(4) The Legend of Swordsman

Master Fang Wu was using the Marrow Cleansing Classic to heal Linghu Chong and expel the poison. Linghu Chong felt a thick, warm internal energy circulating within his body. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the poison within his body turned into black sweat and was expelled by his internal energy, while his lost internal energy gradually recovered.

Just as Linghu Chong felt as if he were bathing in warm sunlight, he suddenly sensed something was wrong and tried to pull his hand away from Fang Wu's. At that moment, Fang Wu transmitted his voice to his ear using his internal energy.

"Quickly clear your mind and focus your energy, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain."

Linghu Chong reluctantly complied. Fang Wu pressed his other hand against Linghu Chong's back, and a powerful surge of internal energy flowed into Linghu Chong's body. The internal energy circulated faster and faster, and Linghu Chong felt that his body was filled with true energy far exceeding what he had before his injury. However, he knew that Master Fang Wu was transferring his own internal energy to him, and he would soon die from exhaustion. But at this critical moment, he could not move and could only worry helplessly.

In the dungeon of Wuse Nunnery, Fang Sheng and Qingxu, after days of frenzied lovemaking with Yingying, were almost completely exhausted. Yingying, on the other hand, showed no signs of fatigue and seemed even more energetic. The two were no longer able to meet Yingying's needs.

That day, Lin Pingzhi came in to observe and said with a smile, "It seems that you two are quite satisfied with the woman I sent you, which is why you have been making love day and night. How are you feeling now?"

Fang Sheng and Qingxu were too weak to answer.

Lin Pingzhi laughed, "I'll be leaving Hengshan in a few days. I'll be taking Lady Linghu with me, but don't worry, I'll leave these Hengshan disciples here for you two to enjoy. Their skills aren't bad either, haha..."

The two watched Lin Pingzhi leave, lying helplessly on the ground.

Inside the secret chamber, Lin Pingzhi was having intercourse with Yingying. Over the past few days, Yingying had absorbed all the essence of Fang Sheng and Qingxu, and Lin Pingzhi was now transferring that essence into his own body. Yingying sat on Lin Pingzhi in the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position.

The two had been having intercourse for over an hour. Yingying's skin was covered in sweat, radiating an eerie glow in the candlelight. A look of pleasure appeared on Yingying's face. Since Yingying was under Lin Pingzhi's bewitching spell, her sexual desire far exceeded that of ordinary people, making her a complete harlot who would be violated by anyone, allowing Lin Pingzhi to humiliate her in every way.

In Lin Pingzhi's mind, each time he raped Yingying, he felt a greater sense of pleasure. He considered it his greatest achievement to have two top masters from Shaolin and Wudang defile her. He wondered if Yingying would still have the face to face Linghu Chong after she regained consciousness and learned that she had slept with the respected elders she admired. Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Lin Pingzhi's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and forcefully grab Yingying's full breasts.

"Little slut, is it good for me to fuck you?"

"Mmm... Master... Ah... Divine skill is the best in the world... I feel so good..."

"Heh... In a few days, I'll take you on a long expedition to Shaolin. You'll have a hard time along the way."

"Ah...fuck me...humph...harder...ah..."

Lin Pingzhi lewdly laughed, "You slutty bitch, in every town we go on the road, I'll make you act as a free whore to be raped. By the time we get to Shaolin, at least a few hundred men have slept with you. Let's see if Linghu Chong will still want you after he finds out."

Yingying moaned, "Hmm...I am my master's slave...ah...what does my master want me to do...I will do it."

Lin Pingzhi lewdly laughed, "Good little slut, now I'll send you to heaven."

After saying that, Lin Pingzhi began to thrust his huge penis upwards with force, penetrating the deepest part of Yingying's vagina with each thrust. After hundreds of thrusts, Yingying finally couldn't withstand the violent impact, and her vaginal fluids finally gushed out and were absorbed by Lin Pingzhi. Yingying also collapsed from exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

After absorbing Ying's Yin essence, Lin Pingzhi channeled his inner energy to transform the essence of Zhong Fang Sheng and Qing Xu into his own. Having finished his cultivation, Lin Pingzhi emerged from the secret chamber and entered the main hall. His

six subordinates rose to greet him. Lin Pingzhi addressed them, saying, "You have all followed me for some time now. Previously, my divine skill was not yet fully mastered, which is why you had to remain here with me. Today, my divine skill is nearing completion. In half a month, I will travel to Shaolin to challenge the leaders of both Shaolin and Wudang. At that time, the 'Heavenly Evil Cult' will become famous throughout the world, unifying the martial arts world, and you will all enjoy wealth and glory."

The men cheered in unison, "Our cult leader's divine skill is invincible! We will serve you to the death to complete our cult's hegemony!"

