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, Volume 1 Affair with Master's Wife, Chapter 1

From the time Pang Han could remember, he was a disciple of the Wudu Sect. According to his fellow disciples, he was rescued from a ditch by his master. Fortunately, the ditch had dried up, otherwise he wouldn't have survived to the age of eighteen.

Master Pang Wanchun was a stern and unsmiling man. The local people said that this Master Pang's kung fu was extraordinary; it was said that he could kill two tigers and seven wolves with one hand, and single-handedly take on a hundred men, earning him the title of "Hundred-Man Slayer."

His Thunder Sword Technique was especially renowned, unmatched throughout Lingnan. This master's greatest hobby was traveling to various places to challenge others, making a name for himself in the martial world. Although his fame and skill attracted many disciples to join him, this leader of the Wudu Sect was rarely at home.

Pang Han's master's wife, Gong Rui, was married to Pang Wanchun when Pang Han was thirteen; she was only eighteen at the time. According to his older brothers, Gong Rui's family had been massacred by a band of mountain bandits, and it was their master who single-handedly rescued her from the stronghold and killed all her enemies. Therefore, it was only natural for Gong Rui to marry their master to repay a debt of gratitude, even though their master was already fifty years old.

Their senior sister, Pang Lu, did not approve of the marriage because she was only two years younger than her stepmother. Therefore, on the day of her father's wedding, she resolutely packed her bags and left the Wudu Sect. Before leaving, she said to her most beloved junior brother, "Good junior brother, remember, a man must never be lustful, otherwise it will ruin your reputation and future, and your senior sister will no longer like you!"

Pang Han nodded resolutely. In his heart, his senior sister was as pure and noble as a celestial fairy; he would always listen to her words, and he did not want her to leave like this. Watching his senior sister's departing figure, Pang Han felt an overwhelming sadness, as if the sky itself had darkened.

In Pang Han's memory, his master's wife had never smiled. He'd heard that she cried the day she married him. Even with such a delicate and beautiful bride, his master hadn't changed his habit of traveling far away, sometimes for days, sometimes for months at a time, leaving his wife alone and incredibly lonely.

In Pang Han's memory, he'd rarely seen his master's wife smile. The few times she did were during the first few months of their marriage. Occasionally, Pang Han would pass by his master's room and hear faint, ecstatic moans coming from inside, along with his master's heavy breathing.

The next day, when he saw her again, she was beaming with smiles, her face still flushed. At those moments, she was at her most beautiful.

However, these happy moments were far too few. In Pang Han's memory, it seemed that his master's wife's happiest days were only those few.

Two years ago, Pang Han overheard his master and mistress arguing while bringing hot water to his master's room.

His mistress said, "You're a married woman now, why do you still run around like a young man? What's the point of leaving me alone at home?" His master

scoffed, "That's womanly talk! I, the dignified head of the Wudu Sect, take it upon myself to bring glory to our family. How can I hide at home like a woman, watching over you? Wouldn't that make us a laughingstock?"

His mistress retorted, "I'm not forbidding you from going out, but there should be a limit. Last year, I only saw you three times. Is this still your home?"

His master snorted coldly, "Isn't that what you want? A woman, not adhering to traditional virtues..." " You think about those mundane, romantic things all day long, aren't you ashamed? Let me tell you straight, if you dare to cheat on me while I'm away, I'll tear you to pieces!"

The mistress immediately burst into tears, saying, "I was just advising you to stay a few more days, do you have to use such foul language? What do you take me for?"

The master coldly replied, "I don't care what you think, I've already said this. Tomorrow I will set off immediately for the Songshan Martial Arts Conference. This is the most important day for my Wudu Sect, and I absolutely cannot miss it. Go and prepare my travel gear and money; I need to get up at dawn tomorrow to travel." With that, the master went to sleep.

Pang Han then brought the hot water into the room, only to see his mistress's face streaked with tears. Seeing Pang Han enter, the mistress quickly turned around and said, "Put the hot water on the table, Han'er, go and rest."

In front of Pang Han, the mistress was always that gentle and refined demeanor, a gentle yet authoritative presence. She was the person Pang Han respected most in the sect besides his master.

For the past two years, Master had returned even less frequently, especially last year. It was said that during a battle with the Eight Great Families of Guandong, Master was unfortunately kicked in the groin, rendering him completely impotent. He had to recuperate for a long time.

Even when Master returned home to recover, Master's wife rarely smiled; she wore a worried expression for a whole year.

Pang Han saw this and felt heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. He was the youngest disciple in the Wudu Sect, of low rank and status, and didn't hold much power.

In Master's eyes, he was nothing more than an adopted child; in his senior brothers' eyes, he was the least skilled and least experienced, so no one took him seriously. Only his senior sister, Pang Lu, had taken care of him initially, and now his only support was Master's wife.

Last month, Master finally recovered. According to his senior brothers, Master's power had recovered to 90%, and in a few days it would surely return to full strength. However, his sexual function remained mediocre. It was said that Master's wife had consulted many doctors about this ailment, but Master had rejected them all.

Master believed that matters between men and women were merely mundane and foolish affairs. As long as a martial artist's skills remained intact, even being a eunuch didn't matter. Moreover, sexual activity was extremely energy-consuming. The reason Master had rarely returned home in the past five years was largely intentional

. Master's wife, however, remained oblivious, still single-mindedly focused on curing Master's illness. Pang Han shook his head inwardly, unable to share her burden. As expected, Master resumed his journey after recovering from his injuries.

Just a month after Master left the Martial Capital Sect, Master's wife needed to go to the town to purchase necessities and required someone to help carry them. The other disciples declined, citing their training, and since there were no maids in the sect, Pang Han naturally took on the role of assistant.

Since ancient times, shopping has been the most troublesome thing for women, at least Pang Han knew this all too well. Master's wife, Gong Rui, spent two hours wandering back and forth on just one street, haggling with vendors and selecting items. The two, who had come to the market early in the morning, didn't return home until almost sunset.

Just moments ago, Pang Han was relieved that he was finally going back when his master's wife, Gong Rui, saw a shoe shop at the north corner of the street. Suddenly remembering something, she said, "I ordered two pairs of embroidered shoes from this shop. Come in and pick them up."

Pang Han sighed inwardly, thinking, "After all this trouble, it'll be dark by the time we get back to the sect."

Upon entering the shop, an old woman greeted him. She seemed to be the shop owner and smiled, "So it's Madam Pang! I'm so sorry, the shoemaker had to go home last time, which delayed the shoe-making process. It's only just finished today. You've come at just the right time."

His master's wife smiled, "I've been walking all day, and my shoes are worn out. I'll change into new ones here."

The old woman said, "Madam, you want to change your shoes? Then come inside. You're so delicate; it wouldn't be good if some random man saw you."

The old woman looked him over and asked, "Who is this young man?"

His master's wife smiled, "He's the youngest disciple in our Wudu Sect. My husband and I have always treated him like a son."

Pang Han was annoyed, thinking to himself, "You're only five years older than me, how come you're my mother?" He couldn't show his thoughts on his face, only nodding repeatedly in agreement.

The old woman said, "Then let him wait outside."

His teacher's wife thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let him in. He's so young, it won't matter if he sees you."

The old woman was a little surprised, but didn't stop him, saying, "Then this young man should also come in and keep watch; it's a bit chilly outside."

Pang Han didn't think much of it at the time and followed his teacher's wife into the inner room. His teacher 's

wife sat on a grand chair, repeatedly saying she was exhausted, while taking off her shoes, revealing snow-white silk stockings. Pang Han blushed and turned his face away. Seeing his embarrassment, his teacher's wife, Gong Rui, chuckled softly and deliberately shook her feet. At this moment, the old woman came over with two pairs of embroidered shoes and said, "Madam, please try them on and see if they fit." Seeing that Gong Rui had already taken off her shoes, she added, "Madam, one of my nephews brought back some Shu brocade socks a few days ago. They're brocade on the outside and silk on the inside, and they're very comfortable to wear. Would you like to buy a few pairs?" Gong Rui nodded and said, "Of course, since it's your recommendation, how can I refuse? I'll take a few pairs then. These socks are dirty, and I was just about to throw them away." As she spoke, she slowly took off her silk stockings. She stepped down and said, "Han'er, take my socks outside and throw them away. Don't bother with these shoes either, throw them away too." The old woman said, "Throwing away the socks is fine, but could you keep these old shoes for me, Madam? They're still valuable items; it's a shame to throw them away." Pang Han turned his head and caught sight of Gong Rui's snow-white, translucent feet. They were truly as smooth as jade and as soft as satin. The flesh on the instep was round and translucent, faintly revealing a few blue veins. The toenails of all ten toes were dyed a light red, like petals adorning them. Pang Han really wanted to reach out and touch them. Suddenly, Gong Rui asked, "Han'er, what are you staring at so intently?" Pang Han's heart pounded, his face flushed red, and he quickly said, "Nothing, nothing!" He hurriedly took the socks and walked outside. The old woman beside him, seeing this, chuckled. After Pang Han left, the old woman said, "That young man is so adorable, and he's just starting to experience love. He's really cute. Madam has good taste." Gong Rui blushed and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? He's my apprentice. He only came along today to help me carry some things." The old woman laughed, "I was just joking. Why take it so seriously, Madam? Besides, I've heard a little about Madam Pang's plight. She married into the Pang family at such a young age, but it's like living as a widow. That's not a pleasant feeling..." Gong Rui sighed softly and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and put my new shoes on." The old woman brought out the embroidered shoes and said, "Madam, please take a look." Gong Rui took the embroidered shoes and examined them carefully. She saw that the shoes were very exquisitely made, with a bright red satin surface and embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water. Gong Rui held the two pairs of embroidered shoes and praised them highly. The old woman then said, "Madam, these shoes have another advantage." Gong Rui asked curiously, "What is the advantage?" The old woman took one of the embroidered shoes and gently pulled on the heel. There was a mechanism that pulled out a small drawer from the inside. The old woman chuckled, "Put some orchid and musk in this drawer, and I guarantee that when you wear it, you'll smell wonderful with every step, which will mask any unpleasant odors." Gong Rui exclaimed happily, "It's truly a wonderful thing; no wonder it took so long to make." She then noticed a pair of brocade stockings in the old woman's hand and asked, "Are these the Shu Prefecture brocade stockings?" The old woman replied, "Indeed, please try them on, madam. Consider these a free gift. If you find them comfortable, please buy a few more pairs to support our shop." Gong Rui took the stockings and was about to put them on when she noticed what appeared to be embroidered pictures between the two layers. Upon closer inspection, she blushed. The embroidery depicted a erotic scene: a man and a woman engaging in sexual activity by a pool. The artistry was superb, making it appear almost real. Looking at the other stocking, the picture changed again: two women and a man. One woman sat on a swing, while the other supported her waist, urging her to make love to the man opposite her. Gong Rui immediately threw the stockings onto the table, her face flushed, and said, "These things are terrible! I don't want them!" The old woman said seriously, " Madam, you're probably feeling lonely in your boudoir this spring. As night falls, some things are bound to happen. How can you do without something to liven things up? Your youthful years will pass by in a flash. Don't end up like me, wasting your life for the sake of a reputation as a virtuous woman." Gong Rui lowered her head and remained silent. Seeing that she had taken it to heart, the old woman became even more interested and said, "These brocade stockings have two layers. The beautiful pictures are embroidered on the inside, and no one else can see them except you, Madam. Wear them, and when you're bored at night, lift them up to take a look. Wouldn't that be more interesting?" Gong Rui sighed softly, "Just looking at this thing only makes me more agitated..." The old woman understood and smiled, "What's so difficult about that?" Saying this, she took a box from the shelf on the east side and said, "The treasure inside is newly made by a master craftsman; it will surely suit your taste, Madam." Gong Rui asked curiously, "What is it?" The old woman opened the box, revealing a large, imposing horned man inside. Upon seeing it, Gong Rui blushed instantly and spat out, "Auntie, how could you give me such a vulgar thing? I don't want it!" The old woman chuckled, "We're telling the truth. I've come to see Madam Pang as a friend I can be close to, hence this frankness. Madam is lonely in her secluded chambers, and her husband is a brute who lacks romance. If this continues, to put it bluntly, Madam's health will likely deteriorate within a few years. This object doesn't have many advantages; its only benefit is that it can vent Madam's anger." Gong Rui remained silent for a long time. Although outwardly shy, she secretly felt the old woman's words made sense. After much deliberation, she finally asked, "How much silver does this thing cost? Will it hurt me if I actually use it?" The old woman chuckled, “ This was made by one of my cousins. He’s a craftsman, very skilled. This corner is perfectly smooth; it won’t hurt you, madam. You’ll see once you use it! Madam Li from West Street, Widow He from South Street, and even the fourth concubine of Prefect Liu have all bought from me. Everyone says it’s excellent, and it’s not expensive at all, only ten taels of silver.” Gong Rui exclaimed in surprise, “So expensive? Just this one thing?!” The old woman laughed, “You’re being uninformed. Within a hundred miles, only my cousin knows how to make this. That skill alone is worth the price. Besides, I’ve already given you a 20% discount. Or, I think your little apprentice is quite good. If you don’t buy this, you can use his real thing!” Gong Rui spat, “Don’t talk nonsense, madam. I’ll buy this.” Saying this, she put on her brocade stockings and embroidered shoes, took out two silver ingots from her bosom, and said, “Is this enough?” The old woman beamed, " That's too much, too much! Madam is so generous. I'll give you ten more pairs of brocade socks. Don't worry, I'll definitely let you know first if I find anything fun in the future!" Just then, Pang Han rushed in. Gong Rui asked curiously, "Why did you take so long? It was just to throw away a pair of socks!" Pang Han stammered, "I met a friend and we talked for a bit longer, which took up some time."

