White-Clad Heroine Queen Cong'er

White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er

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(I)
In July 1679, the rebel army led by Wang Cong'er, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, was surrounded by dozens of Qing troops in a mountainous area of Guangxi. After three months of fierce fighting, nearly 90% of the rebels had died, leaving only Wang Cong'er and a dozen or so highly skilled subordinates who retreated to the edge of a cliff. Seeing a large number of Qing soldiers surging towards them like a tide, the leading officer shouted, "Two thousand taels of gold will be rewarded for capturing that white-clad woman alive." With such a large reward, the Qing soldiers, their eyes red with greed, rushed towards the cliff like madmen.
At this moment, a woman in white sneered, "Shameless Qing devil, come and take the two thousand taels of gold if you dare!"
With that, she blurred into the crowd, a white figure disappearing into the throng. Wherever the white figure went, Qing soldiers fell like straw, blood splattering everywhere. The Qing army, which had been so imposing just moments before, was instantly thrown into chaos, everyone fearing for their lives. The officer who had shouted to capture Wang Cong'er alive was now terrified, wetting himself and desperately trying to escape into the crowd.
Seeing the situation was dire, the general of the rear guard quickly deployed two hundred armored soldiers, followed by four hundred archers.
The armored soldiers, each clad in heavy armor and wielding iron shields and broadswords, formed an impregnable Great Wall.
The white figure, however, showed no fear and charged into the armored army once more. The armor failed to save the lives of its occupants; a series of subtle, sinister palm strikes pierced through the armor, and those struck fell to the ground, their internal organs ruptured, dying instantly.
Archers drew their bows and unleashed four hundred arrows like raindrops at the white-clad figure and the dozen or so rebel soldiers behind her. The white-clad figure spun like a whirlwind, each arrow a powerful shield that repelled the approaching arrows, none managing to harm her. But the rebel soldiers behind her were no match; most were killed by arrows, and the rest were severely wounded.
The white-clad figure finally stopped. She was exceptionally beautiful, breathtakingly so. Her eyebrows were as graceful and pure as clear mountains, her eyes as deep and hazy as the starry sky, her figure as slender and beautiful as a goddess, and her demeanor as elegant and refined as a solitary orchid in a secluded valley. Her white robes were as white as snow, ethereal and otherworldly; not a single drop of blood had stained them in the carnage. She was Wang Cong'er, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, also known as Wang Qi Shi, a woman who struck fear into the hearts of the Qing army.
This woman, possessing unparalleled martial arts skills, was the newlywed wife of Lin Qi, the leader of the rebel army. Less than a month after their marriage, Lin Qi was ambushed and killed by Qing troops. From then on, Wang Cong'er led the rebel army to avenge her husband. In the past three years, she had assassinated fourteen high-ranking Qing generals and escaped unscathed. No one
could figure out her martial arts skills or background. To kill her, the Qing army had sent countless martial arts masters to assassinate her, but none of them had ever received the bounty and all had met their demise. She was like a white grim reaper who could control life and death; only she could kill, and no one could kill her. For three years, she had haunted the nightmares of all the high-ranking Qing officials. Now, this white grim reaper was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops, but they still couldn't harm her in the slightest. The Qing soldiers advanced cautiously.
Wang Cong'er felt her internal energy suddenly depleted. The previous charge had almost exhausted her remaining 30% of her strength, and she could no longer charge again. Although she had killed more than eighty enemy soldiers, her own men were almost wiped out. In the end, with all her strength exhausted, she would only be captured. Rather than be captured and humiliated, she would rather die.
She gathered her inner strength and shouted, "Brothers, we must not let the Qing demons capture us alive! Even if we die, our bodies must not fall into their hands! Follow me!" With that, the white figure leaped off the cliff and disappeared into the Qing mountains and white clouds. The remaining men followed suit.
Watching this tragic scene, the Qing soldiers were speechless for a long time, staring blankly at the bottom of the abyss.
(II)
At night, a white figure was walking wearily in the dark forest. It was Wang Cong'er, who had jumped off the cliff to her death during the day. Even with her unparalleled lightness skill, she would have been doomed if she had jumped off the cliff. But just then, a gust of wind blew up from the bottom of the cliff, and she used this wind to slide up the cliff face. It took her three hours to slowly climb to the bottom of the cliff.
The fighting of the past few days had exhausted her, and all she wanted was to lie down and sleep. She knew she needed to find a safe place to rest and practice her internal energy immediately. As she walked, a mountain god temple suddenly appeared before her. The temple was dilapidated, its age unknown, and it didn't look like anyone lived there.
Wang Cong'er held her breath, drew her sword from her waist, and slowly approached the temple door. She listened carefully for a while to make sure no one was inside before entering.
The paint on the statues inside had long since faded, and it was impossible to tell what kind of god they were. The temple was covered in dust, as if no one had come to offer incense for years. She looked around the temple and found a small pond behind it, the water of which wasn't too murky.
Wang Cong'er returned to the main hall, closed the temple door, and placed her sword on the offering table. Her tense mind finally relaxed.
Little did she know that about two miles away from the mountain god temple, more than twenty local militiamen were marching towards her.
Wang Cong'er removed her headscarf, revealing long, jet-black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall. She composed herself, gazing at the dilapidated statue, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
Originally from the north, Wang Cong'er lost both parents at a young age and was forced to live on the streets. At the age of seven, a Daoist nun saw her and was astonished by her extraordinary talent, recognizing her as a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a century. She took her as her disciple.
The nun was the legendary Xuefeng Shennu, the head of the Tianshan Sect, a figure of martial arts prowess who had reached a transcendent level. She had roamed the martial world for decades without a single defeat, even defeating the Shaolin master Fangtai Pudu. At that time, she was only twenty-eight years old.
Now, at seventy, she still looked no more than thirty, yet she never accepted disciples. Wang Cong'er was her first and last disciple. She hadn't misjudged her; Wang Cong'er was naturally intelligent, mastering any martial art with ease, and even able to apply what she learned to other situations, improving upon them. Within three years, her foundation was exceptionally solid. Next, the Snow Peak Goddess imparted to her the Tianshan Sect's most treasured skill, the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra." The
"Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" is an extremely profound and wondrous martial arts technique, divided into nine levels. Its fame in the martial arts world is far less than that of the Shaolin Sect's "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). Previous generations of Tianshan Sect leaders had practiced it, but almost none had been able to reach beyond the third level; their martial arts were only considered first-rate, and they could never reach the pinnacle.
It was only with the Snow Peak Goddess's generation that it was realized that to master the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra," one needed to gather the three Yin energies—a pure Yin virgin—on a Yin day and at a Yin hour in a cold, Yin place. This would make the skill twice as effective.
She practiced accordingly, reaching the sixth level by the age of twenty-five. With this skill, she was invincible in the martial arts world, even defeating the Shaolin Sect leader. However, after reaching the seventh level at the age of thirty, she made no further progress. Even at sixty, she still could not enter the eighth level.
At this moment, she finally realized that once a woman passes thirty, her youth is over, and her cultivation of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" will make no further progress. She couldn't help but regret that she shouldn't have ventured into the martial world so early, thus
neglecting her training. From then on, she was determined to find a girl with exceptional talent to teach her the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra." Seeing her disciple master the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" would make her life worthwhile.
Wang Cong'er lived up to her master's expectations, reaching the seventh level by the age of eighteen, a progress far surpassing that of the Snow Peak Goddess in her prime. Seeing her disciple's rapid progress, the Snow Peak Goddess was also very pleased, predicting that Wang Cong'er would reach the ninth level, the highest realm, before the age of twenty-five.
Unexpectedly, when Wang Cong'er was nineteen, Lin Qi, a rebel leader being pursued by the Qing army, came to the Tianshan Sect for refuge.
The Snow Peak Goddess also supported the White Lotus Sect's anti-Qing movement, so she sent Wang Cong'er to escort Lin Qi back to the White Lotus Sect. The two were pursued by countless Qing soldiers along the way, but Wang Cong'er's unparalleled martial arts skills allowed them to break through the pursuit. As a result, the two gradually fell in love. They eventually pledged their lives to each other and got married on the day they arrived at the White Lotus Sect.
Lin Qi knew that Wang Cong'er was the sole heir of the Tianshan Sect, and that marrying her without the approval of the Snow Peak Goddess was inappropriate. Therefore, he did not consummate their marriage, intending to wait until he gained her approval. Wang Cong'er, raised under her master's care, was unfamiliar with matters of the heart and did not think much of it.