Lin Pingzhi said, "I still need two more days to cultivate. Ximen An, you draft the challenge letter and send it to Shaolin immediately. The rest of you, wait until I emerge from seclusion to attack Shaolin."

The men obeyed his orders, while Lin Pingzhi went into seclusion to cultivate.

Six hours had passed since Linghu Chong received Fang Wu's transmission of his internal energy. Linghu Chong felt that the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing within his body was gradually merging with the internal energy of the Xi Sui Jing that Fang Wu had infused into his body. His internal energy circulated rapidly throughout his body. Linghu Chong felt that the abundant internal energy within his body had reached a point where he had to

release it. With a loud shout, Linghu Chong unleashed his internal energy, which blasted Fang Wu back five zhang away. After getting up, Linghu Chong hurriedly went forward to check on Fang Wu. He saw that Fang Wu's breathing was weak. Linghu Chong pressed on Fang Wu's dantian and slowly sent internal energy into him. After a while, Fang Wu finally woke up. Linghu Chong knelt before Fang Wu and said, "Thank you, Master, for healing my poison and transferring your inner strength to me. I will never forget this kindness."

Fang Wu said weakly, "Please rise, young benefactor. It was purely by chance that I was able to pass on my skills to you today. Otherwise, my decades of hard work would have been in vain."

Linghu Chong asked, "Why do you say that, Master?"

Fang Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Ten years ago, I created a martial art, which caused all my meridians to become disordered. Although I have managed to clear the meridians in my upper body in the past few years, look." Fang

Wu revealed his legs, and Linghu Chong was shocked. It turned out that Fang Wu's legs had been unable to circulate blood and qi for ten years, and they had withered like dry firewood, making it impossible for him to walk. Linghu Chong felt saddened after seeing this.

Fang Wu laughed, "Don't be sad for me. Perhaps this misfortune has turned into a blessing in disguise, allowing me to reach a new level of martial arts."

After speaking, Fang Wu coughed incessantly. Linghu Chong hurriedly said, "Please stop talking and rest."

Fang Wu sighed, "I know my lifespan is nearing its end. Young benefactor, could you grant me a favor?"

Linghu Chong said, "Master, please feel free to ask. Even if it costs me my life, I will fulfill your request."

Fang Wu said, "I have spent ten years painstakingly creating the 'Zen Heart Sword' martial art. I hope you can master it." "This martial art is meant to slay demons and bring blessings to all living beings, lest it be buried here."

Linghu Chong said, "But I am not a Shaolin disciple, so how can I learn this martial art?"

Fang Wu smiled and said, "Buddha saves those who are destined. It is your destiny to receive my power, so why be bound by sectarian prejudices? Besides, the enemy you are about to face is not an ordinary demon. If you do not strengthen yourself, how can you defeat the enemy?"

Fang Wu's voice grew softer and softer, and Linghu Chong knew that his vital energy was gradually dissipating. Just

as Linghu Chong was about to channel his inner energy into him again, Fang Wu shook his head and said, "This old monk knows his time is near, young benefactor, you need not worry about me. I hope you will remember my words and work for the benefit of the martial world. Amitabha..."

Fang Wu closed his eyes and said nothing more. Linghu Chong softly said, "Master! What's wrong?"

He called Fang Wu three times, but there was still no response. Linghu Chong reached out and checked his breath, discovering that Fang Wu had passed away. Linghu Chong knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

Fang Zheng walked in and, seeing Fang Wu's passing, sighed, "Amitabha! My senior brother was able to fulfill his wish before his death. Young hero Linghu, you should be happy for him."

Linghu Chong said sadly, "Master Fang Wu died because of me. I cannot shirk my responsibility."

Fang Zheng sighed, "This is the will of Heaven. Young Hero Linghu, you should follow Senior Brother Fang Wu's dying wish and practice martial arts in order to defeat Lin Pingzhi and rescue the imprisoned people. As for Senior Brother Fang Wu's funeral arrangements, leave them to this old man. You can practice your skills here in peace."

After Fang Zheng had Fang Wu's body moved away, Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and went into the inner cave. He saw many characters the size of copper coins carved on the stone wall. Under the candlelight, the four large characters "Zen Dao Xin Jian" appeared before him. He continued to read.

"All martial arts in the world generate power from qi, and then use power to defeat the enemy. But they don't know that even the strongest qi will eventually be exhausted. Therefore, I have pondered for more than ten years and created a unique martial art called 'Zen Dao Heart Sword'. A sword can cut through qi and lose its power, but the power of the heart can still exert its maximum power as long as there is still a breath left. It is a pity that most people cannot understand this principle and give full play to the hidden power of their hearts. If they can make good use of it, it can surpass any divine weapon in the world. It can cut through the air and cut through qi and do nothing..."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. The Zen Dao Heart Sword on the wall was more magical than any martial art he had learned before. To deal with Lin Pingzhi's demonic power, he really needed to use such a martial art to resist. Linghu Chong calmed his mind and began to prepare to practice the Zen Dao Heart Sword on the wall.