Gong Rui didn't ask any more questions and said, "Let's go, Han'er, help me carry the box."

Pang Han, upon seeing the box, asked, "What's this? Medicinal herbs?" The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, good medicinal herbs, good for your health."

Gong Rui blushed and said, "Don't ask such silly questions. I told you to do something, why are you so talkative?" Pang Han stuck out his tongue, picked up the box, and followed Gong Rui out the door.

Just as they reached the door, the old woman chased after them. Seeing Pang Han already walking quickly ahead, she whispered in Gong Rui's ear, "Madam, let me say one more thing. Before and after using that thing, remember to soak it in salt water thoroughly, so it's clean."

Gong Rui hummed in agreement and whispered back, "Don't tell anyone about today's events." The old woman laughed, "Oh, Madam, I'm not stupid. Why would I cut off my own source of income? You can rest assured, this matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. Just hide this thing well, don't let outsiders see it, otherwise it won't sound good."

Gong Rui said, "I know that," and turned to leave.

They returned to the Wudu Sect in silence. Gong Rui went back to her room, while Pang Han went alone to the back mountain, to the back of a cliff. Looking around to make sure no one was nearby, he tremblingly pulled a snow-white object from his robes—it was Gong Rui's old silk stocking that she had taken off earlier… (

Chapter 3 of Volume 1: An Affair with His Master's Wife)

Pang Han stared at the stocking in his hand, recalling the image of Gong Rui's slender feet, and felt utterly distraught. He then remembered to examine it closely. The stocking was clean, but his master's wife had walked a long way that day, and there were some sweat stains near her toes and soles. The faint scent of her feet kept stimulating his senses.

Even after returning to his room, Pang Han tossed and turned for most of the night before finally falling asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly he felt someone pulling him up. Pang Han opened his eyes and saw that his master's wife, Gong Rui, was standing in front of his bed. Pang Han exclaimed in surprise, "Master's wife, what are you doing here?"

Gong Rui giggled, "You were staring at my feet all day, don't you think I don't know what you're thinking? Do you like your master's wife?"

Pang Han stammered, "No, no, no, I don't."

Suddenly, Gong Rui stretched out her delicate foot and covered his mouth with her slender sole, saying, "You like my feet, don't you? Hurry up and kiss them!"

Pang Han's heart pounded violently. He abruptly opened his mouth, enveloping her beautiful feet in his mouth, kissing her insteps passionately, gently biting her toes. Each kiss struck his heart, igniting his desire.

Suddenly, Pang Han felt a surge of heat erupt, like a volcano finally erupting. Pang Han jolted awake, realizing it was all a dream.

Pang Han chuckled self-deprecatingly, thinking, "Fool, how could such a beautiful woman like my master's wife fall for a silly boy like you?" Just then, he realized something embarrassing: his underwear was completely soaked. He cursed himself for being so cowardly, pulled down his pants, and threw them into a basin of water. Since the weather wasn't too cold, he decided to take a bath to wash away the stench.

The well was not far from Pang Han's room. He lowered a bucket into the well, filled it with cold water, and splashed it over his head and body. The icy water cleared his muddled mind considerably, and his hearing was also sharper than usual. After all, all his fellow disciples had gone to the hermitage on the back mountain to practice martial arts, and it was late at night; only his and his master's wife's room had light on.

At that moment, Pang Han suddenly heard some strange noises, and the noises seemed to be coming from his master's wife's room. He slowly moved closer, carefully pressing his face against his master's wife's window. The closer he got, the clearer he could hear—it was unmistakably his master's wife's moans.

Pang Han poked a hole in the paper window and peered through. What he saw astonished him. His master's wife was pulling back her newly bought brocade stockings, looking at something. Her rosy face was quite alluring in the candlelight. After a while, she held a strange object in her hand.

Pang Han thought the object resembled a certain part of his own body, and he couldn't help but compare them. To his relief, his own part wasn't shorter than the object in his master's wife's hand.

What happened next astonished the eighteen-year-old Pang Han. The scene left him speechless with shock. His master's wife was doing something strange with that strange object, accompanied by increasingly intense, ecstatic moans. Pang Han's blood was boiling; he felt the same sensation he had experienced in his dreams.

When Pang Han returned to his room, he was utterly exhausted. His mind was filled with the image of his master's wife, Gong Rui, especially the expression she had never shown him before, and her heavenly moans were unforgettable. Pang Han

silently reminded himself, "Pang Han, Gong Rui is your master's wife, as close as your own mother. You will never do anything against morality and ethics, especially to be worthy of your master Pang Wanchun and your senior sister Pang Lu. From this moment on, you must forget your master's wife, never treat her as just a woman again, and never have any impure thoughts. Pang Han swears this!"

The next day, when the determined Pang Han saw Gong Rui, the heroic spirit he had sworn the night before had long since vanished. Almost every word that flashed through his mind was related to liking her.

Gong Rui, however, said to Pang Han, "Since your senior brothers have all gone to the back mountain for group cultivation, why don't you accompany me to the West Mountain to worship Buddha today?" Pang Han had no choice but to follow.

The Foguang Temple in Xishan was only forty li away from the Wudu Sect's headquarters. Fearing Gong Rui would be burdened, Pang Han insisted on hiring a carriage to take her there.

Upon arriving at Foguang Temple, its imposing grandeur was indeed extraordinary. Local people said that the temple's incense was particularly efficacious, especially for couples unable to conceive. They claimed that if the woman stayed at the temple for a few days, she would immediately become pregnant and give birth. Such examples were countless, and couples from thousands of miles away came seeking its help.

Gong Rui's visit to burn incense was not for a child, but rather for blessings. Pang Han understood this, but dared not reveal it.

The two arrived at the main hall. Pang Han, being a non-Buddhist, naturally did not kneel in worship, but Gong Rui devoutly kowtowed three times, continuously praying to the Buddha statue.

Pang Han, having nothing better to do, merely looked around. Suddenly, he noticed the monk striking the chime had shifty eyes, his gaze constantly glancing at Gong Rui.

Pang Han felt a surge of anger, thinking to himself, "This Buddhist temple is a place of purity, and I am supposed to be without desire. Why is this monk showing such lust? Could it be that the abbot of this temple has failed in his teachings?"

Gong Rui had just drawn a fortune stick and was seeking an old monk's interpretation, while Pang Han walked out of the main hall, aimlessly wandering around

. Suddenly, he noticed a side gate on the west side, where a row of women were walking inside. Pang Han wondered, "What does this mean? Is the temple offering some alms?" With that thought, he strolled over.

The novice monk at the gate let the women in, but upon seeing Pang Han, his face darkened. He said, "Please wait, benefactor. This is for female lay Buddhists; it is not convenient for male benefactors to enter."

Pang Han glanced inside and asked, "What are you doing? Giving alms or seeking medical treatment?" The

novice monk replied impatiently, "Seeking medical treatment, of course."

Pang Han asked, "What kind of illness?"

The novice monk became even more impatient and said, "You young man, you are so ignorant. This is their private matter; why are you meddling? Get out of here!" At this moment, several martial monks from the temple also arrived.

Pang Han laughed, "I was just asking casually, I'm not here to cause trouble, why make such a fuss?" He turned to walk back, thinking, "This is even more suspicious. If it's just for treatment, why is it so heavily guarded and no one is allowed to see her?"

As he pondered this, upon reaching the main hall, he discovered something even more terrifying: his master's wife was gone!

Pang Han initially thought Gong Rui had gone somewhere else, but he searched the entire Foguang Temple without finding a trace.

He asked the monks, but they all insisted they hadn't seen Gong Rui.

Pang Han tried to reason with them, but the monks pushed him out of the temple gate. He stood frozen at the foot of the mountain, thinking, "My master's wife was lost in my hands. If my master returns and doesn't find her, will I even survive?" Thinking of this, Pang Han abandoned his plan to return to the Wudu Sect.

He carefully recalled the scene when his master's wife prayed

to Buddha: the lecherous monk striking the bell, the fierce-looking gatekeeper novice, and a group of menacing martial monks. This so-called Foguang Temple didn't seem to have been blessed by Buddha's light at all. Pang Han made up his mind to find out the truth. He circled around to the back mountain of Foguang Temple, and seeing no one around, he jumped down from the back wall.

Coincidentally, it was the day Abbot Puxian of Foguang Temple was giving a lecture on the Surangama Sutra, and most of the monks had gone to listen. Therefore, even with Pang Han's mediocre skills, he was able to sneak into the heavily guarded back courtyard of Foguang Temple.

Pang Han stumbled into a courtyard and suddenly heard faint crying coming from inside. He hurriedly stole... He sneaked over and poked a hole in the paper window to peek inside. He saw over a dozen women lying haphazardly, some sitting, some reclining, all completely naked and bound. A chamber pot sat nearby, and the stench was overwhelming, making Pang Han nauseous.

