【The Legendary Twins Prequel (Complete Edition)】【The End】

The Legend of the Twin Heroes Prequel (Complete Edition) Author: Fei Long

● (I) Diling Manor

Hunan, Tianxiangtang Diling Manor. This manor is located on the banks of the Xiang River, covering a vast area with fields stretching as far as the eye can see. The houses in the manor are exquisite, with flowers and willows providing shade, truly a paradise on earth.

The manor owner, "Leader of the Three Hunan Martial Arts Alliance" Tie Wushuang, is nicknamed "Loves Talent to the Maxim of Life". His hair and beard are all white, and his face is ruddy. At this moment, he is sitting in the flower hall of the manor, with two disciples standing on his left and right sides. The one on the left has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a purplish-black face. He is his eldest disciple, Shangguan Tiande. The one on the right has a clear face and is gentle and polite. He is his second disciple and son-in-law, Li Dazui.

It turns out that Tie Wushuang's daughter, Tie Baobao, is known as "Fat Zhaojun". Although she is plump, she has the beauty to make fish sink and geese fall, and the beauty to make the moon hide and flowers blush. Both Shangguan Tiande and Li Dazui initially vied for the position of the groom's son-in-law, but unexpectedly, Old Man Tie, after much deliberation, chose Li Dazui, whose martial arts skills were only second-rate and who relied solely on his silver tongue to make

a living in the martial arts world. Although Shangguan Tiande was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to obey his master's orders. Tonight was their wedding night, and Tie Wushuang, watching the servants bustling about inside and outside the house, turned to Li Dazui, who was standing by, and said, "My dear son-in-law, go and prepare things. Don't neglect the baby later." The bright moon hung in the sky, and the candlelight flickered red. After seeing off the guests who had come to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber, the slightly tipsy groom, Li Dazui, happily returned to the bridal chamber, bolted the door, walked to his bride's side, and lifted the veil. He had expected to see a beautiful face, both joyful and shy, but to his surprise, the bride was cold and devoid of any smile. Li Dazui said softly, "Wife, it's getting late, go to bed!" Tie Baobao raised her eyebrows and said irritably, "You sleep by yourself! I'm feeling down, I want to sit alone."

Li Dazui asked, "What's bothering you? Tell me and I'll try to help you." Fat Zhaojun glanced at him and said, "Nothing. I just don't understand why my father insists I marry you." Li Dazui felt slightly displeased: "I'm skilled in both literature and martial arts, and I'm dashing and charming, what's wrong with that? Besides, today I..." "We've already paid our respects to heaven and earth, so am I supposed to spend my wedding night alone in an empty bed?" "I'll follow my husband wherever he goes, whether I'm a chicken or a dog, I have no choice but to accept my fate. But whether we consummate our marriage today depends on my mood!" Li Dazui roared in anger, "This auspicious time cannot be missed. If you keep making excuses, I'll force myself on you!" With that, he grabbed Tie Baobao, and with a swift movement, like a whirlwind, he stripped the plump Zhaojun of her clothes, revealing her bare, white flesh.

The plump Zhaojun, her hair disheveled, her perfume scattered, her bright eyes glistening with tears, and a faint breath emanating from her jade-like neck. Her thighs were white, smooth, and glossy; her arms, like two tender lotus roots just emerging from the water, were slippery and sweet, making one want to take a bite. Her hips and knees resembled surging waves, cascading down her legs, flowing over her broad, beautiful abdomen, swirling at her navel, and then crashing against two prominent mounds.

This breathtaking beauty of the human form instantly ignited a burning lust in Li Dazui, making his ears burn, his heart pound, and his mouth water. He roared, grasping Tie Baobao's firm, bouncy breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, then fiercely sucking on her rosy nipples, occasionally biting her snow-white flesh. Tie Baobao struggled and twisted, but to no avail. She felt her nipples harden unconsciously under Li Dazui's sucking, and at the same time, her vagina began to secrete fluid. She knew her self-respect had vanished, and helplessly twisted her delicate body, hoping to stop Li Dazui's continued assault.

Li Dazui released Pang Zhaojun, quickly shook off his clothes, and, naked, embraced Tie Baobao again. He pressed his thighs tightly against Tie Baobao's jade-like legs, preventing her lower body from twisting, while simultaneously pressing his hot glans firmly against her forced-open honey hole, using her twisting movements to rub against her vulva. The intense movement had already left Tie Baobao drenched in sweat, forcing her to give up resisting.

Taking advantage of her exhaustion, his penis slowly forced its way through Tie Baobao's vulva, inch by inch penetrating her vagina, until the hot glans pressed hard against her clitoris. Li Dazui stopped with satisfaction, quietly enjoying the pleasure of successful penetration, feeling Pang Zhaojun's warm, tight vaginal walls gripping his penis, constantly sucking and stroking it, streams of love juice gradually flowing out like a tide, making his thrusts even smoother.

Li Dazui, breathing heavily, began his final assault. He thrust wildly five or six hundred times in one breath, feeling a sudden spasm throughout his body, and released his pent-up desires onto the opening of the delicate cervix. The milky-white, cloudy semen, containing countless tiny lives, poured into Tie Baobao's uterus, which desperately needed filling, filling every inch of space, before slowly flowing back out from the cervix, down the vagina, labia, and then down her snow-white, rounded thighs, gently dripping onto the bed. Exhausted, Li Dazui released Pang Zhaojun. The combination of alcohol and fatigue caused him to quickly fall into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

The moon was low, the stars were few, and the night was still. Sometime later, Li Dazui awoke with a start. He reached out to touch the side, but couldn't find Tie Baobao's full body. He abruptly opened his eyes and looked around; indeed, Pang Zhaojun was nowhere to be seen in the bridal chamber. It was probably midnight. Where had Pang Zhaojun gone? His bride had disappeared on their wedding night; how could he explain this to his father-in-law? Li Dazui panicked, quickly got up, dressed, and went outside to search. After turning several corners of the corridor, he suddenly heard faint sounds of a man and woman laughing and joking. He calmed himself and carefully discerned the source of the sounds, recognizing it as his senior brother Shangguan Tiande's bedroom. Suspicious, Li Dazui hurriedly tiptoed to the window, moistened his little finger with saliva, and made a small crescent-shaped hole in the window paper. He peered intently—and what he saw ignited a nameless fire within him, his nostrils flaring.

In the candlelight on the large bed, he could vaguely see the red waves of the quilt and the silvery ripples of the curtains, and the playful sounds of a man and woman making love pierced his ears. Judging from the voices, the man was his senior brother Shangguan Tiande, and the woman was none other than his newlywed wife, the plump Zhaojun Tie Baobao! Looking closer, Tie Baobao resembled a drunken Yang Guifei, her white flesh exposed. She lay on the bed, her buttocks raised, revealing a bright red vulva beneath her plump, round buttocks. Her large labia were parted, and vaginal fluid flowed continuously from within. Shangguan Tiande, with his long, enormous member erect, thrust vigorously into her from behind, while his hands reached around to Tie Baobao's chest, wantonly kneading her two high, firm breasts. He teased her, saying, "Junior sister, do you think this Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) of yours is more powerful than Li Dazui's?" Tie Baobao lightly spat and retorted, "How can it compare to you, senior brother!" After a while, Shangguan Tiande said, "Come on! Let's change positions." He sat on the edge of the bed, letting Tie Baobao sit on his lap. He used his hands to separate her labia and instructed her to aim at his bright red glans and slowly insert it into her vagina. Tie Baobao did as he was told, gently twisting her buttocks to allow his penis to slide inside her vagina.

Shangguan Tiande fondled her large breasts with both hands, occasionally sucking on her nipples. Tie Baobao's buttocks writhed faster and faster, her large breasts trembling rapidly with each movement. Her face flushed, her alluring almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, her expression one of pure bliss. She quickly reached orgasm, collapsing limply into Shangguan Tiande's arms. Just as the two were lost in their passionate love, a loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open. A series of footsteps followed, and Li Dazui stood before the bed. Shangguan Tiande and Pang Zhaojun panicked for a moment, but quickly regained their composure, coldly watching Li Dazui's actions.

Li Dazui gritted his teeth, hissing, "You...you two actually dared to do this..." "What do you want?" Shangguan Tiande and Pang Zhaojun retorted aggressively. Li Dazui tried his best to suppress his anger, his voice filled with grief and indignation: "Considering that the old hero Tie cherishes talent like his own life and has treated me with immense kindness, as long as you two repent from now on, turn over a new leaf, and stop your clandestine affair, today's matter will be severed, and I... I can keep quiet about it." "Ha..." Fat Zhaojun laughed loudly, "You want me to be your wife, so I'll make you a live tortoise! A live tortoise, ha...!" Shangguan Tiande also chuckled and said, "You always consider yourself a talented man, don't you even understand the saying 'a toad wants to eat swan meat'? Get out of here and don't disturb our good time!" Li Dazui's body trembled violently, because he could no longer bear it, yet he was still enduring it.

Seeing this, Fat Zhaojun became even more audacious, laughing and lewdly, "Didn't you hear me? I told you to get out and stop interfering in our business. Li Dazui, Li Dazui, I'm not afraid of your cunning, you're only good for drinking my foot-washing water..." "You, you can't force me to take action!" Li Dazui wanted to devour them, issuing a warning, his voice still trembling.

Shangguan Tiande responded with a burst of wild laughter, "With your meager skills, you dare to say such things in front of me?" Li Dazui, usually so eloquent, was now speechless. Fat Zhaojun continued to urge him on, "Give him a lesson, let him know that the Horse King has three eyes!" Shangguan Tiande let out a long howl, leaping naked from the bed, landing beside the table, and grabbing the sword resting there. At the same time, Li Dazui remained motionless. Shangguan Tiande grinned maliciously and thrust his sword towards Li Dazui's "Zhongwan" acupoint in his abdomen.

Li Dazui raised his hand and tightly gripped the tip of the sword. Shangguan Tiande's expression changed drastically, his body trembling like a leaf, and he cried out in a trembling voice, "The Yin Wind Black Sand Palm!" The hand Li Dazui had raised, from the "Quchi" point upwards, had turned pitch black. This was Tie Wushuang's ancestral secret technique, the "Yin Wind Black Sand Palm," used to fight weapons barehanded, as easily as manipulating grass and trees! Shangguan Tiande hadn't expected his master to secretly teach this skill, which he had refused to pass on to him, to his junior brother. He had just muttered, "Master is so biased," when Li Dazui's palm, imbued with a hundredfold hatred, struck towards his face. He was utterly powerless to resist, letting out a scream before collapsing backward, clearly beyond saving. Fat Zhaojun, filled with grief and rage, jumped off the bed, her voluptuous body naked, and rushed towards Li Dazui, crying and cursing, "You dare kill him, I'll make you pay—" Before she could utter the word "life," her eyelids closed, and her soul departed. The "Yin Wind Black Sand Palm" had brought her to her end.

Li Dazui, still consumed by hatred, roared as if possessed, "I won't be satisfied until I devour you, you slut!" He then wielded his hand like a knife, actually tearing a large chunk of tender flesh from between Fat Zhaojun's firm, high breasts, tossing it into his mouth, chewing it fiercely, and swallowing it whole. Even so, it wasn't enough to quell his anger. He decided to go all the way, dragging Tie Baobao's body into the kitchen, hacking and tearing it apart, then throwing it into a pot to cook.

Meanwhile, Tianxiangtang Diling Manor was in an uproar. Two maids had discovered the bodies of Tie Baobao and Shangguan Tiande, waking everyone in the manor. Except for Tie Wushuang, who was completely drunk, everyone was searching for the murderer, following the trail of blood to the kitchen. Li Dazui was trapped inside, with no way to escape. His drunkenness had been somewhat sobered up by this ordeal, and he yelled at the crowd, "You want to arrest me and execute me? I'll go with you after I've eaten my wife's flesh!" He reached out and grabbed the human flesh from the pot, not caring about the heat, and took a big bite: "Damn, it's so sour!" A piercing scream erupted from the crowd. Seeing Li Dazui eating a person, they were all terrified, their faces ashen, and they turned and ran.

Li Dazui was initially bewildered, then it dawned on him, and he muttered to himself, "Damn, eating people can be frightening, this isn't so bad!" He picked up the human flesh and began to devour it, as if the meat had become a delicacy, and he no longer felt the sourness. The sourness could cure the hangover; after eating the human flesh, his drunkenness vanished. Li Dazui was troubled: If Tie Wushuang woke up, he would surely avenge his daughter, and wouldn't hesitate to tear him to pieces, cook him, and feed him to the dogs! Having committed the evil deed, he had nowhere left to hide in the martial world. He had no other choice but to take the only path before him—the Valley of Villains.

Having made up his mind, he strode towards the outside of the manor and shouted to the people peeking from the shadows, "Hey! Tell my father-in-law, Old Man Tie, that I've left without saying goodbye. If he misses me, have him send a letter to the Valley of Villains!" With that, he swaggered away. No one dared utter a sound; they held their breath.

He traveled day and night, under the moon and stars. From then on, the Valley of Villains had another villain.