Unexpectedly, a month after their marriage, Lin Qi was ambushed by a large Qing army while leading an inspection tour and was killed on the spot.
Upon learning of this, Wang Cong'er immediately stormed the prison that very night, but she arrived too late; Lin Qi had already been murdered. Her husband's tragic death devastated Wang Cong'er, and in one night, she slaughtered hundreds of Qing soldiers and took Lin Qi's body away.
From then on, Wang Cong'er led Lin Qi's former troops and merged with other rebel armies from various provinces. Due to her exceptional martial arts skills, intelligence, and effective leadership, she was elected as the supreme leader by the rebels, and from then on, they fought across the north and south, with the war affecting five provinces. Even with hundreds of thousands of elite Qing troops, they struggled to annihilate the rebels. Fourteen generals, protected by a vast army, were assassinated by Wang Cong'er, their prestige shattered.
The Snow Peak Goddess sought out Wang Cong'er, hoping she would withdraw from the war, but Wang Cong'er was determined to avenge Lin Qi. Knowing her beloved disciple's stubborn nature, the Snow Peak Goddess instructed her to diligently practice her martial arts, telling her that if the uprising failed, she could return to Tianshan to avoid further trouble. With that, she vanished. This time, the Qing army, having exerted all its strength, finally annihilated the rebels. Only Wang Cong'er, with her unparalleled martial arts, escaped once again.
Wang Cong'er knelt before the statue of a deity, silently praying: "May the great deity bless me to rebuild the White Lotus Sect, avenge my late husband and brothers, eradicate the Qing demons, and bring peace and prosperity to the people." Then, she carried a three- or four-hundred-pound stone incense burner from the temple to prop up the door, lay down on the offering table, and closed her eyes to meditate.
(III)
About a mile and a half away, about twenty local militiamen carrying wooden sticks and lanterns were walking towards the mountain god temple. The leader was named Yang Gouzi, a guard for Yang Mo, the head of the nearby Yang Family Village.
Yang Mo used to be a notorious bandit in the area, a disciple of the Thunder and Lightning Sect, and his Wind and Thunder Palm technique was quite famous. Later, he retired from the underworld and spent 50,000 taels of silver to buy the rank of captain. He usually got whatever he wanted in this area, practically a local tyrant.
A year ago, his master, Kuang Lei Lei Zhentian, led dozens of elites from his sect to assassinate Wang Cong'er at the behest of the imperial court, but they were all wiped out by Wang Cong'er. Yang Mo realized that his skills were far inferior to his master and senior brothers, and he was glad that he had left the martial world early. Otherwise, if he had gotten involved in this mess, he would have died along with them. So he made up his mind to stay out of the affairs of the martial world and the imperial court and be content to be his local tyrant.
Recently, he has been practicing the Joyful Zen technique he obtained from the Western Regions. He has captured more than a dozen virgins who lost their families in the war to use as experimental subjects, indulging in endless pleasures day and night, oblivious to his impending doom. The imperial court is cracking down on the White Lotus Rebels in this area and has ordered him to assist in the pursuit. He has been perfunctory in his duties; two thousand taels of gold are indeed very tempting, but one's life is only one. It
wasn't until midday that he learned the rebel army had been wiped out and their leader, Wang Cong'er, had jumped off a cliff to his death. He then sent several groups of local militia out to search, hoping they would steal some protection money from nearby villages and capture a few women without family backgrounds to use for his training. If he's lucky enough to find the rebel corpses and send them to the authorities, he can make a small fortune.
Yang Gouzi was Yang Mo's henchman, and he had learned a smattering of martial arts from him. He used it to bully those who couldn't pay their taxes, and it was always effective. He once beat a family of seven until they were spitting blood. He was a well-known "master" in the area, and the local militia admired him and vied to become his disciples. He always made excuses to refuse, putting on an air of superiority and ordering them around at will. This time, he was leading this group on a patrol of the area.
Recently, Yang Gouzi had lost more than twenty rounds at the gambling den, losing over two hundred taels of silver, which pained him greatly. He believed it was because he never worshipped the gods and there was no temple in the village. So he decided to go to the local mountain god temple, which hadn't been visited for many years, to pray for good luck.
As Yang Gouzi walked, he cursed, "Damn it! I came all the way to this godforsaken place to pray for good
luck. If this doesn't work, I'll tear this dilapidated temple down!" A villager named A Niu beside him advised, "Don't worry, Master Gou. My grandma says this god is really effective; he can bring good fortune. If he doesn't work, I'll be the first to beat him up."
Yang Gouzi laughed, "If it's really as you say, I'll reward you with ten rains when I make my fortune, so you can have your fill at the brothel. I heard they've recently started a new thing—they've got some prostitutes dressed in white, pretending to be some kind of white-clad knights-errant." "Wang Cong'er was so popular that the doorway was almost trampled over. I even went to her once, but unfortunately, that bitch was too ugly and slutty, she had no chivalrous spirit at all. I could only do it with my eyes closed, it wasn't satisfying at all!"
Ah Niu said, "Actually, what's so great about Wang Cong'er? With my skills, it's a piece of cake for me to have her, and I can fuck her to death."
Yang Gouzi became more and more smug as he listened, and said smugly, "It was too good for her to jump off the cliff. If she were still alive, I would make her our horse to ride."
Everyone burst into laughter.
As they were talking, they saw the mountain god temple in the distance. Ah Niu suddenly paused and said, "Gouzi, I was hunting here a few months ago, and I could clearly see the temple gate. Why is it closed now? No one has been here for a year. What's going on?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Gouzi thought to himself: Could it be that some remnants of the White Lotus Sect have escaped here? But I don't know how many there are. I have to find out first. Thinking of this, he quickly whispered, "Everyone, extinguish the lanterns and approach step by step. Check the ground for any traces."
The group slowly approached the mountain god temple, carefully examining the surroundings. Yang Gouzi finally found a footprint on the steps. Wang Cong'er had been using his lightness skill to avoid leaving any footprints, but he had been careless when climbing the steps, leaving muddy marks from his boots unnoticed.
Yang Gouzi noticed the footprint was small, resembling a woman's. A thought struck him: could Wang Cong'er be alive and had escaped here? The thought of that fearsome white-clad reaper nearly made him wet himself.
Just as he was about to turn and run, he remembered his enormous debt. If he could capture Wang Cong'er alive, two thousand taels of gold would be enough to buy the entire Yang Family Village. He could then follow in the footsteps of Master Yang and buy an official position, showing off his power to his brothers. Thinking of the white-clad prostitute he had slept with, Wang Cong'er suddenly seemed less frightening.
Fortune and glory are sought amidst danger, and Yang Gouzi was determined to risk his life. However, rushing in through the main gate was far too risky; who knew how many people were inside?
At this moment, A Niu said, "Master Gou, when I was a child, my grandmother told me that she once hid from bandits in this mountain god temple. Back then, the bandits in this area were very fierce. The abbot of this place dug a tunnel behind the statue in the temple, leading directly to an ancient tree outside the temple. Why don't we go in through the tunnel and take a look?"
Yang Gouzi was overjoyed, thinking: "Heaven is truly blessing me with wealth!" So he decided to go in through the tunnel himself to investigate.
The group found the ancient tree and indeed saw a tunnel large enough for a person to pass through in the tree hollow. Yang Gouzi lit a tinderbox and went down into the tunnel. The tunnel hadn't been used for decades, yet it was still not blocked, although it smelled terrible and rats were crawling around inside.
After climbing for more than ten zhang, Yang Gouzi saw a wooden plank above him. He quickly extinguished his tinderbox, gently lifted the plank, and climbed up. Sure enough, in front of him was the back seat of a deity statue. He held his breath and peeked out from behind. Less than ten zhang in front of him, a long-haired woman in white robes was fast asleep on the offering table. Yang Gouzi mustered his courage and leaned out to take a look, and was immediately stunned.
He thought to himself: My God, how can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? I've seen beautiful women before, but compared to her, she's like a world apart. Her features and figure are like the embodiment of all the beauty in the world. Even Chang'e descended to earth couldn't compare. If I could spend one night with her, I would die ten thousand times over.
Thinking of this, Yang Gouzi felt his penis swell as if it were about to explode, but he immediately suppressed his burning lust and pulled back, because he saw Wang Cong'er turn over, revealing the sword beside her. It turned out that Wang Cong'er was not asleep.
(iv)
Yang Gouzi thought to himself: What a close call! If I hadn't been able to control myself and pounced on her, I would definitely have been killed by her sword. He quickly pressed his body against the Buddha statue.
