligently practiced, learning some strange and refined martial arts techniques.

Among them, the most talented was He Zudao.

He completely mastered the sheepskin scroll and Twelve Maruzo's martial arts, but then forgot them all. His internal energy foundation wasn't deep, but
he created his own method for cultivating internal energy and his own swordsmanship.

One day, after a hearty laugh, Jujumaruzo broke all his two long and one short swords, and,
holding the broken blades, ordered his four apprentices to "forge" a new one.

As the sun set, the "sword" was complete.

With the sunset, several long shadows surrounded the five people on the mound, and a voice, clearly of profound skill, said: "Junior
sister, long time no see. Do you still remember your senior brother?"

Jujumaruzo sneered: "You've finally come. I've waited so long for you. I'll never forget you in this lifetime. Good
senior brother, Yagyu Tsunego."

A man dressed entirely in white stepped out from the shadows, laughing: "Yes, I miss your beautiful body so much.
I really want to hug you tightly, but I heard you've become quite fierce lately. Senior brother is so afraid!"

Jujumaruzo glanced at the nearby shadows and said: "Senior brother, how do you deal with the little..." "Sister, sending so many helpers is too
stingy!"

Yagyu Tsunego said, "Not at all. As the old saying goes in the Central Plains, 'Better safe than sorry.' These are
friends I met after arriving in the Central Plains, friends from 'Wanse Lou'."

Jujumaru Zang frowned upon hearing "Wanse Lou," glanced around, then regained his cold expression and
said, "Fortunately, it seems the head of the household, 'Female Bodhisattva,' hasn't come."

Yagyu Tsunego said, "Upon arriving at Wanse Lou, after a series of tests, I obtained the position of Fourth Master.
I can command the thirty masters below me." "So, besides the three leaders—the Female Bodhisattva, the Black Asura, and the Golden Rainbow Champion
—I've invited all the other leaders. After all, you're the chief assassin among the Thirteen Protectors."

Twelve Maruzo said, "Thank you for your high regard. Junior Sister was merely a defeated opponent of yours back then, and even suffered your
'favor,' yet you still treat me with such a formidable force."

Yagyu Tsunego laughed, "That's not quite right. They're just helping me surround you to prevent your escape, so you can
be my testing ground."

Twelve Maruzo grunted, "Hmph, congratulations, Senior Brother. It seems your martial arts have improved..." "I've made great progress."

Yagyu Tsunego said, "Of course, of course. I've mastered all the Yagyu family's unique techniques,
and I've also thoroughly understood the martial arts of 'Martial God' Miyamoto Musashi. In addition, after we conquered Itto-ryu, Chiba-ryu, and Sasaki Kojiro, we obtained many martial arts
classics. As a genius that the Yagyu family has seen only once in a century, I've naturally created a new world of martial arts."

After Yagyu Tsunego finished speaking, suddenly a long sword and a short sword appeared in his hands. His arms, spread wide, clearly concealed
two other swords. The intent of the sword instantly filled the sharp blades, and the overwhelming killing aura made the surrounding grass and trees seem even more desolate.

Yagyu Tsunego laughed, "I can wield four deadly swords simultaneously, thanks to your final chapter of Chiba Ryuu's Dream—
'Thirteen Dream Dances.' This is what you haven't learned—the second dream dance, 'Dance of the Mad Blade.'"

Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap shook the clear weather. Two ronin figures swiftly leaped, bounded, and clashed
. Each time Jujumaru approached the edge of the battle circle, he was forced back by the circle formed by the 'Mansuroku.'

The sounds of clashing swords were incessant. Yagyu Tsunego landed with a long laugh, "Junior sister, you're nothing special.
It seems I can indulge you again. This time, I'll cripple your meridians, making you forever
the captive of my massive member."

Yagyu Tsunego's smile suddenly froze, for he realized that all the leaders of the 'Mansuroku' were merely standing
there. They were all dead, each bearing fatal wounds in different directions.

The time of their deaths, of course, was when he was fighting Jujumaruzo, approaching the
defensive circle formed by the leaders. He had absolutely no idea how Jujumaruzo had attacked.