He endured the stench and searched among the women for his master's wife, but after a long search, he couldn't find her.

Suddenly, the Buddhist shrine in the room moved, as if it were a mechanism. It moved open, and several monks emerged, all burly and with piercing eyes, clearly skilled in martial arts.

One of the monks chuckled strangely, "Ladies, you are all honored guests of our temple. Since you are so eager for a child, I and my fellow monks have no choice but to reluctantly do our best to share your burden." "

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These monks stripped naked, intending to commit illicit acts. The women screamed in terror; their initial desperation for children had turned to deep regret.

Pang Han suddenly understood, thinking, 'So that's how it is. They lure so many women here, using whatever despicable means to drug and bind them, then commit their indecent acts to impregnate them. So this is what the so-called efficacy of Foguang Temple is all about. No wonder so many women went home pregnant. These women, having suffered such humiliation, are naturally too ashamed to speak out; they can only suffer in silence.'" Thinking of this

, Pang Han became even more worried about his master's wife's safety, but seeing so many women being humiliated, he couldn't just stand by and watch them die. In desperation, Pang Han ran to the nearby stable, where he found plenty of firewood, and with a heavy heart, he set it on fire.

Meanwhile, the monks were happily entering the harbor when they suddenly heard someone shouting outside, "The stable is on fire! Quickly, put out the fire!"

Upon hearing the news, the monks immediately ran out naked to fight the fire. Taking advantage of their inattention, Pang Han quickly slipped into the room and untied the women. Just as these women were in despair, they suddenly saw a savior descend from the sky, and in their excitement, they surrounded him, thanking him profusely.

Pang Han had never seen so many naked women before, and blushing, he said, "Don't thank me yet. Quickly find some clothes to put on, and then run away as fast as you can. By the way, have you seen a young lady?" He then described Gong Rui's appearance.

A woman in her thirties said, "My benefactor, this lady is probably still in the dungeon. You need to go through the mechanism in this Buddhist shrine."

Pang Han saw that the mechanism was still open and said, "You all go quickly, I still need to rescue people."

The women said, "My benefactor saved our lives, how can we only think of escaping ourselves? My benefactor, please go in quickly and rescue her. We will keep watch outside for you."

Pang Han said, "That's too dangerous. Those monks are all skilled fighters, you are no match for them. If they come back, it will be too late. Your most urgent task is to go to the government office to report and notify your family to come to the rescue. That would be helping me."

The women thought it over and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, expressing their gratitude profusely before leaving!

Pang Han came to the dark opening of the mechanism. Thinking that his master's wife might be in danger, he immediately steeled his heart and said, "For my master's wife, I'll risk it all!" He gritted his teeth and jumped in.

The long, dark passageway reeked of dampness and mildew. Pang Han lit a tinderbox and made his way forward by its light. After walking for an unknown distance, he suddenly saw several lights ahead, and it seemed as if people were talking in the distance. Pang Han

quickly extinguished the tinderbox and slowly made his way along the stone wall. It turned out that the light was in a stone chamber, where two monks were drinking and talking. One of them was the novice monk who guarded the door, and the other was the lecherous monk who had been ringing the bell. The

novice monk who guarded the door said, "Brother Puhui, our abbot has set a rule that we can only mess with women who are surrogate mothers. We can't touch respectable women who come to offer incense. Besides, this young lady is the wife of Pang Wanchun of the Wudu Sect. You've dared to mess with her. Do you still want to live in this world?" The monk who struck the bell disagreed, saying, "

Brother Puzhi, you're too cowardly. As long as Pang Wanchun doesn't find out about this, our Foguang Temple will be fine. I've already sent men to hunt down his little disciple, and I believe they've already taken his head. Besides, I really like this young lady; her seductive charm is so alluring. I want to sleep with her the moment I see her."

Puzhi said, "Your recklessness will bring disaster to Foguang Temple sooner or later. Remember, this matter must not be leaked. This is a one-time exception."

Puhui put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, brother."

Puzhi said, "Let me make this clear from the start: you're responsible for the mess you made. If Pang Wanchun comes after you, Foguang Temple will hold you accountable!"

Puhui said, "I know, please rest assured, brother." Puzhi

coughed, turned and left. Pang Han saw him come out and quickly hid behind a stone pillar, thinking to himself, "It seems that the one who stole my master's wife was indeed that thieving monk who rang the bell. As long as Pang Han follows him, he will be able to find my master's wife's hiding place." Sure enough ,

after his senior brother left, Pu Hui drank a few more cups of wine before staggering to his feet, hiccuping, and carrying a lantern, he walked into the darkness.

Pang Han followed slowly behind him, afraid of being discovered. Fortunately, Pu Hui was a bit slow-witted after drinking and naturally didn't notice Pang Han following him.

After walking for a while, Pu Hui stopped in front of a stone door, took out a key, and opened it, revealing a faint light inside.

Pang Han quickly hid behind the door and peered through the crack into the stone chamber.

He saw his master's wife, Gong Rui, disheveled and tied to a stone pillar, her hair in disarray, her face pale, clearly greatly frightened. Seeing Pu Hui enter, she hurriedly shouted, "You bald thief, let me go right now, or the Wudu Sect won't forgive you!"

Pu Hui leered, "Go ahead and shout, no one will hear you even if you scream until the sky falls. My fate with you, young lady, is a thousand years of cultivation. The moment I saw you today, my soul flew away. How could I not play with you and do justice to my skills? Come on, my darling, my skills are the bedroom arts taught to me by a Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain. My technique is superb and I guarantee you'll be satisfied! You'll want to come back again after the first time!"

Gong Rui spat and said, "You thieving bald monk, as a Buddhist disciple, how can you be so impure? What kind of logic is this, forcibly taking a woman?"

Pu Hui laughed, "I am not a Buddhist disciple, how can I abide by the temple's rules? I and... " "My fellow disciples are nothing but a band of ordinary mountain bandits. By sheer coincidence, a group of monks from Foguang Temple contracted the plague and all died, which is how we seized this great temple. You women all offered yourselves to us, so how can you blame us?"

He approached with a grin, about to tear off his master's wife's clothes. Gong Rui screamed and struggled desperately, but Pu Hui became even more excited, saying, "I love hot women like this, much more interesting than those whiny, sullen women!" With that, he stepped forward and forcefully ripped off his master's wife's outer garment, revealing her undergarment and snow-white arms.

Pu Hui's eyes lit up at the sight, and his thieving hands were about to breach his master's wife's last line of defense when, with a thud, Pu Hui was struck hard on the back of the head and fell to the ground with a thud.

The one who struck him was, of course, Pang Han. He had been hiding behind, intending to take advantage of Pu Hui's distraction to launch a surprise attack, and it worked perfectly; Pu Hui fell to the ground.

Upon seeing Pang Han, Gong Rui burst into tears of joy, saying, "Han'er, you've finally come! I thought I'd never see you again in this life."

Pang Han untied the ropes binding Gong Rui and said, "This isn't the place to talk. Master's wife, let's escape together."

Just then, someone sneered, "Trying to escape? No way!"

Pang

Han looked closely and saw that the speaker was Pu Zhi, who was standing angrily at the door with several monks.

Pang Han blocked Gong Rui's path and shouted, "You scum, what do you want here?"

Pu Zhi looked at Pu Hui lying on the ground; it turned out that Pang Han had used too much force with his staff, killing him instantly. Puzhi angrily said, "What are you doing? I'll make you two pay for my junior brother's death!"

The senior monk behind him also shouted, "He must have been the one who set the fire and released the people! Let's catch him and rip out his heart to feed the dogs!"

Pang Han saw that these people were blocking the door, and he and his master's wife had no way to get out. The situation was extremely dangerous, and he really didn't know what to do. He suddenly had an idea and shouted, "You bunch of rats, your evil deeds have already been discovered by the government. Soldiers will be coming to suppress the bandits soon. You'd better retreat quickly, or you'll lose your lives after being captured!"

Puzhi laughed and said, "Who are you trying to fool? Foguang Temple is a hundred miles away from the nearest prefectural city. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The government is nothing. Even if someone comes to suppress us, we brothers have nothing to fear."

Gong Rui whispered, "It seems that we won't be able to get out of here alive today." "Han'er, just kill me, so I won't be defiled by those beasts before I die!"

Pang Han turned around urgently and said, "Master's wife, please don't lose heart. As long as we buy some more time, someone will surely come to rescue us."

Puzhi chuckled and said, "You're quite optimistic, kid. Let me tell you, even if someone knows the entrance to this dungeon, as long as the mechanism is sealed, no matter how hard outsiders try, it will be useless. Just give up on that idea!"

Pang Han asked, "What kind of bandits are you, and why are you robbing this Foguang Temple?"

A senior monk behind Puzhi said impatiently, "Senior Brother Puzhi, this kid is clearly stalling for time by asking all these questions. Why don't we just kill him now? Delay might cause trouble!"

Puzhi seemed very arrogant and said, "Hey, since this kid wants to die knowing the truth, let's grant his wish."

He said to Pang Han, "Let me tell you, we are Black Wind..." "Brothers of the stronghold, I am Guo Feng, the second-in-command. I've been a bandit king for over ten years. Three years ago, I went to rob Foguang Temple, only to find that all the monks had died from a strange plague. Our leader, Gao Kui, saw this as a good opportunity to change our identities, so everyone shaved their heads, lit incense scars, and became Buddhist disciples."

Pang Han suddenly realized, "So you also thought about turning over a new leaf and changing your way of life?"

Pu Zhi snorted coldly and said, "Nonsense. Foguang Temple is in a remote location, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's a good place for us to do our underworld business. Becoming monks is just a temporary measure. I'm used to drinking and eating meat, how could I be a burden? The brothers were just too eager for women, which is why they got involved with those women, and sure enough, things went wrong."

Pu Zhi continued, "Now that you know what you need to know, do you want me to do it, or do you..." "How about a final showdown?"

Pang Han said, "Our Wudu Sect has no cowards. It's just that our master set a rule: Wudu Sect disciples must die by the blade of their opponent. Suicide is a spineless act. Since I've heard you're also a powerful bandit, do you dare to challenge me to a duel? Of course, if you're afraid of death, then forget it. I won't complain about being outnumbered."

Puzhi laughed, "Heh heh, you've got guts, daring to put me on the spot. Fine, I'm itching for a fight. Let's have a go."

Pang Han said, "Alright, it's a deal. No outsiders can interfere during the duel. Life and death depend entirely on our fair competition."

Puzhi said, "Okay, it's a deal. All brothers, watch from the sidelines. No one is allowed to interfere, or don't blame me for being impolite." The monks seemed very afraid of Puzhi, and all nodded. No one dared to stop him.

Puzhi selected a broadsword from the weapon rack and asked Pang Han, "What weapon do you want?"

Pang Han replied, "We, the Wudu Sect, are swordsmen, so naturally we need a fine sword." He then took a longsword from the rack.

Gong Rui knew that Pang Han was the youngest disciple in the sect and was quite worried about him, which was why Puzhi was so arrogant.