● (II) The Valley of Villains

The Valley of Villains! This was a terrifying place that would make even children afraid to cry, and also a world-renowned ancient battlefield where many famous heroes had emerged. It was located on the western slopes of the Kunlun Mountains, with towering cliffs and rugged roads.

Noon was the only time the sun could shine into the Valley of Villains. Fortunately, the people of the Valley of Villains disliked sunlight; the less the sun shone, the better. The road into the valley was winding and undulating. At the valley entrance, a stone tablet stood abruptly by the roadside, inscribed with two lines of large characters: "Enter the Valley, Enter the Valley, Never Be Slaves Again." Inside the small tavern in the valley, the door was half-open, releasing wafts of fragrant food and wine. The tavern's hall was elegantly furnished, with only one customer seated around five or six square tables. She possessed bright eyes and white teeth, a charming smile, and captivating allure; she appeared as a young, innocent girl, but was actually a notorious female demon, known as "Neither Male nor Female," Tu Jiaojiao.

The tavern owner was short and stout, with a round, smiling face; he was none other than "Laughing Buddha" Haha'er, one of the "Ten Villains" of the Valley of Villains. After serving the food and wine, he sat down next to Tu Jiaojiao, gently stroking her slender hand resting on the table, and said with a lecherous grin, "Jiaojiao, what brings you here today?" Tu Jiaojiao gave him a flirtatious wink, "I missed you!" Haha'er laughed loudly, "Don't try to drug me! The new guy in the valley, Li Dazui, is dashing and charming, you're not thinking about him, are you?" "Li Dazui?" Tu Jiaojiao chuckled, "I'm afraid he'll swallow me whole!" She grabbed Haha'er's hand and exaggeratedly placed it on her full, high breasts, "Come on, feel it, my heart pounds just thinking about him!" Haha'er's hand, through the thin fabric of her clothes, grasped Tu Jiaojiao's elastic breasts and began to knead them vigorously. In the Valley of Villains, their secret affair was already an open secret. After a few laughs and jokes, Haha stood up, pinched Tu Jiaojiao's delicate face, and said, "Something's still cooking in the kitchen, I have to go check. Jiaojiao, there are no customers now, you go too, I have something for you." "Okay! Let me see what rare thing it is." Tu Jiaojiao also stood up, gracefully following Haha towards the kitchen, leaving behind a fragrant breeze.

"Huh! There's nothing cooking in the pot!" Entering the kitchen, Tu Jiaojiao exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you trick me into coming here? Where's my gift?" Haha walked behind her, wrapped his arms around Tu Jiaojiao, pressed his chest against her back, and took the opportunity to press his erect penis against her round buttocks, touching her through her skirt. Then, he lifted Tu Jiaojiao's skirt, and what he touched was a large clump of messy wild grass. "Oh! You're not even wearing underwear, how slutty!" Haha said, loosening his belt with his other hand and pulling out his long, thick thing. Aiming at the deep valley between Tu Jiaojiao's snowy buttocks, he thrust it in with a "whoosh." "Jiaojiao, look, the rare gift I sent has arrived!" Tu Jiaojiao suddenly felt a thick, hot rod inserted into her vagina. She quickly braced herself on the stove, bent over, and turned to him with a charming smile, saying, "So it's this thing. I've already experienced it!" As she spoke, she twisted her buttocks backward to welcome Haha's thrusts. She felt that each insertion of his penis almost touched the deepest part of her uterus, occasionally brushing against the sensitive soft flesh inside, arousing her intense pleasure.

Haha thrust harder and harder, feeling Tu Jiaojiao's labia contracting repeatedly, just like her cherry lips tightly biting the base of his penis. He thrust his abdomen up and down to meet her wanton vagina, his hands, not content with just that, plunged deep into Tu Jiaojiao's silk bodice, wantonly kneading and playing with her large, swaying breasts, until her tender nipples hardened and stood erect.

They lingered intimately for over ten minutes, and finally, at the peak of their climax, Haha'er buried his entire penis deep inside Tu Jiaojiao's vagina. As stars flashed before his eyes, his semen gushed uncontrollably, shooting deep into the heart of Tu Jiaojiao's flower. Tu Jiaojiao trembled with spasms, her fair, smooth hands desperately clinging to Haha'er, uttering a series of incoherent, ecstatic murmurs.

After the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the two straightened their clothes and were about to go out when they suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Haha, Boss Du wants you to gather at the Hall of Villains immediately, there are invaders!" The voice was intermittent, faint and fleeting, and it could only be "half-human, half-ghost" Yin Jiuyou!

The Hall of Villains was a huge, dark, and gloomy cave, covered in cobwebs and dust. When Haha'er and Tu Jiaojiao arrived, all the other villains were already there. Sitting on a tiger-skin chair in the center was a tall, thin man in a snow-white robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face pale, almost transparent like ice. He was Du Sha, the notorious leader of the villains, known for his "Bloody Hands."

The other villains varied in height and build, but the most striking was a young woman in a light green dress and a red camellia tucked behind her ear. Her alluring smile was as beautiful as a flower and as sweet as honey, yet she covered her nostrils with a handkerchief, as if to block out the stench of decay in the cave. Her name was Xiao Mimi, and she had a resounding nickname in the martial arts world: "So alluring she could kill." Even the most filial sons in the "Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars" would sell their parents for as much as she did if she bewitched them.

Du Sha waved his hand, silencing the commotion, and said, "Brothers, our Evil Valley is becoming increasingly prosperous, but many enemies are also coming to our door. We've received reports that our neighbors, the 'Seven Swords of Kunlun,' have recently sent a message to the Central Plains martial arts world, saying they will soon be launching a raid on Evil Valley. I ask you all to discuss how to deal with this." The villains shouted in unison, "Let's meet them head-on! Let's fight them!" Before Du Sha could reply, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Two men stumbled into the hall, pointing frantically outside and shouting, "They're here! They're here! The Seven Swords of Kunlun have broken in..." The ten villains roared in unison and rushed out of the Evil Valley to meet them. They were on their own territory, and together with the other villains of Evil Valley, all hated the invading enemy. They cheered them on, their momentum overwhelming, possessing all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support. Therefore, they were not afraid and chatted freely.

The Seven Swords of Kunlun—the Sky Swordsman, the Star Swordsman, the Wind and Rain Swordsman, the Thunder Swordsman, the Mist Swordsman, the Cloud Swordsman, and the Frost Swordsman—united in their hatred of the enemy, charged straight into the demon's lair. The Big Dipper Sword Formation stood like a mountain peak before the Ten Evils.

Li Dazui appeared as a strategist, pointing at the Big Dipper Sword Formation and saying, "This formation is full of hidden secrets and can defeat ten thousand men. If we attack it head-on, we will hardly win. We must attack simultaneously from above, middle, and below; left, middle, and right; and front, middle, and rear. Hey everyone, the Sky Swordsman in the center of the formation is the most skilled of the Seven Swordsmen, and his flesh must be the most delicious. Don't try to take it from me!" Xiao Mimi said disgustedly, "These seven Taoists are covered in sweat, how can you still eat them? You can have them all!" "Give it to me, I'm afraid it'll make me sick!" "It's harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself," Bai Kaixin chuckled. "Let's do as Li Dazui says. However, we need to elect one person to lead the charge and attract the Seven Swords' attention so that the others can make their move." Xiao Mimi eagerly said, "In that case, let's try my Enchanting Beauty Skill first!" With a charming smile, she faced the overwhelming killing intent and dazzling sword light, and calmly walked towards the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation. Her steps were so graceful, and her waist was so light, as if she were strolling in a leisurely garden.

The Kunlun Seven Swords were stunned: Whose girl is this? How did she end up in the Valley of Villains, on this battlefield of life and death? Xiao Mimi suddenly started dancing an enchanting dance. Her outer clothes, short skirt, and underwear... one by one, left her body and flew towards the Seven Swords. In the blink of an eye, only a flesh-red close-fitting bodice remained. Her hair was disheveled, her perfume smudged, her arms were smooth, her legs were lightly raised, and her slender waist swayed—she resembled a stunningly beautiful woman in the throes of spring, or a seductive vixen. With each graceful movement of her hands and feet, her breasts and groin were exposed. She used the signature skills of a renowned courtesan, employing the best weapons that had conquered countless men. Every aspect of her allure and figure was captivating and alluring, her radiant gaze revealing her irresistible charm.

The seven swordsmen were dumbfounded. They were all monks, adhering to the strict rules of abstinence from lust, believing that lust corrupted their conduct and damaged their spirit, and regarding lewdness as the root of all evil. They had never witnessed such blatant seduction, especially not on a battlefield amidst carnage, when two armies clashed! A chorus of "Excellent! Excellent..." filled the air as the seven swordsmen wielded their seven longswords with a whistling wind, forming a defensive barrier that prevented anyone from approaching. Everyone turned their faces away to suppress their trembling hearts. Seeing this, Li Dazui, who was watching the battle, panicked and shouted, "Oh no! Their swords are in front, but their eyes are behind us. How can we launch a sneak attack? We probably won't be able to eat this human flesh!" Tu Jiaojiao, who was standing to the side, couldn't contain herself any longer. Seeing Xiao Mimi stealing the spotlight, her jealousy was already rising. As the Seven Swordsmen turned their faces away, she gently twisted her waist and floated to stand in front of the Seven Swordsmen of Kunlun.

The Seven Swordsmen were stunned again: Where did such a gentle and beautiful woman come from? Tu Jiaojiao twisted a few times, and her modesty was nowhere to be seen. She had become a naked goddess!

In this Valley of Villains, she was like someone playing in her mother's arms, or like a lover of the mountain god, offering herself to her beloved. She flaunted her graceful figure, her jade-like skin, naturally beautiful; she flaunted her allure, her graceful movements, a masterpiece of nature. Her skin, snow-white and delicately pink, was flawless; her firm, exquisite breasts rose and fell with her dance; her balanced, curvaceous figure, smooth abdomen, long, rounded thighs, and alluring triangle were masterpieces of nature, like a secluded valley in the deep mountains, untouched by human presence, utterly serene. A

shallow stream flowed over it, sparkling and shimmering, a truly wondrous sight. The Kunlun Seven Swordsmen, their eyes dazzled by the spring scenery, hastily closed their eyes and murmured a string of "Good, good..." "Not good!" The Sky Swordsman awoke with a start, realizing he had been tricked, and cried out in alarm. He was about to order an attack, but it was too late. The Ten Villains had seized the opening in the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation, leading their numerous lesser villains to fiercely attack from above, below, left, right, front, and rear. The Seven Swordsmen's formation was thrown into disarray, their power diminished, and they fought individually, outnumbered and outmatched.

The Cloud Mist Swordsman cried out, "Brothers, break through quickly! I'll cover the rear!" He struggled to his feet, his body covered in wounds, charging left and right like a trapped beast fighting desperately. The Sky Swordsman rushed to join the Five Swordsmen—Star, Wind and Rain, Thunder and Lightning, Mist and Dew—and together they fought their way out of the valley. Their swords were broken and their weapons chipped, and they were exhausted, but they finally escaped. Looking back, the six swordsmen screamed in unison, writhing in agony: the Cloud Mist Swordsman, who hadn't yet escaped, was now a bloody mess, kicked and tossed around by the Ten Villains, a gruesome sight. The six swordsmen roared and fought their way back, snatching the dying Cloud Mist Swordsman from the chaos. Protecting each other, they slowly retreated from the Valley of Villains.

The clouds were light, the wind gentle, the moon cold, and the stars gleaming. The Valley of Villains returned to its former tranquility after the fierce battle. The righteous path of the martial world's attempt to wipe out the demon's lair had suffered its first major setback. "Gambling addict" Xuan Yuan San Guang resumed his gambling spree as always, while Haha'er and Tu Jiaojiao continued their flirtatious affair as before. No one could have imagined that an even greater storm was about to violently engulf the entire martial arts world!

● (III) Shennongjia

Just as the Valley of Villains rose to prominence in the martial arts world, another group of fierce and ruthless individuals emerged from nowhere in the Central Plains martial arts scene.

The "Twelve Constellations," previously unknown figures, suddenly appeared, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the mountains and rivers to tremble. Even top-tier masters were terrified and fell silent at the mere mention of their name. They stirred up the martial arts world, which had only managed twenty years of peace, into chaos once again.

The invincible "Demon King" of Mount Tai, who had defeated all opponents in the martial arts tournament, was found dead on the banks of the Grand Canal overnight; the unparalleled "Deadly Golden Blade" was found dead in the street in broad daylight; the "Soul-Chasing Skull," who roamed the martial arts world, died mysteriously in his secret bed in the Crouching Tiger Manor; even the "Number One Manor Under Heaven," the old master of Ouyang Manor, was massacred on a dark and windy night, his own ghostly spirit entering the underworld.

Subsequent investigations revealed that these bloodshed incidents were almost all related to the "Twelve Constellations." Who exactly are they? What was their motive for committing these heinous crimes?

North of the Three Gorges, between the Yangtze and Han Rivers, lies Shennongjia, the highest primeval forest in Central China. Legend has it that in ancient times, the Shennong clan, the Yan Emperor, tasted hundreds of herbs here to cure all diseases. Due to the steep peaks and deep ravines, he had to build scaffolds to ascend and descend to collect the herbs, hence the name "Shennongjia" (Shennongjia, meaning "God of Agriculture").