Two days later, Lin Pingzhi's cultivation of the "Evil Fire Body" was about to be completed. In the dungeon of Plum Manor, Lin Pingzhi obtained the "Heavenly Evil Secret Record," a legacy of the Heavenly Evil Supreme, which contained five ultimate techniques: "Void Manipulation," "Mind-Bending Technique," "Yin-Yang Secret Method," "Purgatory Claw," and the strongest, the "Evil Fire Body."

The Evil Fire Body was divided into three levels: crimson flame, blue flame, and purple flame. Originally, Lin Pingzhi could have cultivated the Evil Fire Body to the highest level, the purple flame level, with the help of the "Primordial Spirit Pearl." However, he had already consumed a lot of the Primordial Spirit Pearl's internal energy while cultivating the Rebirth Technique, so he could only reach the blue flame level. But recently, after absorbing the internal energy of Linghu Chong, Fang Sheng, and Qingxu, Lin Pingzhi's power had advanced to another level. At this moment, red flames emanated from Lin Pingzhi's body, which slowly turned into blue flames. Then, with a loud shout, the blue flames on his body turned into purple flames.

Lin Pingzhi leaped out of the door, and his six subordinates only saw a purple flame shoot from inside the door straight out of the temple. With a loud bang, a ten-foot-deep crater was blasted into the mountain wall outside the Wuse Temple.

Lin Pingzhi stood in front of the mountain wall admiring his masterpiece, and his subordinates congratulated him, "Congratulations, Master, on mastering your divine skill!"

Lin Pingzhi laughed wildly, "With this skill, who in the world can rival me? You all prepare immediately for my attack on Shaolin, ha..."

On the third day of Linghu Chong's practice of the Zen Dao Heart Sword, Fang Zheng received Lin Pingzhi's challenge and couldn't help but worry. At this time, the Wudang Sect Leader Chongxu also brought more than a dozen disciples to Shaolin.

Fang Zheng was overjoyed to see Chongxu arrive. He said, "Brother, you've come at the perfect time. You can certainly lend me a hand."

Chongxu read Lin Pingzhi's challenge and sighed, "I never imagined that in just a few months, this boy would have developed such profound martial arts skills, even capturing Junior Brother Qingxu and Master Fang Sheng."

Fang Zheng said, "This man is ruthless and leads a group of highly skilled thugs. His audacity in challenging our sect suggests he is quite well-prepared." "I fear this ancient temple will soon be stained with blood."

Chongxu laughed and said, "Abbot, there's no need to worry too much. Shaolin and Wudang are one family. Now that Shaolin is in trouble, how can Wudang sit idly by? This humble Taoist will lead his disciples to help fight the enemy."

Fangzheng said, "Amitabha! This old monk thanks you in advance. Now I can only hope that Young Hero Linghu can comprehend the legacy of Senior Brother Fangwu as soon as possible and fight against the evil demons with us. Alas..."

Since leaving Linghu Chong, Lan Fenghuang had been depressed. Whenever the night was deep and quiet, she would think of the love she had shared with Linghu Chong and find it hard to contain herself. On this day, she arrived at a small town on the border of Henan and Hebei. At noon, Lan Fenghuang was resting in an inn when she suddenly heard two people talking at the next table.

"Hey... Old Huang, have you ever played with a prostitute for free?"

"Old Zhang, stop lying. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"But there is! The Xinghua Pavilion in town has been booked out, and there's a prostitute from out of town who's free to play with."

"Really? That prostitute must be old and ugly, right?"

"Hey... You're wrong. That girl is in her early twenties, as beautiful as a fairy, with skin so fair and tender it looks like you could squeeze water out of it. Especially her passion in bed, I guarantee you'll want to do it again after you've done it once."

"Hey... Hearing you say that, I really want to try it out. But who's so rich that they can book out the Xinghua Pavilion?"

"That group of people is really strange. There are monks, Taoists, scholars, and even a wanderer carrying two swords. I only heard they came from Hengshan."

After hearing this, Lan Fenghuang thought, could it be that the group of villains who occupied Hengshan? Maybe we can find out Yingying's whereabouts here.

After leaving the inn, Lan Fenghuang inquired about the location of Xinghua Tower. Upon arriving, she found the entrance crowded with twenty or thirty men of all ages. Lan Fenghuang leaped through the back door and heard sounds of a man and woman making love coming from inside. She blushed, but determined to find Yingying, she reluctantly poked a hole in the paper window. Inside, a fat man, around forty years old, was raising the legs of a woman on the bed, forcefully thrusting a dark, thick penis into her vagina. The woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely, moaning incessantly.

"Mmm...faster...fuck me harder...ah..."

"You slut, I've been with many women, but I've never seen one as wanton as you."