Wang Cong'er had rested at the offering table for a while, but her mind remained unsettled. She thought about how, three years ago, she had single-mindedly sought revenge for her husband and to overthrow the Qing Dynasty. She had reorganized her scattered followers, and at one point, they had routed the Qing army. For the past three years, she hadn't just focused on fighting; she had also devoted considerable effort to cultivating the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra," reaching the eighth level six months ago. Her skill surpassed even her master's, making her practically the greatest
martial artist in the world. However, three months ago, she made a colossal mistake: leading her army into these mountains. Unfamiliar with the terrain, the troops wandered aimlessly through the forest and were eventually surrounded by the Qing army. For three months, she had exerted all her strength, employing every military tactic imaginable, yet she still couldn't break through the Qing encirclement.
She had even infiltrated the Qing army several times to attempt to assassinate their commander, but this time, the commander had clearly learned from past experiences, employing ten look-alikes throughout the camp, each surrounded by numerous soldiers, including a musketeer unit. Although Wang Cong'er considered herself a master of martial arts, she still had to be wary of the powerful firearms. Several times, if it weren't for her superior agility, she would have been injured by them.
In the end, her sworn brothers who had followed her for many years died before her eyes, and she was powerless to stop them. Now, she was the only one left alive, feeling utterly ashamed before the spirits of Lin Qi and her sworn brothers.
Remembering her master's words before he left, she wondered if she should go to Tianshan to find him. But this thought was fleeting; her heart was once again filled with a deep-seated hatred for the Qing court. If she could leave this place and find Yao Zhifu of the White Lotus Sect's Blue Banner, it wouldn't be impossible to start another uprising.
Thinking of Yao Zhifu, she couldn't help but sigh. This man had repeatedly hinted at his affection for her, but although she was still a virgin, having already married Qi Lin, she was his for life, destined to remain a widow for him. Her heart could not hold another man.
Thinking of this, Wang Cong'er didn't want to sleep anymore. She turned over and sat up, feeling dizzy, knowing it was because she hadn't eaten or drunk anything for several days. During the period when they were surrounded by Qing soldiers, their rations ran out in the first month. Later, the rebels had to kill horses to eat, and when the horses were all gone, they could only gnaw on grass roots and tree bark. As a result, they ate all the grass roots and tree bark in the besieged mountains.
Wang Cong'er had profound internal strength, so she gave most of her food to others, eating only a little herself. But fighting for such a long time was starting to take its toll on her body. Her legs could barely move, and her whole body was numb and itchy.
For three months, she hadn't taken a bath at all. There was no water source nearby, and there wasn't enough water to drink, let alone enough to bathe.
Even though she had been suppressing the evaporation of sweat with her internal strength, it was impossible to remain clean for three months. Thinking of the pool behind the temple, she suddenly had a strong urge to take a good bath and invigorate herself.
The door was already blocked off with a stone incense burner. Anyone trying to get in would have to make a huge noise, and it would take more than ten people to push it open. This way, she could be prepared in time. Thinking of this, Wang Cong'er picked up her sword and walked towards the back of the temple.
Yang Gouzi heard the footsteps and knew that Wang Cong'er had gone to the back of the temple. He crept out from behind the Buddha statue and secretly followed her.
Wang Cong'er walked to the edge of the pool and reflexively looked around before sitting on a large rock beside the pool. She gently rubbed her swollen and sore legs with her hands, then took off her white cloth boots and removed her white socks, which were already turning black at the toes, revealing a pair of fair feet that were as white as snow and as clear as jade. At the same time, a strange smell entered her nose. Even a fairy's feet would stink if she hadn't washed them for three months. She couldn't help but blush.
Then she began to undress—the white bodice slowly slipped off, revealing a flawless jade-like body. Her skin was snow-white and delicate, like solidified cream, smooth and silky like satin. Her waist was slender, and her breasts stood firm like bowls. Her nipples were incredibly alluring, and her navel was small and exquisite.
Next, her white trousers and underwear fell to her legs as the belt was removed. Her long, slender legs, like bamboo shoots, and her rounded buttocks were revealed. At the junction of her legs was a thin crevice surrounded by a ring of black down. Wang Cong'er's naked body exuded a mature beauty, like a celestial maiden descending to earth to play in the water.
Wang Cong'er felt an indescribable coolness and comfort as her feet soaked in the icy pool water, stimulating every pore of her skin. She bent down and slowly walked into the pool, stopping when the water reached her waist. Having grown up in the north, she had never been in contact with river water and was therefore unable to swim. Not knowing how deep the pool was, she dared not go too far in lest she drown.
Then, Wang Cong'er began to concentrate on washing the filth off her body with the pool water, quickly becoming immersed in the pleasure of the cold water washing over her body.
All of this was clearly seen by Yang Gouzi, who was hiding in the bushes. His penis had already pierced a large hole in the ground, leaving it covered in semen, and blood was streaming from his nose. Seeing his opportunity, he slowly crawled forward, reaching the stone where the clothes were placed. He picked up Wang Cong'er's clothes, boots, socks, and the sword, and then crawled back to the temple along the same path. Wang Cong'er, preoccupied with washing her body, was completely unaware that her clothes and weapon had been taken away.
Yang Gouzi picked up Wang Cong'er's clothes, pants, boots, and socks one by one, sniffing them like a dog, ignoring any strange smells. He found the aroma more enticing than any perfume. He grabbed a boot and chewed on it, imagining himself biting into Wang Cong'er's snow-white foot, his mind racing with pleasure.
Suddenly, he felt something hard in his mouth, almost breaking his teeth. He tore off the sole and found a piece of iron inside. He checked the other boot, but there was nothing there.
Suspicion struck him. Hiding something in shoes to ambush someone was something only third-rate martial artists would do. Why would Wang Cong'er, a top-tier expert, do such a thing? He suddenly remembered Yang Mo telling him about the weakness of Iron Shirt, and it dawned on him. He calmed himself, rolled up his clothes and sword, and crawled into the tunnel.
The tragic fate of the white-clad heroine, Wang Cong'er, was about to begin.
(V)
After an incense stick's time, Wang Cong'er washed away all the filth from head to toe accumulated over the past three months. Soaking in the water, she felt indescribably joyful and refreshed, her spirits lifted considerably, and her internal energy recovered to about 20%. She vigorously wrung her soaked hair a few times before heading towards the shore, intending to get dressed and leave immediately, as this was a dangerous place she couldn't linger in.
Looking up, she was shocked to find that her clothes, sword, and other belongings on the large rock had vanished. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave; she had clearly placed them on the rock!
Just then, a burly man leaped out of the nearby bushes and struck her with a stick. Wang Cong'er instinctively swung her arm to block, breaking the stick into several pieces, and the man was sent flying.
But then, more than twenty burly men surged out from around the pool, all shirtless and wearing only shorts, their underwear bulging high in the middle.
Their eyes were bloodshot, drool dripping, and they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Capture this beauty alive! She's worth two thousand taels of gold!"
"I don't want the gold, I just want her!"
"Hehe, I want her too, and I'll take the money too!" They all leaped into the pool, closing in on Wang Cong'er.
Wang Cong'er had survived countless assassination attempts by martial arts masters, and her experience was undeniably rich, but she had never faced an enemy naked before. Apart from bathing with her master when she was a child, only the female soldiers who helped her to bed had seen her body. Even her husband, Qi Lin, had never seen it.
Now, with so many people's eyes on her, the usually composed and resourceful Wang Cong'er was panicked and at a loss, filled with shame and anger. She only knew to retreat step by step towards the center of the pool, her left hand protecting her breasts, and her right hand channeling her inner strength to desperately splash the pool water to stop the villagers from getting closer. She uttered meaningless threats: "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, or I'll kill you all."
The villagers braved the pool water splashed by Wang Cong'er and still rushed forward desperately. The pool water, propelled by her inner strength, lashed their bodies and faces like hail, causing excruciating pain. Some were even thrown out of the water by the impact. Normally, these cowardly villagers would have fled long ago, but now they were faced with the temptation of two thousand taels of gold and the most beautiful woman in the world. They didn't care about mountains of knives or seas of fire, and each of them bravely charged forward, risking their lives.