From here, one can gaze upon the vast, misty mountains, their undulating peaks stretching to the horizon; closer at hand, countless ancient trees reach for the sky, their canopies covering the earth, while a riot of flowers and grasses vie for attention; waterfalls cascade down, caves reveal their wonders, rare birds sing, and exotic beasts roam.

Several martial arts masters—Mi Shiba, Yu Boya, Lady Xiao, Han Xiangzi, and Nan Guosheng—have chosen this place to live in seclusion, detached from worldly affairs.

That morning, Ms. Xiao went alone to the main peak of Shennongjia, known as the "First Peak of Central China," to diligently practice her new "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique. After practicing for a while in that misty, legendary spot where Shennong, the ancient Chinese god, was said to have built a ladder to heaven, she sat down by a flowing spring to drink and rest. Looking at the reflection of an old woman with silver hair and a frail, hunched back in the spring, she suddenly had a strange idea: why not try the new technique and see if she could regain her youth? She quickly put on her "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique, dipped her hands into the spring, and rubbed them on her face. A miracle occurred instantly! The spring reflected a beautiful face with delicate eyebrows, radiant cheeks, and cherry-red lips, like a white lotus flower glistening with dew.

Ms. Xiao was about to smile when she suddenly frowned: although her face had become younger, her hands were still bulging with veins, and her body was wrinkled! She removed her clothes, lying naked in the spring, using a stone as a pillow. Her long, dark hair spread like clouds across the gray rocks. With her eyes slightly closed, she began to practice the "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique, her hands constantly rubbing her body. The feeling was like being caressed by a lover's hand. Gradually, her long, slender legs became rounded and supple, and her skin began to radiate youthful vitality.

Suddenly, a dog barked. A dog barking on the majestic, towering peak of Central China was already alarming, but this bark was even more unusual, possessing an eerie quality. Startled, Ms. Xiao opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow leap out of the forest, seemingly a person and a horse. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a golden monkey riding a large, white-toothed wolfhound. The wolfhound, with its tiger-like body and wolf-like snout, was twice the size of a normal dog, and constantly growled. The golden monkey, on the other hand, had fiery eyes with an inexplicable, pale green glint in its gaze, making it extremely eerie. The monkey and the dog approached the spring. The golden monkey squeaked, somersaulted on the dog's back, landed at the spring's edge, and swiftly grabbed Ms. Xiao's dress with its claws. With several

more somersaults, it flew away. Ms. Xiao, startled, jumped naked from the spring and rushed after it. But the giant dog let out a fierce roar and pounced on Ms. Xiao, its row of gleaming white teeth aimed straight for her throat. Ms. Xiao hurriedly dodged. Despite its size, the giant dog was surprisingly agile. With a swift movement of its front paws, it turned and lunged at her again, its white teeth almost touching her skin. The stench emanating from the giant dog's gaping maw was suffocating. Enraged, Lady Xiao unleashed a powerful double palm strike, a thunderous strike aimed at the giant dog's skull. As the dog leaped away, she simultaneously kicked out with her left leg (like a whirlwind breaking a tree) and her right leg (like

an iron ox plowing the ground). The dog was struck in the jaw, rolling on the ground, howling incessantly. With a whoosh, the golden monkey, its dress already hanging high in the treetops, leaped down and pounced on Lady Xiao, its claws flashing like lightning, aiming straight for her eyes. Lady Xiao quickly deflected the monkey's claws with her Wind-Shielding Immortal Palm, followed by a series of attacks: Immortal Pointing the Way, Divine Mirror Reflection, Little Demon Slaying Demon… The golden monkey moved with incredible agility and speed, its attacks missing its mark, yet its gleaming golden claws remained within three inches of Lady Xiao's eyes. Enraged, Lady Xiao regretted forgetting to bring her magic jade flute. Seeing that she couldn't defeat the two beasts with her bare hands, she had a sudden inspiration. Despite being naked, she unleashed a powerful strike, "Thunderbolt Landing," and fell flat on her back.

The giant dog and golden monkey, seeing her lying down like Sleeping Beauty instead of attacking, were puzzled and their attacks slowed. In a flash, Lady Xiao reached out and grabbed handfuls of dirt and grass. With a flick of her wrist, a shower of silver and golden raindrops rained down, like a giant net, engulfing the two beasts. Though the giant dog was ferocious and the golden monkey intelligent, they were still beasts and couldn't evade Lady Xiao's deadly, casually thrown weapon. The giant dog howled in agony, the golden monkey groaned, and they fled in pain.

Ms. Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and leaped up, intending to climb a tree and retrieve her dress. However, a lewd, strange laugh suddenly sounded behind her: "Heh...what a picture of the Goddess of Wushan bathing!" She quickly turned and jumped into the spring, only her head above water, and stared intently—eight figures leaped out from behind the rocks and stood at the spring's edge. The first figure was thin, wearing a shimmering gold robe, with prominent cheekbones and sharp jaws, fiery eyes, and a smile that stretched almost to his ears; he resembled a monkey more than a human.

The second figure had a fat head and large ears, two protruding currant-colored eyes, a lewd, flat nose, a protruding chin, and a tongue retracted between two fangs—he looked exactly like the giant dog's twin brother. The remaining six were all dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloths, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes.

"Who are you?" Ms. Xiao asked. The fat, dark-skinned man chuckled, "So you don't know the great name of our 'Twelve Constellations'? The Fruit Offering Lord and the Welcoming Lord are us..." Lady Xiao shook her head. She'd never heard of the "Twelve Constellations," but judging from the eight men's sinister demeanor, they were clearly not benevolent. The Fruit Offering Lord and the Welcoming Lord were fixated on the spring water, where beautiful, alluring bodies were faintly visible: two firm, jade-like breasts, rosy nipples, rounded, long thighs, and a lush, fragrant valley... "Get out of here, you shameless scoundrels!" Lady Xiao shouted.

The Fruit Offering Lord cackled, "Little lady, come on up and play with us brothers. The experience will be unforgettable! Heh..." The Welcoming Lord, drooling, lewdly said, "The little beauty is shy. Come, let's serve her!" With that, he stepped into the spring water. The others, not to be outdone, jumped in with grins. With nowhere to retreat or hide, Lady Xiao watched helplessly as eight men, sixteen hands, were about to touch her full, fair, and soft body. Forgetting all shame, she leaped ashore. Seeing her naked, eight mouths grinned uncontrollably, sixteen lustful eyes blazing with desire. Suddenly, Lady Xiao's arm shot out, snapping off a tree branch. With a flick of her wrist, it resembled a silver whip, its cold light and murderous aura blazing. She unleashed a powerful "Wild Wind Breaks the Tree" attack, gathering all her inner strength, a killing intent bursting forth from the chilling light. The

Fruit Offering Lord shouted, "Well done, 'Flying Flowers Everywhere,' indeed quite skilled!" Eight black figures soared into the sky, then pounced on Lady Xiao. Individually, their martial arts might not be considered top-tier, but the eight of them, having shared life and death for so long, had developed a formidable combined attack technique. Now that the attack was unleashed, Lady Xiao was immediately thrown into disarray. Adding to her embarrassment, she hadn't brought her signature Jade Flute, and being naked before the men, she was understandably embarrassed, already at a psychological disadvantage.

Seeing this, the Welcoming Lord roared, "Eight Directions of Majesty!" Eight men attacked simultaneously from all directions. Even with Lady Xiao's exceptional skill and experience, she couldn't simultaneously deflect the attacks from all sides. She felt a sharp, numb pain in her left shoulder acupoint, and before she could even cry out, she collapsed limply to the ground.

Watching helplessly as eight lecherous wolves surrounded her, Lady Xiao's heart ached. She never imagined that at nearly a hundred years old, she would fall into the hands of these scoundrels. "Fine," she thought, "I'd rather die than suffer such humiliation." Lady Xiao's eyes widened, and she was about to bite her tongue to commit suicide when suddenly she heard several earth-shattering roars, like a bolt from the blue. In the blink of an eye, four old men appeared, their toes barely touching the treetops as they soared through the air like thunder

gods descending from the heavens. Needless to say, it was Mi Shiba, Yu Boya, Han Xiangzi, and Nan Guosheng who had arrived at the last moment! It turned out that they had discovered early that Lady Xiao was missing, and noticing she had forgotten her protective jade flute, they feared she might be harmed by the strange beasts of the deep mountains and forests, and also wanted to witness her new "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique. Thus, they had come together to search for her, and by sheer coincidence, rescued Lady Xiao.

The eight men were utterly stunned by the four old men's furious roar. These seemingly frail and senile old men showed no signs of age; their lightness of movement alone revealed their considerable inner strength. In a moment of hesitation, the four old men were already beside them, and with a few loud bangs, the four men in black had vanished, their souls flying away to report to the underworld. The Fruit Offering Lord and the Guest Welcoming Lord, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, were utterly horrified. They quickly exchanged a glance, whistled twice, and simultaneously pulled out several items from their bodies, throwing them out. Taking advantage of their opponents' retreat to deal with the hidden weapons, they turned and leaped away, disappearing without a trace.

The four old men dodged the hidden weapons, and when they turned to look closely, not only had the enemies vanished, but even Lady Xiao had disappeared. They were greatly surprised. "I'm here!" came Lady Xiao's voice from behind. The four old men looked in the direction of the voice and immediately burst into laughter. It turned out that Lady Xiao had taken advantage of their battle to hide in the spring to conceal her naked and embarrassing state. Mi Shiba teased, "Sister Xiao, how about your old brother gives you a back rub?" Lady Xiao scolded, "Shut up! Quickly get me the dress from that treetop." Yu Boya hurriedly leaped to the treetop, took down the dress, and placed it by the spring.

Lady Xiao shouted again, "Turn around, all of you!" Han Xiangzi laughed and praised, "I only realized today that Sister Xiao has such a graceful and charming appearance. It's truly wonderful!" Nan Guosheng muttered, "Sister Xiao is so biased. Others can see, but we aren't allowed to feast our eyes." Yu Boya got angry and roared, "Close your eyes! Don't look at my Sister Xiao! Anyone who dares to open their eyes and peek will have their eyes gouged out!" The three old men dared not disobey and obediently turned around. Yu Boya also consciously closed his eyes. Then Lady Xiao hurriedly put on her clothes and suddenly shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and chase after her!" On the same night that Lady Xiao was attacked on the main peak of Shennongjia, in the small town of Lijiaji on the edge of Shennongjia, two hundred miles away, a dark figure leaped high and low, flying over rooftops, and finally disappeared into the mansion of the wealthy Wang in the east of the town, flying into the boudoir of the young lady Sai Diaochan.

A moment later, the lights in the room came on, revealing a masked man whose eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, were barely visible. He lifted the gauze curtain, and the sleeping beauty inside instantly ignited his lust. She was so beautiful: her black temples were like raven feathers, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her lips were delicate, her almond eyes were bright, her nose was like a delicate flower, her face was rosy and radiant, as beautiful as peach blossoms and plums, her body was like a flower, her hands were like scallion branches, she was truly enchanting and captivating, graceful and alluring. Forget about the beauty of Chu maidens or the delicate features of Xi Shi, she was a celestial maiden descended from the heavens, Chang'e from the moon.

The masked man quickly transformed into a madman, like a whirlwind, and in no time stripped away the cloth covering her like Diao Chan. Then, he also took off his clothes and pounced naked on the snow-white body of the young woman. Sai Diaochan awoke with a start, struggling in vain to push away the masked man pressing down on her. However, her resistance only fueled his ferocity.

With a "whoosh," his engorged penis slammed into her vagina, forcing her to let out a series of agonizing moans. The tearing sensation in her vagina assaulted every nerve; she felt as if a red-hot baseball bat was being plunged into her lower body, relentlessly churning her internal organs. She gasped, her mouth agape in agony. Ignoring her cries, the masked man gripped her breasts, using the force to thrust his penis even deeper into her womb. His lower abdomen slapped against her buttocks, creating a symphony of the most lewd and obscene penetration, a soundscape that, combined with Sai Diaochan's moans, was almost heavenly.

As he thrust in and out, the masked man secretly praised Sai Diaochan's exceptionally tight vagina. The mere insertion was incredibly pleasurable; the inner flesh coiled around his penis, gripping and sucking, causing him intense pleasure. For an ordinary man, ejaculation upon penetration wouldn't be surprising. The masked man thrust wildly five or six hundred times, reaching a satisfying climax before plunging deep into Sai Diaochan's vagina, releasing his pent-up desire at her delicate, opening cervix. His milky-white, cloudy semen, teeming with countless tiny lives, filled Sai Diaochan's desperately needing uterus, filling every inch of space before slowly flowing back out, down her vagina, labia, and down her snow-white thighs to the ground. Sai Diaochan's hands were still weakly resisting; instinctively, she touched the dragon tattooed on the masked man's body. This was a dragon demon!