Yagyu Tsunego's hair stood on end, cold sweat trickling down his back. He unleashed his full power, using the "Sixth Dream Dance
"—the Thousand-Armed Buddha Dance. The thousand hands that materialized into Buddha's hands simultaneously triggered the strongest techniques of the Yagyu, Miyamoto Musashi, Sasaki Kojiro
, and Ito-ryu families, all aimed at Jujumaruzo.

Suddenly, Jujumaru-zo bent down to sheathe his sword, then sprang up like lightning, drawing his sword as it flashed through the Thousand
Hands Buddha Dance.

Yagyu Tsunego collapsed to the ground, nine fist-sized bloody holes appearing on his body. Jujutsu Maruzo looked at the corpse before him and
said, "A useful technique only requires one sword. This is my self-created 'Drawing Sword Technique—Nine Dragons Slash.'"

Jujutsu Maruzo turned to his four disciples and said, "The appearance and death of this inferior being means that
the forces of Japan that wanted to take my life are no longer a threat. I am going back to Japan. You four, take care of yourselves. The first
thing you must do after leaving the mountain is kill those four."

He Zudao and the other three bowed deeply: "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. We see you

off." Jujutsu Maruzo took a few steps, then turned back and said, "The heroes of the Central Plains are imprisoned in Guo Jing's former residence. If you have the ability,
go and rescue them. Also, never, ever tell anyone who your master is."

Jujutsu Maruzo departed, leaving this bloody place behind. His baggage contained an urn of ashes. He
headed for an unknown island; his stage would begin in another corner of the world.

II. Eating, Drinking, Playing, and Having Fun

Ten thousand flags fluttered in the wind, drums and gongs resounded deafeningly, and a procession of over three hundred officers protected a
red sedan chair in the center. Two attendants flanked the chair; one was a robust but elderly man, none other than
Fang Shiyi, one of the "Eleven Protectors," while the other was dressed entirely in black, his face covered with a black veil, revealing only a pair of large, vacant eyes
. The procession marched swaggeringly from Lu Changde's prefectural residence toward Guo Jing's former residence—the "Thirteen Protectors'
Sacred Fire Temple."

The "Sword Never Uses Two" Twelve Protectors—Twelve Maru—had disappeared. Only a corpse was found in the outskirts , severely wounded by a swift sword
, with a fist-sized bloody hole in its chest. The corpse's name was, of course, "Sword Prodigal"
A Lang, also known as the "Snake Demon" Snake Xiangyan, who had been relentlessly pursued.

Not far from A Lang's corpse lay the gruesome
remains of the "Thirteen Protectors," including Thirteen Dreamers, who were originally slated to be replaced by A Lang. Fragments of flesh and bones lay scattered among the mud and weeds.

The "Ninth Protector," "Tenth Protector," Cheng Yaojia, and "Deadly Yama" were only the tenth—two hidden pieces. Hidden pieces,
of course, were placed in appropriate locations, so they did not follow the sedan chair.

As soon as Lord Wang arrived at the "Thirteen Protectors' Sacred Fire Temple," he dragged his obese body into the hall. Upon sitting down, he
immediately shouted, "Eleventh, get over here!"

Fang Eleven, his old face creased with wrinkles, forced a fawning smile and said, "My lord, what are your orders?"

Lord Wang said, "How's the report from the scouts? Is your martial arts encyclopedia useless?! Not a single piece of information
?"

Fang Eleven said, "My lord, please calm down. This time, I have considerable results to report."

Lord Wang said, "Speak quickly!"

Fang Eleven gestured to his attendants, and two burly men immediately went to Fang Eleven's side
. Fang Eleven then said, "Seventh and Eighth Deputy Protectors, tell me the information you found."

One of them said, "Divine Eye—Mo Shifei reports that recently a man resembling one of the Twelve Protectors
appeared in the eastern suburbs of the mountains, carrying three knives." He was also accompanied by a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old. Every
morning, they would go to a small village in the eastern suburbs to buy rice. Some people had even seen the man teaching the boy martial arts.

