(Repost) The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Chapters 1-10

The Devil Appears -
Chapter 1: Waking Up to
Find Himself the Protagonist... Yang Zhuyu returned to China from studying at the University of California, Berkeley Medical School. As soon as he boarded the plane, he breathed a sigh of relief, recalling his six years of medical school in the US – a truly agonizing experience!
Yang Zhuyu, who considered himself a master of the pleasure quarters, had come to America hoping to immerse himself in the allure of beautiful women and enjoy the exotic atmosphere. However, most of the women there lacked romance and only knew how to indulge in debauchery. Furthermore, American women were broad-shouldered and large-bodied, either burly or unrestrained.
Facing those foreign women over 1.8 meters tall every day, Yang Zhuyu, at just over 1.7 meters, could barely keep up, even feeling nauseous countless times! Terrified, after several years, he nearly became completely despondent, devoid of any passion or desire.
Thinking back to his time studying abroad, which began with a triumphant departure, he was unexpectedly subjected to six years of brutal sexual assault by a group of ruthless women, only to return exhausted and dejected. The bitterness of that experience was indescribable, leaving him both laughing and crying!
Now, finally returning to his homeland, he felt like a prisoner escaping from a cage after enduring torture—how could he not be happy!
The first thing he saw upon boarding the plane was a slender, alluring Chinese flight attendant. He couldn't help but sigh, "Chinese girls are truly captivating, incomparable to those foreign women! No wonder countless Chinese girls marry overseas, while Chinese men marry very few foreign women! Chinese girls are so beautiful; as a Chinese person, I am truly fortunate!"
A day later, Yang Zhuyu returned to China and spent several nights idly at home. He had planned to contact his old buddies and go out for a good time to cheer himself up. But he hadn't been back for many years, and he had no idea where his old buddies had gone.
Utterly bored, he casually opened his bedside table and saw the novel *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, which he had read before studying abroad. Suddenly, a thought struck him; he remembered reading it when he was only thirteen or fourteen. Although the plot was hazy in his memory, the names of the main characters were still vividly etched in his mind. Holding the long-forgotten pages, he couldn't resist the urge to reread it…
But once he opened the yellowed pages, he was completely engrossed. For two days straight, he lay on his soft bed, finishing *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* before finally getting out of bed to find something to eat. After eating, although his stomach was full, he suddenly felt a void in his heart. Recalling the heroic spirit and various beautiful women in the book, his mind was filled with countless thoughts, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of jealousy and envy towards Zhang Wuji, who had such a string of romantic encounters.
"Ah! If only I could go back into the book, possess superb martial arts skills, and meet so many girls! Hehe, how wonderful that would be! If that were the case, I, Yang Zhuyu, would definitely be able to regain my former glory!"
Yang Zhuyu lay on his warm and soft bed, watching the sky outside the French windows gradually darken. Although it was already evening, the summer weather was still muggy, making it easy to feel sleepy. As he thought about it, drowsiness slowly crept in, so he covered his face with the book and fell fast asleep.
Just then, a shooting star streaked across the sky, landing precisely on his bed through his open window. The shooting star was only the size of a cherry, without any scorching flames, but the colorful light it emitted was dazzling and blinding, instantly enveloping Yang Zhuyu in a kaleidoscope of colors.
After the shooting star fell into the room, at first the light was just dazzling and blinding, but later the light grew stronger and stronger, the intense light almost penetrating the entire room. The intense light was blindingly white; if anyone had happened to open their eyes at that moment, the blinding light would have made it impossible to see, like being in the dark.
After the intense light, the meteor vanished without a trace, as if it had evaporated after emitting all its light, and the entire room suddenly returned to darkness.
Unfortunately, Yang Zhuyu had been fast asleep with his eyes closed throughout the entire process, and he missed this extraordinary spectacle unfolding before his eyes.
In his peaceful sleep…
Yang Zhuyu suddenly saw an old man with a long beard and white hair drifting down from the sky. The old man's hands reached his knees, and his eyebrows extended all the way to his chest. His figure was strangely ethereal. The strangest thing was his face, which seemed both clear and blurry, yet upon closer inspection, it seemed as if there was nothing at all—a face without any features.
The faceless old man slowly drifted down from the sky, leisurely floating towards Yang Zhuyu's bedside.
"Who are you? Why are you at my bedside?" Yang Zhuyu was startled and jumped up from the bed.
"I am the reincarnation of the Dream Immortal from heaven. Today, I suddenly saw a Dream Chaser Star fall into your home, so I came here specifically to find it," the faceless old man replied calmly.
"Dream Chaser Star? What is that?" Seeing that the faceless old man seemed to have no ill intentions, Yang Zhuyu felt slightly relieved, but still looked bewildered.
"The Dream Chaser Star is one of the three most magical and ancient planets in the ancient universe. It has absorbed the essence of the universe for a billion years and has the ability to travel through time and space. Wherever the Dream Chaser Star falls, there will be someone whose dreams can come true."
"What? It can make people's dreams come true? You must be joking!" Yang Zhuyu was surprised again.
"Yes, it can make dreams come true," the Dream Immortal affirmed definitively. He then looked around the room and added, "I followed the Dream Chaser all the way here, and disappeared just as I reached your house. It seems the Dream Chaser has granted your wish to come true and then returned to the universe."
Yang Zhuyu was overjoyed, never expecting such a miraculous encounter. But upon reflection, he felt it was just like the stories he used to fabricate for others—completely baseless and ultimately too far-fetched. He shook his head in disbelief, casually picking up the copy of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* beside him and asking, "I want to go to the world of this book, is that possible?"
The Dream Immortal nodded, a slight smile in his voice: "Is this your dream?" Suddenly, his body rose into the air, slowly drifting towards the window and disappearing into the boundless darkness.
"Hey, hey! You still haven't told me! Is it possible or not?" Yang Zhuyu, seeing him suddenly depart, leaving only a wisp of wind in his room, hurriedly chased after him to the window, calling out.
At this moment, a voice echoed from the endless horizon: "Since you've already told Dream Chaser Star your wish, why can't you go to that book? Haha, haha...! When you wake up from this dream, you'll be the protagonist of that book!"
Chapter 2 The Protagonist's Heroic Deeds
Yang Zhuyu was still fast asleep, savoring the strange dream he'd just had, when suddenly a cool breeze swept over him, making him shiver all over. The sweltering summer felt strangely chilly.
He rolled over on the soft mattress, his eyes still closed, and reached out to grab the blanket to cover his cold body. But his hand felt cold again; instead of the blanket, it felt like he'd grabbed a handful of icy cotton.
Half-asleep, he felt a little strange and thought, "If only I could wake up in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber!" Another chill swept over him. Unable to fall back asleep, he struggled to get out of bed and open his eyes.
"Oh dear! How did I end up sleeping here?"
Yang Zhuyu cried out, instantly wide awake. Upon closer inspection, he realized he wasn't sleeping in his own bed at home, but rather in the melting snow and ice beneath a cliff.
Looking at the biting wind and swirling snow, the world a stark white,
Yang Zhuyu stood frozen in place. He recalled that yesterday was the height of summer, and now he woke up to a world blanketed in snow. His mind was blank, utterly bewildered. Another gust of cold wind blew against his back, and Yang Zhuyu shivered, his mind clearing slightly. Remembering the strange dream he'd had the night before, he couldn't help but wonder: "I woke up to this icy wasteland without any reason, traversing an entire season overnight. Could my dream have come true, transporting me to the early Ming Dynasty, the era of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber? Is this no longer my 21st century?" But how could he believe a dream? He shook his head, thinking he was still dreaming, but the gusts of wind and the swirling snowflakes were unmistakable, even the cries of crows in the sky seemed clear and distinct. Everything proved he couldn't possibly still be dreaming.
"...Ah...ah..."
Just as Yang Zhuyu was completely bewildered, a long, piercing scream echoed from the sky. He recalled the dream of the celestial being who had appeared in his sleep the previous night, and his heart skipped a beat. He thought, "The voice descended from the sky; could it be a deity coming to guide me again?" He quickly looked up, awaiting the arrival of the celestial being.
"Boom!!"
Just as Yang Zhuyu raised his head to gaze at the sky, he heard a loud bang. An object had landed about two meters in front of him. The object was clumsy and heavy, scattering snowflakes everywhere and embedding itself more than two feet deep in the snow.
"It fell so fast, like a stone. It's not a deity!" Yang Zhuyu saw that the object looked as if it had been thrown from a cliff, landing solidly without any of the graceful ease of a deity. He was greatly disappointed and curiously looked up at the cliff.
The cliff was steep and sheer, rising straight into the clouds. From below, only a hazy white mist could be seen. He couldn't help but mutter, "Who threw something down from such a high cliff? Luckily I was lucky; if that thing had landed on me, I would have broken my bones from the force of the fall!"