In the dead of night, Wei Wuya, dressed in black, stealthily entered the mansion of the wealthy Wang. He was originally the head steward of Yuquan Manor, known as the "Number One Manor Under Heaven," and also the Toothless Lord among the "Twelve Constellations." He was the inside manor's accomplice in the destruction of Yuquan Manor, working in concert with those inside. A few days ago, he received orders to come to Lijiaji in the Shennongjia region to meet the Fruit Offering Lord and the Guest Welcoming Lord. Having nothing to do that day, he decided to play the role of a flower thief and have some fun in the boudoir of the renowned beauty, Sai Diaochan.

Wei Wuya arrived at Sai Diaochan's boudoir window and suddenly sensed something amiss. He licked a hole in the window paper with his tongue and squinted one eye to look. What he saw ignited a nameless fire within him, threatening to spread. He saw a naked man wantonly humiliating Sai Diaochan, whose beautiful eyes were wide open, blazing with rage, yet her limbs were powerless to resist.

Wei Wuya, unable to contain himself any longer, kicked open the wooden door and rushed inside. But then he froze, not daring to approach, not even daring to turn and run, even though the dragon demon, in the midst of his lustful rage, only glanced at him. But that single glance—a glance through a masked face, revealing only two small holes for his eyes—was enough for Wei Wuya to recognize him as the Bloodless Dragon Demon, the King of the Twelve Constellations, known as the "Head of the Four Spirits"!

The Bloodless Dragon Demon always appeared as a masked figure, even during the gatherings of the Twelve Constellations, when he issued commands. Among the Twelve Constellations, he and the other ten had absolute obedience to the Bloodless Dragon Demon, even to the point of blind obedience. Because their combined power probably couldn't match his. The Bloodless Dragon Demon suddenly asked casually, "Aren't you happy?" His voice was booming like a bell, yet somewhat grating.

Wei Wuya quickly shook his head, his head bobbing like a rattle-drum. The Bloodless Dragon Demon calmly put on his clothes, casually grabbed a blanket to cover Sai Diaochan's alabaster-white body, and suddenly smiled, saying, "It seems you're unhappy because you're silent. I think you still want to kill me, don't you?" Sai Diaochan remained as cold as ice, not uttering a word. It turned out that Wei Wuya had been completely deluding himself; the Bloodless Dragon Demon's first question wasn't directed at him. Now that he understood, Wei Wuya's heart pounded. "If this beauty doesn't answer soon, she'll perish!" With a wave of his hand, the Bloodless Dragon Demon tossed out a small, glittering golden cylinder with a "clang," which landed in front of Sai Diaochan.

"Ah!" Wei Wuyuan exclaimed in shock, "The Heaven-Slaying, Earth-Destroying, Bone-Piercing Heart-Piercing Needle!" The Bloodless Dragon Demon slowly turned around, his back to Sai Diaochan, and said, "This is the number one hidden weapon in the world. If you want to kill me, then do it! I can't let you have your fun, so let me die by your hand!" He laughed loudly, without turning around, displaying a generous and magnanimous attitude as if he were welcoming death. Sai Diaochan sat there coldly, like a mute.

"You don't believe me?" The Bloodless Dragon Demon paused, then instructed Wei Wuya beside him, "You know your stuff, tell her!" Wei Wuya dared not disobey, and stepped forward, pointing to the small golden cylinder, saying, "This Heaven-Shattering, Earth-Destroying, Bone-Piercing, Heart-Piercing Needle is no thicker than a pen tube, yet it contains three hundred and sixty silver needles as thin as cow's hair, each soaked in deadly poison.

Once the cap is opened and the mechanism is activated, a volley of silver needles will shoot out, covering the sky and dense as a rainstorm, impossible for anyone to dodge. If struck, they will pierce the flesh and go straight to the bone marrow, instantly killing the victim." "What a powerful hidden weapon! What a vicious hidden weapon!" Sai Diaochan exclaimed inwardly, involuntarily shivering. She really wanted to reach out and grab the small cylinder in front of her, shooting all the silver needles inside at the Bloodless Dragon Demon. But she restrained herself.

"Ha..." The Bloodless Dragon Demon suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. "Alright, you didn't make a move. It seems you still can't bear to kill me. Let me tell you, what he said earlier was absolutely true, but he doesn't know that there is one exception in this world, and that is me." With that, he flicked his toe, and the small cylinder flew up from the ground. He caught it with one hand, and with the other hand, he tore open his robe, pointed the cylinder at his exposed chest, pulled off the cap, and pressed the mechanism. "Pfft—" A spray of silver needles as fine as ox awns shot out. "Ah!" "Ah!" Sai Diaochan and Wei Wuya exclaimed simultaneously. Sai Diaochan was greatly surprised, while Wei Wuya was terrified to the point of losing his soul upon seeing the "Head of the Four Spirits" commit suicide.

However, nothing happened. The Bloodless Dragon Demon neither suffered from festering flesh nor died on the spot, nor did he experience the slightest pain; he remained completely unaffected. The spray of silver needles that had been shot at him actually adhered to the skin on his chest, like a layer of dust, as if it were an impenetrable wall. Even more miraculously, his chest muscles contracted and expanded, and the cluster of silver needles was ejected, shooting towards a bluestone pavement at Wei Wuya's feet. A series of clanging sounds followed as the needles pierced the stone, leaving behind a dense network of tiny, needle-like holes.

Sai Diaochan stared in disbelief. Wei Wuya was drenched in cold sweat, his front and back collars completely soaked. "Ha..." The Bloodless Dragon Demon laughed triumphantly again: "Since I possess these poisonous hidden weapons, I naturally have ways to neutralize and defend against them. I can injure others, but how can others injure me!" Suddenly, his smile vanished, and a sharp light flashed from the two small holes in his mask. Wei Wuya heard his secret telepathic command: "Wuya-jun, quickly go and meet Xianguo-jun and Yingke-jun. Tomorrow I will go to Jiugong Mountain to test the 'Yihua Jieyu' divine skill of Yihua Palace, to see if they can stop my grand plan to dominate the martial arts world!"

● (IV) Yihua Palace

Jiugong Mountain in Hubei Province is a steep and deep mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles, with nine distinct peaks and valleys,

each vying for attention with its verdant greenery. Historical records indicate that nine brothers of the Later Jin Dynasty sought refuge here and built nine palaces: Hunyuan Palace, Bagua Palace, Qinglong Palace, Baihu Palace, Doumu Palace, Wuwei Palace, Sanqing Palace, Qizhen Palace, and Yihua Palace in Xiuyu Valley, hence the mountain's name, Jiugong Mountain (Nine Palaces Mountain).

The vicissitudes of history and the ravages of war reduced these magnificent stone archways and jade palaces to ancient ruins. In the fourteenth year of the Chunxi reign of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Taoist master Zhang Daoqing rebuilt the nine palaces here, renaming only Yihua Palace to Qintian Ruiqing Palace, making it a renowned Taoist holy site. Today, the decommissioned Yihua Palace has been restored and is inhabited by the two palace masters, Yaoyue and Lianxing, while the other palaces have fallen into ruin, existing only in name.

The Embroidered Jade Valley, where the Flower Palace is located, is filled with flowers: peonies, roses, plums, orchids, chrysanthemums, datura, night-blooming jasmine, tulips, as well as roses, jasmine, osmanthus, crabapples, geraniums, and wild apples… These flowers, which shouldn't bloom in the same place, much less at the same time, are all blooming here now. Anyone who comes to the Embroidered Jade Valley will be intoxicated by this sea of flowers, forgetting their worries, forgetting the dangers, forgetting everything. But this is also the most mysterious and dangerous place in the world!

The palaces of Palace Mistress Yaoyue and Palace Mistress Lianxing are the most beautiful and magnificent buildings in the entire Flower Palace, embraced by hundreds of flowers, like a fairyland. Especially after nightfall, the soft light cast by hundreds of palace lanterns is dazzling and elegant, as enchanting as a mellow wine.

Palace Mistress Yaoyue's bedroom, at the deepest part of the palace, is luxurious and noble, yet filled with the sensual atmosphere of a woman. Upon entering the bedroom, the first thing that catches the eye is an elegant screen inlaid with jade depicting a concubine bathing, while on the walls on either side hang even more alluring and provocative Tang Dynasty erotic paintings. Behind the screen lies a spacious area, with flickering candlelight creating a romantic and warm atmosphere. In the center is a soft and comfortable jade bed, and to the left is the dressing table of the Palace Mistress of Inviting the Moon, filled with various rouges and powders, their fragrance permeating the air.

At this moment, the Palace Mistress of Inviting the Moon lies on the large and comfortable jade bed, lost in thought about something. She is dressed in white, her hair flowing like clouds, her figure graceful and elegant. She seems to possess an innate, irresistible magic, forever aloof and unapproachable. After a while, she sways her slender waist, turns over, and the silk skirt covering her graceful body rolls lightly in a wave, revealing her tender white legs beneath the hem.

The Yihua Palace has never accepted male disciples, and the exceptionally skilled Palace Master Yaoyue naturally looked down on ordinary heroes of the martial world. However, she was, after all, in the prime of her youth, yearning for the romantic love between a man and a woman. In her mind, she fantasized about roaming the martial world with her ideal handsome man, laughing at life's ups and downs. The mature and beautiful virgin was filled with fantasies, her heart pounded, her smooth cheeks flushed, and a hint of spring was emerging. As she thought about it, Palace Master Yaoyue's breathing gradually became rough, her firm and full breasts heaved, her heart pounded like a deer, and she felt a tingling sensation in her untouched valley. She couldn't help but slip her slender hand into her undergarments, caressing the lush, mound-like mons pubis.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and images of men and women making love and the intoxicating pleasure that captivated her kept flashing through her mind, making her peach blossom cave feel even more itchy. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as she pressed her hand more forcefully against the soft, full mound of flesh. A blush spread across her naturally beautiful face, a rosy hue blooming on her jade-like cheeks.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a slightly childish voice called from the doorway. Judging by the voice alone, anyone would assume the visitor was a young girl, still innocent and charming. But the person standing at the door was a woman whose age was impossible to discern. She wore a cloud-like brocade palace gown, its long skirt reaching the ground, her long hair flowing over her shoulders like drifting clouds. Her face was sweeter than spring flowers, and her lively eyes shone with an indescribable wisdom. But this peerless beauty was born disabled; even the flowing sleeves and floor-length skirt could not conceal the deformity of her left hand and left foot.

"Lianxing, you've come," said the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue, lazily sitting up from the jade bed. Her hand was still inside her undergarments, and through the thin fabric, a damp liquid seemed to be flowing from her vulva.

"Sister, you look so lonely! How about I help you relax?" A smile played on Lianxing Palace Mistress's lips as she approached the jade bed and sat down. She opened her mouth and took Yaoyue Palace Mistress's earlobe into her mouth, her delicate tongue carefully licking the edge of the earlobe before kissing her way down her neck.

Yaoyue Palace Mistress's palace dress had somehow come undone, revealing her snow-white body. Lianxing Palace Mistress's fragrant lips lingered on Yaoyue's high, firm breasts, then suddenly she opened her mouth and bit down on the nipple, her tongue licking the tip repeatedly. Yaoyue Palace Mistress's nipple hardened almost instantly. She relaxed, comfortably enjoying her sister's ministrations, feeling the little serpent circling her firm breasts several times before slowly moving to her navel, like a clear spring, gracefully playing in the water, then continuing downwards, skimming over her flat abdomen, and disappearing into the lush, grassy valley.

Now, Palace Mistress Lianxing knelt between her sister's wide-open legs, her eyes fixed on her sister's slightly raised mons pubis, where the pubic hair wasn't fully curled, forming a beautiful inverted triangle. She saw the pink clitoris peeking out from between her labia, and a few short pubic hairs still growing on her full labia majora. Palace Mistress Lianxing lowered her head, slowly bringing her fragrant lips closer, and carefully licking her sister's genitals with her tongue. She first meticulously licked around the vulva, then parted Palace Mistress Yaoyue's petals, her tongue probing into the honeyed depths. "Ah..." The extremely sensitive petals were stimulated, causing Palace Mistress Yaoyue's suppressed moans to gradually escape from between her teeth. As her younger sister licked around the engorged bud, she felt waves of intense pleasure. This pleasure was so strong that the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue's mind went blank. Her vagina was already very wet, and her sister's movements became even more intense as she became fully aroused. She gently bit her labia majora with her teeth, which made the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue cry out loudly.

Finally, the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue leaped up and embraced her sister's slender body. With a few soft rustling sounds, their clothes fell one by one to the side of the jade bed. The two naked and beautiful bodies rolled on the bed, their four jade breasts facing each other, their two fragrant tongues intertwined. One body was perfectly proportioned and exquisitely curved, the other full, white, and sensual. The two bodies, of the same sex but different shapes, resembled mating grasshoppers. Yaoyue lay on Lianxing's snow-white body, her lower body writhing. Their vulvas faced each other, their openings joined, swaying up and down, left and right. Their labia were perfectly aligned, Yaoyue's large labia opening and closing, sucking Lianxing's small labia completely inside, as if biting her clitoris tightly with teeth.

"Ah! Good sister! Tsk tsk... Oh... Oh... I can't take it anymore." This was Lianxing's moan. Then came another round of swaying and grinding, and a fountain of pleasure surged from her jade cave. "Ah! Good sister... I've lost it too..." Yaoyue also cried out. They both felt a sense of ethereal bliss. The "mirror grinding" gave them a taste of desire they had never experienced before. A blush spread across their naturally beautiful faces, a spring-like beauty blooming on their jade cheeks.