Gong Rui pulled Pang Han aside and whispered, "Han'er, are you really up to the task? The Thunder Sword Technique has thirteen moves, and you've only learned six. How can you contend with those fierce bandits?" Pang Han replied softly,

"The situation is dire. What we need to do is stall for time as much as possible. We have to fight even if we can't. Besides, those bandits might not be that strong. As long as I do my best to use my strengths, there might still be a chance of survival." Gong Rui sighed, "

Even if you win, it will still be difficult for us to survive!"

Pang Han looked deeply at Gong Rui and said, word by word, "Even if I have to give my life, I will save my master's wife from this hellhole!" His tone was firm and full of meaning.

Since marrying Pang Wanchun, Gong Rui had never seen anyone treat her like this. She was immediately moved to tears by these words, and her affection for Pang Han deepened.

Pang Han, carrying his longsword, came to the center of the stone chamber and said, "High Monk Puzhi, please make the first move."

Puzhi lazily held his broadsword and said, "How could I bully a child? You go first."

Gong Rui said, "Alright, you said so, I'll make the first move." With that, she twirled her longsword, and the tip flashed like lightning, piercing Puzhi's throat.

Puzhi was startled, not expecting the boy's sword strike to be so swift. He hurriedly raised his broadsword to block, but Pang Han's longsword moved like a serpent, aiming for Puzhi's right knee acupoint. Puzhi's broadsword missed its mark, and he naturally swung his sword downwards to defend. However, this was also a feint. By the time Puzhi guessed the direction of the third move, his left arm's Quchi acupoint had already been pierced by the sword, and blood immediately spurted out.

Puzhi cried out, clutching his left arm, and jumped out of the circle, angrily saying, "Good lad, your swordsmanship is indeed formidable!" But inwardly, he was filled with fear. He truly hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary boy to possess such superb swordsmanship skills. Although his movements were still somewhat immature, every gesture displayed the demeanor of a master. This time, he was truly doomed. Gong

Rui could no longer contain her joy. She never expected her youngest disciple to possess such skill, defeating the Black Wind Stronghold's second-in-command in a single move.

Pang Han flicked his longsword, pointing it at Puzhi, and said, "You're a renowned figure in the martial world, shouldn't you admit defeat?"

Puzhi laughed, "That's right, I was careless. Of course I admit defeat, but your lives will remain here."

Pang Han angrily retorted, "Why are you dishonest?" Puzhi sneered, "We only agreed to a contest, not that I'd let you go if you won. So I can admit defeat, but your lives will remain! Brothers, charge! Kill the men, rape the women!" "

The monks shouted and surged forward. Pang Han was enraged, his longsword flying up and down, instantly striking several monks who fell to the ground. However, due to the overwhelming numbers of the enemy, Pang Han and Gong Rui were quickly cornered.

Pu Zhi, having bandaged his wound, stepped forward with his broadsword. Taking advantage of Pang Han's momentary lapse in attention, he slashed Pang Han's chest, and with a hiss, two snow-white objects flew out and landed on the ground.

Pu Zhi went over to look and saw that they were two women's stockings. He laughed and said, "You called us shameless cowards, but you're just as lewd. Otherwise, what's the point of hiding women's stockings in your clothes?" The monks also stopped fighting and joined in the mockery of Pang Han.

Gong Rui immediately recognized them as hers and blushed as she asked Pang Han from behind, "Han'er, why didn't you throw those things away?" Pang

Han's private affairs were exposed, and his face turned a deep purplish-red. He was naturally unable to answer, and just as he was feeling awkward, a loud cannon boomed outside, followed by deafening shouts of battle.

Puzhi exclaimed in surprise, "What happened? You all need to go see!"

Several senior monks went away briefly and immediately returned to report, "It's terrible! That kid was right, the government troops really are here! And they're about to attack!"

Puzhi glared fiercely at Pang Han and said, "You're lucky today, kid. We'll see!" With that, he and the other monks hurriedly left through another tunnel exit.

At this moment, only Pang Han and his master's wife remained in the stone chamber. Pang Han tried his best to avoid Gong Rui's burning gaze, simply lowering his head and changing the subject, saying, "Luckily, the government troops arrived early, otherwise we would really be dead here."

Gong Rui ignored him, walked over to pick up the silk stockings on the ground, and asked, "Han'er, why didn't you answer the question I just asked you?" "

Volume 1, Chapter 6: An Affair with the Master's Wife

" Pang Han stammered, head down, "I...I think...it's a bit of a waste to throw it away, so, so I'll keep it for now..." Lost in his rambling, he didn't notice Gong Rui slowly approaching him.

Gong Rui leaned closer to Pang Han, her eyes fixed on him, and suddenly asked, "Why do you like these stockings? Is it because you like their texture and feel? Or...because I wore them?" "

Pang Han murmured, "Yes..." He hesitated for a long time before finally mustering his courage to say, "Please forgive me, Master's wife. I hid them because they are your personal belongings. Keeping them is like having you by my side. I..."

Pang Han was still speaking with his head down when he suddenly felt a fragrance wafting over. A pair of brocade stockings had been handed to him, and the jade-like hand holding them belonged to Gong Rui. Pang Han looked down and saw that her feet were bare, obviously the stockings had just been taken off.

Pang Han asked in surprise, "Master's wife, you... why are you doing this?"

Gong Rui smiled shyly, "You've helped me so much, it's nothing to give you these. I just wore them today." "

I just wore these today," the words made Pang Han's blood boil. Just as he was about to say something, a commotion arose outside the door. Pang Han hurriedly stuffed the brocade socks into his clothes, and saw that Gong Rui had already turned her head away, reacting even faster than him.

Pang Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only to see a group of soldiers rush in. The leaders were actually two women who shouted, "Benefactor, are you alright?"

Pang Han recognized them immediately; these two were among the women he had rescued. It turned out they had brought the soldiers.

Seeing that Pang Han was alright, the two women came over to congratulate him. Pang Han asked, "How did you manage to bring so many soldiers?"

One of them replied, "We originally intended to gather some able-bodied men from nearby towns to help, but on the way we encountered Commander Liu, who was mobilizing troops to participate in military affairs in another province. We went up to inform him of this, and this commander is a good official. He immediately sent five hundred soldiers to assist us and also brought a red-coated cannon. The entrance to the dungeon was blasted open with this cannon." "It's a pity that several of the main thieves are gone!"

Pang Han breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Good deeds are truly rewarded. If I hadn't lent a helping hand back then, and these women had been violated by that thieving monk, my master's wife and I wouldn't be saved now." (Novel) He sighed inwardly.

After some brief conversation, once everything was settled, Pang Han and Gong Rui bid farewell to the soldiers and the woman, returning to the Wudu Sect. Returning home again, he felt a complex mix of emotions.

More than ten days had passed since the incident, and Pang Han's reunion with Gong Rui was now awkward. The thin veil between them had been torn away, and their thoughts and feelings were now completely exposed. However, due to their relationship and status, they couldn't express their true feelings through concrete actions.

One day, Pang Han was practicing his martial arts on the back mountain. Because his senior brothers looked down on his skills and refused to practice with him, he had chosen a cave on the back mountain as his training ground. After practicing the Thunder Sword Technique for a while, he was drenched in sweat. Just as he was about to return home, a loud clap of thunder sounded outside, and it began to rain.

Pang Han sighed, "It looks like this rain will last all day. Perhaps I'll have to stay in this cave for another night." "Fortunately, this cave was originally the place where a senior of the Wudu Sect used to cultivate in seclusion, so it was complete with a stone table, stone benches, and stone bed, making it very convenient for resting or practicing.

Pang Han gathered a pile of dry grass from the corner, spread it on the stone bed, and lit a fire in the cave, which immediately warmed him up.

He came to the cave entrance and looked out, only to see fine, continuous rain falling on the earth. Suddenly, a slender figure appeared in the rain, seemingly carrying a box, walking towards the cave entrance.

Pang Han thought to himself, 'Who is this? Why does she look so familiar?'

As the person approached, Pang Han exclaimed, 'Master's wife, what brings you here?'

Gong Rui entered the cave, put down the box, shook off the rain, and said with a sweet smile, 'I saw you were practicing hard, so I made some food for you. I didn't expect it to start raining halfway there, and I didn't bring any rain gear. I got soaked.'" Pang Han felt bad and said, "

I'm so sorry to have my master's wife bring me food, and to make you get soaked in the rain. Come and warm yourself by the fire, and take off your wet clothes to dry."

Gong Rui opened the food box and found a large bowl of white rice, four dishes, and even a pot of wine.

Gong Rui said, "You eat first, I'll go change my clothes. Remember, don't turn around!"

Pang Han said seriously, "Don't worry, Master's wife, you know me best. I absolutely won't turn around."

Gong Rui laughed, "I know your character; what you said earlier was obviously a joke."

Pang Han ate the food his master's wife had prepared, but he could hear the rustling sounds of clothes being removed behind him. He kept reminding himself, "Don't turn around, don't turn around… I can stay home, but I still have a mirror." He took out a small bronze mirror from his pouch and looked behind him.

Before he could admire the beautiful view for long, he heard Gong Rui say, "Have you seen enough? I know your mirror is reflecting me."

Pang Han stuck out his tongue, put the mirror back, apologized, and dared not have any further thoughts.

After a while, Gong Rui said, "You can turn around now." Pang Han turned around and smiled wryly. It turned out that Gong Rui had used wet clothes to set up a temporary curtain to separate the two of them. Gong Rui was still completely naked on the other side, while Pang Han could only see his master's wife's head and snow-white shoulders.

Gong Rui sat on the stone bed and said, "These haystacks are quite soft; you've found a good spot."

Pang Han smiled bitterly, "It's all because my senior brothers look down on me and forced me here."

Gong Rui said, "Actually, your kung fu is quite good. You even defeated that Puzhi. I don't think anyone in the sect is much stronger than you."

Pang Han said, "In our Wudu Sect, everything is based on seniority. I have the lowest rank, so naturally I've learned the least. Although I've always studied diligently, I'm far inferior to my senior brothers in terms of moves and skills."

Gong Rui laughed, "Why are you being so modest? I know your true strength." Just then, Gong Rui suddenly shouted, "There are bugs! There are bugs! You scared me to death!"

Pang Han said urgently, "They must be bugs in the hay. Where are they? I'll come and kill them!" He rushed over the curtain at lightning speed.

Gong Rui rushed out, and Pang Han rushed in. Their bodies collided instantly. Without any hesitation, without any obstruction, and without even exchanging glances, their fiery lips were pressed tightly together, like a fire burning brighter and brighter. The figures on the stone wall danced wildly, constantly changing positions. The sounds of wind, rain, and thunder mingled together, along with the crackling of the fire, but nothing seemed to stop the vibrant spring in the cave.

Much later, Pang Han rested his head on his master's wife's lap. Her snow-white thighs were shapely and long, and Pang Han's hands gently caressed them, not missing an inch. Gong Rui playfully rubbed her feet together, giggling, and asked, "I didn't expect you to be so naughty. You're so young, yet you know so many tricks."

Pang Han chuckled and said, "I have to thank my senior brothers for often bringing back interesting books for me to read from the foot of the mountain. They've always been good to me in this regard."

Gong Rui rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're so annoying!" Then she sighed softly, "It's a pity that such times won't last long."

Pang Han innocently said, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who else will know?"

Gong Rui shook her head and said, "Saying things like that proves you're still a child."