"Ouch! My leg hurts so much..."
Yang Zhuyu, who had been staring blankly at the cliff, suddenly heard a painful cry from something in the snow pit in front of him. His heart skipped a beat, and he thought, "So someone fell from there!" He hurried to the snow pit where the person had fallen and saw that the person's entire body was deeply embedded in the snow, as if buried alive.
"Cough, cough, who...who are you? How did you fall from such a high cliff?"
"My name is...my name is Zhang Wuji. I...I was tricked by someone...that's why I fell! Ouch, my leg, my leg seems broken!" The person buried in the snow groaned and stretched out a hand from the snow to support himself, struggling to sit up.
"Zhang Wuji!" Yang Zhuyu exclaimed, his head buzzing, his thoughts racing. He thought, isn't Zhang Wuji the guy from "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" who had such great luck with women? Had he really arrived in the era of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber"? He hurriedly asked, "You...you are Zhang Wuji?" As soon as he finished asking, fearing that the answer wasn't reliable enough, he added, "Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple Zhang Wuji?"
"How do you know my grandmaster is Zhang Sanfeng?" This time it was Zhang Wuji's turn to look surprised.
Zhang Wuji's question proved that he was indeed Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple. Yang Zhuyu slapped his forehead, both excited and happy. He hadn't expected to actually transmigrate into Jin Yong's *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*. Looking at Zhang Wuji, who was even more bewildered than himself, he naturally recalled the plot of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*. "Oh, so I've just transmigrated to the time when Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and was tricked by Zhu Changling into falling off a cliff. It seems reality and the book's description are spot on; Zhang Wuji really did break his leg."
"Brother...brother, what...what are you thinking about? You haven't answered my question yet!" Zhang Wuji had lived alone in Kunlun Immortal Realm for six years, never interacting with outsiders, and his initial speech was somewhat stuttering and awkward.
"Oh, oh, nothing. Hehe, you're Zhang Zhenren's grand-disciple, the son of Zhang Cuishan of Wudang, who doesn't know that?" Yang Zhuyu replied casually. Suddenly remembering that he was the main male protagonist of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, he curiously looked him over. A tattered, small outfit clung to Zhang Wuji's slightly burly frame, making him look somewhat comical. His hair was a mess, and his face was bruised and battered. Only his eyes retained a hint of heroism, but he lacked any semblance of elegance or handsomeness, appearing rather disheveled like a savage who had escaped from a primeval forest. While he wasn't "self-admiring," and wouldn't dare call himself a handsome man, he was certainly far superior to Yang Zhuyu in his current state.
Seeing Yang Zhuyu looking him up and down, Zhang Wuji felt slightly embarrassed, sitting on the snow, his legs throbbing with pain again. Forget about saving face, he pleaded, "Brother, I beg you... I beg you to help me. Luckily, the snow is very thick, otherwise I would have fallen to my death at the bottom of this cliff. Cough, cough, although I survived, my leg is broken, and it seems I won't be able to walk for at least a month. Could you... could you help me carry me to a place where I can shelter from the wind and snow?"
"Of course!" Yang Zhuyu, having received higher education since childhood, also enjoyed helping others, so he readily agreed when someone asked him for help. But as soon as the words left his mouth, a series of question marks suddenly flooded his mind, and a wicked thought immediately surfaced. He thought, "You're Zhang Wuji, which means you're my number one rival in love in The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Hehe, if I save you now, according to the plot of the book, you'll steal all the benefits in the future. The empire, the beauties, the miraculous martial arts—wouldn't I have nothing left? If I take advantage of your serious injury and inability to resist now, I might as well kill you, thus eliminating future troubles." "
Brother... Brother! What are you thinking?" Zhang Wuji saw that Yang Zhuyu had readily agreed to his request, but hadn't stepped forward to help him. Little did he know that Yang Zhuyu had suddenly harbored ill intentions.
Yang Zhuyu smiled sinisterly, but pretended to be serious and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Look, there's a thatched hut not far away. I'll help you over there and then treat your leg injury." He walked up to Zhang Wuji, pretending to help him up, and then prepared to end his life. Having studied medicine in America for six years, he was already accustomed to corpses and dripping blood; if asked to kill, he wouldn't even flinch. But looking down at Zhang Wuji's pitiful eyes, he felt a pang of sympathy. After all, Zhang Wuji had no grudge against him, and he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Brother, thank you so much, you're such a good person." Zhang Wuji had been bullied countless times since childhood, and few had genuinely helped him. Now, being helped up by Yang Zhuyu, he was deeply moved and thanked him repeatedly, his eyes even reddening.
Hearing his repeated thanks, Yang Zhuyu's heart softened even more, thinking that taking advantage of someone in distress was truly not his style. Suddenly, a resounding decision formed in his mind: "Hmph, what's the point of killing you now? If everything goes too smoothly, it'll be too unexciting. I'll rely on my own true abilities to become the protagonist of 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber,' I'll take everything you have in the future, and push you aside so you can sit on the sidelines for the rest of your life. Hehe! That way, I can better demonstrate my strength!"
Chapter 3: Shamelessly Becoming Brothers
Yang Zhuyu, a medical master's graduate from overseas, was naturally proficient in medicine. He dragged Zhang Wuji to the thatched hut and saw that his leg injury was severe (in modern medical terms, it was probably a comminuted fracture). If it was delayed too long, it would definitely cause lifelong disability. As a medical student, helping the wounded was his duty. So, without thinking about how much Zhang Wuji would hinder his dreams in the future, he performed a simple bone-setting operation on him in the thatched hut, made bandages with coarse cloth, and found several appropriately sized wooden sticks to fix his broken leg.
The following day, seeing that Zhang Wuji's injured leg had not yet healed and that he was unable to go out to find food, he personally went to the snowfield to hunt a few crows, roasted them, and shared them with Zhang Wuji, treating him as if he were his own patient.
Seeing Yang Zhuyu set his bones and heal his injuries, and even find him food, Zhang Wuji was moved to tears once again. Realizing he didn't know his benefactor's name, he said, "Thank you for saving me, brother. I will never forget you. But I still don't... know your honorable name?"
"My name is Yang Zhuyu. Healing people is a doctor's duty. No need for 'never forgetting you.'"
"So you're a doctor! No wonder your bone-setting technique is so skillful. Cough, cough, I also studied medicine for a few years before, so we can be considered colleagues." Zhang Wuji was delighted to meet a fellow doctor and immediately established a connection.
Yang Zhuyu naturally knew that Zhang Wuji had studied medicine with Hu Qingniu in Butterfly Valley. Thinking of Hu Qingniu, who was known for his "refusal to save those in distress," yet was the world's greatest physician, and Zhang Wuji had inherited his skills, Yang Zhuyu couldn't help but wonder: "I wonder who has the superior medical skills, this medical master of our high-tech era, compared to this disciple who is hundreds of years behind me?" So, he deliberately smiled amicably at Zhang Wuji and began to chat using medical terminology.
Zhang Wuji was extremely proficient in traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, but Western medicine didn't exist in his time, so he naturally knew nothing about it. He and Yang Zhuyu talked for half the night. When Yang Zhuyu explained the principles of Western surgical procedures and treatments, as well as various high-tech treatment plans, Zhang Wuji was speechless and dumbfounded, believing these to be unparalleled medical marvels, yet Yang Zhuyu spoke of them so casually. He couldn't help but admire Yang Zhuyu greatly, praising him, "Brother, your achievements in medicine are simply unparalleled! Even what Mr. Hu Qingniu dared not imagine back then, you described so easily. You are practically the reincarnation of Hua Tuo and Bian Que! I am truly impressed! Compared to you, I am far inferior, utterly insignificant!"
Yang Zhuyu spoke eloquently, unabashedly claiming all the wisdom of people around the world accumulated over thousands of years, but on the surface, he feigned humility, saying, "You flatter me, you flatter me. This is just a little bit of my personal experience, nothing to speak of as unparalleled." In his heart, he was secretly pleased, thinking, "It seems that I, a medical master's degree holder from the 21st century, am still no worse than you, the disciple of an ancient divine physician." In truth, if it came down to prescribing medicine and treating illnesses, he might not be able to surpass Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji had never had a friend his own age (Zhou Zhiruo didn't count; she was a childhood friend he hadn't seen since adulthood). Perhaps it had been years since he'd had a proper conversation with anyone, so meeting Yang Zhuyu felt like meeting a kindred spirit. Seeing that Yang Zhuyu was roughly the same age as him, he suddenly had an idea and said to Yang Zhuyu, "Brother, you healed my illness and wounds, and we hit it off immediately. How about... how about we become sworn brothers?" Having been isolated from the outside world for years, his heart was still innocent and carefree, naturally assuming Yang Zhuyu's sincerity.