Another person said, "Cai Lang reports: We
have obtained quite reliable clues about the people who assassinated all five of our assassination groups, 'One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.' It has been confirmed that they are from two different groups. One
group may be related to the Quanzhen Sect members who recently moved out of Zhongnan Mountain, while the other group has been identified as the newly emerging young
master, Yang Guo of the Ancient Tomb Sect."

Lord Wang frowned and said, "And then? That's it?"

Cai Lang said, "Yang Guo's whereabouts are elusive, and we haven't been able to find his whereabouts yet. Meanwhile, the remaining Quanzhen members, including the Eleventh Protector Fang , have already asked the Ninth Protector—Cheng Yaojia, the closed-door disciple of Bu Er, the grandson of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen—to lure away the Five Masters and the Tenth Protector of
Quanzhen."
"Only the tenth master was sent to entangle the still-healing Qianren, while the strongest
assassination guards, the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth, were dispatched to deal with the Quanzhen Sect followers

." Lord Wang smiled and said, "Very good, it's done as if it has nothing to do with our official duties."

Fang Shiyi said, "But, sir, a group of old friends may be coming to visit us. Their
tracks have been discovered in the suburbs."

Lord Wang asked, "Who?"

Fang Shiyi said, "According to the scouts, there are three groups of people. The first group is led by an old man in a white robe.
As soon as they arrived in the suburbs, they set up five large iron pots. As soon as the pots were hot, the old man simultaneously 'opened
the lid,' 'fried,' 'stirred,' 'chopped,' 'cooked,' and 'closed the lid' at an extremely fast speed. When the five pots
were opened again, each pot had somehow cooked 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall,' 'Guangzhou Fried Rice,' and 'Twice-Cooked Pork.'"
"Five dishes: 'Braised Bear Paw,' 'Stir-fried Beef Noodles,' etc."

Upon hearing this, Lord Wang was shocked: "Taotie Gong! It's that old eunuch Taotie Gong!"

Fang Shiyi said, "That's right, it's none other than His Highness Taotie, the palace's chief chef."

Lord Wang said, "So, the other two groups must be 'The Young Master with the Compound Surname' and 'Wanse Lou'?"

Fang Shiyi said, "Yes!"

Lord Wang pondered and said, "Now that's perfect, eating, drinking, playing, and having fun are all here." "That's it."

The Song Dynasty imperial family was weak and complacent, and the inherently flawed imperial bloodline never thought of reviving itself, indulging
in entertainment arranged by court jesters all day long. Over time, the courtiers also engaged in open and covert struggles amidst flattery and fawning, and the cruel court games
were rife with bloodshed. In the end, four most powerful groups emerged, locked in a stalemate, presenting
a facade of peace and balance, but the open and covert struggles between the four sides never ceased for a single day.

These four forces were none other than "eating, drinking, playing, and having fun."

The sudden arrival of the other three forces at this time represented a very important matter.

At this moment, a cry of "Report!" came from outside the door

. Fang Shiyi said, "The scout reports urgently, there must be something big." He turned to look at Lord Wang, but Lord Wang was deep in thought
and seemed not to have heard what he said. Fang Shiyi had no choice but to say again, "Summon him in!"

There was a emaciated body, sweating profusely and trembling, entering the hall.

There's a reason he's only tenth and looks like this: he's carrying thirty-five corpses on his back, one on top of the other.
Tightly bound, also to Cai Shi's shoulders and back, Cai Shi collapsed to the ground upon entering the hall, the thirty-five corpses
falling to the ground with him.

Fang Shiyi exclaimed, "The Eleventh, Twelfth, and Thirteenth Guards have fallen?!"

Fang Shiyi squatted down and helped up Cai Shi's shoulders, asking, "What happened to you? Who injured you?! Who wiped out the assassination
squad?"

Cai Shi weakly groaned, "Water...water..."

Fang Shiyi frantically shook Cai Shi's shoulders, "Water what?! What happened?"

Cheng Yaojia followed into the hall, saying, "If you were carrying thirty-five people up the road,
the first thing you would say would be the same as him."

Fang Shiyi suddenly collapsed, mimicking Cai Shi's crooked mouth, squinting eyes, and foaming at the mouth, saying, "You mean like
this, 'Water...water...'" His legs also twitched.