Just then, a hurried shout came from outside: "Palace Mistress, an enemy has invaded Embroidered Jade Valley!" Upon hearing this, Palace Mistress Yaoyue quickly jumped off her jade bed, hurriedly dressed, and said to Lianxing, "I'll go out and meet the enemy first, you come quickly after me!" With that, she rushed out of the bedroom like a gust of wind. At the

entrance of Embroidered Jade Valley, Palace Mistress Yaoyue appeared like a fairy riding the wind, her robes fluttering. Upon seeing her appear, two lightly dressed girls holding long swords leaped out from the flower bushes. They both wore brightly colored flower crowns on their heads, their faces more beautiful than the flowers themselves. However, these beautiful faces were devoid of any expression or color, appearing as if sculpted from ice and snow. They stood respectfully with their hands at their sides, saying in a respectful voice, "Great Palace Mistress..." They were Tie Pinggu and Hua Yuenü, maids from the Yihua Palace. The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue coldly asked, "Who dares to trespass into the Yihua Palace?" Her voice was so ethereal, so elusive, so cold and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine, yet also so gentle and beautiful. No one in the world could ever forget that voice.

The earth and sky seemed to fill with murderous intent and chilling cold because of this simple sentence; the bright moon in the sky seemed to lose its color because of this sentence. No one answered. The Palace Mistress of the Inviting Moon Palace snorted coldly, and suddenly waved her long sleeves, unleashing a deadly divine skill. Chrysanthemums, peonies, roses, datura, night-blooming jasmine, geraniums... all kinds of flowers were like flies, fluttering and scattering wildly as she fanned them with her long sleeves. Countless flowers spun in the air, their murderous aura blazing, any one of them enough to kill. All the flowers shot towards one end of Embroidered Jade Valley, where a masked figure, dressed in black with only his two eyes burning like will-o'-the-wisps, was hidden. Seeing the flowers raining down on him like locusts, the masked figure clapped his hands, and instantly his body was filled with steaming heat. The flowers that touched the white vapor fell like a sudden rain, scattering to the ground; the murderous aura that collided with the white vapor dispersed and disappeared like clouds meeting the wind.

Seeing that her opponent had managed to neutralize her divine skill, Palace Mistress Yaoyue exclaimed, "What a magnificent move, the Sea-Suppressing and Flow-Intercepting Technique! It's truly an eye-opener. In the martial world, only the peerless hero Yan Nantian possesses such skill. Could you perhaps be Hero Yan?" The masked man brandished a unique weapon with a clang, shaped like a golden dragon with two horns extending to its sides. From its open mouth, a jade-green tongue protruded. A mountain wind blew, and the sound resembled a dragon's roar, a chilling killing intent emanating from all directions. Palace Mistress Yaoyue was startled and shouted, "You are not Yan Nantian!" Yan Nantian wielded only a sword, never using or even deigning to use other weapons, much less relying on a unique weapon to defeat others.

The masked man grinned maliciously, about to swing the golden dragon whip. Suddenly, a shout rang out: "Sister, be careful! The Nine-Appearance Divine Dragon, a Demon's Sorrow!" It was Palace Mistress Lianxing who had arrived.

The masked man looked at her and asked, "Are you the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace? I didn't expect you to recognize this item. Do you know its origin?" Palace Master Lianxing smiled faintly and spoke eloquently, as if reciting a familiar story: "Your Golden Dragon Whip is extraordinary. It's a weapon with nine wondrous uses. Its entire body is covered in reverse scales, which can not only stick to weapons but also attach hidden weapons. Its dragon horns are designed to counter the soft weapons of various famous sects. Its dragon tongue extends straight out to strike pressure points. Its open dragon mouth can bite blades. In addition, its dragon eyes are lightning-fast weapons, and from its dragon mouth, it can shoot out thirteen 'Midnight Heart-Searching Nails,' which are lethal upon contact with blood, and no more than midday. When necessary, all its dragon scales can also be launched. If one doesn't know the details of this weapon, even a god would find it hard to dodge." The masked man was dumbfounded, never expecting that Palace Master Lianxing would be so familiar with this unique weapon that had been lost for so long.

Palace Mistress Yaoyue was also surprised: "In the entire world, there are only two of these weapons, and both have been extinct for a long time. Who exactly are you? I'm very interested in your identity!" Palace Mistress Lianxing added, "I'd love to see your face!" The masked man was initially somewhat alarmed, then suddenly shouted, "I am the Bloodless Dragon Demon, who never changes my name or surname!" At the same time, the masked man brandished his golden dragon whip, and a gust of wind suddenly arose. "Whoosh..." Thirteen "Midnight Heart-Questioning Nails" shot out. "Swish..." Countless dragon scales splashed in a fan shape. Palace Mistress Yaoyue and Palace Mistress Lianxing waved their long sleeves in unison, like two phoenixes dancing, adding countless stars to the soft moonlight. All the hidden weapons disappeared without a trace in an instant, like meteors passing by. However, the masked man had also taken the opportunity to vanish! The sky and earth

were quiet, and there was no trace of anyone. The Palace Mistress Lianxing gritted her teeth in hatred: "What a pity that scoundrel got away!" The Palace Mistress Yaoyue said coldly: "He can't escape. That guy's skill is on par with ours. As long as he appears in the martial world, we will definitely be able to find out his whereabouts."

● (V) The Rat Hole

Wei Wuya walked into Xiuyu Valley with ease.

Yuquan Manor and Yihua Palace were neighbors. When Wei Wuya was the head steward of Yuquan Manor, he often dealt with Yihua Palace and knew the two palace mistresses. Although Yuquan Manor no longer exists, it is only natural for old friends to visit each other. Moreover, Wei Wuya has always coveted the two palace mistresses. In front of him was a sea of flowers, all of which should not have bloomed in the same place or at the same time, but were blooming in full bloom, delicate and bright. But where were the two palace mistresses?

Suddenly, the laughter of two women sounded behind him, like the chirping of orioles and swallows. Wei Wuyuan turned around and saw on the hillside behind him, four towering ancient trees resembled two swing sets, and two women were swinging on them, laughing and joking. One swung like a butterfly flitting among flowers, the other like a phoenix facing the sun; one swung like a nightingale playing on branches, the other like a moth skimming leaves. Truly, their emerald sleeves concealed spring, their silk skirts fluttered, their movements graceful and elegant, their bearing exquisite.

These two women were none other than the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue Palace and the Palace Mistress of Lianxing Palace. Below, two other maidens in light veils watched and served them. While swinging on the swing, Palace Mistress Lianxing said, "Sister, look! Where did this stinky man come from? Doesn't he know that Yihua Palace is a forbidden place for men?" Palace Mistress Yaoyue continued swinging, replying expressionlessly, "That stinky man looks like the stinky steward from Yuquan Manor. We live on the same mountain, so we're neighbors. I'll let him go." With that, she pushed off the swing, executing a risky "willow-breaking and willow-climbing" move, her cold voice following, "Wei Wuya, I'm sparing your life because you're a neighbor. If you don't leave now, after I finish swinging, you might not be able to leave even if you want to!" "Ha..." Wei Wuya burst into wild laughter. He had long been infatuated with the Yaoyue and Lianxing sisters, regarding them as idols hidden in his heart, and longing to possess these two beauties. But these two sisters had never even given him a second glance, completely disregarding him. Now, he had to seize the opportunity to make his intentions clear.

"Why must you be angry, Palace Master? I, Wei Wuya, am not an unknown figure in the martial world. Associating with you would not disgrace the name of the Yihua Palace..." Wei Wuya hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly heard two sharp slaps across his face. Wei Wuya's vision blurred, and his cheeks burned with pain. He touched them and felt ten finger marks, each carrying a faint fragrance. "Damn it, you..." Wei Wuya opened his mouth to curse. A dignified man, slapped by a woman—it was the greatest shame of his life. But he swallowed his words, unsure who to curse: Palace Master Lianxing was still swinging leisurely on the swing, and Palace Master Yaoyue was performing a somersault in mid-air with her "Touching Stars and Plucking the Moon" move, as if they had never left the swing.

Who had slapped him? Was someone else behind him? Wei Wuya lightly touched the ground with his toes, spun around a few times, and took in the surrounding scenery, confirming that apart from himself and the two palace masters, there was no other living creature hiding there. He could conclude that the one who slapped him must have been the two palace masters; only they could be so fast that even a top-tier expert like him couldn't see clearly.

Wei Wuya was instantly enraged, his eyes blazing with fury, but he quickly calmed down and coldly said, "The two palace masters possess unparalleled skills, which I admire wholeheartedly. However, returning a favor is human nature, but repaying kindness with enmity is something a gentleman does not do. You should know that there are always higher levels to reach, and even those insignificant Twelve Constellations are not to be trifled with!" At this point, his tone had become a blatant threat.

On the swing set, Palace Mistress Lianxing heard every word clearly and shouted again, "Sister, did you hear that? One stinky man isn't enough for him, he even has this 'Twelve Constellations,' a rather novel name, but somehow, it seems to have a stench too!" Palace Mistress Yaoyue's swing slowly descended from the air as she spoke, "Dead chickens and stupid oxen, hungry rabbits and mad dogs, poisonous snakes and mad monkeys, sick pigs and thin sheep, and even vicious tigers and inferior horses—all stupid beasts, how can they not stink? Just look at this plague rat in front of me, it's disgusting enough." Wei Wuya trembled with rage, his right hand rising to grab the invincible Ruyi Soul-Reaping Ring.

But before he could make a move, "Slap..." a series of slaps followed, his cheeks burning and slashing like they were being cut, finger marks overlapping, blood gushing from his nostrils and mouth. The last slap was the most powerful, "Slap!" His eight-foot-tall body flew out. However, this time he saw clearly that it was Palace Mistress Yaoyue who had struck him! In his rage, he no longer cared about showing mercy to the beautiful woman. He leaped up with a "carp leaping up" and threw the Ruyi Soul-Snatching Ring in his hand with hatred in his hand, which flew straight towards the beautiful face of the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue Palace.

A chilling aura filled the air, and the wind whistled. The Ruyi Soul-Reaping Circle, shifting left and right, seemingly square yet round, gleamed with a dazzling cold light, its afterimages overlapping like ripples, engulfing the entire area and enveloping Palace Master Yaoyue. Palace Master Yaoyue's lips curled into a cold smile, and she clapped her hands together, giving it a gentle push. Strangely enough, the Ruyi Soul-Reaping Circle, along with its rings of poison, suddenly turned and veered towards its master, Wei Wuya! "The Shifting Flower and Grafting Divine Skill!" Wei Wuya knew the mechanism of the circle well; how could he dare to reach out and catch it? In a panic, he performed the Eighteen Rolls on the Ground, dodging the Ruyi Soul-Reaping Circle, and then leaped and bounded away, covering his head and fleeing. The two sisters, Yaoyue and Lianxing, did not pursue him, but simply sent him off with a burst of laughter, their sweet and melodious laughter still like the chirping of orioles and swallows.

Wei Wuya escaped from Embroidered Jade Valley. Passing through the forest, a mountain wall appeared before him, like a screen separating heaven and earth. The mountainside was covered with tangled vines, completely obscuring the color of the rocks. He parted a patch of vines, the densest of which was mostly withered, revealing a dark cave. It looked worse than a dog hole, but Wei Wuya plunged inside.

After walking several dozen steps, he turned left, and the dark, narrow cave suddenly opened up into a passageway. The passageway was lined with smooth, white, jade-like stones, and a faint light shone from the ceiling, though its location was unclear. A row of footprints marked the ground, spaced three feet apart—even if drawn with a ruler, they wouldn't be so regular and orderly.

Wei Wuya moved with his unique gait; only he knew how far to step. If anyone else had made a wrong move, this passageway would have at least a dozen traps, each one deadly. This was his carefully constructed secret residence, unknown to all of the "Twelve Constellations" except for the leader of the Four Spirits. Beyond the passageway lay the center of the cave. At the head of the room was a very large stone chair, carved from a single piece of stone. Though stone, it was more lustrous than jade, without a single blemish. The cave's chilling atmosphere was biting, but sitting on this chair instantly brought a feeling of warmth.

However, Wei Wuya didn't sit on the chair. Instead, he picked up a dark green short sword from the weapon rack beside him and drew it with a "whoosh." The sword was seventeen inches long, seemingly without luster at first glance, but upon closer inspection, its chilling aura was palpable, making it difficult to even open one's eyes.

Holding the sword in his right hand and stepping forward with his left foot, Wei Wuya unleashed a move called "The Phoenix Arrives," the sword flashing like a bolt of lightning as it slashed down at the stone chair. He had concentrated all his inner strength and rage into his wrist. Even if this sword were a weapon capable of cutting through gold and jade, or even if he were holding only a bamboo sword, this strike would be enough to shatter stone into dust! With a clang, sparks flew, and the large stone chair was cleaved in two by the sword!