"What? You want to become sworn brothers with me?" Yang Zhuyu exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening. "Yes...yes, does brother...look down on me? Do you think I...I'm not good enough for you, and don't want to become sworn brothers with me?" Seeing his surprised expression, Zhang Wuji felt a little uneasy.
Yang Zhuyu smiled bitterly to himself; he hadn't expected that his biggest obstacle in the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" would actually want to become sworn brothers with him. Seeing the sincerity and longing in Zhang Wuji's eyes, he thought that if he became brothers with him, how could he possibly steal his woman or learn his martial arts? So he spread his hands helplessly and said, "Of course you are worthy of me, but I am not worthy of you!"
Hearing Yang Zhuyu's words, Zhang Wuji's face lit up with joy. He had misunderstood Yang Zhuyu's meaning, thinking that Yang Zhuyu's words were a sign of humility and agreement. Without thinking twice, he dragged his injured leg and knelt on the ground, happily raising his hand to swear an oath: "I swear to the heavens above, and to the earth before me! I, Zhang Wuji, today swear to become sworn brothers with Yang Zhuyu. From now on, we will share joys and sorrows, and support each other through life and death until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble. We may not be born on the same day, month, and year, but we vow to die on the same day, month, and year." His words were resolute, revealing his unwavering sincerity.
Yang Zhuyu hadn't expected him to be so naive, failing to understand the meaning behind his words. But things had come to this point, and he felt a little embarrassed if he didn't say something. Looking at Zhang Wuji's excited expression, he could only kneel helplessly on the ground, lazily raising one hand and mechanically reciting: "I swear to the heavens above, and to the earth before me! I, Yang Zhuyu, today swear brotherhood with Zhang Wuji, sharing both fortune and misfortune, supporting each other through life and death until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble. We may not be born on the same day, month, and year, but we will die on the same day, month, and year..." His tone was lazy and indifferent, utterly false.
He deliberately changed "different surname" to "different gender," which, while sounding the same, had a different meaning. He meant: "The Zhang Wuji I swear brotherhood with is a woman. If I meet a male Zhang Wuji in the future, I have every reason not to acknowledge him as my brother." At this time ,
Zhang Wuji had been living alone in Kunlun Immortal Realm for six years. Having never interacted with outsiders, he didn't see through Yang Zhuyu's feigned innocence. Still excited, he said, "I'm exactly 23 years old this year. How old are you?"
"I'm a year younger than you," Yang Zhuyu replied casually.
"Haha, then I'll have to shamelessly be the eldest, and you'll have to be the second eldest." Zhang Wuji excitedly grabbed Yang Zhuyu's hand, saying, "Second brother, from now on we're brothers!"
Yang Zhuyu's head was buzzing; he was so angry he almost fainted. He managed to force a stiff smile, inwardly crying out in injustice: "Damn it! I accidentally pretended to become sworn brothers with you, and now I've accidentally become your 'second eldest'! This is going to make me lose face for the rest of my life! I just arrived here, and I've already ruined everything I planned. What a fucking jinx!"
Chapter 4 Hero in Distress, Ugly Girl Emerges Zhang
Wuji and Yang Zhuyu had become sworn brothers, so Zhang Wuji naturally treated Yang Zhuyu as a true brother. He hadn't had such a close conversation with anyone in years, and now he just wanted to pour out everything he'd kept bottled up for years, sharing it all with his newly met "second brother." He bombarded Yang Zhuyu with questions, both excited and concerned. Yang Zhuyu, on the other hand, was incredibly annoyed. He'd just transmigrated here and already encountered a hopeless friend who clung to him like glue. He wanted to leave but couldn't find an excuse, so he could only try his best to deal with him.
Just then, he heard someone approaching from the snow in the distance, their footsteps light and delicate, like a woman's.
Yang Zhuyu's heart skipped a beat, as if a savior had appeared after his misfortune. He immediately thought of Zhang Wuji's cousin, Yin Li (Zhu'er), remembering that Zhu'er appeared at this time in the novel. He didn't want Zhu'er to meet her "Brother A Niu," so he quickly stood up and feigned concern, saying, "Brother, it seems someone's coming." "Let me go out and see. If it's any villains, bad guys, robbers, or bandits, I can deal with them and prevent them from bothering you while you're treating your leg injury."
"Maybe they're not villains. Second brother, you'd better be careful." Zhang Wuji felt a surge of relief seeing his newly sworn "brother" showing such concern.
Yang Zhuyu nodded hurriedly and rushed out the door, feeling a cool breeze and a sudden sense of relief. He shook his head with a wry smile, thinking to himself, "Once I'm out of this hut, I never want to go back in to see that 'elder brother' again!" Yang Zhuyu went outside and walked towards the woman. A woman carrying a bamboo basket approached quickly. Seeing Yang Zhuyu walking through the snow, she exclaimed "Eh! "
and stopped in surprise. Yang Zhuyu looked closely and saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a simple cloth skirt. She was a poor village girl, with a dark face, puffy, uneven skin, and was quite ugly, except for her bright eyes. Aside from her head, she was slender and beautiful.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the girl asked, her expression slightly startled, her tone somewhat forceful and domineering.
Seeing the girl's dark and swollen face, Yang Zhuyu knew he hadn't been wrong; the newcomer was indeed Zhang Wuji's cousin, Zhu'er. He quickly blocked her path, preventing her from walking towards Zhang Wuji.
Zhu'er, seeing the man staring at her and blocking her way, suddenly became angry, snorted, and said, "You brat, what are you staring at me for?"
"Ahem, ahem, I just happened to see you in this desolate, snowy place, and I found it a bit strange." Yang Zhuyu, seeing Zhu'er for the first time, was still somewhat stunned by her appearance. But seeing her delicate, voluptuous figure, and the fair neck and arms exposed outside her dress, he couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, thinking that the Thousand Spider Poison Hand technique was truly harmful, turning a beautiful young girl into this state!
"You have shifty eyes, you're obviously no good. I'll gouge your eyes out!" Knowing her own ugliness, Zhu'er hated nothing more than people staring at her. With a sharp cry, she was about to teach Yang Zhuyu a lesson.
Yang Zhuyu was taken aback, not expecting her to resort to violence so easily. He realized that a mere scholar like himself was no match for these women of the martial world. "Hey, hey! Wait! Miss, you've misunderstood. Please let me finish speaking before you attack, okay?" In his panic, he hurriedly waved his hands and shouted.
Seeing Yang Zhuyu's flustered and flailing movements, Zhu'er realized he didn't know martial arts. She smiled and said, "So you're just an ignorant village rascal. I'll let you off this time, but if you dare to stare at people like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Yang Zhuyu, seeing her slight smile and the cunning glint in her eyes, was momentarily stunned. He suddenly remembered that her face wasn't naturally ugly, but rather the result of practicing poison techniques. He had studied plastic surgery and skin grafts during his studies abroad, so treating the swelling on her face wouldn't be difficult.
"Ahem, young lady, you've really misunderstood. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm actually a doctor, specializing in treating conditions like yours. I just happened to see you today and wanted to treat the scars on your face." Since he was confident he could treat her, Yang Zhuyu quickly defended himself.
"Stop bragging! You're not some reincarnated miracle doctor. I became like this because I was practicing martial arts; I can't possibly go back to my original appearance." Zhu'er, naturally, didn't believe Yang Zhuyu's words, and her brows furrowed in anger. But girls love beauty, and since the man before her claimed he could cure the swelling on her face, she couldn't help but ask, "You... are you telling the truth?"
Yang Zhuyu was delighted; clearly, she had been moved by his words. He said seriously, "Of course, every word is true. At most, it will only take a few days for me to restore you to your original appearance."
"Hey, second brother, who are you talking to? Are there some bandits or villains?"
Yang Zhuyu was trying to get closer to Zhu'er to convince her when Zhang Wuji's voice suddenly came from the thatched hut. It turned out that Zhang Wuji had only faintly heard Yang Zhuyu's voice from the thatched hut, but hadn't seen him return. Unable to leave the hut to check due to his broken leg, he could only shout from inside.
"Huh, there's someone in that thatched hut!" Zhu'er exclaimed in surprise upon hearing the shout.
"Oh, young lady, don't be surprised. That's a friend of mine, just an ordinary person. He broke his leg and is recuperating in this hut," Yang Zhuyu quickly explained. To avoid arousing Zhang Wuji's suspicion, he shouted towards the hut, "Brother, you should rest well inside. It's very peaceful outside. I'll be there in a little while."
Just as Yang Zhuyu finished speaking, he suddenly heard several barks from afar. The barking grew closer, and a woman's giggles echoed from a distance: "Cousin, we caught that ugly monster today! I'll make my dogs kill her!"