Cheng Yaojia scoffed, "Hmph! What's wrong with you at your age? Thinking you're funny? A joke on an old man! One
foot in the coffin already, utterly despicable!"

Fang Shiyi retorted angrily, "Pah! You shameless woman raised by a nun, cheating on your husband while pretending to be a pitiful
widow, you're a pervert among perverts!"

Lord Wang, knowing the long-standing animosity among the Thirteen Protectors, was preoccupied and didn't bother to stop their argument. They
argued back and forth for half an hour when suddenly Lord Wang said in a deep voice, "Shi, are you really thirsty?"

Fang Shiyi, always adept at flattery, immediately stepped forward and said: "Your Excellency's reputation is well-known even before I've reported it to you
,"

Lord Wang said angrily. "You son of a bitch! Otherwise, why would he be holding onto my manhood and calling this precious
thing a 'water bottle'! Squeezing water out of me like crazy!"

Cheng Yaojia looked at Fang Shiyi with a mocking expression and said, "You've tried to flatter me but ended up hurting my ego!"

Fang Shiyi was choked with anger and said to Cheng Yaojia, "You..." Just

as the two were about to argue again, Lord Wang said, "Alright! Are you two going to give this water to anyone or not?
It doesn't matter if this kid dies of thirst. If I become a eunuch, I'll give you two to the gluttonous pervert as ingredients for his meal."

"Ten Years Coffin" only drank water after the tenth boy had finished and rested for a while before he and Cheng Yaojia sorted out and recounted the
failed assassination attempt.

The tenth statement reads: "The Five Masters of Quanzhen seem to have something on their minds, and they refuse to leave their guarded tents. Moreover
, their martial arts skills have improved even further than before. It is unexpected that the severely injured Quanzhen disciples still have enough ability to set up the Big Dipper Formation." 　　Cheng Yaojia added, "According to Sun Bu'er, there are two secret figures hiding in the tent. Although the Quanzhen disciples were severely injured by
the Jinlun Fawang's group's treacherous scheme, the remaining disciples were still able to subdue the enraged Yang Guo using the Big Dipper Formation. It is said that although Yang Guo is young, he was already able to defeat masters such as Xiao Xiangzi, Yin Kexi, Darba, and the Jinlun Fawang with an iron sword." 　　He continued, "Furthermore, Qiu Qianren's internal and external injuries have all healed. It seems that the mysterious figures in the tent, along with your damned junior brother, the Indian monk Fang Shiyi, healed him. Besides, Fang Shiyi, you flawed 'dictionary ,' all your information is inaccurate. You said Master Yideng would need five years to recover his power, but what happened?" 　　Cheng Yaojia continued, "That's right. And Fang Shiyi, you old fool, after Master Yideng studied the Nine Yin Manual, it interacted with his own martial arts... " "This confirms that it only takes three months to recover one's strength. Your lousy martial arts dictionary says it will take five years to recover, but when I and the tenth-ranked one arrived there, we found the Southern Emperor, Qiu Qianren , and the five Quanzhen disciples who had recovered eighty percent of their strength, plus the Quanzhen sect's Heavenly Dipper Formation. Every step was a master, and swords were everywhere. I looked up at the bright moon and then lowered my head and burst into tears. It was only with great difficulty that I managed to deceive my master and escape unscathed. You rotten dictionary, you worm-eaten dog-pissing rubbish!" 　　The eleventh-ranked one spat on the ground, "accidentally" getting it all stuck to Fang Shiyi's clothes. He said, "Ninth Taibao can escape with just his words, but what about me? If it weren't for Qiu Qianren making me carry the corpse back to intimidate us , would I still be alive? I might escape death, but I can't escape punishment. I never knew I could carry thirty- five people at once, and even walk ten more." 　　Fang Shiyi, feeling embarrassed, quickly changed the subject, "My lord, what do you mean by 'eating, drinking, playing, and having fun' ? And who is Taotie Gong?" Lord 　　Wang replied, "The Emperor's four most trusted advisors are Taotie Gong, who oversees gourmet food; the young master with the compound surname, who manages rare and fine wines from various regions; the Wanse Lou, who manages entertainment; and myself, the Lewd King, who specializes in delivering beautiful women. Our four organizations are all about eating, drinking, playing, and having fun." 　　The mastermind behind this "eating" spree is none other than the Gluttonous Emperor Li Nian, also known as "Lord Glutton" Li Gonggong. From a young age, he possessed an exceptional talent for cooking. His knife skills and mastery of fire honed his heat resistance, swiftness of cuts, dexterity, and lightning-fast reflexes. He then developed "Gluttonous Kung Fu" from the very essence of food preparation. He dared to cook anything, from common pigs, cows, chickens, and ducks to snakes, scorpions, red toads, maggots, insects, and even "humans." He dared to cook anything, and of course, he dared to eat anything. Even if he used human corpses in his dishes, he could still make the entire court of officials savor the deliciousness and marvel, only to then make them feel nauseous. 　　But in the Golden Palace, with the Emperor above, which official dared to defile the floor where the Emperor resided in public? The Emperor greatly admired the comical, almost nauseating, demeanor of his civil and military officials. Furthermore, any "loyal minister" who dared to submit a memorial "displeasing to the Emperor" had the chance to enjoy the Emperor's "special daily dish." 　　The Emperor had saved the Emperor from much noise and provided him with exceptional entertainment; therefore, his chefs , under his leadership, had become one of the most powerful forces in the court. 　　Lord Wang suddenly chuckled: "He's a pervert, a cruel pervert. Be extremely careful if you encounter him." Lord 　　Wang took a sip of wine and continued: "'Drinking' is composed of so-called 'Young Masters with Compound Surnames,' namely the First, Second, Murong, Huangfu, Ouyang, and Linghu families. They are descendants of martial arts clans from the past, descendants of emperors who destroyed kingdoms during the Five Barbarian Invasions of the Southern Dynasties. They all possess unique family martial arts skills. 'Playing'—Wanse Lou— is led by descendants of some high-ranking officials with blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin. There are also some people with black and red skin from overseas , as well as others from unknown places. Their leader, 'The Living Buddha'—Chu Keren, is quite troublesome." 　　Lord Wang dispatched Fang Shiyi to visit Taotie, the Young Masters with Compound Surnames, and Wanse Lou, intending to leverage their strengths and influence the eating, drinking, and...