Although Wang Cong'er had only recovered 20% of the power of the eighth level of the "Mysterious Maiden's Heart Sutra," she was still considered a top-tier expert in the world. She could easily injure and cause the villagers to vomit blood by unleashing her power through the water if they came within three feet of her. However, now, having lost her composure, Wang Cong'er only knew how to retreat, trying to keep the villagers at least two zhang away, the farther the better. Naturally, the power of her water-based attacks was greatly reduced, rendering them harmless. Unbeknownst to her, she had already retreated until the water reached her chest.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Gouzi had secretly slipped into the pool and slowly swam towards Wang Cong'er from the bottom. Yang Gouzi had just gone out through the tunnel to meticulously plan his operation, having the villagers enter the temple with him through the tunnel, then lie in ambush by the pool. He planned to rush forward when Wang Cong'er discovered her clothes were missing, allowing Yang Gouzi to launch a sneak attack while she was in a state of panic.
Yang Gouzi was an excellent swimmer. Under the moonlight, he had a perfect view of Wang Cong'er's body. He saw that her left hand was covering her breasts, but how could one hand possibly cover her large, bowl-sized breasts? It could only barely cover her nipples. A tuft of dark hair on her lower body was clearly visible. Her legs were tiptoeing backward, truly like a white lotus in the water, making Yang Gouzi's blood boil.
Yang Gouzi swam to Wang Cong'er's feet, waited for the right moment, grabbed her feet, and lifted them off the ground with force. If this were on land, even with hundreds of pounds of strength, he wouldn't have been able to move Wang Cong'er an inch. Unfortunately, Wang Cong'er was in the water, tiptoeing, and completely unprepared. She immediately plunged headfirst into the water, swallowing pool water and choking, unable to breathe.
Five or six local militiamen, all skilled swimmers, immediately dove into the water to help Yang Gouzi attack Wang Cong'er. In truth, the deepest part of the pool only reached Wang Cong'er's neck; it was far from drowning. However, Wang Cong'er was naturally afraid of water, and once in the water, her mind went completely blank. She could only flail her arms and kick her legs
wildly, utterly disoriented. The militiamen, working in perfect unison, each grabbed her limbs with both hands, their legs locking her in like octopuses, while one forcefully pulled her hair underwater. Despite her predicament, Wang Cong'er desperately tried to use the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" to roll and spin in the water, attempting to shake off the militiamen. But they held on tightly, creating turbulent waves in the water.
Yang Gouzi wasn't idle either; he pulled a silver needle from his belt—a tool he had obtained from Yang Mo to show off to the militiamen. Seeing that Wang Cong'er was drinking more and more water and her struggles were weakening, he had one of the villagers lift her right foot out of the water, while the others stepped forward and held her head down firmly against the bottom of the pool.
Yang Gouzi grabbed Wang Cong'er's ankle and saw that her sole was snow-white and smooth, neither too fat nor too thin, with five bright pearls that shone brilliantly. Her toes were curled up as if trying to escape something, constantly twisting and turning. When he smelled them, they emitted a strange fragrance, making him almost want to take a bite.
Yang Gouzi suppressed his impulse, pinched a silver needle between two fingers, and began to prick the acupoints on the sole of Wang Cong'er's foot. After a few needles, the silver needle could only penetrate halfway into the sole of her foot before being bounced away by a strange force, as if it had been pierced into a pile of cotton. Although Wang Cong'er was already dizzy from drinking too much water and her stomach and head were throbbing with pain, she still felt a strange sensation on the sole of her right foot, as if someone was pricking the acupoints on her foot with needles. She was immediately shocked: Could it be that
the acupoints of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" had been exposed?
It turns out that when the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" is cultivated to the sixth level, internal energy will permeate all the meridians, sealing all 107 acupoints in the body. At that time, no matter where the body is attacked, the internal energy can protect it in time. Even large swords and small needles cannot penetrate it, making it virtually invulnerable.
However, even the most miraculous martial arts have their weaknesses. The "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra" still requires one acupoint as the key to connecting the internal energy of the whole body, which is the Yongquan acupoint on the right foot. Although this acupoint is very hidden on the sole of the foot, once it is pierced, it will act like a large lock, forcing the internal energy distributed in the meridians of the whole body back to the dantian. The internal energy can no longer be transmitted out of the dantian. Although it is not a complete loss of skill, it will make people unable to use their internal energy even though they are full of it.
The Snow Peak Goddess knew this weakness, so she always hid a piece of iron at the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her shoe, just in case. Wang Cong'er was no exception. However, this secret, which only the two of them knew, was accidentally discovered by Yang Gouzi from the iron piece in Wang Cong'er's right boot.
Although Yang Gouzi knew Wang Cong'er's right foot was definitely her weak point, he didn't know which acupoint it was, so he just kept randomly pricking. He accidentally pierced the Yongquan acupoint, but noticed blood seeping from the needle's insertion point on the sole of her foot. He didn't generate enough force to deflect the needle, and he was overjoyed. He forcefully plunged the needle into Wang Cong'er's foot.
Wang Cong'er felt excruciating pain in the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her right foot. Knowing something was wrong, she gritted her teeth and unleashed all her strength. With a loud bang, the center of the pool seemed to explode, water splashing high into the air. Yang Gouzi and several villagers who were holding her were thrown back, crashing into the grass, writhing in pain. Wang Cong'er's snow-white naked body fell onto the bank, startling the villagers who scattered. But strangely, she didn't get up to chase them; instead, she lay motionless in the grass.
Yang Gouzi, mustering his courage, crawled over and saw that Wang Cong'er's belly was swollen high, her eyes were tightly closed, and blood was flowing from the sole of her right foot. The silver needle had been deeply inserted into the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot. He then felt her entire body and felt no internal force rebound.
Yang Gouzi immediately realized that Wang Cong'er, the most beautiful woman in the world with the best martial arts skills, had been captured alive. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, as if two thousand taels of gold were right in front of him. The twenty-odd villagers beside him couldn't wait to take off their pants and enjoy their spoils.
Looking at the naked Wang Cong'er in front of him, Yang Gouzi suddenly wanted to see her in white clothes even more. He stopped the villagers and ordered them to use their outer garments to wipe Wang Cong'er's entire body clean and squeeze out the water from her belly. Naturally, many of them took advantage of the situation, touching her breasts and licking her feet. Then they dressed her in her white clothes, white pants, and even boots and socks, and a white-clad heroine reappeared before everyone.
Yang Gouzi pinched her philtrum hard, and she leaned against a large rock by the pool. Soon, Wang Cong'er slowly opened her eyes, and there was Yang Gouzi's ugly face in front of her.
(VI)
After Wang Cong'er woke up, the first thing she did was to look down between her legs to see if there was anything unusual. Although she had never experienced the pleasures of love between men and women, she had learned about the physical reactions that should occur after a relationship between men and women in the past three years. However, she felt that there was nothing unusual in her lower body. She found that her clothes, pants, and even boots and socks were all on her body. Apart from her stomach and head still being very swollen and painful, the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her right foot was extremely painful. It seemed that the entire needle had been inserted into the sole of her foot, and the injury was not serious. The bleeding had not yet stopped.
She tried to circulate her internal energy and felt that all the internal energy of the "Mysterious Woman Heart Sutra" was gathered in her dantian. It was as if it was wrapped in a bag and could not be guided into the meridians of her body. She immediately knew that what her master said was true. Now she was not much different from an ordinary woman.
Despite being in dire straits, she was a seasoned veteran and tried her best to calm herself and clear her mind. She thought: If these people wanted to capture her alive, they should have sent her to the authorities for the reward or tried to assault her. But now they've given her clothes. Could it be that they don't want money or sex?
Wang Cong'er straightened her clothes, endured the pain in her right foot, stood up, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, you have captured me today, but I don't know why. I have no grudge against you. Could you please do me a favor? The White Lotus Sect has always sought justice for the poor. If you release me today, you will surely reward me handsomely in the future."
Yang Gouzi lewdly laughed, "Miss Wang, you're simply talking nonsense. Now your White Lotus Sect is either dead or has fled, and you're no longer a force to be reckoned with. Even your dignified leader is in our hands. We brothers are poor, but you are our god of wealth. Two thousand taels of gold are enough to support us brothers for the rest of our lives." "You've lost all your power, and you still want to bargain? Let me tell you the truth, the reason I dressed you is so I can rape a real white-clad heroine. That would be more satisfying. Are you going to take them off yourself or have us help you?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Cong'er's face turned red with anger, and she retorted, "You villain, how did you know the location of my acupoints?"
Yang Gouzi pulled out the piece of iron from his pocket and laughed, "It's all your fault for being so stupid. Hiding an iron piece in the sole of your boot, even a fool would know there's something wrong with your foot." As he spoke, he walked forward and reached out to grab Wang Cong'er's right foot without any hesitation.