Wei Wuya's pent-up anger was finally released. He stared at the shattered jade chair, sighed softly, and gently stroked the sword's spine with his fingertips, lost in thought for a long time. That melodious laughter echoed in his ears again, and those two beautiful faces flickered before his eyes. The more unattainable something was, the more he desired it. Although the main cave, resembling a palace, was surrounded by smaller chambers arranged like a honeycomb, each containing a soft, comfortable bed, he had no desire to lie down in them.

He slipped and darted through a narrow stone doorway into another stone chamber. He retrieved a tinderbox from the corner and lit the dozen or so steel lamps embedded in the stone wall. Then, wielding his short sword, he began carving life-sized pieces of stone from the wall, focusing intently on his work.

He sculpted three sets of statues in one go. Each set consisted of three figures: himself, and the other two, of course, were the Palace Mistresses of Yaoyue and Lianxing, each in a different pose. The first set showed the Yihua Palace Mistresses kneeling on the ground, clutching Wei Wuya's robes, pleading with him. The second set depicted Wei Wuya whipping them. The third set showed the Yihua Palace Mistresses crawling on the ground, Wei Wuya stepping on their chests, drinking from a cup.

The more he carved, the more grotesque the statues became, yet each one was incredibly lifelike, every detail meticulously rendered. "Ha…" Wei Wuya couldn't help but laugh. He was intoxicated by his masterpiece, as if reality had become exactly as he had sculpted, and he had truly conquered the sisters of the Flower Palace Mistress. His face was distorted and ferocious, looking like a hungry wolf waiting to devour its prey, yet a sweet smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a soft, alluring exclamation rang out behind him: "You are truly a genius!" Wei Wuyuan turned around, and standing behind him was a young woman of about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. Her hair was piled high with emerald clouds, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, her waist was slender and graceful, and she moved with a swaying gait. She was none other than Lady Bai, the wife of the Tiger White Mountain Lord, ranked third among the "Twelve Constellations," and also the only person in the world besides the Bloodless Dragon Demon, the leader of the Four Spirits, and himself, who knew his secret residence—his old flame.

"My darling, what brings you here?" Wei Wuya smiled. "Aren't you afraid Lord Bai will be jealous?" "He received a message from the leader of the Four Spirits by carrier pigeon today and rushed to the Yangtze River!" Lady Bai twisted her slender waist, her full breasts almost touching Wei Wuya's palm. "What's wrong? Now that you have someone you love, you're not welcoming me anymore?" she said, glancing seductively at the stone statues beside her.

"How can they compare to you!" Wei Wuya embraced Lady Bai. "I want them to kneel at my feet, but I've already fallen at your feet! Come, my darling, let's enjoy our feast." Wei Wuya led Lady Bai into a small room, took out a thin hemp rope with more than a dozen knots from a cabinet, tied one end to a pillar, and held the other end in his hand. He ordered Madam Bai to strip naked and stand in the middle of the rope. Then he gently pulled the rope up, the thin rope threading through Madam Bai's thighs and pressing against her pubic hair. The rough surface of the rope dug deep into Madam Bai's tender red lips, the stimulation making her almost lose her balance and want to sit on the rope.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Wei Wuya grinned, showing his teeth. He knew Madam Bai enjoyed masochism, and he himself derived an indescribable pleasure from it. "Come, come to me!" Wei Wuya shook the rope, and Madam Bai had no choice but to endure the friction and take small steps forward. The rough rope rubbed against her tender flesh, making it hard for her to distinguish between pain and pleasure. However, her body had already given her the correct answer. After only two or three steps, the rope beneath her was soaked with her vaginal fluid, and much of it dripped down her thighs to the ground.

Now, Madam Bai's labia touched the first knot, and she couldn't help but groan. Because the knot was positioned just high enough to block her vulva, preventing her from moving forward, Wei Wuya had to lower the rope to help her. Madam Bai quickly stepped over the knot, but she had only gone halfway when Wei Wuya suddenly released his grip on the rope. The knot bounced back, striking Madam Bai's clitoris, causing her vaginal fluids to gush out even more violently. Suppressing the intense pleasure, Madam Bai finally reached Wei Wuya. The rope beneath her was already soaked with countless drops of vaginal fluid, each knot shimmering in the air. Wei Wuya lowered the rope, and Madam Bai's exhausted body collapsed into his arms.

Holding Bai Furen's soft, fragrant body in his arms, Wei Wuya's lewd hands gripped her firm breasts, kneading them roughly a few times. Then, he released her, leaving her beautiful body half-squatting on the ground. He pulled a long leather whip from the cabinet, leering, "Want some more pleasure?" The whip lashed through the air, striking Bai Furen's smooth, alabaster buttocks with a "crack, crack," eliciting a pig-like scream from her. The relentless whip continued to lash her snow-white back, buttocks, lower abdomen, and even her vulva, leaving trails of blood. Several lashes were aimed directly at her labia, each strike to her clitoris causing her to writhe as if on fire.

Finally, Wei Wuya was exhausted from beating her. He threw down the whip, picked up the battered Madam Bai, and tossed her onto the large bed. The beating had extinguished most of his anger, and now he was ready to enjoy the delicious flesh that had been offered to him. He lifted Madam Bai's pink buttocks, positioning her in a half-kneeling position, one hand pressing down on her high, full buttocks, the other grasping his engorged penis, slowly stroking it gently between Madam Bai's secret opening and buttocks, occasionally pausing at her anus as if to thrust in. Madam Bai, already unable to restrain herself, couldn't help but moan softly, "Put it in quickly, good man! I... I can't hold back anymore!" Hearing this, Wei Wuya chuckled lewdly, "Baby... don't rush... I'm coming..." With that, he grabbed Madam Bai's swaying pink buttocks with both hands, and with a "whoosh," he thrust his thick penis into Madam Bai's secret opening.

He rested for a while, slowly savoring the warm, tight comfort within the secret cave. Then, he lay on Madam Bai's back, his left hand reaching under her armpit to grasp her firm, soft breasts and knead them vigorously. His right hand reached down to the entrance of her secret cave, gently scratching her pink clitoris with his index finger. After a while, Wei Wuya finally couldn't resist any longer and began thrusting wildly. He pushed his thick, hard penis all the way to the depths of her secret cave, then cupped Madam Bai's beautiful buttocks with both hands and slowly rotated them like a millstone. He felt the tip of his penis being tightly enveloped and sucked by a piece of soft, tender flesh, and an indescribable pleasure surged through him. A faint fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted into his nostrils, and Wei Wuya's long-suppressed lust surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

He abruptly threw Madam Bai onto the bed, lifted her two delicate, pink legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, unleashing a furious barrage of thrusts. Madam Bai trembled violently, screaming and crying out, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... It feels so good... Ah... Ah... I'm going to die..." After more than a hundred thrusts, Madam Bai's legs kicked out, her body tensed, and she gripped Wei Wuya's arms tightly, almost drawing blood. A surge of heat gushed from the depths of her secret cave, drenching Wei Wuya's penis, causing it to tremble violently. Despite his desperate attempts to contract his anus, his penis, squeezed and sucked by the tender flesh of her vagina, could no longer contain the pleasurable sensation. With a roar, a torrent of scalding semen gushed out, spraying like a sudden rain onto the depths of Madam Bai's vagina, causing her to convulse, her eyes rolling back, and she fainted.

●(VI) The Small Inn

At the same moment that Madam Bai willingly endured Wei Wuyuan's torment, her husband, Bai Shanjun, was lying in wait in an inn in a small town on the banks of the Yangtze River, two hundred miles away. He was preparing to ambush Zhang Sanniang

, the red-clad heroine who had taken her mother's surname since childhood and was studying under Master Yifan, the head of the Kongtong Sect, on her way to the Central Plains to seek help from the peerless hero Yan Nantian. Bai Shanjun was a burly man with a dark complexion, a full beard like iron, and piercing eyes that made people afraid to look directly at him. He wore a spotted tiger skin and leaped like a hungry tiger descending the mountain. His companion, Taxuejun, was a beautiful young woman in plain clothes, who looked to be no more than twenty years old. She had red lips, expressive eyes, peach-blossom cheeks, a slender waist, and a wasp-like chest. Her only flaw was that her face was a bit long, somewhat resembling a horse's face.

They had been waiting in the inn for almost an hour, but hadn't received the "target spotted" signal from their men, who had already been sent out to scout. As dusk deepened and the sun began to set, Bai Shanjun grew increasingly impatient. He paced anxiously in the room, muttering to himself, "What to do? What to do…" Just then, a burly-looking man in black stumbled in, shouting, "Here he comes! Here he comes! The target is here!" Bai Shanjun peeked out from the doorway and, sure enough, saw a red shadow, like fire, flying towards them from the opposite hillside along the official road.

This "fire" was actually a person and a horse, a fiery red horse, fiery red clothes, galloping like a shooting star, as if driven by an inexhaustible force, tirelessly running up the steep mountains, down the slopes, over jagged rocks and treacherous paths, through forests and valleys. The rider was none other than the red-clad heroine, Zhang Sanniang. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven.

Her clothes were fiery red, her face flushed with rouge, her eyes shone like stars, she had cherry lips, a graceful waist, and wielded a red whip. However, her beautiful face was etched with sorrow and grief. Upon hearing the devastating news that Yuquan Manor had been razed to the ground and her parents had been murdered, she hastily bid farewell to her master and descended the mountain to pay respects to her parents, vowing to avenge this irreconcilable grudge. Guided by a wise person, she decided to seek help from the peerless hero Yan Nantian. After a long and

arduous journey, she arrived at the Yangtze River, not far from Anqing City, where Yan Nantian had recently appeared. As dusk settled, Zhang San Niang sought lodging at a small inn.

Bai Shan Jun, seeing Zhang San Niang being led to her room by the innkeeper, felt relieved. True to his nature, he would immediately rush to seize her, but Ta Xue Jun disagreed. She tugged at Bai Shanjun's hand and whispered, "It's still light out, and there are many passersby. Why not wait until it's late at night and quiet? That way, we'll have a sure thing." Bai Shanjun thought for a moment and agreed. He ordered all his men to secretly monitor Zhang Sanniang, while he and Taxuejun returned to their room, closed their

eyes to rest, and quietly awaited the arrival of night. Suddenly, Bai Shanjun felt a soft, warm body lean against him, exuding a rich, fragrant scent like orchids and musk. At the same time, a slender hand gently caressed his slightly protruding crotch. He opened his eyes and saw Taxuejun with slightly drooping eyes and flushed cheeks, looking utterly aroused. Seeing that Bai Shan Jun had come to his senses, she gave him a flirtatious wink and said, "Brother Bai Shan, I know you must be thinking about your wife, but there are plenty of fish in the sea. Do you know that I've always liked you? Besides, we're a perfect match, maybe we can even have a wonderful marriage!" Upon hearing this, Bai Shan Jun couldn't help but pull Ta Xue Jun even tighter into his arms. Feeling her soft, full, and elastic body, his desire burned fiercely within him. He kissed Ta Xue Jun's fragrant lips, and his restless hands slipped inside her blouse, grasping her breasts and caressing them.

Ta Xue Jun's body trembled as her breasts were filled by his "Lu Shan's claws," and feeling Bai Shan Jun's hot penis pressing against her buttocks, she went limp and blushed. Bai Shan Jun's demonic hand gradually moved down her lower abdomen, between her pink thighs, where fine, downy hair covered her slightly parted labia, full of elasticity. His large palm stopped on her mound-like mons pubis, his index finger pressing against the soft bone above her vulva, slowly teasing and caressing it.

Ta Xue Jun gasped, her whole body going limp, her vagina itching intensely. She desperately clung to Bai Shan Jun, tearing at his clothes with both hands, her voice a soft, coquettish whisper: "Brother Bai Shan... quickly... take off your clothes... I... I can't hold back anymore..." Soon, the two were naked together. Ta Xue Jun was astonished to see that below Bai Shan Jun's abdomen, between his legs, his thick, long, and powerful penis stood erect amidst a thick patch of glossy black pubic hair. It was so majestic and imposing, its shaft covered with bulging veins, its protruding barbs standing erect, dark purple and shiny. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed it.

Bai Shanjun was startled, then reacted quickly, leaning his body forward to satisfy her frenzied desire.

Ta Xuejun grasped the penis, squeezing and releasing it playfully, occasionally licking the glans, which was about the size of an egg, and rubbing the testicles. Seeing the penis growing increasingly erect, she opened her cherry-like mouth and took it in, her tongue licking and grinding the urethral opening, occasionally gently biting the sensitive area behind the glans with her teeth, causing Bai Shanjun's buttocks to tremble with pleasure.

At that moment, Ta Xuejun's raised buttocks were brought before his eyes. Her flesh was very white, soft, and tender, her mons pubis high and rounded, like a large bun, with fine, dense pubic hair. In the soft undergrowth, a bright, dazzling pearl shone with a delicate radiance; it was so rosy and so beautiful, like a ripe cherry, ready to melt into a drop of water at any moment.