While using the combined forces of the four factions to deal with the Quanzhen Sect, Wang also ordered Cai Lang, Mo Shifei, and others
to quell the troublemaking young man Yang Guo.

The gathering of the four most powerful figures could only mean one thing: the Emperor's inspection tour. Wang didn't want
to worry about trivial matters at this time; he wanted to eliminate these obstacles.

Moreover, his "power reconstruction" was not yet complete, and his current strength was far less than before.

Previously, Wang was the most powerful of the four forces. The "Eight Bright Ones"—eight highly
skilled individuals who were troublesome figures in both the righteous and evil martial arts worlds—plus the five mysterious "Five Dark Ones" and the "Thirteen Protectors," made him a force that no other force dared
to easily provoke.

Furthermore, the Thirteen Protectors each cultivated their own personal guards, forming thirteen distinct "assassination squads
." This immense power allowed Wang to easily obtain the yellow robe and the imperial sword in the "Imperial Envoy Competition,"
becoming the "Imperial Envoy."

However, now the power was "unbalanced."

Of the Thirteen Protectors, nine were dead and one was missing, leaving only Cheng Yaojia, "Ten-Year Coffin" (only tenth), and "Eleventh Yama" (
eleventh).

The original thirteen assassination squads each led by the Thirteen Protectors were further weakened:
eight squads ("One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Eleven, Twelfth, Thirteenth") were wiped out by Yang Guo and the Quanzhen Sect; squads "Six, Seven, Eight, Nine
" suffered heavy losses in their bloody battle with A Lang, barely managing to coalesce into the new "Seventh,
Eighth" squads led by Cai Lang and Mo Shifei.

The Wu family father and son, Zhu Ziliu, the Beggar Clan disciples, and other Central Plains heroes had not yet been mentally broken enough to be
commanded by him.

Compared to the other three forces, he was far too weak.