Pang Han remembered something and immediately jumped up, saying, "Didn't you say there were bugs in this grass? We haven't caught any yet."

Gong Rui suddenly burst into laughter, saying, "Silly boy, there aren't any bugs. I was just kidding you..."

(Chapter 7 of Volume 1: An Affair with the Master's Wife)

Gong Rui's laughter was unrestrained and carefree. Pang Han had never seen such hearty laughter before, and he laughed too, "So you were lying to me. Let's see how I deal with you." (Novel) "

Gong Rui stretched out her snow-white jade foot, hooking his chin with her toes, and giggled, "Alright, come and deal with me, let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve..."

The two were engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, their battle fierce and intense. At the height of their excitement, Pang Han picked Gong Rui up and pressed her against the stone wall, thrusting vigorously. Just as he was getting into it, Pang Han suddenly noticed that a piece of the stone wall had peeled off, revealing some faint writing.

Pang Han said, "Huh, there seem to be words on this wall." Gong Rui, panting, turned around and laughed, "You're amazing, you even cracked this stone wall!"

Pang Han didn't reply. He put down Gong Rui's legs and approached the stone wall to examine it closely. He was shocked to find that the stone wall seemed to have been artificially modified, as if to conceal something.

He continued to peel away the peeling stone, and unexpectedly, the gap widened with each peel, eventually revealing a square section of stone wall, about ten feet in size, covered with inscriptions.

Gong Rui also came over and asked, "What is this?"

Pang Han said, "Judging from the content, it seems to be a sword manual about the Thunder Sword Technique. This must have been left behind by a senior who lived in this stone cave before."

Gong Rui said, "Could it be his martial arts secret manual? Because he felt it would be a pity if his unique skills could not be passed down to the world, so he carved this text to leave it for someone with the right destiny to see."

Pang Han nodded without speaking, carefully studying the sword manual on the stone wall for a long time. Suddenly, the image of a swordsman kept appearing in his mind, continuously demonstrating the Thunder Sword Technique to him.

Pang Han jumped off the stone bed, found a long sword, and matched the six forms of the Thunder Sword Technique he had learned with the sword manual on the stone wall. After practicing the sword technique, he felt different from usual, and his martial arts progress had greatly increased.

He said happily, "This senior is truly a master. With his guidance on the sword manual, the power of my Thunder Sword Technique has greatly improved. It's just a pity that I only know six forms." Gong Rui laughed, "

What's so difficult about that? When I see your master again, I'll just ask him to teach you the rest of his sword techniques, won't I?"

Pang Han asked in surprise, "Really? Will Master agree to this?"

Gong Rui said, "You saved my life and have made a great contribution to our sect. I believe Pang Wanchun won't refuse."

Pang Han happily stepped forward, hugged Gong Rui, and kissed her repeatedly, saying, "If it really works out, I don't know how to thank you."

Gong Rui's eyes were alluring as she softly said, "Then it depends on your performance."

When the two came out of the cave, it was already the afternoon of the next day. Both of them had bright smiles on their faces, but these smiles disappeared when a message arrived.

It turned out that a letter was placed on the table in Gong Rui's room, saying that Pang Wanchun would be hosting a distinguished guest at his home in three months, so he had to return to the Wudu Sect within three days.

As Gong Rui read the letter, she sighed softly, "See? I knew such good times wouldn't last long." "

But what Pang Han was thinking about was how not to give himself away in front of his master, after all, having an affair with his master's wife was a heinous crime. Besides, he was an orphan his master had taken in, and his master had raised him; it was really inexcusable to steal someone else's wife like this.

However, since Gong Rui had already had her first time with him, there would naturally be a second and a third time. In short, during the three days that Pang Wanchun was not back, the stone cave in the back mountain was filled with endless spring colors.

Happy days are always short-lived. Finally, his master Pang Wanchun returned. Not only was his master not leaving this time, but he also wanted to stay at home for three months. This was something that Pang Han and his master's wife did not want to see, but they had no choice but to accept it."

Life returned to its usual tranquility, and Pang Han gradually devoted all his energy to practicing martial arts. Pang Wanchun did not restrict his disciples to any particular time or place; he would teach whenever he was in the mood, and ignore them when he was in a bad mood. The disciples of the Wudu Sect had learned to be self-reliant, and a group of them would gather together to privately study and practice swordsmanship, and they were having a great time learning. However, because Pang Han had the lowest status, he never got the opportunity to practice with his senior brothers.

One day, Pang Wanchun found Pang Han and asked, "I heard from your master's wife that you've been behaving well lately, and even saved her life, is that right?"

Pang Han nodded and said, "It's my duty as a disciple to do my best for my master's wife."

Pang Wanchun nodded and smiled, "Your performance is very good, I'm very satisfied. It's good that you're there to protect her; however, your martial arts are weak, so if you really encounter a tough opponent, it won't be as easy to deal with as the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold. Oh well, I'll have to teach you sooner or later anyway, so I'll impart the essence of the Thirteen Forms of Thunder Sword Technique to you. You must remember it carefully and practice diligently in the future!"

Pang Han thought to himself, "I'm really sorry, Master. I slept with his woman and now I have to learn his special skills." Filled with guilt and gratitude, he immediately knelt down to thank his master.

Pang Wanchun waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me yet. I'll only demonstrate the Thunder Sword Technique once before you. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny." He then drew his longsword and began to dance in the courtyard. A white blur moved about, accompanied by the incessant roar of the sword and the cry of a dragon. Although the Thunder Sword Technique only had thirteen forms, each contained seventy-two variations, making it incredibly unpredictable and difficult to master. Therefore, those in the martial world were always at a loss when faced with the Thunder Sword Technique.

After demonstrating the thirteen forms of Thunder, Pang Wanchun leisurely strolled back to his room, leaving Pang Han behind, deep in thought. He wasn't distressed by his inability to grasp the subtleties, but rather desperately trying to memorize all the variations to match the sword manual in the stone cave. Perhaps even Pang Wanchun didn't know that Pang Han actually possessed superhuman memory and comprehension; it was just that he rarely had the opportunity to demonstrate it, so no one knew about this ability.

The three-month period was coming to an end, and it was the day the Wudu Sect was to welcome their distinguished guest. Pang Wanchun and all the disciples of the sect gathered in the hall, waiting for the guest's arrival.

Pang Han stood at the back row, secretly wondering, "Who is this person of such importance that Master has to make such a grand entrance for them?"

Just as he thought this, he heard a man outside the gate laugh, "Long time no see, Brother Pang! I've missed you terribly!"

A middle-aged man dressed in black, with a purple face and a bushy beard, walked in, a long sword slung across his back. Three disciples, dressed similarly, followed behind him.

Pang Wanchun greeted him expressionlessly, saying, "You're too kind. What brings you here today, Brother Li?"

Li Song smiled and said, "Nothing much, just wanted to see if Brother Pang's swordsmanship has improved." Upon hearing this, the Wudu Sect disciples were furious. If Pang Wanchun hadn't stopped them, several disciples would have rushed out to beat him up.

Pang Han asked a senior brother surnamed Liu beside him, "Who is this person, and why is he so arrogant?"

Senior brother Liu snorted coldly and said, "Have you been sitting alone in the back mountain all day and gone mad? Don't you even know Li Song? He is the leader of another branch of our sect. He came to challenge the sect twenty years ago in order to regain his orthodox position in the Wudu Sect, but he was defeated by Master. He said he would come back for revenge in twenty years. Now the twenty-year period has arrived. Master came home so quickly to prepare to fight him."

Li Song sat down and drank fragrant tea, chatting with Pang Wanchun as if they were friends. Pang Wanchun answered him expressionlessly, and the atmosphere in the hall was very strange.

At this moment, Li Song said, "Things have changed in the past twenty years, but Brother Pang is still so vigorous. The Wudu Sect has developed quite well under your leadership."

Pang Wanchun sneered, "Back then, my grandmaster Pang Tianfang defeated your grandmaster Li Zun and seized the orthodox status of the Wudu Sect, which proves that the Wudu Sect's martial arts are the true lineage. It is only natural that we can carry forward the Wudu Sect."

Upon hearing this, the three disciples behind Li Song glared angrily. The disciples of the Wudu Sect were not to be outdone. They all stepped forward with their hands on their sword hilts, and the scene became tense.

Li Song casually sipped his tea and chuckled, "We're all from the same martial arts lineage, just exchanging skills. Why the hostility? I'm not very talented, but in the past twenty years, I've not only honed my skills myself but also taken on three unworthy disciples. I'd like to come to the martial arts sect to learn from them. I wonder if Brother Pang could send a few of his disciples for a proper spar?"

Pang Wanchun wasn't about to back down, replying, "Of course! Ge Nan, Lu Hua, and Ni Hui, you three come out and spar with those three friends."

The three disciples stepped forward, and Li Song's three disciples also drew their swords, and one-on-one duels ensued. For a moment, the hall was filled with the dazzling light of swords and the incessant shouts of battle.

Pang Han, still trying to observe the situation, suddenly felt someone tap him on the back. He turned around and saw his master's wife, Gong Rui, beckoning him outside to talk.

Pang Han reluctantly left the hall and followed Gong Rui to a corner away from the main hall. He asked, "What are your instructions, Master's Wife?"

Gong Rui didn't speak, but tears welled up in her eyes first. Pang Han immediately became nervous and asked, "What happened? Don't be afraid, tell us and we'll face it together!" Gong Rui

gave him a resentful look and lowered her head, saying, "I wasn't feeling well today, so I went to see a doctor, but who knew something like this would happen?"

Pang Han was startled and asked, "What illness does Master's Wife have? Is it serious?"

Gong Rui blushed and said, word by word, "I'm not sick, I'm pregnant..."

(Volume 1, Chapter 8 of

"An Affair with Master's Wife") "What?!"

"Pregnant?!"

Upon hearing this, Pang Han felt as if he had been struck on the head with a heavy hammer. He cried out in fright, then quickly covered his mouth, afraid that others would hear, and whispered, "Is it true? Will the doctor leak this?"

Gong Rui said, "I asked Wang Po, the owner of the shoe shop, to find the doctor. He specializes in treating the private ailments of many ladies. I even gave him extra money, so I believe no one will know about this."

Pang Han said with a bitter face, "That's strange. We've been very careful. How could this happen? Could it be that we went too far that night? Or perhaps this child is Master's..."

Gong Rui glared at him and said, "What did you say? Are you trying to renege on your promise? Pang Wanchun hasn't slept with me for three months to deal with Li Song. Of course, you're the father of this child."

Pang Han said, "I'm not trying to renege on my promise. I'm just stating a possibility. Since the child isn't Master's..." "That's mine, of course I'll admit it. But how should we deal with this now? How about we elope together?"

Gong Rui said, "Elope? Where can we go? Pang Wanchun is so powerful. If he finds out about our affair and spreads it throughout the martial world, where in this vast world will we have a place to hide? Elopement is absolutely not feasible."

Pang Han said, "Then what should we do? We can't just abort the child, it's our flesh and blood, we absolutely can't do that."

Gong Rui thought for a moment and said, "The best we can do now is to try to hide it. I'll try to have sex with him these next few days and tell him I'm pregnant with his child, hoping to get away with it." Pang

Han said, "But there's a three-month difference. What if the child is born too early? How will we explain it to Master?" Gong

Rui shook her head and said, "I don't know what to do either. Let's just take it one step at a time. I need to go and discuss it with Granny Wang."