"Oh no! Zhu Jiuzhen and her pack of vicious dogs are chasing me!" Zhu'er suddenly exclaimed in panic.
"Zhu Jiuzhen! Isn't she the woman who once bewitched Zhang Wuji and caused him to fall off a cliff?" Yang Zhuyu immediately thought of that beautiful but vicious woman.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? Do you want to become her vicious dog's meal?" Zhu'er shouted, pulling Yang Zhuyu away into the snow.
Yang Zhuyu had wanted to see what Zhu Jiuzhen looked like, but Zhu'er dragged him away without explanation. He stammered, "I haven't offended her! Why do you run away just because you hear her voice?"
Zhu'er kept running, saying, "You haven't offended her, but I have. I killed her vicious dog (General Pingxi), and she's looking for revenge! If she sees me with you, she certainly won't let you off the hook."
"I...I also want to see what...the eldest daughter of the Zhu family looks like," Yang Zhuyu couldn't help but blurt out his thoughts. "Hmph, you really are a little rascal! If you want to see so badly, I'll secretly take you to see her tonight," Zhu'er said angrily.
"Hehe, I was just joking! Wow! Run! She's catching up!" Seeing the howling of the vicious dogs behind them growing louder as the two spoke, Yang Zhuyu and Zhu'er sprinted away, secretly thinking, "Hehe, Zhang Wuji, I'll leave you to your first love, Zhu Jiuzhen. I hope she unleashes her vicious dogs to kill you, so I can legitimately get rid of a major worry!" He was also excited, thinking about how he had disrupted the original plot as soon as he entered the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*. He made a firm resolution: "To make something of myself and win the heart of a beauty, I must learn unparalleled skills. I must find a way to cultivate profound martial arts!"
Chapter 5: Falling Behind Leads to Falling Behind
Yang Zhuyu and Zhu'er sprinted, finally managing to shake off Zhu Jiuzhen and the pack of vicious dogs. Both were panting heavily. Looking at each other, they burst into laughter. After this run, they seemed much closer.
"Hey, my name is Zhu'er. I don't know your name yet?" Zhu'er stopped laughing and squatted down in the snow to ask. Yang Zhuyu naturally already knew her name, so he also sat down in the snow and deliberately said "Oh," panting, "I...I'm called Yang Zhuyu...What's your surname? What's your name?"
Zhu'er's body trembled, and she said calmly, "I don't have a surname." After a moment, she slowly said, "My biological father doesn't want me. He'll kill me if he sees me. How can I take my father's surname? I killed my mother, so I can't take her surname either. I'm ugly, and many people are afraid of me. Just call me Zhu'er."
Yang Zhuyu saw the sadness in her expression and knew that she had killed her father's concubine and caused her mother's death. Seeing those clear eyes, both cunning and charming, he felt the urge to restore her appearance immediately.
"I know I'm ugly, why do you keep staring at me like that? What are you thinking?" Zhu'er seemed to have gotten used to Yang Zhuyu staring at her, and this time she didn't get angry, but just said with a slightly sad tone.
Yang Zhuyu stared at her blankly, seeing that she wasn't angry, but her face was full of sorrow, clearly showing that she was inexplicably sad. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, so he said gently, "Zhu'er, I know something is bothering you. If you feel uncomfortable, can you tell me?"
Hearing his gentle words, Zhu'er seemed to really be full of sadness, and she could no longer hold back. She suddenly sat down in his arms, covered her head with her hands, and began to sob.
Yang Zhuyu felt a soft and fragrant body fall into his arms, and the two proud jade peaks on her chest pressed against his thighs. How could he resist such temptation? A wicked thought immediately surged into his heart...
He quietly placed a hand on her buttocks, preparing to lower his head and kiss her ear, when he suddenly noticed her shoulders heaving as she cried, her slender waist like a wasp, her expression pitiful. His heart softened, and he couldn't bring himself to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. All his lustful thoughts vanished, and he whispered, "Zhu'er, who bullied you? I'll definitely go and avenge you." Although he knew he wasn't capable enough to help Zhu'er at the moment, as a man, bold words naturally came out of his mouth.
Zhu'er couldn't stop crying, truly relying on Yang Zhuyu's embrace for comfort. After a while, she said, "No one bullied me; it's just that I was born with a hard life. It's all my fault; I always think about someone and can't let him go."
Yang Zhuyu nodded, hearing the tenderness in her voice, a surge of jealousy welled up inside him. He thought, "The person she's talking about certainly isn't her father or mother; it must be that damned Zhang Wuji!" Pretending to be completely unaware, he asked, "You're talking about a young man, right? He's very handsome, isn't he?"
Zhu'er blushed slightly and whispered, "Yes! He's very handsome, but also very arrogant. I wanted him to come with me, but he refused." "That was fine, but who knew he would bite me so badly I was covered in blood."
Seeing his guess was right, Yang Zhuyu was furious, thinking, "Handsome my foot! Dark-skinned, with a stubble beard, he's nothing special; he shamelessly wants to become sworn brothers with me, he can't be that proud!" Jealousy welled up, and to sow discord between Zhu'er and him, he deliberately said seriously, "This man is so rude and unreasonable, even biting like a vicious dog, he must be mentally disturbed. Zhu'er, you should never talk to him again." Actually, Zhang Wuji was quite handsome, but when Yang Zhuyu met him, he had spent several years living like a savage in a cave in Kunlun Wonderland, unkempt, dirty, and rustic, making him quite unattractive. He was also proud and resilient, but when he met Yang Zhuyu, he thought Yang Zhuyu was sincere, so he was moved and wanted to become sworn brothers with him.
Zhu'er shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "But...but I can't let go of him. The more he avoids me, the more I want to find him. Alas, I can't find him anywhere."
Yang Zhuyu felt a pang of sadness seeing her so infatuated with Zhang Wuji, thinking how fortunate he was that he hadn't let them meet. Suddenly, he remembered the intimate moment Zhu'er and Zhang Wuji had shared, even biting each other's hands until they bled, at Butterfly Valley; Zhou Zhiruo and he had shared a boat ride on the Han River, where she fed him rice and porridge; even the young princess Zhao Min had met him once as a child. It seemed that he, the "outsider," was always lagging behind, and he didn't know how much effort and trouble he would have to go through to achieve his wish. He couldn't help but feel deep regret, cursing himself for not killing Zhang Wuji back then. It was all his fault for taking advantage of a hero and being too soft-hearted. Looking at Zhu'er's bewildered and melancholy expression in his arms, he secretly vowed, "I can't fall behind at one step and then fall behind at every step. I must change you and make you put your whole heart into me."
Knowing that Zhu'er's heart was now filled with Zhang Wuji, he sighed helplessly and simply held her in his arms without saying a word.
"Didn't you just say you wanted to see that Zhu Jiuzhen? You stinky men are all like this, just like my father, only interested in pretty women. Come on, I'll take you there now." After crying enough, Zhu'er suddenly stood up from Yang Zhuyu's arms in the snow, becoming as domineering as ever, grabbing Yang Zhuyu's hand and trying to leave.
Yang Zhuyu didn't know why she had changed her mind so suddenly. He thought it must be because she was ugly and remembered that he had said he wanted to see Zhu Jiuzhen, so she was angry. "Zhu'er, aren't you afraid of her vicious dogs?" He followed Zhu'er for a few steps, then asked hesitantly.
"Hehe, you're not only a little hooligan, but a cowardly and useless one. A few vicious dogs scared you so much you lost all your courage." Zhu'er chuckled. She now considered Yang Zhuyu as someone close to her, and even joked with him. She added, "Do you dare come with me?" Her tone was full of provocation, as if she looked down on Yang Zhuyu and knew he wouldn't dare.
"Hmph, who said I'm a 'useless' little hooligan? I'm incredibly bold! Hehe, one day I'll show you whether I'm useful or not." Yang Zhuyu sneered inwardly, clearly unconvinced, and shouted, "Fine, I'll go! What do I have to be afraid of!"
"Alright, let's go then!" Zhu'er knew Zhu Jiuzhen's residence well and led the way, walking through the snow.
Yang Zhuyu followed for a while, remembering that Zhu'er had killed Zhu Jiuzhen's vicious dog, and asked curiously, "Why did you kill Zhu Jiuzhen's vicious dog?" Zhu'er's face turned cold, and she said, "That girl is willful and capricious. Who told her to call me an ugly monster? Humph, she couldn't beat me herself, so she called her cousin to bully me! They ganged up on me and hit me, making me hurt for days. I'm not satisfied, and now I'm going to find her for revenge."
Yang Zhuyu smiled bitterly, wondering how she planned to get revenge, thinking, "Aren't you just as willful and capricious yourself!"