The "Young Masters with Compound Surnames," a group of young men, are known for their impulsive and decisive actions. Now that Taotie Gong has revealed his whereabouts,
the "Young Masters with Compound Surnames" should have already arrived nearby. Perhaps tonight, they will launch a coordinated attack, annexing and eliminating the "Joyful"
forces and taking over the Central Plains heroes currently "training.

" Lord Wang glanced at the burly man in black standing to the side of the hall, a slight smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself
, "Luckily, he's here." Suddenly, he burst into wild laughter, rising and laughing triumphantly as he walked towards the bedroom behind the hall.

The masked, burly man in black, from the moment the sedan chair entered the hall until the meeting adjourned, stood silently
and motionless to the side of the hall. Only after Lord Wang retired to rest did the man sit down to relax.

As soon as Lord Wang entered the bedroom, he removed all his clothes, parted the bed, and saw a beautiful, naked woman
looking at him seductively. Her slender, jade-like hand slowly reached out and gently grasped his penis, rubbing it up and down until
it swelled. Her large, lively eyes looked at him, and her soft, rosy lips approached his erect penis,
her smooth, fragrant tongue teasing it, licking from the base to the glans.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman took his penis into her mouth, exhaling all the air, sucking and swallowing it.
Lord Wang climbed onto the bed, caressing the woman's alluring body, his obese body pressing down on
hers, his penis thrusting forcefully in her mouth, his thick tongue licking her moist petals.

Lord Wang suddenly sat up and said, "Huang Rong, spread your private parts and show them to me!"

The beautiful woman on the bed was none other than Huang Rong, the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains. Upon hearing the order, Huang Rong sat up slightly and looked at Lord Wang
, smiling as she spread her long legs. Her hands reached from behind her buttocks to the sides of her petals, using her middle fingers to separate them
. Deep within her naked thighs, her moist lips, covered by black hair, were revealed.

Warm liquid flowed from the depths of those narrow petals. Lord Wang looked at Huang Rong's delicate skin, her full
breasts, her round, snow-white buttocks, and her long, jade-like legs. Her entire body was naked, and her full buttocks gleamed white in the candlelight
. Her mature body was not only sexy but also exuded an alluring charm. Lord Wang had admired her enough, so
he bent down and once again desperately sucked on those wet petals.

Lord Wang made a sound as he frantically sucked from below, then around the petals,
sliding his tongue towards the pink center. Huang Rong, teased by Lord Wang, let out wanton moans.

Lord Wang's large tongue teased Huang Rong's clitoris, sucking it out repeatedly, then using
the tip of his tongue to attack its most sensitive depths. Under Lord Wang's teasing, Huang Rong's plump buttocks
writhed before him, her naked, hot body lasciviously beckoning him.

Lord Wang embraced Huang Rong tightly, his fat body enveloping her delicate form, then bent down to
suckle her nipples, his other hand pinching and pulling them as if to rip them off.

Then, Lord Wang grasped Huang Rong's breasts with both hands. Huang Rong's breasts were full and firm, and Lord Wang
squeezed and kneaded them without restraint. Huang Rong's whole body writhed violently. As her lust overwhelmed her, Huang Rong reached out and
touched her clitoris.

This action excited Lord Wang even more. He grasped his penis and rubbed it against Huang Rong's vulva.
As his hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like opening, Huang Rong let out a wanton moan. Lord Wang could no longer restrain himself
and thrust his erect glans into Huang Rong's wet vagina.

As he penetrated her, Huang Rong's burning body reacted strongly, spreading her legs to allow
Lord Wang to penetrate as deeply as he could

. Huang Rong's soft, beautiful hair clung to her cheeks with sweat. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her face was flushed. Her eyes blazed with lust
, her focus shifting constantly as she endured the violent thrusts of the obese body. Her plump, pink buttocks twitched with each stroke.

Huang Rong's slender, snow-white fingers grasped Lord Wang's throbbing, thick penis, rubbing it against her sensitive clitoris
, intensifying the arousal in her vagina.

She parted her engorged, red labia, guiding the thick rod in and out. The deeper the penis penetrated, the more Huang Rong's writhing body reflected her rising lust. Unable to control her wanton
moans, Huang Rong's hands instinctively reached for Lord Wang's obese buttocks, her nails digging deep into his
flesh, as she pushed the penis deeper and deeper into her secret place.