Seeing that no one was around, Pang Han pulled Gong Rui into his arms and said, "No matter what, Master's wife, remember that Han'er will always be by your side. No matter how things end up, whether we live or die, we can never be separated in this life."

Gong Rui bit her lips, and two lines of tears streamed down her face. She said, "I'm content with just hearing you say that. Go to the main hall quickly, don't let Pang Wanchun see through our plan."

Pang Han stroked her hair, gently kissed her forehead, and then turned and went back to the main hall.

At this moment, the situation in the hall was very clear. Ge Nan, Lu Hua, and Ni Hui were already on the defensive. Although their opponents also used the Thunder Sword Technique, their sword techniques were different, and their power was incomparable. After thirty moves, with a series of thuds, all three of them fell to the ground, struck by the sword. The entire hall erupted in uproar. It should be known that there had been many people in the martial arts world who had come to challenge the Wudu Sect over the years, but none of them had been able to withstand more than a few moves from the Wudu Sect. Ge Nan, Lu Hua, and Ni Hui were all Pang Wanchun's most prized disciples, and their use of the Thunder Sword Technique was superb. Even Pang Wanchun praised them highly. However, they were so easily defeated, which was truly unexpected. In the novel's first installment,

Li Song laughed, "It seems Brother Pang has neglected to discipline his disciples. With such mediocre skills, if they fell into my hands, I would surely expel them from the sect and they could no longer call themselves disciples of the Wudu Sect."

Pang Wanchun's face was extremely ugly. He said, "How dare a defeated opponent claim to be brave? Twenty years ago you lost to my sword, and now your fate will be the same!"

Li Song stood up abruptly and said, "Since that's the case, then I will experience Brother Pang's superior skills."

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Master, your disciple will take this job for you."

Everyone turned around and were all shocked. It turned out that the one who spoke was Pang Han, the lowest-ranking disciple in the sect.

Pang Wanchun glanced at Pang Han and said, "Are you out of your mind? Go back!"

Li Song laughed and said, "It's rare to find such a spirited disciple in the Wudu Sect. Come on, I'm in a good mood today and willing to play a few moves with this kid."

Pang Wanchun shook his head helplessly and said, "Since that's the case, Pang Han, you'll play a few moves with this Senior Li. Be careful not to touch him!" He deliberately emphasized the phrase "be careful not to touch him," hoping Li Song would show mercy.

Li Song smiled nonchalantly and said, "Brother Pang, don't worry, I wouldn't take my anger out on this kid." He suddenly exerted force from behind, and his long sword flew out of its sheath with a whoosh, landing lightly in his hand.

Pang Wanchun's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Good! This move of controlling the sword with qi is quite good!"

Li Song smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I haven't wasted any time these past few years, nor have I had time to marry a young lady."

Pang Wanchun knew he was mocking his older husband and younger wife, so he snorted a few times and didn't respond.

Pang Han had his own reasons for participating in this competition. He thought, "If I can win this competition and avert this crisis for the Wudu Sect, even if my affair with my master's wife is exposed, my master probably won't make things difficult for her anymore. What does it matter if I lose my life here?"

Li Song casually pointed his sword tip at the ground and said to Pang Han, "Young brother, I am an expert who has practiced swordsmanship for many years. If anything unexpected happens, please don't take offense."

Pang Han had long since disregarded life and death, and immediately said with a sigh, "Senior, please make your move. You don't need to worry about my life or death!"

Li Song's eyes lit up, and he praised, "You have guts! You are the only person I admire in the Wudu Sect!" Pang Wanchun's face was very ugly, thinking, "You're obviously saying that our Wudu Sect has no one left!"

Pang Han drew his long sword and assumed a starting stance. "Please, senior, make your move," said Pang Han.

Li Song replied, "Since you address me as senior, I certainly cannot treat you unfairly. How about this, I'll give you ten moves, and you won't retaliate within those ten moves. After ten moves, I'll attack you again, how about that?"

Pang Han said, "Thank you very much, then I won't stand on ceremony!" He twirled his sword tip and shouted, "Attention, the first move, Thunderous Might, is coming!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud. In martial arts competitions, everyone counters moves as they are made. How could one openly announce their move like that? Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap? However, when Pang Han unleashed Thunderous Might, not only the disciples of the Wudu Sect, but also Pang Wanchun and Li Song were all greatly surprised. Thunderous Might in Pang Han's hands actually had a different kind of power. The changes in the sword move were extremely strange, and the sword light swirled around, trapping Li Song within it.

Li Song, initially arrogant and dismissive of this man, soon regretted his carelessness after their first exchange. This young man was clearly a prodigy; his Thunder Sword Technique, when used, produced a thunderous roar, frightening Li Song into becoming increasingly cautious with each exchange. This only emboldened Pang Han, whose sword light flashed like countless serpents dancing and churning like sea dragons, leaving Li Song overwhelmed.

After ten hard-fought parries, Li Song finally had a chance to attack. With a shout, his sword light intensified, unleashing his killing move. It was the seventh move of the Thunder Sword Technique, Wind Chasing Thunder, the longsword moving like lightning, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, swiftly approaching Pang Han. Pang Han, without hesitation, countered with a swift and decisive move, his longsword twirling seven or eight times, forming a shimmering net of sword light that surrounded Li Song, neutralizing the entire Wind Chasing Thunder attack.

Li Song thought to himself, "I've been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years, hoping to avenge myself today. But I've been humiliated by a mere youth. Oh well, I don't need to hold back anymore. It's time to use my ultimate move." With a roar, he unleashed the tenth move, Thunderous Fury. The sword light formed several huge bolts of lightning, striking Pang Han's upper, middle, and lower body with deadly force.

Pang Wanchun shouted, "Using such a deadly move against a young man, Brother Li, don't you feel ashamed?!"

Li Song was only focused on killing Pang Han and completely ignored Pang Wanchun's shout. His sword light intensified, but Pang Han smiled slightly and flicked his longsword, actually using the same Thunderous Fury move, but with a different effect. The sword light, like thorns, pierced through the gaps between several huge thunderbolts and attacked Li Song. The hall was dazzling with light and thunder, so bright that everyone couldn't open their eyes. Those with weak skills even covered their ears. After several loud bangs, the light gradually faded, and a line of blood appeared on Pang Han's head, clearly indicating that his forehead had been slashed by a sword.

Just as Li Song's disciples were about to cheer, Li Song waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet. He approached Pang Han and exclaimed with delight, "Who taught you swordsmanship? I'm sure this isn't something Pang Wanchun could have taught you!"

Pang Han whispered a few words in his ear, and Li Song smiled and nodded, saying, "So that's it. The Wudu Sect has a worthy successor! Alas, why didn't I have a disciple like you!" His towering figure slowly collapsed; the fatal sword had pierced his heart. Three disciples rushed to his aid, but it was too late to save him.

Pang Han bowed his head apologetically, saying, "It's all my fault for not being skilled enough. Once I used my killing move, I couldn't stop it. Otherwise, Senior Li wouldn't have lost his life."

Two of them wanted to fight to the death, but one stopped them, saying, "We're outmatched. What's there to say? Let's bury our master quickly. We can take revenge later!" The three could only bitterly carry Li Song's body back.

The hall was deathly silent. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts and remained silent. Pang Wanchun broke the silence and said, "Han'er, come with me to the back."

After arriving at the back hall, Pang Wanchun took a sip of tea and asked, "Who taught you your swordsmanship?"

Pang Han lowered his head and said, "From you, Master."

With a sharp crack, Pang Wanchun threw the teacup on the ground and said, "Nonsense! I only demonstrated the Thunder Sword Technique to you once. You can't learn anything without the sword manual! Tell me quickly, who did you learn the sword manual from?"

Pang Han thought to himself, "I absolutely cannot tell Master the location of that cave, otherwise my affair with Master's wife will be exposed!" He could only make up a story: "A month ago, when I was practicing my sword in the back mountain, I met an old man with a white beard. He said my swordsmanship was too poor, so he taught me a few sword manual moves."

Pang Wanchun hummed in agreement, seemingly lost in thought, thinking to himself, "Could this be a deliberate act by Uncle-Master Huang Feng of the Thunder Sword?" "Pass it on to him?"

Pang Wanchun pondered for a moment and said, "Han'er, you can go down the mountain now."

Pang Han asked doubtfully, "Master, what do you mean..."

Pang Wanchun said, "What I mean is: you are now the disciple of the Wudu Sect's leader. Go and travel the martial world for five years, and then come back to take over the position of Wudu Sect's leader!"

Volume Two Sexy Female Constable Chapter One

The official road was bustling with traffic and dust filled the air. Thirty-three miles away from Xinliubao Post Station, there was a small teahouse. The owner, surnamed Pan, was an honest and kind man. Every day, he would serve passing guests a cup of hot tea and a plate of snacks to warm their hearts. Of course, he charged money for this.

One day, due to the heat, Manager Pan was dozing off at the counter when suddenly, the straw curtain was lifted, and a group of burly men rushed in, shouting, "Boss, bring us whatever you want, good wine and good food! We can afford any price!" Seeing that these men were not to be trifled with, the surrounding customers quickly paid their bills and left, leaving only a young man in white sitting in the northwest corner, sipping tea and lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around him. Manager

Pan, seeing that these men looked like fierce demons, naturally dared not neglect them. He hurriedly brought out a jar of fine daughter's red wine, and soon the table was filled with dishes. The burly men immediately began shouting and playing drinking games with great enthusiasm.

Amidst the commotion, another woman entered, calling out sweetly, "Manager, a pot of hot tea and two plates of snacks, please."

Everyone's eyes lit up. The woman who entered the teahouse was a beautiful young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a bright green shirt and deerskin boots. She had a high, full bust, long hair flowing over her shoulders, and looked delicate and soft. In her hand, however, she held a single-edged sword in a sharkskin sheath.

Except for the white-clad youth who remained unmoved, everyone else let out sounds of admiration. The beautiful woman, long accustomed to such scenes, paid no attention and simply waited for the tea and snacks to be served.

Several of the burly men were already red-eyed and wanted to make a move, but they were stopped by the leader, a scarred-faced man, who said, "The time is almost here. Don't cause trouble. Once we get the goods, what woman can't we have? Why make a fuss at this crucial moment!"

The henchmen seemed particularly afraid of their leader, and obediently sat down after hearing his words. The people at the three tables went about their own business, and no one bothered each other.

Seeing this, Manager Pan breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that nothing serious had happened.

The young woman, however, was quite interested, constantly looking around. Although she was glared at by the burly men a few times, she didn't seem to care. She also noticed the white-clad boy in the corner, seemingly quite dissatisfied that he was the only one who hadn't noticed her arrival.

The girl in green suddenly stood up and went to the table of the boy in white. Pointing to the empty seat next to

her, she asked, "Is this seat taken?" The boy in white was clearly not expected to be asked this. He paused for a moment, then said, "No one's here, but there are plenty of empty tables. You'd better find somewhere else to sit."

The girl in green plopped down opposite him and laughed, "I like this seat. There are too many filthy men over there; the smell is unpleasant." One of the burly men angrily shouted, "What did you say, little wench? Believe me, I'll make you smell an even filthier odor!"