Chapter 6 Sweet Words and Lofty Ambitions
The two arrived at Wu Family Manor, where Zhu Jiuzhen lived. It was already dark, and a pale crescent moon hung in the sky. The manor was located on a high mountain near Kunlun Mountain, and its atmosphere was quite majestic.
"Look, this is where Zhu Jiuzhen lives." Zhu'er gestured towards the courtyard of the manor.
"It's already dark, and the gates are all closed. How are we supposed to get in?" Yang Zhuyu asked, seeing the manor gates tightly shut and the manor silent in the dim night.
"You big idiot! Who said we were going to go in through the gate? We're not here as guests. Hehe, even if the manor gates were open, they might not welcome us." Zhu'er pouted and teased him, then suddenly said, "Come on, follow me!" She grabbed Yang Zhuyu's arm and leaped towards the high courtyard wall.
Yang Zhuyu felt a lightness in his body as he and Zhu'er leaped over the four- or five-meter-high wall, inwardly exclaiming, "I'm ashamed!" He knew he could never have flown that high. He thought about how Zhu'er's martial arts were only considered third-rate in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber competition, yet he considered them incredibly powerful, and a longing for truly formidable martial arts surged within him.
Zhu'er had sneaked into the manor several times at night and was very familiar with the terrain. She led Yang Zhuyu through the many courtyards of the manor, and soon they arrived at the outside of a room lit by a dim yellow oil lamp.
"This house seems to be occupied. Who lives here?" Yang Zhuyu whispered in Zhu'er's ear. A smile flickered across Zhu'er's lips as she said, "This is the room of Zhu Jiuzhen, one of the famous Snow Ridge Twin Beauties, the boudoir of the beauty you've been hoping to see. Hehe, but you're just dreaming. You'll never get a chance; she married her cousin Wei Bi a long time ago."
"The Snow Ridge Twin Beauties!" Yang Zhuyu immediately thought of another of Zhang Wuji's childhood crushes, and, like a sour grapes, he said, "Zhu Jiuzhen is ruthless; I wouldn't even think about her. Hehe, you mean Wu Qingying lives here too?" Zhu'er glared at Yang Zhuyu, scolding, "You little rascal, still lustful! As soon as you heard Zhu Jiuzhen got married, you immediately thought of her sister, Wu Qingying." She paused, then added, "But you're quite knowledgeable, you even know about the Snow Ridge Twin Beauties!"
Yang Zhuyu, caught off guard, blushed with embarrassment, but luckily it was dark and Zhu'er didn't see it. Scratching his head, he said, "Since you can't beat the Snow Ridge Twins and Wei Bi, why did you bring me here?" Zhu'er retorted, "Who said I can't beat them? If they attacked one by one, none of them would be a match for me." She snorted angrily and sighed, "It's all your fault for being useless. You can't help me at all. Since I can't do it openly, I'll have to resort to underhanded tactics."
If Yang Zhuyu was only slightly embarrassed before, this time he was truly ashamed. Thinking that he was useless and couldn't help Zhu'er, he felt utterly humiliated in front of the girl and couldn't help at all. He couldn't help but hang his head in dejection.
Seeing Yang Zhuyu's dejected look, Zhu'er knew she had hurt his pride with her words. She deliberately tugged at his sleeve and teased, "Hey! Are you upset? I was just joking, don't take it to heart."
Yang Zhuyu felt even more ashamed at Zhu'er's gentle comfort. He knew that although he didn't know martial arts, he absolutely couldn't lose his composure. To save face, he raised his voice and said, "Zhu'er, I promise I'll learn the skills to conquer the world. No matter who bullies you, I'll help you, and I'll never let you suffer again."
Zhu'er saw that Yang Zhuyu's expression was serious, and his words were firm and resolute, completely devoid of his previous playful and joking manner. As a young woman, she was easily moved by genuine affection, and a wave of emotion washed over her. A hint of embarrassment flickered in her eyes as she whispered, "I'm so ugly, why...why are you so...so kind to me?" Yang Zhuyu was slightly taken aback. He hadn't considered that he was being kind to Zhu'er. Having been a seasoned womanizer, such bold pronouncements were commonplace, sometimes so often that even he himself doubted their validity. But to the pure-hearted Zhu'er, they sounded like deeply moving vows. A surge of secret joy welled up within him. He thought, "Girls in this era are so innocent; a single sentence has moved her. Haha, this is truly a wonderful thing. It seems that with a few sweet words, it won't be long before I completely replace that brat Zhang Wuji in her heart."
"Why...why aren't you saying anything?" Zhu'er, seeing Yang Zhuyu's expression shift between contemplation and a strange smile, couldn't help but speak again.
Yang Zhuyu immediately snapped out of his thoughts, remembering that once the swelling on Zhu'er's face subsided, she would be a stunning beauty. He quickly replied, "Zhu'er, don't overthink it. Who said you're ugly? You were originally a beautiful girl, it's just that practicing martial arts has made you... a little ugly. Don't worry, once I remove the swelling from your face, you'll regain your original beauty." After saying this, to show his sincerity, he used the same words he used to use to please girls: "Even if you stay like this forever, I'll still treat you well, and I won't let anyone bully you." "I'll make sure you suffer even the slightest grievance. If you're happy, I'll be happy with you; if you're unhappy, I'll find a way to make you happy..." But inwardly, he chuckled mischievously, "Even if you want it to stay like this forever, it's impossible. With the advanced medical technology I brought from the future, curing the swelling on your face is a piece of cake."
Zhu'er, who had lived on a deserted island since childhood, had never heard a man speak to her so intimately. Receiving Yang Zhuyu's definite and "sincere" answer, and hearing his sweet words, she felt a surge of overwhelming emotion. Although she didn't quite believe Yang Zhuyu could cure the swelling on her face, she didn't care whether he was lying or not, and softly said, "Brother Yang, you're so good to me, I'm so...so happy. Ah! If...if he treated me like you...like this, that would be so good." She had previously called Yang Zhuyu a little rascal, but now she called him "Brother Yang."
Yang Zhuyu felt his hope of conquering Zhu'er was like a raging fire, secretly gloating. But upon hearing Zhu'er's last words, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, extinguishing the flames completely. A pang of pain shot through him. He thought, "The person she deeply loves is still Zhang Wuji. Although she affectionately called me 'Big Brother,' I can't replace him. With my current status, I'm at best a pitiful substitute! Alas! Ancient women, though innocent and pure, are devoted in love. If I want to completely erase Zhang Wuji from her mind, it seems a few sweet words aren't enough!"
Chapter 7 Two Women Competing for a Husband Lose Their Charm
"Who's outside in the middle of the night?" A delicate shout came from inside the house. It turned out that Yang Zhuyu's "vows" had been spoken rather loudly, and the person inside had faintly heard them.
Realizing he and Zhu'er had been discovered, Yang Zhuyu panicked and was about to respond. Suddenly, Zhu'er hissed, grabbed his arm, and dragged him into a shady spot under a tree. She glanced sideways at a pavilion a few feet away, signaling him to be quiet.
Yang Zhuyu was slightly startled, but immediately reacted, looking in the direction Zhu'er had pointed. He saw a graceful woman in green emerge from the pavilion.
The woman walked to Zhu Jiuzhen's room and said, "Sister, your ears are sharp! I just happened to be passing by, and you heard me."
Hearing the woman in green speak, Yang Zhuyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "So Zhu Jiuzhen didn't notice me and Zhu'er." Just then, he felt a slight warmth and tickling on his ear. Turning his head, he saw Zhu'er breathing on his neck. Zhu'er smiled knowingly, "Little rascal, you're so lucky! Wu Qingying, whom you wanted to see, is here too!" Her tone regained its usual playfulness and humor.
"She is Wu Qingying!" Yang Zhuyu was somewhat surprised to see Wu Qingying before Zhu Jiuzhen. Suddenly realizing his voice was a little loud, he quickly covered his mouth. Just then, he heard Zhu'er whisper teasingly beside him, "I told you you're a little hooligan! You can't control your emotions after just seeing her! Disgusting!"
Yang Zhuyu chuckled to himself, thinking, "It's human nature for a gentleman to be attracted to beauty!" He then carefully examined Wu Qingying. In the pale moonlight, she carried a long sword with a red tassel on her back. Her figure was curvaceous, and her walk was very alluring. Her fair face was also quite attractive; she was indeed a beauty.
"Hmph, just passing by here. How come you always seem to be passing by here every night? Hmph, hmph, I think you're deliberately passing by here, aren't you?"
Yang Zhuyu was admiring Wu Qingying under the moonlight when he heard an angry shout coming from inside the house. He thought, "The person speaking is naturally Zhu Jiuzhen, but judging from her tone, it seems these two beauties of Snow Ridge are having relationship problems!"