The thick, throbbing rod, its vigor undiminished, thrust unpredictably into Huang Rong's vagina, almost causing
her to twist and deform. The two were tightly joined together, and Lord Wang greedily savored the naked, beautiful, and wanton
"wise female strategist, the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains" before him.

Huang Rong was swept away by the torrent of lust, as if enjoying herself in a future world she had never experienced before. (Expansion)
His enormous penis rolled inside her vagina, like a piece of flesh playing a wondrous melody. Intense lust assaulted
Huang Rong's wanton body.

Countless thrusts followed, Huang Rong reaching orgasm again and again, ejaculating time and again. Yet, Lord Wang seemed
still full of vigor, showing no sign of ejaculation. After a long while, Lord Wang's lust erupted, shooting all his semen
deep into Huang Rong's petals.

Finally, Huang Rong's small mouth and nimble tongue cleaned Lord Wang's penis, swallowing
the mixture of semen and her own love juices. Lord Wang, reluctant to part with Huang Rong's naked body, caressed her.

Lord Wang said, "The number one person in the world is about to arrive. Although I am very reluctant, for my future and fame, you,
the number one beauty in the world, must perform well!"

III. The Female Zhuge

Liang The city of Xiangyang was no longer as orderly as before. The entire city and its suburbs were in turmoil. The reason was that the two personal guards under the command of
"Mo Da Xu Kong—Mo Qi" and "Yao Ming Xiao Chong—Cai Ba" of the former "Thirteen Protectors," namely
the "Void Seven Killings Group" and the "Eight Deadly Assassins Group," were using the pretext of searching for "a one-
armed, handsome young man with an iron sword" to plunder the people's wealth and commit atrocities, causing unrest throughout Xiangyang.

Mo Shifei, the acting leader of the "Seven Killings of the Void," known as "Divine Eye," possessed exceptional eyesight .
He successfully saved Lord Wang several times during palace power struggles, earning him the position of acting leader of the Seven Killings. Meanwhile,
Cai Lang, known as "Dog Nose and Dog Ears," served as acting leader of the "Eight Deadly Assassin Groups."

After the successive assassinations of the eight assassination groups (numbered 1-13)
, the Thirteen Protectors felt deeply humiliated and became even more brutal and licentious, their aim being
to force out "Iron Sword Boy" Yang Guo.

Sure enough, in a small inn, after two assassination groups ate and drank for free, robbed the innkeeper's property, and gang-raped the innkeeper
's wife, "Divine Eye" and "Dog Nose and Dog Ears" tracked down Yang Guo.

Meanwhile, at the Quanzhen disciples' lodging, the Five Masters of Quanzhen, Master Yideng, Qiu Qianren, and the Indian monk were
gathered in a tent. Besides these eight renowned martial arts figures, two graceful women were also present.

They were none other than Huang Rong, the female strategist who had suffered countless acts of rape and humiliation at Lord Wang's mansion, and her
daughter, Guo Fu.

Huang Rong was giving a lengthy narration in the tent: "Indeed, at that time, our side already had the greatly enhanced
skills of the Wu family father and son, the Yelü siblings, A Lang, Master Yideng, and the old leader Qiu Qianren, among other masters. Coupled with the arrival of Brother Guo Jing and
the heroes of the Central Plains, compared to Lord Wang's incomplete Thirteen Protectors, it was truly a battle we were destined to win."

"However, I always felt something was amiss, because of Ah Lang's unknown origins, Master Yideng's
kind heart, Brother Jing's dull-witted loyalty, and..." Huang Rong looked apologetically at Qiu Qianren,

"I did indeed orchestrate the destruction of Elder Qiu's beloved sister, Qiu Qianchi, and the Valley of Heartbreak."

Qiu Qianren clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the deceased are gone. It was all my sister's own fault, she has no
one to blame but herself. I was angry at the time and was manipulated by villains, causing the heroes of the Central Plains to fall. It is truly a sin!"