"Ah...I want a big cock to fuck me...hum...ah..."

The woman writhed wildly, her long hair falling loose to reveal her face. Lan Fenghuang was shocked. This woman was none other than the revered Holy Maiden Ren Yingying, now transformed into a wanton and seductive woman, allowing this repulsive man to fondle her snow-white body.

Lan Fenghuang could no longer restrain herself and burst through the window. The middle-aged fat man, caught in the throes of pleasure, was startled when a Miao woman appeared before him with an angry expression. Without a word, Lan Fenghuang unleashed a hidden needle from her sleeve, striking the fat man who collapsed before he could even react.

Lan Fenghuang grabbed Yingying, saying, "Holy Maiden, come with me!"

Yingying smiled seductively, "Who are you, sister?"

Lan Fenghuang frowned, guessing that Yingying must be under a spell to not recognize her. She then pressed Yingying's pressure points to put her to sleep, wrapped her in a sheet, and leaped out the window.

Just as Lan Fenghuang was carrying the unconscious Yingying and about to leave Xinghua Tower, she heard a sinister laugh behind her: "How dare you save someone from my hands!"

Startled, Lan Fenghuang didn't turn around and immediately released Five Poisons Smoke to rush towards the door. Just as she reached the door, a ghostly figure appeared before her. Ignoring who it was, Lan Fenghuang gathered all her strength and struck the person with both palms. The person didn't move, and the powerful force rebounded, sending her flying three zhang away. Lan Fenghuang felt excruciating pain in her wrists; the rebounding force had broken her wrist bones.

The newcomer sneered, "Truly overestimating yourself, asking for trouble. You are Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect. Wasn't it you who rescued Linghu Chong at Hengshan that day?"

Lan Fenghuang was shocked upon recognizing the newcomer; it was none other than Lin Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi said, "Linghu Chong was afflicted with aphrodisiacs that day. Without a woman to have intercourse with him, his blood vessels would surely burst, causing him to die. You were the one who took Linghu Chong away that day, and you must have been the one to alleviate his suffering from the aphrodisiac, right?"

Lan Fenghuang answered painfully, "That's right! When Brother Linghu was suffering from the poison, I willingly offered myself to save him."

Lin Pingzhi lewdly chuckled, "Looks like Linghu Chong has quite the luck with women! Heh...""I'll make sure every woman who belongs to Linghu Chong is extremely happy. You've delivered yourself to my doorstep today, so don't blame me."

Lan Fenghuang cried out in fear, "You... what do you want to do?"

Lin Pingzhi lewdly said, "You used poison on me just now, now it's my turn to return the favor."

Lan Fenghuang tried to escape despite the pain, but Lin Pingzhi's hand released a cloud of white mist that scattered in the wind. A strange fragrance entered Lan Fenghuang's brain through her nostrils, and she felt as if dozens of hands were caressing her skin. A scorching flame burned all over her body, and the scene of her past lovemaking with Linghu Chong reappeared before her eyes.

Lin Pingzhi lewdly said, "In a moment, you will become as wanton as Linghu Chong's wife, just as thirsty for men. But don't worry, I won't do it to you myself. There are a bunch of men waiting outside to have sex with Linghu Chong's wife. You are also Linghu Chong's woman, so I'll let you share some of the burden, ha..."

Lin Pingzhi ordered the men waiting outside to split into two groups to rape Yingying and Lan Fenghuang.

Some impatient men swarmed forward in groups of four or five, tearing Lan Fenghuang's clothes to shreds in an instant. Some even pulled down their pants and rushed to find positions to attack.

In moments, Lan Fenghuang's voluptuous orifice, anus, and mouth were filled with hard penises. Those who couldn't get any also greedily sucked and kissed every inch of the two beauties' skin. As soon as one man ejaculated, another's penis would immediately penetrate. Their orifices were never free for a moment. After an hour, more than twenty men had raped the two women, and the number of people waiting outside was growing.

Lin Pingzhi watched the two women being gang-raped, a wicked smile on his face. He said, "Linghu Chong, after your women have been raped by hundreds of men, I will take them to Shaolin. When you know the truth, let's see how you will face the heroes of the world, ha..."

Seven days later, Lin Pingzhi led his men to Mount Song. Shaolin Temple had already received a secret report from spies, and the elite masters of Shaolin's Bodhidharma Hall and Arhat Hall were all dispatched.

Wudang Sect Leader Chongxu, along with his seven disciples, stood ready. Half an hour later, Lin Pingzhi's eight-person sedan chair and his men finally arrived at the Shaolin Temple gate. At Fangzheng's command, the Shaolin monks had already surrounded Lin Pingzhi's sedan chair.

Could the many masters of Shaolin Temple defeat Lin Pingzhi? Would Linghu Chong be able to master the "Zen Dao Heart Sword" in time? To be continued...

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