Sure enough, Wu Qingying's tone immediately turned cold and sharp: "This huge manor doesn't belong to you alone. I can go wherever I want, what does it have to do with you?" "Relationship? I only call you 'sister' because I'm in a good mood. If I'm not, I wouldn't even bother with you!"
Zhu Jiuzhen, seemingly furious, sneered, "Call me 'sister'! I don't want a sister like you! I don't have a sister as shameless as you, trying to seduce your own brother-in-law! If word gets out, I'm afraid it will ruin my reputation. Hmph, of course you can go wherever you want. You might even be hoping I'm not in the room and Wei Bi is alone, so you can come directly to my room, right?"
"You...you..." Wu Qingying trembled, her words stammering with anger. It turned out that both she and Zhu Jiuzhen liked Wei Bi, but because she was Wei Bi's junior sister while Zhu Jiuzhen was his cousin, the junior sister he saw every day was naturally not as good as the cousin he rarely interacted with. That's why Wei Bi later married Zhu Jiuzhen instead of her. However, she couldn't forget Wei Bi, and resentful that Zhu Jiuzhen had married him. So she deliberately approached Wei Bi to sow discord between him and Zhu Jiuzhen.
But Wei Bi was a lecherous man; how could he ignore such an offer? So, naturally, things escalated, and he and Wu Qingying committed their illicit affair. Initially, he thought his junior sister, whom he saw every day, wasn't as good as his rarely seen cousin. But after marrying his cousin, he found the wilder women more exciting and appealing, and thus began to like his junior sister again. This back-and-forth continued, and Wu Qingying grew bolder. Before, she and Wei Bi would secretly meet in the mountains and streams, but now she was taking the initiative, openly waiting near his house.
But no matter what, Wu Qingying couldn't reason with Zhu Jiuzhen, so after hearing her scathing words, she trembled with anger.
Seeing that Wu Qingying was too angry to speak, Zhu Jiuzhen pressed her advantage, saying sarcastically, "It's a pity you came at the wrong time today. My cousin is out and hasn't returned yet, and only I, this annoying obstacle, am at home. Oh! I'm so sorry to spoil your fun. If you're not ashamed, you can wait outside the door. Maybe my cousin will be back soon."
Wu Qingying was not a very composed person. Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen's sarcastic and aggressive words, she could no longer hold back and retorted, "Why do you say I'm not ashamed? My senior brother and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. We were a match made in heaven. It's all your fault for interfering and stealing my senior brother. If anyone is shameless, it's you!" Seeing that
Wu Qingying was resorting to sophistry in her anger, Zhu Jiuzhen, though beautiful, was even more volatile than Wu Qingying. She shouted, "You shameless vixen! You seduced someone's husband and you still dare to argue like this!" She kicked open the wooden door, grabbed a three-foot steel sword, and charged angrily at Wu Qingying.
Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen rush out with her sword drawn, Wu Qingying showed no fear or sign of defeat, and shouted, "You're the shameless slut! If you hadn't seduced my senior brother, he would be with me by now!" She then unsheathed her longsword, and the two were about to fight.
Yang Zhuyu, hiding under the shade of a tree, first saw Zhu Jiuzhen rush out. He was struck by her beautiful oval face and cherry lips, and her fitted long robe that accentuated her slender waist, full breasts, and shapely buttocks, which aroused a strong desire for adventure and crime. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and swallowed hard. However, he quickly regained his composure. He noticed that although both women were undeniably beautiful, they were exchanging insults—one calling her a "vixen," the other a "slut"—all for the sake of a man, completely lacking any semblance of feminine grace or ladylike charm. He was utterly astonished, but his mind wandered elsewhere: "Who is this Wei Bi? To be able to juggle two women is quite a feat, just like me. Alas! It's a pity I'm just not as lucky as him! I want to see just how charming and dashing he is, to have such allure that he can make two beauties fight over him, completely losing their composure!"
"Hehe! These are the Snow Ridge Twin Beauties you've been dreaming of, haha, what do you think? Seeing is believing, aren't you? You're quite disappointed!" At this moment, Zhu'er gently breathed on Yang Zhuyu's neck, tickling him while teasing him. Yang Zhuyu replied, "If we only consider their figures and looks, they are indeed a pair of beauties. It's just a pity that now they're like two fierce tigresses, completely different from the word 'goddess'!" He thought to himself, "Actually, when beautiful women are angry, it has a unique charm, giving people a violent impulse to conquer them!" But he couldn't say these words to Zhu'er beside him.
In fact, just hearing his first sentence, Zhu'er already frowned slightly and whispered angrily, "You little rascal's thoughts are so wicked, so different from others, you really are a true little rascal!"
Yang Zhuyu found it amusing that Zhu'er was deliberately making a disgusting face at him, and shamelessly said, "Hehe, it doesn't matter if your thoughts are wicked, if I, Yang Zhuyu, can be called 'different from others,' then I will have no regrets in this life. Haha, haha!" Zhu'er naturally didn't know that his "different from others" actually had another meaning, and giggled, feeling that she had nothing to say, she could only repeat, "You really are a little rascal!"
Chapter 8 Entering the Boudoir by Mistakenly in the Middle of the Night
Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying had a disagreement, so they each drew their swords and started fighting. Both of them regarded each other as a thorn in their side, so they naturally used desperate moves from the very beginning.
The two women were about the same age, and both came from the lineage of Master Yideng, and the martial arts they learned were exactly the same. Each knew the other's moves intimately, and their fight was evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand for a short time. Yang Zhuyu watched as the two women exchanged sword blows amidst shouts and cries, exchanging over twenty moves in the blink of an eye. He had never seen truly skilled martial artists fight before, and while Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying's skills were mediocre, they were, to him, incredibly impressive. Watching them leisurely from the sidelines, he noticed their faces flushed and their breasts heaving from the exertion of their fight. At a particularly exciting moment, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly wondrous!" However, he wasn't entirely sure whether his "truly wondrous" referred to the excellence of their martial arts or had some other deeper meaning. Just as
Yang Zhuyu finished speaking, he saw Zhu'er hurriedly cover her mouth with her hand. Zhu'er glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes and snapped, "What are you getting so worked up about? Are you looking for death?" Yang Zhuyu was startled, completely forgetting that he was spying on them. He felt incredibly embarrassed and apologized softly, "I forgot my situation and almost exposed myself. Cough, I lost my composure, I lost my composure!" But it was too late for his apology; his shout had already reached Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying's ears.
Hearing the cheers, Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying immediately stopped fighting and turned to look at where Yang Zhuyu and Zhu'er were hiding.
The two had been fighting desperately in their fury, but they heard people cheering and applauding from the sidelines, which was undoubtedly like mocking and laughing at them. Zhu Jiuzhen was the first to lose her temper and shouted angrily, "Which damned scoundrel dares to hide here and spy on our private affairs?" She drew her long sword and walked towards the shade of the tree where Yang Zhuyu was hiding.
Wu Qingying was not to be outdone, drawing her sword as well. She had other plans: "My sister and I fought for our senior brother. If outsiders find out, my sister doesn't care, but I had an affair with someone's husband. If word gets out, my reputation will be ruined, and I'll never be able to face anyone again." So she said, "Hidden here spying on us in the dead of night, she can't be anything good. Sister, let's kill her." She had just called Zhu Jiuzhen a "slut," but now she called her "sister," a choice born of desperation.
Yang Zhuyu saw the two women approaching with their swords and realized that although it was dark and gloomy under the trees, once they got close, he and Zhu'er would be exposed. He was filled with anxiety, unsure what to do.
"Hmph, it's all your fault for shouting. Now look what's happened, we've exposed ourselves and can't hide anymore!" Zhu'er grumbled softly. Seeing that Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying weren't far from her and Yang Zhuyu, she whispered, "You big idiot, you stay here! I'll go lure them away." Suddenly, she stood up, waved her hands wildly at Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying, and shouted, "You two shameless wicked women, I heard everything you were doing!" Then she quickly turned and ran through a grove of trees towards the outside of the manor's courtyard wall.
Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying were startled and shouted in unison, "It's you again, you ugly hag!" They didn't know there was someone hiding under the trees, and they drew their swords and chased after Zhu'er.
Yang Zhuyu watched as the three of them disappeared into the vast night in an instant. He was deeply moved, thinking that Zhu'er had risked her life to lure the two away for his sake, and he was also very worried about her.
The commotion in the manor, coupled with the shouts of the Snow Ridge Beauties chasing Zhu'er, had already awakened everyone inside. Suddenly, many lights illuminated the manor, and the noise was everywhere. Someone shouted, "A thief has sneaked into the manor! The two young ladies have already gone after him! Everyone, hurry and follow him!" Amidst the clamor, someone else gave orders: "There might be other thieves in the manor. Some of you go help the two young ladies chase the thief, the rest of you follow me and search the area thoroughly."