Wang Cong'er knew that if she didn't fight back now, she would fall into the hands of these lecherous men, and her innocence would be in jeopardy. Thinking this, she gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and used her right foot as a pivot, turning with lightning speed and delivering a spinning kick to Yang Gouzi's face.
Wang Cong'er had practiced martial arts since childhood, and her bones and muscles were far more flexible and strong than the average person, her foundation exceptionally solid. Although this kick lacked the aid of internal force, it still possessed considerable power. Yang Gouzi, carried away by his arrogance, was determined to strip this lamb naked himself, never expecting his opponent to be such a shrew. He dodged the kick with a quick movement, but still took a heavy blow to the shoulder, falling backward and knocking down three or four of the village thugs along with him.
Knowing she was outnumbered, Wang Cong'er couldn't fight them head-on. She ducked past the local militia, only to be met by two more attacking from either side. She leaped up, executing a "splits in mid-air," kicking both men in the face simultaneously. The pain sent them tumbling to the ground, clutching their faces. Using her agility, she darted through the encirclement and ran towards the temple.
Yang Gouzi, arms crossed, shouted, "Surround her! Don't let her get away! That's two thousand taels of gold!" The militia, without his command, grabbed their sticks and gave chase.
Wang Cong'er rushed into the temple. Although she had lost her internal energy, her lightness skill remained, and her agility allowed her to run far faster than most. She continued running, which only exacerbated the pain in her legs. Now, all she wanted was to open the temple gates and run as far as she could. But as soon as she reached the temple entrance, she froze. A stone incense burner weighing three or four hundred pounds was blocking the entrance. This was originally a safety measure she had set up to prevent anyone from entering the temple, but now it had trapped her instead.
At this moment, the villagers had already poured into the main hall of the mountain god temple, forming a siege. Seeing that things had come to this, Wang Cong'er knew she wouldn't escape until she defeated them. So she unleashed the Tianshan Palm Technique, combined with the Mandarin Duck Continuous Kicks, and engaged the villagers in combat.
Wang Cong'er, worthy of being the number one female martial arts master, although she couldn't use her internal energy, her eyesight remained sharp. She could always see the weaknesses of her opponents before they even made a move, using skill to overcome brute force and defeating them first. Knowing her strength was insufficient, she used her palms as cover, focusing her kicks on the faces of the villagers.
The villagers, unfamiliar with martial arts, wouldn't understand this principle. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight men had been kicked in the head and face, screaming and collapsing to the ground, unable to get up.
Yang Gouzi was shocked; he hadn't expected Wang Cong'er to be so powerful even without internal energy. He regretted not tying her up earlier. But he was more perceptive than the other villagers, noticing that Wang Cong'er's strength was waning, her right leg was limping, and blood was slowly seeping from the sole of her boot. He knew her foot injury wouldn't last much longer.
His confidence surged, and he drew Wang Cong'er's precious sword from behind his back, shouting, "Brothers, step aside! Let me, Gouye, deal with this little bitch!" With that, he swung his sword at Wang Cong'er.
Although Wang Cong'er had kicked down nearly ten men, her right leg was already too painful to stand. If it weren't for her foot injury, defeating all the villagers wouldn't have been impossible. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a blade behind her and quickly dodged to the side. Yang Gouzi's sword only struck the incense burner in front of the door, and with a "crack," it chopped off a piece of the corner.
Wang Cong'er saw that Yang Gouzi was holding the precious sword Qiushui Duan, which her master had given her before their parting. Enraged, she used a grappling technique to try and snatch the sword back.
Seeing the sword's sharpness, Yang Gouzi's confidence soared. He swung the sword, slashing left and right. Wang Cong'er, fearing its sharpness, dared not approach and was forced behind a large pillar.
Suddenly, two hands reached out from behind the pillar, wrapped a hemp rope around Wang Cong'er's neck, and tightened it around her neck. Wang Cong'er felt short of breath, saw stars, and couldn't catch her breath. She could only grip the rope tightly to reduce its pull. Seeing their chance, the villagers pounced on her like hungry tigers.
Although Wang Cong'er couldn't move, she still managed to use her waist strength to launch a series of kicks, knocking down three more people. But immediately, her left foot was grabbed, and then her right foot was also caught. She was held firmly by several men, and her hands were also pressed behind her back by the villagers, rendering her immobile.
Yang Gouzi laughed triumphantly, "What white-clad heroine? She can't even beat a few of us country bumpkins. She just relies on her looks and body to deceive people, and she's as fierce as a shrew. Today, I'll teach you how to be a woman. Brothers, carry this slut to the altar."
The villagers hurriedly carried the still struggling Wang Cong'er to the altar. Yang Gouzi reached out and ripped off her right boot. The sole and white sock were stained with blood. He then peeled off the white sock, revealing that her crystal-clear white sole was splattered with blood. Yang Gouzi felt a pang of pity and stuck out his tongue to lick her sole.
Gang Rape of the White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er
(Part 1)
Wang Cong'er had defeated countless skilled assassins throughout her life, but today she never imagined she would fall into the hands of a group of unskilled village militia. She desperately tried to activate her dantian, hoping to gather even half of her internal energy, but all her efforts were in vain. Her internal energy remained trapped in her dantian, without any change. Without the support of internal energy, the hunger and fatigue of the past few days overwhelmed her, leaving her feeling utterly weak.
More than twenty pairs of shameless and lustful eyes roamed brazenly over her body, as if these filthy eyes had seen right through her, inside and out. This was an immense humiliation for her, and she felt utterly helpless.
During the fight, Wang Cong'er's collar was ripped open, revealing her jade-like neck and half of her snow-white shoulder. Her right foot was almost numb with pain; even her boots and socks had been stripped off by Yang Gouzi. This lecherous man even stretched out his tongue to lick her right foot, feeling like a caterpillar crawling on her sole. She wanted to kick his ugly, disgusting face to pieces, but with several strong arms holding her tightly, she couldn't even bend her leg and could only watch helplessly as Yang Gouzi licked her right foot.
Yang Gouzi held Wang Cong'er's foot tightly in both hands, his tongue rolling back and forth on what he considered the most beautiful foot he had ever seen. His tongue felt a soft, smooth sensation, without a single callus. The taste of blood was sweet, combined with the exotic fragrance emanating from her sole—it was the ultimate pleasure, incomparable to any delicacy.
It turned out that Wang Cong'er and the Snow Peak Goddess had been consuming Tian Shan snow lotus for a long time, and over time, their bodies had acquired a unique fragrance, greatly benefiting Yang Gouzi. As Yang Gouzi licked, he felt he had reached the needle tip on the wound at the Yongquan acupoint. He bit down hard on the needle tip with his front teeth and pulled it out forcefully. With a "hiss," a blood-soaked silver needle was pulled out from Wang Cong'er's foot. She clenched her teeth in pain and lifted her head, but she didn't even groan.
Yang Gouzi couldn't help but admire her stubborn and resolute character; she truly was a heroine. He picked up a headscarf from the ground and wrapped it around the wound on Wang Cong'er's right foot. Then, with lightning speed, he pressed down on Wang Cong'er, grabbed her collar, and ripped it open. Instantly, half of her white upper garment and bodice were pulled off, revealing most of her high, glistening breasts. The sight made the local militiamen drool and their erections throb.
Wang Cong'er, filled with shame and indignation, roared, "You villain, what do you want to do?"
Yang Gouzi, while stroking her breasts, lewdly chuckled, "You women just love to say these unnecessary things. You know what I want to do, why ask?"
He then reached out and unbuckled Wang Cong'er's belt, grabbing her waistband and pulling down her white trousers to her calves, revealing pink panties and her long, beautifully slender, snow-white thighs. Below her small, rounded knees were her shapely calves, gleaming with an alluring sheen.
The villagers were already mesmerized, shouting, "Master Gou, hurry up, you're next!"
"Hurry up, if we wait any longer, my little brother's going to explode!"
"Nonsense, I'm the second one!"
"It's me!" A cacophony of noise erupted in the mountain temple.
Seeing his brothers were practically going crazy, Yang Gouzi decided to waste no more time, pulling down his shorts to reveal his already throbbing member.
This was the first time Wang Cong'er had ever seen a male's genitals. Between two dirty, dark legs, a foot-long black fleshy rod was protruding from a clump of black hair. At the top of the rod was a fleshy mass the size of an egg. It smelled extremely foul, and there were bulging blue veins around the rod. It was truly disgusting.