Bai Shanjun reached out and placed his hands on either side of her labia, gently parting them. Instantly, her clitoris, as delicate as a luminous pearl, stood even more proudly erect. He squeezed her clitoris with both hands, making it stand even higher and more prominent. He opened his mouth and kissed Taxuejun's clitoris, carefully savoring its small, supple, and soft sweetness. Finally, he sucked on it desperately, his head swaying from side to side like a dog chewing on a bone. "Ah! So comfortable... so good... faster... give it to me..." Taxuejun breathed rapidly, moaning continuously, her buttocks twisting incessantly. Suddenly, she turned around, straddling Bai Shanjun, grabbing his tiger whip, spreading her legs, and using her two round, white thighs to tightly clamp his lower back, her vulva quickly pressing against him.

Bai Shanjun felt a fire burning in his lower body, his glans enveloped in a warm current that made him unbearably itchy. He rolled over, thrusting his hips forward with a sharp "whoosh," and his tiger whip broke through, followed by a series of deep thrusts. He saw Ta Xuejun's luscious red clitoris rise and fall with each thrust, her labia majora and minora opening and closing like two small, bright red doors. Although her legs were pinned down by his strong body, her plump, white buttocks stubbornly twisted and arched.

Bai Shanjun felt the pleasure on his tiger whip growing stronger, the tingling sensation on his glans becoming more pronounced. Suddenly, he leaped up, lifting Ta Xuejun's legs high above his shoulders and spreading them as wide as possible, exposing her vulva even more prominently. Under the pressure, Ta Xuejun's legs not only spread wide, but her bones were also extremely flexible, her two jade legs forming an inverted V-shape in the air, and her vulva becoming a protruding fleshy bun.

This was undoubtedly a completely new kind of stimulation for Bai Shanjun. His tiger whip grew harder, hotter, and more frantic due to the rising lust. He recklessly thrust, pressed, and pounded, plunging dozens of times. Finally, the heat in his lower abdomen reached its peak, and he felt Ta Xuejun's flower heart open wide. Her vagina contracted tightly, and a stream of vaginal fluid burst out, washing over his glans with pleasure. He then ejaculated thick, hot yang fluid from his glans and urethral opening, spraying it deep into Ta Xuejun's flower heart... The night gradually deepened. Zhang Sanniang finished washing up and lay down on the bed fully clothed. She had been traveling for several days and was extremely exhausted, wanting to get a good night's sleep. Just as she was slowly getting sleepy, she suddenly heard a horse neighing from the stable. It was the neighing of her mount, the big red horse! What had happened? She suddenly reached out and grabbed the soft whip.

The door creaked open, revealing two dark figures. They carried swords and knives, stealthily approaching the bed. Zhang Sanniang shouted, "You little thief, you're asking for death!" The whip whistled like a venomous snake, and with two sharp cracks, the figures fell to the ground, crying out in pain. Zhang Sanniang jumped up, about to light a lamp, when a tiger roared outside the door, and a fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead leaped in! Zhang Sanniang was startled and swung her whip to strike. The tiger dodged the whip, then suddenly straightened its body, standing upright! It closed in, its claws striking her vital points, Neiguan and Mingmen. Startled,

Zhang Sanniang lightly touched the ground with her toes, gathered her qi, and leaped up like a kite, narrowly avoiding the attack. She then roared, "Who goes there?" The tiger-like figure pulled back its skin, revealing a burly man! His voice boomed, "I am Bai Shan Jun, the Tiger God of the Twelve Constellations! Young lady, surrender now!" Before he finished speaking, several more men in black leaped in from outside, blocking Zhang San Niang's escape route.

Seeing the overwhelming force of the enemy, Zhang San Niang, in a moment of quick thinking, wielded her soft whip, its whistling sound like a storm, sweeping it towards the enemy. Just as they were on high alert, she unleashed a "Dragon Soars to the Nine Heavens" move, her body flying like a cannonball through the roof, breaking through the encirclement and leaving behind a trail of broken tiles that crashed down on the people inside.

In the darkness, Zhang San Niang gracefully landed in the stable, untied the reins of her large red horse, leaped onto it, and prepared to gallop away. But suddenly, a figure flashed by, and a mournful neighing sounded from outside the stable. The large red horse immediately stopped in its tracks! It turned out that Ta Xue Jun was an experienced horse trainer, familiar with the habits of horses. Seeing Zhang San Niang trying to flee, she imitated the neighing of a horse king to stop the large red horse from moving.

Zhang San Niang swung her whip, lashing the large red horse's hindquarters. The horse, in pain, let out a long neigh and tried to gallop. In the blink of an eye, Ta Xue Jun flicked her slender hand, and three throwing knives shot towards them like lightning. Zhang San Niang deflected two knives with her whip, but the third knife pierced the horse's belly with a "thud." The large red horse let out a miserable neigh and collapsed to the ground, clearly dying! At that moment, the pursuers in the distance were gradually closing in. Without further hesitation, Zhang Sanniang leaped out of the stable with a "Swallow Through the Clouds" move, then soared high and low, crossing several rooftops, disappearing into the vast night...

● (VII) Fuchikou

After traveling for most of the night, around 1:00 AM, Fuchikou on the banks of the Yangtze River finally appeared before Zhang Sanniang. The rolling river flowed with a deep, dark blue color, appearing thick but not greasy. When the sunlight pierced through the floating clouds and poured directly onto the river surface, it instantly shone brilliantly, revealing its silvery chest, while the sparse green trees on both banks hung down on it like curly hair.

Zhang Sanniang slowed her pace, casually admiring the scenery on the bank, when suddenly her eyes lit up and landed on a person under a lone tree on the bank. The person was a poor man, wearing a faded black cloth garment, patched upon patched, yet still unable to cover two newly torn rips. Wearing tattered straw sandals, he leaned against a rock, one foot crossed over the other's knee, revealing two large holes in the sole. A straw rope was tied around his waist, from which a rusty iron sword was slung askew.

Beside him was a jar of wine and a bag of the cheapest roasted broad beans. He looked utterly drunk, yet he was still guzzling down the wine, occasionally popping a broad bean into his mouth, chewing it with a loud crunch. What was particularly amusing was that he was also rolling up his sleeves and shouting, as if playing a drinking game with the breeze and sunshine, busy as a bee.

Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but smile: "This man must be penniless, having sold everything he could to buy wine. If he could sell himself for wine, he certainly wouldn't hesitate..." But suddenly, she sensed something strange. The burly man was thin and bony, with prominent cheekbones, thick, jet-black eyebrows, and a stubble-covered face that gleamed in the sunlight. At first glance, it was impossible to tell his age. But his languid, eight-foot-tall frame and imposing figure, like a lazy, drunken tiger, possessed an inexplicable, intimidating power that made Zhang San Niang feel inexplicably small in his presence. Strange!

Zhang San Niang's attention was completely drawn to the burly man, and she overlooked the subtle change behind her. Suddenly, a thin, tall man in green appeared behind her. His face was nothing but skin and bones, and his small, narrow eyes shone with a serpentine light. He moved with incredible speed; he was none other than the Azure Serpent God of the Twelve Constellations, also known as the Deer-Eating God. In a flash, he leaped past her, gently blocking her path. Startled, Zhang Sanniang quickly stood up and demanded, "Who are you, and what do you want?" As she spoke, she drew her soft whip from her waist.

The Deer-Eating Man first bowed respectfully, then knelt down, saying in a low voice, "This humble man has been ordered to welcome the Madam!" Zhang Sanniang was taken aback: What Madam? He must have mistaken her for someone else! Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a numbness on her "Yinlingquan" acupoint. Then, the kneeling man struck repeatedly, pressing on her acupoints such as "Zongbi," "Liangqiu," "Futu," and "Biling."

Normally, with Zhang Sanniang's skill and her wariness, she wouldn't have been so easily fooled. But the Deer-Eating Man's kneeling had already thrown her into disarray. Moreover, his attacks were invisible and incredibly fast, so even though Zhang Sanniang was quick-witted, she was still caught off guard, her body going limp in an instant, collapsing to the ground. Deer-Eating King jumped up and laughed loudly. "I never thought I'd get the credit! Hehe, and I even caught a delicate and beautiful woman!" He split his thick lips, which were dripping with saliva, revealing two rows of yellow teeth, and spewed out a foul odor. His outstretched hand was almost touching Zhang San Niang's plump and elastic body.

Suddenly, it felt as if raindrops fell on Zhang Sanniang, releasing all the pressure points that had been acupunctured. Overjoyed, Zhang Sanniang sprang to her feet with a "carp leaping out of the water," her soft whip swift as a dragon emerging from the water, instantly throwing the Deer-Eating King into a frenzy. She knew in her heart that a master must have been secretly helping her. Could it be that poor, drunkard who had been drinking alone on the shore, chewing broad beans, playing drinking games, and dozing off? She looked closely and indeed, there were a few broad beans on the ground. Overjoyed, Zhang Sanniang felt a surge of goodwill towards the poor man, and her beautiful eyes glanced at him again. But the man seemed oblivious, flicking another broad bean into his mouth.

Just then, a cloud of dust rose behind them, and Lord Baishan and Lord Taxue, with their respective men, caught up along the main road. Seeing the situation was bad, Zhang Sanniang was about to make a hasty escape when she heard the sudden sound of hooves from the hillside ahead. A group of people appeared, lined up in a row, blocking her path. The leaders were a group of strange people: one was a white-haired man with large, pointed ears that looked almost like rabbit ears, known as the "Medicine-Pounding Man"; another was a tall, imposing man with a fleshy face, a thick beard, and as strong as an ox, known as the "Grain-Transporting Man"; another was a man dressed in white, hunched over, with small eyes and a goatee, known as the "Stone-Slaying Man"; and yet another was a fat, big-eared, flat-nosed, thick-lipped, bared-toothed, slit-eyed wild boar known as the "Black-Faced Man." Behind each of them were four harelip-lipped people, four ox-shaped people, four goatee-shaped people, and four pig-shaped people. It was truly baffling where the "Twelve Constellations" had found so many oddballs!

Several groups of people aggressively surrounded them from all directions, leaving Zhang San Niang trapped in a predicament, unable to escape or retreat.

Just then, a man with a cleft lip suddenly had a bloody hole in the back of his head, a man with a goatee had a bloody flower bloom on his spine, a man in a bull-like shape had his buttocks explode, and a woman with a horse-faced body had her thigh broken. They fell to the ground, their screams unbearable to hear. Suddenly, Chi Shijun heard a whoosh behind him. He dodged and grabbed a hidden weapon, but his palm went numb with pain! Looking closely, he saw it was a broad bean. His eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned his surroundings and fixed his gaze on the beggar-like drunkard on the nearby slope. The drunkard was drinking from a jar and chewing on a broad bean.

"It must be this drunkard's doing!" Chi Shijun, along with the remaining three goatee-like men, pounced on the drunkard. The drunkard picked up the last broad bean, weighed it in his palm, and muttered drunkenly, "Only you're left. They still want to take it. Oh well, I can't win against them. Let them eat it!" Without even looking, he flicked the broad bean at Chi Shijun. Chishi Jun quickly dodged, but the goatee following closely behind was unlucky; he only managed a half-groan before collapsing backward. The broad bean had become lodged in his throat!

The drunkard picked up his jug and emptied it, muttering dejectedly, "The wine's gone too, damn it!" He grabbed his rusty iron sword, hiccuping as he said, "This sword is yours. Give me a few coins to buy some wine; I'm selling it cheap, so you can buy it cheap!" With that, he gently handed the rusty sword to the goatee who had rushed the closest.

The man, who was clearly more than two feet away from the sword, suddenly froze without uttering a groan, as if frozen in place, blocking Chishi Jun's path. Chishi Jun roared angrily, raising his hand to strike—but the goatee-bearded man, who had been frozen in place, collapsed stiffly to the ground, his head and body separated, the neck broken cleanly, blood spurting only after the body was severed!

Chishi Jun was terrified, his goat-like eyes wide open, his large goatee twitching with the muscles in his face. He forced himself to remain calm and asked in a trembling voice, "You...who are you?" The drunkard lazily replied, "Who I am is irrelevant, but your goatee disgusts me. You should shave it off. Here, lend me a razor." He casually pointed the rusty sword at Chishi Jun. A cold light flashed across his face, dazzling and blinding. Chishi Jun hurriedly waved his hand to shield himself, but his hair was already flying everywhere. Touching his face, he found that not only were his eyebrows and beard gone, but even the tangled hair on his head was completely shaved off, leaving him with a bald head, looking like an upside-down gourd.

Chishi Jun was terrified. He lost his footing and fell to the ground, scrambling back to his own ranks along the slope, trembling as he cried out, "You...you are Yan Nantian..." The peerless hero Yan Nantian? Zhang Sanniang was astonished. She never imagined that this drunkard was the person she had risked her life to find!

A moment of silence fell over the battlefield, then suddenly the sounds of battle resumed. The "Twelve Constellations," relying on their superior numbers, charged forward again, intending to eliminate the peerless hero Yan Nantian and Zhang Sanniang together. Yan Nantian sighed, remaining rooted to the spot. He merely brandished his rusty sword and said, "You guys should probably stop playing now. If you anger my friend, you won't have a good time!" This rusty sword, practically scrap metal, he actually considered a friend? It was laughable! Amidst the sneer, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, like a thunderclap, shaking his opponents to their core. The rusty sword in Yan Nantian's hand shrieked mournfully, crackling with purple lightning and darting like golden snakes, like a snowflake—unbreakable, indestructible, and impenetrable, completely enveloping him.