Huang Rong continued, "Therefore, when I met Hong Lingbo, Li Mochou's disciple, on the road, I devised a plan and forced
the Wu brothers to tell me that Li Mochou had been sold to a nearby Mongol army camp..." "I rushed to the brothel and, together with my many experts,
rescued Li Mochou,"

Huang Rong sighed. "The Wu family father and son are eager for revenge, but they acted rashly. First, how can such actions conform to the code of chivalry
? How can they be the behavior of upright and honorable people? Second, the aphrodisiac poison that Li Mochou was poisoned with will disappear after three months.
If the Love Flower poison doesn't kill her during this period, once she wakes up, with new and old grudges, will the Central Plains martial arts world ever have peace?!"

Huang Rong suddenly performed a few moves in the air and continued, "Li Mochou and I have some similarities. First, our physiques
are similar, and our appearances are not bad. Second, our martial arts skills are not much different. When she uses the 'Three No's and Three Not's Hand, at first glance,
one might mistake it for my 'Orchid Finger Flicking Hand'."

"Therefore, I used the disguise masks from Peach Blossom Island and the 'Soul-Stealing Technique' from the Nine Yin Manual to have Li Mochou
and Hong Lingbo impersonate my daughter and me to meet Lord Wang. If successful, it would be as planned; if it failed
, there would still be a way out."

Master Yideng said, "I didn't expect you, little girl, to keep even this old monk in the dark!"

Huang Rong laughed, "Such a risky plan, the more people who know, the more dangerous it becomes. Therefore,
after rescuing Li Mochou, I only said that I had imprisoned her and Hong Lingbo. Only my daughter and I know about this." Huang Rong said sadly, "However, it has burdened the young women of

Yelü Yan, Gongsun Lü'e, and Wanyan Ping ." 　　Suddenly, the Indian monk pressed Huang Rong's pulse. Huang Rong was not afraid and let him take her pulse. The Indian monk's eyes flashed with surprise, and he mumbled some Indian dialect. 　　Huang Rong nodded to the Indian monk, knowing he had noticed the aphrodisiac of the "Ancient Tomb Sacred Medicine" on her. She gestured for him not to reveal it yet, as there were many important matters to attend to, and her ailment could wait until after saving the heroes of the Central Plains. 　　Master Yideng, standing nearby, suddenly changed his expression. He was the only one who understood the Indian dialect. Knowing Huang Rong 's secret, he recalled a time when he had suddenly fallen for Huang Rong, a woman from a family he knew by generations, and felt ashamed. Knowing this great secret, for some reason, a strange feeling welled up within him, and many thoughts battled within him. 　　Huang Rong's clear voice interrupted Master Yideng's thoughts: "Lord Wang's meaning has been largely cleared up. Next , we must prepare to strike at the heart of the matter and seize Lord Wang's 'Holy Temple' in one fell swoop." A light rain inexplicably began to fall in Xiangyang City . 　　A few streets later, in the main hall of Lord Wang's "Thirteen Protectors' Temple, " a hundred corpses lay piled before a black-clad man with a vacant gaze, interspersed with the henchmen of Wanselou, the Compound-Surname Young Master, and Taotie Gong . 　　Fang Shiyi handed a letter to Lord Wang, saying, "Congratulations, Lord. This is the last force, and they've come to discuss cooperation. You are truly a master strategist." 　　Lord Wang rubbed his greasy belly and said, "Of course, with 'him,' everything will be settled." Their gazes fell upon the black-clad man in the hall. 　　In the back room of the hall, a man was shouting with gusto. He was none other than the current emperor, sweating profusely, yelling , "Good! Good! These women are truly amazing! Compared to you, the three thousand beauties are utterly vulgar. From now on..."

"Take her back to the harem, let me enjoy myself to the fullest every day!"

The naked emperor was simultaneously having sex with several beauties: Huang Rong, Guo Fu, Yelü Yan, Wanyan Ping, and Gongsun
Lü'e. Each of them was completely naked, their exquisite naked bodies allowing the emperor to indulge in greedy pleasure. The
emperor grabbed Huang Rong's face, pressing his lips into hers in a frenzied kiss, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper into her secret place.

The emperor said, "This one is the most beautiful. I've never seen you before. No matter who you marry, from today onwards
, you will always be mine. I will never let you leave, hahahaha..."

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