The thought of that enormous, disgusting thing about to penetrate her body nearly terrified her. All she could do was frantically twist her limbs, banging her head against the table, pleading, "No, no! I beg you, as long as you don't defile my purity, I'll give you anything."
Seeing her so frightened, Yang Gouzi wondered: Could this little lioness be seeing a man's thing for the first time? Otherwise, why would she be so excited?
He mocked, "Miss Wang, even if you brought mountains of gold and silver, I wouldn't want them now. I only want you. It's not like it's your first time, why pretend to be so virtuous and chaste?" With that, he ripped off Wang Cong'er's last pair of trousers and shoved them into her mouth, revealing her undeveloped black forest before Yang Gouzi's eyes, the pink folds of flesh hiding among the black hair.
In this situation, even the most resolute hero would succumb to temptation, let alone Yang Gouzi, who was already a lecher. To inflict even greater mental torment on Wang Cong'er, he deliberately delayed thrusting his penis in, instead swaying it from side to side, saying, "Miss Wang, be careful, I'm going to attack from the left."
With that, he thrust his penis towards Wang Cong'er's genitals from the left. Wang Cong'er, with her own panties in her mouth, couldn't utter a single curse, only able to dodge the penis's attacks with her waist. Each time, the penis slid past her crotch, filling her with terror, fearing she wouldn't be able to dodge the next blow.
Seeing that he had tormented her enough, Yang Gouzi decided to finish her off with one final strike, gathering all his strength for a straight thrust. Wang Cong'er couldn't dodge in time; with a "thud," the thick penis pierced her body.
Wang Cong'er felt a red-hot iron rod pierce her lower body; her mind went blank, as if her soul had been pierced, everything stopped.
Yang Gouzi's penis, however, cut through everything in its path, finally reaching Wang Cong'er's last line of defense: her hymen. He felt his penis being pressed against something unusually flexible.
Startled, he suddenly realized that Wang Cong'er was still a virgin. Overjoyed, he shouted, "My ancestors must have been incredibly kind! Quick, get a white cloth to put under me!" The surrounding villagers, unaware of what was happening, grabbed Wang Cong'er's torn white boots and placed them under them.
Yang Gouzi used all his strength to frantically thrust into Wang Cong'er's lower body. Having spent years on horseback without ever losing her virginity, her hymen was naturally very strong, but it couldn't withstand Yang Gouzi's rough handling, causing her excruciating pain.
As Yang Gouzi continued thrusting, he suddenly felt the obstacle vanish, his penis feeling as if it were encased in a sheath. He laughed wildly, overjoyed, while Wang Cong'er sadly lowered her head to the offering table, closed her eyes, and two streams of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She had lost the most precious thing a woman could have—her virginity, which should have been given to her husband, had been taken by a shameless rogue. There was nothing more humiliating than this. She felt utterly broken and only wished for death. At the
point where Wang Cong'er and Yang Gouzi's genitals were joined, a trickle of blood, a symbol of a woman's chastity, flowed from her body, dripping onto her white boots, strikingly vivid. The villagers shouted in unison, "There's blood! She's a virgin!"
(II)
Under the cover of darkness, a tragic event of unprecedented proportions was unfolding in this secluded and dilapidated mountain temple. Wang Cong'er, a heroine of unparalleled martial arts prowess, breathtaking beauty, and extraordinary wisdom, was being pinned to the altar by a hideous rogue whose martial arts were so mediocre they weren't even third-rate. Her white robes had been torn off, leaving only a piece of clothing attached to her back and arms. Her trousers were pulled down to her calves, her left foot was wearing a boot, and her right foot was bare, wrapped in a blood-stained headscarf.
Although she hadn't lost her inner strength, she couldn't muster any to resist. Her limbs were immobilized by the villagers' restraints, and her body helplessly endured the humiliation inflicted by this beast. The virgin blood flowing from her crotch covered the table, and the villagers eagerly licked it with their hands.
Wang Cong'er felt the tearing pain in her lower body growing increasingly intense, her delicate virgin vagina being pierced and rubbed by the fleshy rod. She knew she had finally left behind her girlhood; she was now a woman whose virginity had been taken, but the chastity she should have reserved for her husband had been forcibly taken by this shameless rogue, filling her with shame and rage.
Her heart was filled with endless regret—why hadn't she died when she jumped off the cliff? Why had she entered this mountain temple to rest? Why had she moved a stone incense burner to block the door? Why had she inexplicably gone to bathe naked behind the temple? Why hadn't she been more vigilant and aware of her surroundings? So much regret made her want to find an opportunity to commit suicide quickly, but the trousers in her mouth were tightly gagged, preventing her from even biting her tongue to end it.
She thought of how she had already been violated; if she died now, it would only be a waste of these beasts' time. Even in death, she would kill them all. Thinking this, she stopped her tears, glaring at Yang Gouzi, refusing to yield to him.
At that moment, Yang Gouzi was writhing on Wang Cong'er's body, the intense pressure of the vaginal walls, the first time her virgin vagina was being penetrated, arousing him intensely. The thought that he, a mere thug, had managed to rape the most beautiful woman in the world and even deflower her filled him with immense pride. Feeling it wasn't exciting enough, he shouted, "Brothers, let go of this slut's hands and feet! Let's have a one-on-one fight! Don't say I'm bullying a woman!" The villagers obeyed, releasing Wang Cong'er's grip. As
soon as she was free, Wang Cong'er immediately pressed her hands against the table and stomped her feet, trying to throw Yang Gouzi off her. However, she was exhausted from hunger and the fight had drained her strength, allowing her to only lift herself half a foot. Yang Gouzi's penis was deep inside her, occupying a favorable position, which only further aroused him.
Yang Gouzi lewdly chuckled, "You slut, you're quite strong! Such skill in bed, yet you don't serve your husband. Is he a eunuch? Three years of widowhood must have been tough for you. Today, I'll give that deadbeat a good thrashing." With that, he forcefully sank down.
Wang Cong'er felt an increased pressure in her lower body, a pain mixed with a hint of sexual pleasure. Her legs suddenly went weak, and her body was pressed against the table again. Although she felt no sexual desire, her body was gradually betraying her will, and a strange fluid began to secrete from her lower body. She naturally didn't know that this was female vaginal fluid, but she still banged her head against the table to keep herself awake and not feel any pleasure from the other's violence. At the same time, she grabbed the other's head and face with both hands and kicked his ribs and lower back with both feet.
Seeing that he had been doing this for a long time, and that the other was still so uncooperative and refused to reach orgasm, Yang Gouzi couldn't help but feel angry and no longer showed any mercy. He grabbed Wang Cong'er's right foot with his left hand and put it on his shoulder, while his right hand clamped her left leg under his armpit. He bit down on Wang Cong'er's right foot and chewed on her jade-like toes. He increased the speed of his thrusts, pressing down on the offering table with a "crack...crack..." sound.
Wang Cong'er felt her will was about to collapse. The pleasure in her body was constantly rising, and a hot current was gathering in her lower body. She could only hold on with her last bit of willpower, her hands gripping the table so tightly they left marks.
Yang Gouzi saw that the white-clad heroine in front of him was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her breasts heaving. Based on his years of experience in bed, he knew it was almost time. He desperately held back his semen, which was about to be released, and roared, "I can't hold back the slut's juices!" With that, he bent down and bit down hard on Wang Cong'er's right breast, sucking it frantically, as if he had returned to his childhood. At the same time, his hot semen gushed into the depths of Wang Cong'er's uterus like a torrent.
Wang Cong'er felt a sharp pain in her right breast and could no longer control the hot current in her lower body. She erupted like a volcano, her toes pointing straight up, and she let out a sharp "hmm." Her vaginal fluids gushed out, reaching her first orgasm in her life. The fluids from their lower bodies mingled, soaking half the offering table and flowing onto the floor. After the climax, they both gasped for breath, utterly alone.
The villagers, having witnessed the most thrilling and exciting erotic scene of their lives, their erect penises already soaked with semen, rushed forward, clamoring, "Dog Master, let me have your turn... I'll be your slave, let me have my fun!"
Yang Gouzi struggled to prop himself up, laughing, "Don't worry, everyone gets a share. You get to play with beauties and get gold too." Wang Cong'er felt even more exhausted after releasing that fluid; her body was limp, her breathing rapid, her mouth dry, and she hated herself for reacting to such a beast.