This snowflake rampaged through the enemy ranks, killing those it touched and wounding those it brushed against, as if slicing through melons and vegetables. A rain of blood swirled around this snowflake; groans echoed around it. Several snake-eyed men, their flesh drained and bloodied, resembled dead snakes; three tiger-headed boys lay dead, their brains and livers spilled on the ground; the Deer-Eating Lord, despite his superior skill, only suffered a face stained with markings, a testament to the mercy of Yan Nantian's rusty sword; the White Mountain Lord was missing a piece of his buttocks; the Snow-Treading Lord fared even worse, losing his nose and both ears, his face riddled with four holes, including his mouth. This group of ruthless killers, who had killed like flies, were now stunned into silence. Someone shouted "Run!" and they fled like condemned prisoners granted amnesty, abandoning their entourage piled high with corpses, disappearing completely in an instant.

Zhang Sanniang put away her soft whip, walked up to Yan Nantian, and gracefully curtsied, saying, "Thank you for saving me, Hero Yan! I've been looking for you for many days." Yan Nantian returned the greeting and asked, "Where do you come from, young lady? What brings you here?" Zhang Sanniang's quick tongue burst forth like a river bursting its banks, recounting her name, sect, and the whole story of her arrival.

Yan Nantian, driven by his innate hatred of evil, was already filled with righteous indignation before Zhang Sanniang could finish speaking. Then, after a moment's thought, he tried his best to remain calm and composed: "Are you so sure, young lady, that I, Yan, will definitely meddle in this matter?" Zhang Sanniang's expression hardened: "An enemy of the martial arts world, an outrage of the entire nation. If Yan Nantian ignores this, can he still be considered a peerless hero?" Yan Nantian's heart warmed, and he laughed heartily: "Young lady is right! To be honest, I've heard about the Jade Spring Manor incident long ago and was just about to go and see for myself. I've been staying here only to wait for a few brothers. Come on, let's find a place to fill our stomachs first; we need to eat our fill to have the strength to continue our journey." Night began to fall again. In a roadside tavern, drinking large bowls of wine and eating large chunks of

meat, Yan Nantian was thoroughly enjoying himself. Zhang Sanniang, who was also eating meat and drinking wine in large bowls, appeared even more spirited and courageous. Her movements were graceful and lively, radiating a captivating brilliance. The wine made her face flushed, as vibrant as the stamen of a rose. Her eyes, filled with complex emotions, lingered on Yan Nantian for a long time.

Before this, she had never experienced, or even thought about, "love." Of all the men in the world, she had only ever loved one: her own father. She disdained to even glance at any other man. But what was wrong with her tonight? The scent of Yan Nantian's sweat made her feel somewhat lightheaded. She felt an overwhelming urge to look at him, to love looking at him, and to keep looking at him forever.

Yan Nantian felt uncomfortable under her burning gaze and suddenly asked, "Miss, do you have something to say to me?" Zhang Sanniang blushed, but fortunately, her face was already flushed from drinking, and the darkness made it difficult for others to notice. She casually followed up, saying, "I've long heard that Master Yan's sword is the best in the world, and having witnessed it today, I can confirm its reputation. I've also heard that Master Yan has several sworn brothers, each with their own unique skills. I wonder if I'll have the opportunity to see them?" Yan Nantian, with no ulterior motives and slightly tipsy, smiled enigmatically and said, "I wouldn't dare let you see my brothers." He paused, then continued, "If you stare at them like that, they wouldn't be able to stand it! Look, Yulang Jiang Feng is the best in the world..." "A handsome man like him is used to being stared at by girls, so it shouldn't be a big problem. But if he runs into Lu Zhongyuan, the great hero of the South, then it'll be troublesome. He's the strongest man in the world. If a girl stares at him like that, he'll definitely think she's fallen for him and insist on making her his wife. How will he handle that then?"

Zhang Sanniang was both ashamed and angry, and she really wanted to slap Yan Nantian a few times. But then she thought that he was as clear-headed as water, completely honest, and although he was joking, there was no malice in his words. So all her anger turned into nameless resentment. She opened her red lips a few times, but didn't say anything. After a while, Zhang Sanniang got up and went outside to relieve herself. Yan Nantian had just taken a few sips of wine when he suddenly heard a scream outside. He leaped out of the house in a flash, looked around, but couldn't find any trace of Zhang Sanniang. Yan Nantian swiftly climbed a large tree beside him, perched atop its branches, and peered out: in the distance, under the moonlight

, a dark shadow flickered—a person carrying Zhang Sanniang on their shoulder, striding swiftly. Clearly, Zhang Sanniang had been kidnapped again. Yan Nantian let out a clear cry, and like a roc spreading its wings, he shot towards the shadow! The night was pitch black. Yan Nantian used his superb lightness skill to fly among the rocks and trees, no longer relying on sight, but on his hearing to chase. From the surrounding silence, he heard the fleeing person's almost-cat-like footsteps, and Zhang Sanniang's weak breathing… He quickly used his lightness skill, leaping more than ten times, flying through a gap in the trees, finally catching up with the kidnapper. He saw that the person was dressed entirely in black robes, wearing a mask, only revealing two eyes that burned like will-o'-the-wisps.

That person was none other than the Bloodless Dragon Demon. He carried Zhang Sanniang, using his extraordinary lightness skill to move with incredible speed. As he soared and swooped, he suddenly heard a sharp, arrow-like sound tearing through the air behind him. Turning abruptly in mid-flight, he was startled to find Yan Nantian chasing after him like a tail! The Bloodless Dragon Demon suddenly let out a long, dragon-like roar—this was a signal!

Suddenly, Yan Nantian felt thousands of black dots rushing towards him. Without thinking, he stretched out his iron palms to grab the hidden weapons. His iron palms could crush pebbles into powder, but the hidden weapons he held were soft and fleshy, oozing a foul-smelling liquid and emitting a strange cry before he could even exert any force

. Looking closely in the moonlight, he couldn't help but shudder, goosebumps rising all over his body. What he had grabbed wasn't a hidden weapon at all, but two rats crushed to a pulp! Nothing in the world could frighten him, but he felt a certain fear, or rather, a certain politeness, towards rats, because his zodiac sign was the rat. In other words, there were only two kinds of creatures that gave him a headache: women and rats. But now, he was surrounded by rats.

Countless rats scurried about on every tree and on every inch of ground around him, seemingly fearless, surging and swarming, layering upon layer, relentlessly circling Yan Nantian. If he dared to take a single step forward, they would charge and bite relentlessly, devouring him completely.

A burst of maniacal laughter echoed from the darkness: "Yan Nantian, your life is in my hands! Surrender now, or else…" The laughter emanated from a towering ancient tree ahead; clearly, this army of thousands of cat-sized rats was under the command of that person. Wei Wuyuan? Yan Nantian smiled coldly and remained silent.

At some point, the last gust of wind quietly ceased, and apart from the strange sounds of the rats, the forest was silent. However, within the silence, a peculiar sound grew louder and louder, even drowning out the rats' strange cries. It emanated from Yan Nantian himself. The renowned swordsman's blood surged, his inner energy surging, and his power created a whirlwind, howling like a sudden storm.

Wei Wuya sensed Yan Nantian's overwhelming and powerful aura, and hastily issued an order to the rat horde to attack. In an instant, the rats on the trees cascaded down like a waterfall, swarming towards Yan Nantian; the rats on the ground seemed to sprout wings, flying towards him in droves, layer upon layer… but they all became dead rats. Yan Nantian was like a blazing fire, and the rats were like moths drawn to it. Faced with his incredibly powerful protective aura, no rat was spared. Instantly, the rat army was utterly defeated, scattering in all directions. Yan Nantian,

as swift as a bullet, leaped through the treetops, aiming for Wei Wuya. However, Wei Wuya had already fled desperately in the opposite direction from the Bloodless Dragon Demon, disappearing into the darkness. Yan Nantian strained his ears to listen. He heard where Wei Wuya had fled to, but he couldn't pursue him, for he also heard the Bloodless Dragon Demon's sinister laughter. He had to save Zhang Sanniang.

The night was deep, shrouded in misty clouds. In a clearing in the mountains, the Bloodless Dragon Demon laid Zhang Sanniang down. He pinched her delicate cheek, leering, "You bait, you've finally lured me into a big fish. It's a pity I haven't even had a chance to enjoy you before you die. It's truly heartbreaking!" With that, he raised a deadly palm, ready to strike. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "You scoundrel, stop your violence! Yan Nantian is here!" Like a black lightning bolt, Yan Nantian pierced through the clouds and mist, his rusty sword aimed straight for the Bloodless Dragon Demon's throat, forcing him to leap backward. The Bloodless

Dragon Demon was furious. He had originally intended to kill Zhang Sanniang and frame someone else to provoke Yan Nantian, hoping to sit back and watch the two fight, reaping the benefits. However, he hadn't expected Yan Nantian to break through Wei Wuya's blockade so quickly, ruining his plan. Filled with rage, he drew his invincible weapon, the Golden Dragon Whip, with a clang. In the moonlight, it resembled a golden dragon baring its fangs and roaring.

"Nine-Appearance Divine Dragon, Ghost-Slaying!" Yan Nantian was slightly startled. He had long heard of this invincible treasure, but he hadn't expected it to be in the enemy's hands. If the opponent struck first, he would also be at a disadvantage. In a flash, Yan Nantian's rusty sword gleamed, and he spun around, unleashing two extremely powerful and fierce moves simultaneously: Stars Surrounding the Moon and Flowing Clouds Piercing the Sun. One sword multiplied into ten, ten into a hundred, a flash of cold light like a thousand sharp swords simultaneously piercing the opponent. Then, both palms transformed into swords, palms and swords combined, forming the blade; the body soared, following closely behind the tip, forming the sword body; the legs exerted power, moving with complete freedom, forming the hilt. As the saying goes: "One sword multiplies into a hundred swords" is the supreme swordsmanship, "one body becomes a sword" is the ultimate realm of

swordsmanship. These two moves allow no room for chance; there are only two outcomes: either you die, I am wounded, or we perish together! Seeing Yan Nantian willing to perish with him, the Bloodless Dragon Demon was terrified. He darted behind a huge rock. With a roar, the rusty sword pierced the rock, splitting it in two from top to bottom. Yan Nantian, transforming himself into a sword, followed with another deafening roar, shattering the huge rock into pieces. Immediately, the entire forest fell silent… the Bloodless Dragon Demon had vanished. Yan Nantian was about to give chase when he suddenly heard Zhang Sanniang's agonizing groans nearby. He rushed back like a whirlwind, realizing he hadn't yet released her sealed acupoints.

Sure enough, in the midst of the brutal battle, lay Zhang Sanniang, whom the Bloodless Dragon Demon hadn't managed to take. Her incredibly beautiful face was contorted in pain and drenched in sweat. A long, thick, rustling green vine was tightly wrapped around her thigh, one end seemingly piercing the delicate skin beneath her dress. What kind of hidden weapon was this? Without hesitation, Yan Nantian swiftly swung his rusty sword; a flash of light, and the vine was cleaved into several pieces. He looked closely and realized it wasn't a vine at all, but a venomous snake with a triangular head, commonly known as the "Five-Step Killer," whose bite would kill anyone within five steps.

In a moment of desperation, Yan Nantian crouched down, half-squatting, half-kneeling, and grabbed Zhang Sanniang's long, slender thigh. With a tearing sound, he ripped open her underpants. Ah, skin! A woman's skin, white as spring snow, soft as solidified cream. However, at the base of this snow-white, creamy thigh, there was a patch that had turned bluish-purple and black, right against the edge of the desolate, grassy thicket.

This was the first time Yan Nantian had ever seen a woman's body, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment. He calmed himself for a moment, then bent down and sucked hard on the snakebite at the base of her thigh. He felt the soft, warm texture of her skin, his nose even touching Zhang Sanniang's fine pubic hair, but he remained unmoved. He simply sucked out the venom from the wound, swallowing it instead of spitting it out. His actions and even his eyes showed no impure thoughts.

Zhang Sanniang looked at Yan Nantian gratefully. Although they had only known each other for a few short hours, she was certain she had found the happiness of her life. Wherever she went in the future, she would never forget this man who had captured her heart! Suddenly, Yan Nantian stood up and ran off. A moment later, he returned carrying several unknown herbs. He chewed the grass, spat it out, and applied it to Zhang Sanniang's thigh wound. He then stood up, spread his hands, and slowly moved them over the wound, releasing a continuous flow of his own surging heat from his palms to the injury. While treating Zhang Sanniang's wound and saving her life, he also gently released the acupoints that had been sealed.

A moment later, Zhang Sanniang felt her blood flowing smoothly and comfortably throughout her body. She tried to lift her arms, feeling an indescribable sense of well-being as she channeled her energy. A stronger tenderness surged within her, and she smiled sweetly at him. "It seems you need to rest for a few more days. Come, let's find an inn in Anqing City to settle down first, and then we can discuss our revenge plan once you've recovered!" Yan Nantian carried Zhang Sanniang on his back and walked out of the forest.

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