Yang Zhuyu saw the quiet manor suddenly become bustling with activity, and in the distance, he could see many people carrying torches heading in his direction. A wave of panic washed over him. He thought, "Zhu'er told me to stay here, but the patrols are coming soon. It seems I can't stay here any longer. What should I do?" He could no longer think about Zhu'er; saving his life was paramount. Seeing that the western side had more trees, was darker, and had fewer thieves, he blindly fled westward.
However, the manor was crowded, and after Yang Zhuyu reached a small grove, he discovered that countless lights had suddenly appeared, and the number of patrols was no less than on the other side. Left with no other choice, he had to hide in the darkness again. He wandered aimlessly through the night, eventually reaching an open garden. Yang Zhuyu exclaimed, "Oh no! There's not enough cover in front of me; I have nowhere to hide!" He tried to turn back, but then he heard someone searching for him. Just as he was at a loss, he noticed a wooden house on the right side of the garden. The house was empty, so it was probably unoccupied. With nowhere else to go, he pushed open the wooden door and hid inside.
Upon entering the room, a faint fragrance wafted through the air. In the darkness, a large, carved sandalwood bed appeared in the corner. Yang Zhuyu was slightly startled; it seemed he had entered a woman's boudoir. Just then, the patrolmen arrived outside. One of them said, "Should we go in and take a look?" Another replied, "This is the young lady's room. We can't just enter without permission." The man said, "This... what should we do?" The other whispered, "Brother, don't hesitate. It's alright if the thief escapes, but if we offend the young lady, we'll all be in deep trouble."
Seeing the conversation outside, Yang Zhuyu thought that they seemed afraid to come in, and he could at least be safe for now. He let out a sigh of relief, but dared not go out. Since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it and climbed onto the ornately carved bed, enjoying its delicate fragrance. He thought, "Whether this young lady is beautiful or ugly, I'll occupy her fragrant bed for a while and rest until the manor is quiet before figuring out how to leave."
After about half an hour, the noise from the manor gradually subsided. Someone said, "Everyone has searched the manor thoroughly, but found no robbers or thieves. Alas, in the middle of the night, everyone has worked for nothing. The two young ladies will probably be back soon; let's all go to sleep." Gradually, it quieted down, and the entire manor returned to silence.
"Those lackeys have all gone back to their kennels. Now is the perfect opportunity for me to escape." Hearing no more movement outside, Yang Zhuyu immediately stood up from the bed and quietly walked to the door, thinking to himself, "Luckily, I was lucky enough to accidentally stumble into this room that no one dares to enter, and the 'young lady' inside isn't here!"
"Hmph, I chased her all night and caught nothing. I don't even know where my senior brother went. I'm so angry!"
Just as Yang Zhuyu was about to open the door, he suddenly heard light footsteps outside and a woman muttering curses. Startled, he quickly retreated to the carved wooden bed, jumped onto it, and lowered the bed curtains.
Chapter 9 Entering the Bedroom and Getting on the Bed
Just as Yang Zhuyu jumped onto the bed and lowered the bed curtains, the wooden door creaked open, and the woman who had been speaking outside entered.
"Oh no, it seems those lackeys' 'Miss' has returned. She came at the perfect moment, of all times! What am I to do?" Yang Zhuyu panicked, quietly shrinking into the corner of the bed, afraid to make the slightest sound.
After the woman entered the room, she yawned, sounding exhausted, then made some soft, muffled noises, as if searching for something on her person.
"After chasing her for so long, that ugly hag got away! What bad luck! I even lost my tinder while chasing her, now it's pitch black and I can't see anything." The woman muttered impatiently for a while, then groped her way towards the bed.
"Wow! It's Wu Qingying." Hearing the woman's voice up close, Yang Zhuyu immediately recognized her as Wu Qingying, one of the Snow Ridge Twin Beauties. Seeing her walk towards the bedside, he couldn't help but shrink back into the corner of the bed. Knowing that Zhu'er hadn't been caught, he thought, "I'm a little relieved that Zhu'er wasn't caught!" He immediately started worrying about himself again: "I don't know martial arts, I'm definitely no match for this woman. It looks like she's going to get into bed to sleep. If she finds a strange man sleeping in her bed, she'll probably pick up her sword and chop me, Yang Zhuyu, in half, and then cut off my little Yang."
Sure enough, Wu Qingying walked to the bedside in the dark, yawned, and made some soft rubbing sounds. It turned out that she was taking off her clothes to get into bed.
Although Yang Zhuyu was in a dangerous situation, the sound of her undressing still stirred a restless feeling in him as he hid on the bed. Thinking of her slender waist, full hips, and pert breasts, he couldn't help but swallow hard, inwardly chuckling, "Other men are squatting on the bed waiting to get to work, but today I'm squatting on the bed waiting to be 'done.' Ah! Even in this life-or-death moment, I, Yang Zhuyu, haven't forgotten about that kind of work, hehe! If I don't die today, I'll definitely become a legendary lover!"
After taking off her outer clothes and skirt, Wu Qingying, wearing only a close-fitting undergarment, rolled onto the carved wooden bed. Yang Zhuyu had nowhere to hide, and he thought, "Oh no! I've been discovered!" But to his surprise, when Wu Qingying touched him, she didn't scream or shout; instead, she giggled and threw herself into his arms.
The sudden arrival of a soft, fragrant beauty in his arms caught Yang Zhuyu off guard. This unexpected joy surprised him even more than the thought of someone about to castrate him with a sword. He thought to himself, "She doesn't even know who I am before doing this! How utterly shameless! She's even more shameless than me! Is this woman a pervert who throws herself at any man's scent?"
"You stinky senior brother, you bad senior brother, where the hell have you been all day? You didn't even tell me! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Wu Qingying gently tapped Yang Zhuyu's shoulder, her voice sweet and coquettish, full of charm.
Yang Zhuyu suddenly realized, "Ah, no wonder! So this little vixen often entangles with her senior brother here. Today the room is pitch black, you can't see your hand in front of your face, it seems she mistook me for her senior brother Wei Bi." His fear vanished, replaced by lust. He praised Guanyin Bodhisattva for her protection, which had conveniently caused her to lose the tinder, and thankfully, this era didn't have electric lights, so she didn't recognize him in the darkness. Thinking he was also having a stroke of good luck with women, he unceremoniously took on Wei Bi's role, grabbing Wu Qingying, placing one hand on her buttocks, and his other hand directly caressing her breasts through her undergarments. With a single word, he uttered sweet nothings that even he himself couldn't believe: "My little darling, I haven't gone anywhere. I've been missing you so much my soul has flown away. I crawled into your bed all night to wait for you! You're only back now, I couldn't wait any longer." "You
big bad guy! You really know how to sweet-talk me!" Wu Qingying felt a wave of sweetness, enjoying her "senior brother's" caresses, when suddenly she felt something was wrong and trembled, "Senior brother! Your...your voice...your voice has changed?" Yang Zhuyu's head went blank for a moment, and he cursed inwardly, "Idiot! I got carried away and forgot that my accent is different from Wei Bi's." He quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Cough, cough, it's been very windy outside these past few days, and I caught a bit of a chill, so my voice is a little hoarse." As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately lowered his voice even further, rubbing one thigh against her private parts and increasing the pressure of his hands on her fortress, trying to distract her.
Wu Qingying let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling slightly. She cried out again, "Senior brother, you must be careful. You're so naughty, be gentle!" In her extreme excitement, her mind was completely clouded by the stimulation, and she was actually fooled by Yang Zhuyu.
Yang Zhuyu broke out in a cold sweat, but it was instantly replaced by a surge of boiling lust. He cursed inwardly, "No wonder Zhu Jiuzhen said you were a vixen, haha, you're right. I only had to grab and pinch you a few times to make you not even recognize your own lover, your senior brother." He chuckled wickedly, "Your senior brother's body is in excellent condition, as hard as diamond, invincible!" Without further ado, he opened his "blood-red maw" and pressed it firmly against Wu Qingying's small mouth.
Although Wu Qingying had never been intimate with anyone else, she had been intimate with her senior brother more than once or twice. Now, aroused, she felt no shame. She hooked her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his head, and fearlessly explored his mouth with her small, adorable tongue, seemingly determined to take the lead.
Although Yang Zhuyu couldn't see her face in the darkness, such an alluring and sinful posture couldn't help but make his blood boil. He felt the fragrance between Wu Qingying's legs and her two proud breasts pressed tightly against his body. His penis, at this moment, was already as erect and imposing as a stone pillar in the Yunnan Stone Forest.