The girl in green ignored him completely, simply sipping her tea leisurely. The burly man, feeling a bit stung, shut his mouth in boredom, which drew laughter from the others.

The white-clad youth whispered, "Alright then, you can sit here, but don't cause trouble."

The green-clad girl cupped her cheeks, gazing at the youth, then suddenly blushed and said, "Someone as handsome as you, what could possibly cause you trouble?"

The white-clad youth said helplessly, "Miss, we don't seem to know each other very well, do we? I don't wish to talk much right now, please make yourself at home!"

The green-clad girl chuckled and said, "We're about the same age, and both young, what's wrong with chatting? A beautiful woman as outstanding as me is taking the initiative to talk to you, and you're ignoring me? What are you thinking?"

A burly man shouted from the side, "He's thinking about how to sleep with you, hahaha!"

With a crisp slap, a green shadow flashed, and the burly man received a resounding slap. But by the time everyone heard the sound of the slap, the green-clad girl had already returned to her seat to drink tea. The speed of her movements was incredibly fast, beyond imagination.

Shouts rose and fell as a dozen burly men surrounded them. Seeing this, the white-clad youth hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "Friends, let's talk this out. Why resort to knives and guns?"

The scarred-face leader said, "We didn't want this either, but this slut provoked us. Damn it, we have no choice but to take her down." He then gestured for the men to rush forward and seize the green-clad girl. But the green figure flashed a few times, and in an instant, everyone was struck on pressure points. The burly men stood there dumbfounded, like clay statues. The green-clad girl clapped her hands, produced a token, and said, "I am from the Six Doors..." "You idiots, you just had to run into my hands! It would be an injustice not to bring you to justice!" "

Oh!" the white-clad youth exclaimed, laughing, "So you're a constable from the government! I never would have guessed."

The green-clad girl also giggled, "I didn't realize your skills were as impressive as your looks. If you hadn't used a few peanuts to strike the pressure points of the ringleaders, I wouldn't have been able to capture them so easily."

The girl bowed respectfully, saying, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Duan Feiying, a constable from the Six Doors."

The white-clad youth quickly returned the bow, saying, "I was very rude earlier..." "Pang Han, a disciple of the Xiawudu Sect." After

the two exchanged greetings, Duan Feiying ignored the bandits who had been immobilized by pressure point techniques, sat down to continue drinking tea, and said with a smile, "These few outlaws were audacious enough to try and rob government silver here. I received a tip and rushed over, never expecting to make a friend like Brother Pang. At first, I thought you were also a government official lying in wait here, which is why I came to get to know you."

Pang Han laughed, "So you also thought I was an official? You didn't expect me to be just a silly boy wandering the martial world, did you?"

Duan Feiying suddenly blushed and said, "Actually, I really hoped that you were one of us. You know..." "As a young woman doing this kind of men's work, I never seem to find a suitable friend,"

Pang Han said awkwardly. "Miss Duan, what are you saying? You're so outstanding, you must have plenty of good friends."

Duan Feiying said, "Your martial arts are excellent, why don't you serve the court? Since you're such a genius, why bother being among the common people?"

Pang Han sighed and said, "Everything I'm doing now is for one person."

Duan Feiying asked curiously, "Who is it that you're so concerned about?"

Pang Han shook his head and didn't speak, his thoughts returning to the Martial Capital Sect and to his master's wife.

He still remembered his last date with his master's wife before leaving. Gong Rui, with tears in her eyes, said, "It would be good to travel the martial world and escape this trouble."

Pang Han tightly grasped her slender hand and said, "Master's wife, just say the word, and I can stay."

Gong Rui shook her head sharply and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is your best chance. Becoming the sect leader's disciple in the Martial Capital Sect is a dream that many people can't achieve in their entire lives. You've obtained it so easily with just one opportunity. Do you think you still have a place in the sect? If you stay in the Martial Capital Sect any longer, your life will be in danger. From any perspective, leaving here is your best choice."

Pang Han hugged Gong Rui tightly. "Come with me," she said. "Let's go far away and avoid the pain of separation."

Gong Rui buried her head on Pang Han's shoulder and said softly, "You know this is impossible. If we leave together, our reputations will be ruined, and we'll be hunted down by the entire martial arts world. We'll be trapped with nowhere to go, and our situation will be unimaginable. Besides, I've already discussed it with Granny Wang. A month before I give birth, I'll find an excuse to stay with Granny Wang for a few months. Anyway, Pang Wanchun won't be in the sect, and the disciples are all rough men; no one will notice. After the child is born, I'll say the birth date is three months later. I've already smoothed things over with the midwife, the doctor, and the others. You don't need to worry about Pang Wanchun finding out."

She handed Pang Han a bag of silver, saying, "Life is hard, and you're inexperienced. You can't do without money. This bag contains about two hundred taels of silver, my personal savings, which I'm giving to you in the hopes that it will help you temporarily." Pang

Han accepted the silver, deeply grateful, and said, "But the road of the martial world is long, and without you, I don't know if I can go on."

Gong Rui choked up, saying, "I'm in the same boat as you. For now, all we can do is endure and wait. I hope you can make a name for yourself in the martial world, and the day you return to take over as the leader of the Wudu Sect will be my day of triumph. Therefore, for our future and for the child in my womb, you must create something of your own!"

Pang Han nodded firmly and said, "Don't worry, Master's wife, this..." "I have my own plans, and I will definitely not let you down!" In

Chapter Two of Volume Two, "Sexy Female Constable,"

Gong Rui asked shyly, "Do you still have the brocade stockings I gave you?"

Pang Han took two soft, white mounds from his bosom and said, "I've always kept them in my bosom, and wherever I go, it's as if you're by my side!"

Gong Rui hugged Pang Han tightly and said, "Han'er, give me one more time. I don't want you to leave like this."

Pang Han lowered his head and kissed Gong Rui's hot, moist place, becoming excited, and said, "If it weren't for these troublesome trivial matters, I would never want to leave my master's wife for the rest of my life!"

Gong Rui breathed heavily, accepting the fervent caresses and touches, her fiery expression capable of setting the entire forest ablaze. Pang Han gently removed the covering from her body and said, "This is our last time in the cave, so we must work hard."

Gong Rui smiled and said, "Alright, just consider this the beginning of your adventures in the martial world. A good start is half the battle, so you must work even harder!"

Pang Han immediately declared his determination, "That's right, don't worry, Master's wife, I will do my best and make sure you are satisfied!"

The firelight illuminated the stone wall, and the silhouettes on it danced wildly. Alluring moans echoed in the cave until the last loud cry, when all was quiet. Two hours had passed in the meantime.

Gong Rui was drenched in sweat, her face flushed, but filled with a happy smile.

Pang Han gently stroked her long, slender legs and asked, "What will you do after I leave?"

Gong Rui took out something and said, "After you leave, I'll only have this to use." It turned out to be the horn-shaped object.

Pang Han stroked Gong Rui's long hair and asked in a low voice, "Which is better, me or this?"

Gong Rui's eyes were alluring as she said, "That goes without saying, but when you're not around, I can only use this to comfort myself. Look, I carved your name on it, so when I'm with it, it's just like being with you."

Pang Han chuckled and said, "That works too? Master's wife is so talented."

Gong Rui rolled her eyes at him and said, "We've come to this point, and you still call me master's wife? I want to hear you call my name before I let you go."

Pang Han whispered in her ear, "Gong Rui, my darling, Rui'er, my wife."

Gong Rui was quite pleased and kept calling out, "Say it again, I like to hear it!" The two figures on the stone wall intertwined again, seemingly inseparable forever.

Pang Han was lost in thought when a delicate, fair hand waved before his eyes. He snapped out of his reverie and saw Duan Feiying looking at him with a half-smile. She asked, "What are you thinking about so intently? Is it your lover?"

Pang Han shook his head, saying, "No, not my lover." But in his heart, he thought, "She's my wife..."

Duan Feiying tied the bandits tightly and instructed Manager Pan, "In half an hour, soldiers will come to deal with these people. You must keep a close watch on them. If even one is missing, you'll be held responsible!" Manager Pan,

seeing that Duan Feiying was a constable from the Six Doors, dared not neglect her and readily agreed. Duan Feiying gave him a piece of silver as payment for tea.

She invited Pang Han to leave together. Seeing her enthusiasm, Pang Han couldn't refuse, so he paid the bill, picked up his sword and bundle, and followed her out.

Upon reaching the official road, Duan Feiying asked, "Brother Pang, do you have the stamina to travel?" Pang Han shook his head and said, "I'm aimless right now, and even if I bought a horse, I wouldn't know where to go."

Duan Feiying led over a white horse and said, "If Brother Pang doesn't mind, how about we ride together?"

Pang Han thought to himself, "Since this female constable is so forthright, I shouldn't be coy and risk being ridiculed by her."

So Duan Feiying rode in front, and Pang Han sat behind her, his hands on her waist. With a shout from Duan Feiying, the horse galloped off on the official road. The combination of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, riding a fine steed together, inevitably attracted attention.

Pang Han felt a little embarrassed and tried to avoid the gazes of passersby, while Duan Feiying ahead seemed oblivious, focused solely on riding her horse. Unwilling to look around, Pang Han stared straight ahead, only to see a stretch of snow-white neck, a delicate fragrance wafting towards him. Pang Han thought to himself, "In this world of sweaty constables, this fragrant Miss Duan is truly a unique gem."

Lost in thought, he was startled by a bump in the road. His head suddenly sank, and his lips landed squarely on Duan Feiying's soft neck. Instinctively, Pang Han's hands tightened around her, and in a moment of carelessness, they accidentally brushed against her firm, rounded breasts.

Duan Feiying apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Pang, there's a slope ahead, and the horse jumped a bit too quickly, startling you."

Seeing that Duan Feiying didn't react, Pang Han said, "It's alright, it was just a bump, it's nothing." He then gently touched her breasts again.

Duan Feiying's body trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't say anything. She just continued riding her horse silently. Seeing that there was a way, Pang Han increased the force of his movements and his fingers began to touch and knead upwards.

Duan Feiying remained focused on riding, seemingly oblivious to the commotion. Pang Han thought to himself, "Let me see if you know anything." He then gently pinched a certain protruding spot with his right hand. Duan Feiying let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing even deeper, even her snow-white neck turning a faint red.

Seeing that the road was now deserted, Pang Han slowly pressed his lips to hers. Her soft, satin-like skin, with its slight downy hair, added to her charm. He kissed her neck lightly while kneading her neck more vigorously, like kneading dough. Through his interactions with his master's wife, he had become quite adept at this technique, making Duan Feiying feel both itchy and pleasurable. Her moans grew louder, but she still suppressed the pleasure and focused intently on riding.

Pang Han thought to himself, "I'll put in a little more effort and see if you'll still pretend." He then stuck out his tongue and began licking Duan Feiying's neck, his hands moving up and down, kneading and stimulating her two hardening nipples. She could no longer hold back and whispered, "No, don't do this, Brother Pang, this is the main road, too many people are watching."

Pang Han was already aroused and didn't care what she said. He panted, "There's no one here, I didn't see a single one."

Duan Feiying blushed and said, "Let...you come up here...you...you're just...bullying me like this, you...you're so bad! Mmm..." She was completely lost in passion, and under Pang Han's skillful techniques, her eyes were already glazed over.