She glanced at Qiu Shuiduan and saw him sitting right next to the offering table, cursing herself for not noticing. She gathered her remaining strength and, as he moved away from her, bent her left leg and kicked Yang Gouzi's shrunken penis hard.
Yang Gouzi never dreamed that this beauty, who had just seemed like a dead fish, would still have the strength to fight back. Caught off guard, the kick landed squarely, sending him crashing off the offering table. Yang Gouzi fell to the ground, clutching his penis and screaming in agony, rolling around on the floor. If Wang Cong'er hadn't been so weakened by his abuse, that kick would have crippled him.
Taking advantage of the moment the villagers hesitated, Wang Cong'er tumbled off the offering table. To avoid aggravating her right leg injury, she landed on her left foot, but a piercing pain shot through her lower body, her legs buckled, and she almost collapsed. Fortunately, she managed to brace herself with her left hand on the offering table and grabbed the Qiushui Sword with her right, slashing it straight at the villagers.
Seeing her retrieve her weapon, the villagers scattered in terror. Wang Cong'er tried to chase after them, but her legs wouldn't move, and she could only move forward step by step, unable to catch up with them.
A Niu, terrified, hid under the offering table. He saw Wang Cong'er dragging her injured leg, limping, blood still flowing from her lower body down to her snow-white ankles, one foot still wearing a boot and dragging a pair of trousers, one trouser leg trailing on the ground. He took a breath, suddenly crawled out from under the table, grabbed the trouser leg dragging on the ground, and pulled hard. Wang Cong'er lost her footing and fell straight down, her breasts hitting the floor with a loud thud.
A Niu gripped her trouser leg tightly and pulled Wang Cong'er's body forcefully. Wang Cong'er's body was out of control. She kicked her left foot with all her might, but the trousers were firmly wrapped around her left ankle. She could only use her left foot to kick her right boot, trying to take off her left boot to break free of the entanglement. However, another villager rushed forward and grabbed her right foot. Wang Cong'er, weak and defiled, was naturally powerless to resist and could only be dragged by the two men.
(III)
Wang Cong'er was dragged back and forth in the temple by her legs by two big men. Her legs, which could have split stone tablets, were now limp and powerless after being tortured by Yang Gouzi. With the slightest effort, she felt a tearing pain in her lower body and could not use any exquisite leg techniques. She still held tightly to Qiu Shui Duan in her hand and struggled to straighten her upper body to cut the hands of the villager with her sword, trying to force them to let go.
But A-Niu wasn't a fool. He and another villager forcefully lifted Wang Cong'er's legs, making her hesitant to lift them for fear of injuring herself. Seeing that Wang Cong'er still wouldn't submit, and noticing a temple pillar behind her, A-Niu forcefully spread her legs apart, slamming her bleeding genitals against the pillar.
With a loud "thud," Wang Cong'er's genitals crashed heavily against the pillar, exacerbating her injuries and splattering blood. Wang Cong'er groaned in pain, her sword slipping from her hand, and she fainted on the spot.
The villagers, who had been terrified by Wang Cong'er, now saw that this little lioness was finally subdued and immediately surrounded her, lifting her up in a flurry.
Once again, Wang Cong'er was held by her limbs by several large men, her body suspended in mid-air. A-Niu grabbed her left foot and tried to peel off her only boot, but it was firmly entangled in her trousers, and he couldn't remove it from her ankle. He ignored it all, abandoning the attempt to remove her boots. He quickly pulled off his shorts, raised his already erect penis, and thrust it hard into Wang Cong'er's already disheveled lower body.
Because her genitals had been lubricated by the fluids from Yang and Wang's intercourse, A Niu's penis slid in without any hindrance. Thinking about how he had only been able to sleep with those sallow-faced women who looked like sows in the first half of his life, and how he usually couldn't even afford to go to brothels, he was now raping such a beautiful and chivalrous woman. He was so happy that he closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and let out a roar that seemed to have no meaning. Without
thinking twice, he began to fuck her wildly. The other villagers were not idle either. Two of them were biting and nibbling at Wang Cong'er's breasts from both sides, while the others were caressing and licking her long, snow-white legs. One of them was still trying to peel off her left boot. When he couldn't peel it off, he didn't care about the dirt and stuffed it into his mouth and gnawed on it desperately. One of them pulled the thong out of her mouth and inserted his penis into her cherry-like mouth, churning and swirling it around with obvious pleasure.
The other villagers who couldn't get a turn could only stare helplessly, drooling, their hands rubbing their nearly bursting penises, urging Ah Niu and the others to hurry up. The scene was utterly chaotic. Yang Gouzi, who had just been kicked hard in the groin, had fainted from the pain beside the offering table. With the villagers' eyes filled with lust, no one cared about his life or death; he was left unattended and ignored.
Wang Cong'er gradually regained consciousness, but as soon as she came to her senses, she felt herself suspended in mid-air, her hands and feet firmly held. The excruciating pain in her lower body indicated that she was being subjected to yet another act of defilement. A foul-smelling penis was inserted into her mouth, reaching all the way to her throat, continuously spraying nauseating semen into her throat. She could only swallow it all, unable to spit it out. She wanted to bite down, but her mouth was too weak; biting down with all her might only stimulate her attackers to ejaculate more intensely.
Wang Cong'er knew that no matter how much she struggled, she could not escape. She could only use her willpower to try to control her sexual desire. The strong heroine could only struggle helplessly under the rape and ravaging of the lecherous men. Her crystal-clear body swayed in their clutches, both sacred and sensual.
After two incense sticks' worth of thrusting, A Niu finally reached his limit, ejaculating all his semen into Wang Cong'er's body. Wang Cong'er had just been relieved to have survived one ordeal, but the moment the shrunken penis left her, another one mercilessly plunged into her body, giving her no chance to catch her breath. Her lower body, still recovering from the previous torment, was already under the onslaught of the penises when a new round of rape began.
Under the intense thrusting of the penises, Wang Cong'er couldn't help but let out moans, her breasts swaying, her waist involuntarily twitching, her consciousness gradually blurring. She shook her head violently, but tragically, her body was completely out of her control. Her insteps were taut, and no matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, she couldn't resist the pleasure brought by the thrusting of the penises.
Finally, the same feeling as on the altar surged up again, and Wang Cong'er helplessly reached another climax, her fluids mixed with theirs flowing onto the floor. The rapist let out a triumphant roar, leaving her, and then another penis was inserted.
The penis in her mouth also thrust in and out repeatedly. Every inch of her skin was exposed to the clutches of the village militia, all she could see were the long, dark, swaying penises, eager to be used.
And so, the militia took turns, one after another, until one was finished, then another would rise to the occasion. Those who were tired would soak in the pond in the backyard to regain their strength before returning to the fray. The time went from midnight to the next morning, and then from morning to afternoon.
After countless rapes, Wang Cong'er would faint and wake up, only to faint again.
Even if she wished she would never wake up, it was impossible; the militia would always wake her with cold water before raping her again. She felt her strength and life force being drained away with each orgasm, until she had no strength left to even move a finger. Even at her peak, after such frenzied and terrifying abuse, she would be powerless to resist. Would she ultimately die like this?
This peerless heroine had been reduced to a worthless tool for sexual gratification, causing the militia's pent-up lust to erupt completely, each devising various rape positions.
Some, noticing Wang Cong'er's unusual flexibility, bent her limbs like a puppet on strings, straightening her legs to her head, forming an arched bridge shape, and then raped her while sitting on it.
A Niu, on the other hand, devised a plan to carry Wang Cong'er on his lap, circling the temple while he raped her, to see how long she could last.
A thick layer of sticky, viscous semen had accumulated on the floor of the sacred mountain temple, and the villagers, without any restraint, even used their hands to wipe Wang Cong'er's body with it.
Yang Gouzi had already woken from his unconsciousness, but the kick to his groin was still quite severe. Although the pain was gradually subsiding, he couldn't get an erection and couldn't avenge the kick; he could only stand by, watching helplessly, his lust burning fiercely.
Seeing that it was already dark outside, he was shocked to realize that the village militia had been going at it for a full day and night. Wang Cong'er's eyes were rolling back, she was foaming at the mouth, and her legs were covered in blood. If this continued , the little lioness would surely
be fucked to death, and the two thousand taels of gold would be out of reach. He hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, but the village militia were completely blinded by lust and did not heed his orders at all. They only thought about continuing their ecstasy until they died. A Niu even threatened him with the Qiu Shui Duan sword, saying that if he dared to disturb their good time again, he would cripple his penis.
Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, Yang Gouzi thought: Now, he could only report to Commander Yang immediately. Only he could control the situation. Taking advantage of the villagers' inattention, he secretly moved behind the statue and crawled out of the tunnel. Looking up, he saw the bright moon in the sky. He thought that it would take at least two hours to get to Yangjia Village from here, and it would take even longer to find Yang Mo. He could only hope that the little lioness could hold out until they arrived. With that thought, he quickly ran towards Yangjia Village.
(IV)
In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone through the crack in the door onto Wang Cong'er's haggard face. She opened her tired eyes again. Her long, black hair was stuck to her body, and all the bones in her body felt like they were broken. This was the result of the villagers' frantic pounding of her incredibly resilient limbs.
Her breasts were swollen and red from being bitten, and the buds on her breasts were engorged with blood. Her shoulders, neck, arms, long legs, and toes were covered in pinch marks and teeth marks. Her ravaged vulva was stained with filthy blood and semen, the semen still clinging to her thighs and congealed with the wounds. Her right
white boot was soaked in blood and semen, turning it a red and white mess, and stuck firmly to her foot. The villagers probably didn't want to remove it anymore; raping a female warrior wearing only one boot from head to toe was quite a unique experience.
Wang Cong'er tried to move her numb legs, but the wounds that had just congealed immediately burst open. The excruciating pain plunged her into despair once again. Her body was completely exhausted, and the severe injuries to her lower body meant that even without her martial arts skills, she would need to stay in bed for two or three days before she could get up.
Once upon a time, Wang Cong'er was a heroic woman, a "White Lotus," who wielded unparalleled martial arts skills and slayed countless Qing soldiers on the battlefield. Now, she could only lie helplessly in a pool of foul-smelling semen, at the mercy of others. Fate was truly cruel.
Several times, during intense orgasms, she felt her soul leave her body, but each time, the suppressed internal energy in her dantian would generate a weak force to replenish her depleted strength and energy, preventing her from collapsing to death. Unfortunately, this force could only save her life, not restore even half of her strength. It would have been better to die rather than suffer. At this moment, all she could do was gasp for breath.
A stream of yellow, foul-smelling liquid shot into her mouth, choking Wang Cong'er to the point of almost fainting. When she looked up, she saw that A Niu had used her cherry-like mouth as a urinal, urinating down her. She tried to shake her head and neck to avoid it, but the urine flowed all over her head and face.
After urinating, A-Niu was still not satisfied. Looking at the exhausted villagers lying around him, he couldn't help but feel proud that he hadn't been defeated yet. For two nights and three days, the villagers had been taking turns raping Wang Cong'er like madmen.
Those who had already exhausted themselves after a few rounds found their shriveled penises involuntarily becoming erect again when they saw how much the others were enjoying themselves. No one wanted to be the first to lie down and be ridiculed, so they started competing to see who could last longer. But even the strongest men couldn't withstand more than ten rounds of intercourse. After rounds of elimination, A-Niu finally secured the top spot, while the other exhausted villagers collapsed to the ground.
As A-Niu fastened his pants, he thought: This lioness is a born slut. She's been fucked by the brothers for seventeen or eighteen hours and she can still go on. I've almost ejaculated all my semen. I'll just hand her over to the authorities before she dies. Two thousand taels of gold will be enough for the brothers to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Thinking this, he shouted to the limp villagers around him, "Get up, everyone! Take this slut to the government office for a reward!"
The villagers had vented their pent-up lust over the past two or three nights, and were now weak and exhausted. Hearing this, they struggled to their feet and walked towards Wang Cong'er. Wang Cong'er thought to himself: This is good. I'll be sent to the government office to be beheaded. Death will save me from being humiliated by these beasts again. It's a pity I can't kill them all to avenge myself before I die.
Just then, the temple door that was blocking the stone incense burner suddenly burst open with a loud "boom," and the stone incense burner was shaken and rolled more than three zhang away. A big man in yellow rushed in from outside, covered Wang Cong'er with his clothes, and shouted, "Shameless lecher! How dare you humiliate a respectable woman in broad daylight! Today, I, the Innate Fist King Dahai, will act on behalf of Heaven!" As he spoke, his fists struck five or six villagers, and each of them died on the spot.
The village militia, already weak and exhausted, had no strength left to fight off this highly skilled martial artist. Some had barely reached the temple gate when he grabbed them and threw them at the others. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty militiamen lay dead on the ground.
Only A-Niu remained, still wielding the Autumn Water Broken Sword and desperately resisting. Unfortunately, he had never learned martial arts, and although he had the weapon, he was still full of openings. A punch from the big man struck him in the chest, instantly shattering more than ten bones in his chest. His eyes widened, and he groaned, "Yang—Battalion—Why—?" Before he could finish speaking, another heavy punch landed on his head, and A-Niu finally died, his eyes wide open in death.
The burly man approached Wang Cong'er and said, "I am Wang Dahai, the Innate Fist King. I arrived a step too late today, allowing Miss Wang to suffer the humiliation of these beasts. I deserve to die a thousand deaths. I will never mention this matter to a third party, or may I, Wang Dahai, die a horrible death."
Wang Cong'er recalled receiving a message by carrier pigeon from her husband's late friend, Wang Dahai, when she was trapped in the mountains, saying he would come to her aid. She never expected him to arrive at this moment and save her life. She felt a sense of relief and immediately fainted.
After confirming that Wang Cong'er had indeed fainted, the burly man pressed her pressure points to induce sleep. He stood up, lifted her yellow robe, and lewdly grinned at her alluring body. If he hadn't already planned ahead, he would have immediately pulled out his penis and vented his lust on this peerless beauty.
The burly man shouted towards the temple gate, "Gouzi, come out! These peasants are all dead."
Entering the temple was none other than Yang Gouzi, who had left the previous night. He had spent two hours running back to Yang Family Village to find Yang Mo, only to find Yang Mo engrossed in a passionate encounter with a newly captured woman in a secret passage. Yang Gouzi, unaware of the passage's entrance, could only wait outside.
When Yang Mo finally emerged from the passage at dawn, he was shocked to hear what Yang Gouzi had said. The invincible, beautiful heroine had been captured and gang-raped by his own group of ignorant villagers—it was utterly unbelievable. But seeing the seriousness in Yang Gouzi's expression, he and Yang Gouzi rode swiftly to the temple.
Along the way, he secretly calculated that capturing Wang Cong'er and handing her over to the authorities would only yield two thousand taels of gold. However, if he could extract the location of the White Lotus Sect's treasure from her, that would be a great achievement.
Since its uprising, the White Lotus Sect has conquered many territories, distributing most of the wealth of corrupt officials and wicked men to the poor. The remaining portion was used for the uprising's supplies and expenses. It's said that only Wang Cong'er knows the location of this treasure. He plans to offer most of it to the imperial court, keeping a small portion for his own enjoyment and to curry favor with high officials, thus ensuring his future is limitless. Since Wang Cong'er's debut, no one has been able to ascertain the origin of her martial arts skills. If he could trick her into revealing unparalleled martial arts techniques, wouldn't he become the overlord of the underworld martial arts world?
With this in mind, he devised a plan to rescue the damsel in distress. These local militia would naturally be sacrifices to gain Wang Cong'er's trust. They were all loose-lipped; it would be more cost-effective to kill them all than expect them to keep his secrets.
As for the Innate Fist King Dahai, he had been captured by the Qing army in Guangxi a month ago. Under severe torture, he revealed that he had come to help Wang Cong'er escape. Such a person, insignificant to the overall situation, was naturally killed by the Qing soldiers. This matter had already reached Yang Mo's ears, but Wang Cong'er was trapped in the mountains, where news was scarce, so she naturally wouldn't know that Wang Dahai was already dead, and she had never even seen him. Yang Mo then used his palm to form a fist, easily killing a group of village militiamen and gaining Wang Cong'er's trust.
Yang Gouzi was terrified by the sight of the corpses scattered on the ground, fearing that Yang Mo would also eliminate him. Yang Mo sneered, "Gouzi, if you're a smart man, forget everything that happened today. I'll handle these peasants. You just need to help me clean up these corpses and burn everything related to them. If this matter is leaked even slightly, they'll be your example."
He then pulled a small bottle from his clothes, tossed it to Yang Gouzi, and said, "Stab the corpses a few times, and sprinkle some on the wounds." He then wrapped Wang Cong'er in his clothes, picked up the Qiu Shui Duan from the ground, and walked out of the temple. Only
after the sound of hooves faded into the distance did Yang Gouzi finally breathe a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.

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