"Haha, I, Yang Zhuyu, have been 'trained' in America for six years, almost to the point of death by those disgusting women. Now that I have such a beauty in my arms, it's time for me to regain my virility and reclaim my land!" His two large hands swept up and down, not missing any of the most sensitive and alluring places. Before long, he had made the beauty in his arms "humming and laughing".
Unable to withstand such caresses, Wu Qingying withdrew her tongue. Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, she became even more wanton and seductive, moaning, "Senior brother, stop...stop playing with your junior sister! I can't breathe! Give it to me, I want...I want it!"
Seeing Wu Qingying moaning, Yang Zhuyu knew it was time to use his "single-handed staff." His lower abdomen was already soaked by a surge of clear fluid, so he showed no mercy to the beauty in his arms, and with his young body, he strode confidently towards the battlefield.
***
After several rounds of "life-or-death combat," Wu Qingying was already a defeated prisoner, collapsed on the battlefield, unable to stand again. Still basking in the afterglow of their fierce battle, Yang Zhuyu was secretly astonished: "My senior brother used to be so gentle and kind to me, but today he seems to have changed. He's wild and rough, much more violent than before!"
Having finished his post-battle preparations, Yang Zhuyu's hands roamed over Wu Qingying's body for a while longer. Suddenly, he remembered that he was still her "senior brother," but after dawn, he wouldn't be. So, he pulled up his clothes and said in a hoarse voice, "Junior sister, I have to go now, or I'll be discovered at dawn." Although Wu Qingying didn't want her "senior brother" to leave, she was afraid of damaging her reputation. She said worriedly, "You...you go, senior brother. Remember to come find me tomorrow." Her voice was full of helplessness.
Yang Zhuyu chuckled, thinking, "I, the fake senior brother, definitely won't be coming tomorrow, but your real senior brother might." He tossed his clothes over his shoulder and walked triumphantly towards the door.
Chapter 10 Catching the Wrong Man in the Middle of the Night
Yang Zhuyu stepped outside, a cool breeze welcoming him, making him feel incredibly refreshed. If it weren't for the late hour and the fact that he was on someone else's turf, he would have wanted to burst into song. Everyone in the manor was asleep, so he strode forward as if walking through his own vegetable garden.
"Ouch! Who's pulling me!"
But after only a few steps, he felt his arm being pulled forcefully, as if someone had suddenly yanked him from behind, and he cried out involuntarily.
"Cousin, you...you've wronged me so much! I saw you come out of that vixen Wu Qingying's room with my own eyes, you...what do you have to say?" A woman's voice, choked with sobs, rang out.
"Zhu Jiuzhen!" Yang Zhuyu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head, covering his face with his clothes.
“Cousin, I’ve already caught you red-handed. What’s the point of covering your face now? Do you think I wouldn’t recognize you in the darkness?” Zhu Jiuzhen said sadly, seeing his actions.
Yang Zhuyu’s mind raced: “It seems he came to catch Wu Qingying cheating, but because he couldn’t see clearly in the dark, he mistook me for Wei Bi!” So he lowered his head even further, not daring to speak, feeling utterly helpless: “You little brat, coming to catch someone cheating in the middle of the night and even catching the wrong man, how careless!”
Seeing him dragging his head and not daring to look at her, looking like he had done something wrong and had been caught, Zhu Jiuzhen wanted to get angry and make a scene, but she couldn’t help thinking to herself: “Cousin has been caught red-handed by me this time, so naturally he is ashamed and embarrassed.” "See me. If I give him a hard time and yell at him, he'll probably resent me and never want to see me again. Since that's the case, I might as well be magnanimous and make him feel that I'm the best, so he'll give up on Wu Qingying and never see her again." He then surprisingly changed his usual irritability and said gently, "Cousin, I won't blame you this time, but you must promise never to associate with that vixen again. What happened in the past was just a moment of confusion on your part. I will definitely serve you well from now on, and we'll be a good husband and wife."
Yang Zhuyu lowered his head and... Lian Zhi nodded, secretly sighing, "This little girl has a knack for winning men's hearts. If I were really her cousin, I'd be so grateful I'd never go out and philander again! Hehe, too bad I'm not your cousin, all your heartfelt words have no effect on me."
Seeing her "cousin" nodding repeatedly in the darkness, Zhu Jiuzhen was overjoyed, thinking, "To completely conquer my cousin's heart and keep him by my side, I have to prove I'm no less capable than that vixen." So she took Yang Zhuyu's hand in hers, leaning half-on against her... She said sweetly, "Cousin, it's cold outside, let's go back inside!"
Yang Zhuyu felt a soft, boneless body cling to him, and his heart fluttered. The desire that had just subsided instantly reignited. He thought to himself, "What a slutty girl, actually seducing me. Hehe, I, Yang Zhuyu, am not afraid of being beheaded or having my blood spilled, but I'm most afraid of being seduced. I just played the 'senior brother' for a moment, and before dawn, I'll 'humiliate' myself by playing the 'cousin' again." Shamelessly, he put one arm around Zhu Jiuzhen's slender waist and half-embraced her, heading towards her residence with great interest.
The two of them lingered back to Zhu Jiuzhen's room, half-leaning and half-embracing. Yang Zhuyu's "breast-rubbing divine hand" had already been unceremoniously climbing up and down her two peaks countless times through Zhu Jiuzhen's clothes. In the darkness, Zhu Jiuzhen, her face flushed and panting, had no strength left. She relied entirely on Yang Zhuyu's support as he dragged her into the house.
Once inside and the door closed, the darkness was so intense that nothing could be seen. Yang Zhuyu, like an eel in a murky pond, swam freely, doing as he pleased. Thinking that she was no longer a virgin, and since she was acting in place of his cousin, she couldn't let him lose face. So, his hands and mouth were constantly busy, unleashing his years of honed skills: squeezing, pressing, pinching, kneading, and biting. Whether it was a pink cherry or a sweet peach, he devoured them all.
Zhu Jiuzhen couldn't withstand such torment. She wondered when her "cousin" had become so powerful, when suddenly her whole body trembled violently, and a clear, gentle stream flowed continuously. She had intended to please her "cousin" on purpose, and unable to resist the exhilarating stimulation, she began to moan loudly, her words broken and fragmented, consisting of phrases men never tire of hearing like "Big brother, little sister, hurry, hurry, hurry."
Amidst this resounding "reading," Yang Zhuyu's fighting spirit soared. His contemporary, the young Yang, was already impatient for battle. Since the young Yang wanted to fight, he, the "old Yang," naturally didn't want to betray his brother of twenty years, so he hardened his heart and went straight for the kill.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. After a series of fierce battles, the young Yang's passion erupted once more, until finally, he bowed his head, unwilling to stand up again. Throughout this entire process, Yang Zhuyu remained silent, so Zhu Jiuzhen never realized that this "cousin" was actually an imposter.
Suddenly, a long rooster crowed outside. Yang Zhuyu was startled and looked out. The sky was already beginning to lighten; dawn would break soon. "Oh no! I was so greedy that I didn't realize it was almost daylight!" He hurriedly packed his things, got out of bed, and prepared to flee!
"Cousin, where are you going?" Zhu Jiuzhen lay limply on the bed, her eyes half-closed, unable to muster any strength, and asked in a coquettish voice.
"Cough, cough, I need to use the restroom." Taking advantage of the faint light streaming in from the window, Yang Zhuyu looked at Zhu Jiuzhen, who was completely naked and undressed, and sighed softly, "So beautiful, so beautiful! It's a pity I have to go!" Then he fled out the door. From inside came Zhu Jiuzhen's soft voice: "Senior brother, you've been working all night, why... why does even your voice sound different?"
Yang
Zhuyu dared not go directly through the manor gate. He eagerly followed the path Zhu'er had led him along the previous night, winding his way to the courtyard wall where a small grove of trees stood. It took him a great deal of effort to climb the wall, which was three times his height. He intended to imitate Zhu'er and leap down, but he lost his footing and fell with a thud outside the wall. After finally getting up, he saw that his body and face were covered in mud. Instead of being angry, he was delighted: "Haha, I, Yang Zhuyu, a hero of my generation, have ended up covered in mud!"
After leaving the manor, he wanted to find Zhu'er but didn't know where she had gone, so he wandered aimlessly on the thick snow.
Although Zhang Wuji had no grudge against him, Yang Zhuyu had regarded him as his number one rival as soon as he arrived at the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. At this moment, he was extremely smug: "Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, your two childhood crushes have both been slept with by me. Back then, you almost lost your life for them, and in the end, you came back empty-handed, but I got them all in one night without lifting a finger. If you knew, wouldn't you be so angry that you'd lose your front teeth? Haha, that's really satisfying! And Wei Bi, Wei Bi, although you're just a nobody, I've taken your place as both your senior brother and cousin. You've really worn a big green hat."

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