Suddenly, Pang Han gently bit her neck with his teeth. At the same time, he squeezed hard on the protruding part with both hands. Duan Feiying cried out, and the pleasure arrived as expected. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the reins and pull upwards with all her might. The horse thought its owner was going to stop and immediately stopped with its hind legs. However, due to the huge inertia, its two front legs were raised high, and the horse's body was almost upright. Pang Han and Duan Feiying were caught off guard and were thrown off the horse's back, landing together in the grass by the roadside.

Duan Feiying lay panting in the grass, then suddenly burst into a silvery laugh, quite delighted. She said to Pang Han beside her, "You're so naughty! You did that to me on horseback! Weren't you afraid of falling to your death?" Pang Han

, shameless, pressed closer, saying, "For you, even falling to my death would be worth it."

Duan Feiying rolled her eyes at him, laughing and scolding, "Shameless! Are all the Wudu Sect members this shameless?" Pang Han

laughed, pointing to himself, "There's only one of its kind, so I'm the sect leader's disciple."

Duan Feiying laughed heartily. Seeing her charming smile and her rosy cheeks, Pang Han couldn't resist moving closer, intending to pin her down.

But Duan Feiying flipped him over, laughing, "Sorry, I'm used to riding horses, I don't like being ridden. You'll have to make do!" She smiled sweetly, her gentleness boundless.

Volume Two, Chapter Three: Sexy Female Constable.

After a fierce battle, Pang Han collapsed to the ground, exhausted, panting heavily. "You're amazing! No wonder you're a constable of the Six Doors. Your skills are truly superb. I admire you to death!"

Duan Feiying said smugly, "You're not bad either. With your skill level, why worry about not having women to accompany you? Why are you always looking so gloomy?"

Pang Han frowned and said, "Don't talk about this anymore. I was just feeling happy, and you've made me depressed again."

Duan Feiying said, "Alright, alright, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. By the way, I'm going to chase after a one-horned bandit. Would you like to come with me?"

Pang Han asked curiously, "So you're not just going to catch those bandits?"

Duan Feiying sneered, "Those bandits were just a small business I picked up along the way. That one-horned bandit is the real threat to the Six Doors. Otherwise, the higher-ups wouldn't have sent me to capture him."

Pang Han asked, "Your skills are already quite good, why..." " Why must you bring me along, this burden?"

Duan Feiying laughed, "First, your skills are no less than mine, even surpassing mine by a few points; second, I've handled many cases alone, and the process was extremely tedious. This time, I'd like someone to accompany me."

Pang Han laughed, "Haha, just say you're using me as a tool for sexual gratification."

Duan Feiying chuckled and said, "You're quite amusing. One more question: are you coming with me or not?"

Pang Han thought to himself, "Since we're traveling the martial world, chasing the One-Horned Bandit is part of the itinerary. Besides, this female constable is cute and sexy; handling cases with her would be quite enjoyable." He immediately nodded, "In that case, I'll comply."

Duan Feiying happily said, "Great! You're quite straightforward. I knew I hadn't misjudged you; you're exactly the kind of guy I like."

Pang Han thought to himself, "Judging from your experienced demeanor, you must like many different kinds of men."

The two mounted their horses again, and this time Pang Han's actions were even more unrestrained than before. He placed his hand directly on Duan Feiying's prominent breasts and laughed, "It's safer to hold on like this, so you don't fall off again." Duan

Feiying blushed, glanced at him, and said, "You're so annoying, you're always so indecent."

Pang Han, while touching her breasts, asked, "Who exactly is that One-Horned Bandit? How come he's so troublesome?"

Duan Feiying said, "His name is Xue Ming, a disciple of Master Dugu. He has excellent martial arts skills, but unfortunately, he's gone astray. I've already located him through intelligence. He has a treasure trove in Nanshan and returns every two weeks. I'm going to seize this opportunity to capture him."

Pang Han asked, "How good is his martial arts? Can we beat him?"

Duan Feiying laughed, "Xue Ming's skill is extremely high. Even the two of us combined are no match for him."

Pang Han asked doubtfully, "Then what should we do? Should we ask for help again? " "Want some help?"

Duan Feiying shook her head and said, "Your help is enough for me."

Pang Han asked, "Didn't you say that the two of us combined couldn't beat him?"

Duan Feiying said, "A person can't sweep through the martial world just by relying on kung fu. Everyone has their own weaknesses. Xue Ming's weakness is his lust..."

In a cave on the back of Nanshan Mountain, a black shadow rushed in like lightning. It stopped and was a masked man in black. He looked around and, seeing no one, walked in with peace of mind. The cave was like a maze, with many paths leading in all directions, but the masked man walked in as easily as if he were in his own backyard. He came to a very secluded place, opened a disguised stone wall, took out a package, and opened it to find a pile of glittering jewels inside. The masked man then took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, put them in the package, and put it back into the stone wall.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the cave. Just as he reached the main cave, a girl's voice suddenly called out, "Please, save me!"

The masked man looked over and saw a girl in green lying on the ground about ten feet away, seemingly unable to move.

The masked man looked around warily, intending to leave immediately, but seeing the girl's beautiful face, he immediately felt pity for her. So he hesitated for a moment and then walked over, asking, "Miss, what happened to you lying here in this desolate place?"

The girl groaned, "I was originally the daughter of a wealthy family. When I went to the temple to offer incense, I was kidnapped by bandits and brought here. The bandit was chased by an enemy on the way, so he had to hide me in this cave. He used acupuncture on me, so I can't move."

The masked man chuckled, "I am an expert in acupressure. May I ask where the acupressure points were struck, young lady? I will release them for you."

The girl in green blushed and replied, "Zhongji and Dahe."

The masked man exclaimed in surprise, "Those are three inches below the navel, extremely hidden acupressure points. The one who struck you was quite vicious. But how do you know the names of these two acupressure points?"

The girl in green said, "My family has been practicing medicine for generations, so naturally I know acupressure points."

The masked man thought for a moment and said, "Releasing the acupressure points is possible, but there is one hurdle that you need to know."

The girl in green whispered, "Is there anything else? " "Just tell me, I'll agree to anything as long as you can save me."

The masked man was overjoyed, suppressing his inner delight, and said, "Unlocking this acupoint cannot be done through clothing. I must remove your pants, young lady. Only with skin-to-skin contact can the sealing of the Zhongji He acupoint be released."

The green-clad girl blushed instantly, thought for a long time, and said, "There's no other way now. In that case, please begin."

The masked man was very vigilant, still looking around to make sure no one was around before bending down and gently removing the girl's pants. The girl turned her face to the side, seemingly extremely shy.

The masked man thoroughly enjoyed the girl's shy expression. He deliberately peeled her trousers more carefully, his fingers lightly tracing her skin. Finally, the hem of her trousers was pulled down to three inches below her navel, revealing a glimpse of her alluring figure. His hands trembled as he pressed his thumbs and forefingers on the Zhongji He acupoints, his voice slightly shaking as he said, "Don't worry, young lady, the acupoints will release in a moment, or you can wait for me to massage them a little." He increased the pressure on his hands, expanding the range of his movements, as if about to descend further.

Just as the masked man was enjoying himself, someone suddenly flew up from behind, wielding a long sword. With three swift strokes, the sword struck the masked man's back at the Fengmen, Zhishi, and Gaohuang acupoints. The masked man collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

The girl in green immediately got up and put on her pants, scolding, "Pang Han, why did you take so long to come out? You made me expose myself in front of this lecherous thief!"

Pang Han laughed, "If he hadn't seen your two pressure points, how could he have been distracted and fallen into our trap? You also said that in terms of skill, the two of us combined wouldn't be a match for him."

Duan Feiying shook her head helplessly, "Fine, to catch this villain, a little sacrifice is nothing."

Pang Han laughed, "Now I know why the Six Doors hired you as a constable; sometimes, beauty is the best weapon." (

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Duan Feiying rolled her eyes at him and said, "Since you've chosen this profession, you must have a professional spirit; making sacrifices is only right." (Novel first release) Now they've finally caught this one-horned thief, but they don't know who this person is... "What do you mean? He stole so many treasures and he's still not satisfied. If he had stopped sooner, he wouldn't have ended up in our hands."

Pang Han said, "Everyone's desire for wealth is endless. Whether it's a wealthy merchant or a corrupt official, they all want to get all the money in the world into their own hands. Even if they become richer than a country, they won't stop, let alone a thief like Xue Ming who makes a living by stealing."

Duan Feiying smiled and said, "What you said makes a lot of sense. I didn't realize you could say so much at such a young age."

Pang Han smiled and said, "I'm ashamed to say that compared to Constable Duan, I'm still very inexperienced."

Duan Feiying smiled, looked at Xue Ming lying on the ground, and said, "To avoid any complications, we should interrogate this person as soon as possible and close this case quickly so we can report back to the Six Doors to close it."

"Where should we conduct the trial?" Pang Han asked .

Duan Feiying looked around and said, "Why don't we do it here? Delay could cause problems. No one will disturb us here, making it easier to get the case straight."

Pang Han said, "This man is highly skilled in martial arts. What if we wake him up and he escapes?"

Duan Feiying said, "You've pressed three acupoints on him. Even with extraordinary abilities, he can't move freely. I'll tie him up too, so he won't escape."

Pang Han helped Xue Ming up, and Duan Feiying pulled out a rope and tied Xue Ming up like a dumpling. Pang Han laughed, saying, "Judging by your technique, this isn't the first or second time."

Duan Feiying pressed Xue Ming's Tanzhong acupoint. He groaned and slowly woke up, immediately smiling bitterly, "I knew this day would come. What goes around comes around." "It's pointless to say anything more. Please take me to the government office, and I'll confess."

Seeing that things were going surprisingly smoothly, Duan Feiying couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Xue Ming, you've committed dozens of crimes over the years, stealing countless amounts of gold and silver. Why is that?"

Xue Ming sighed, "Anyway, I've already been captured. Why do you need to ask? Knowing or not knowing makes no difference."

Duan Feiying said, "I like to get to the bottom of things. I just want to know why you committed so many crimes, and why you always stole so much money."

Xue Ming said, "Miss, you can lift my veil, and then you'll understand."

Upon hearing this, Duan Feiying stepped forward and lifted the veil from Xue Ming's face. She and Pang Han gasped simultaneously. An extremely ugly face was revealed before them.

Duan Feiying's eyes widened. "You're so ugly," she asked, "but what does that have to do with being the One-Horned Bandit?"

Xue Ming sighed, "I've been ugly since childhood. Not only are outsiders disgusted, but even those around me dislike me. If it weren't for Master Dugu taking me in, I probably wouldn't be alive today. Although I learned a great deal from Master Dugu, my repulsive appearance still makes me despised in the martial world. I'm well past marriageable age, but I still can't find a suitable partner. By chance, I heard about a divine physician from the South China Sea in the martial world. He's incredibly skilled, not only able to heal the sick but also able to change a person's face at will without leaving any scars. Many criminals in the martial world have gone to this divine physician to have their appearance altered. However, I've heard that this divine physician is arrogant and..." The consultation fee was exorbitant, ridiculously high. I had no money, so I resorted to this risk-free business. Over the years, I've accumulated quite a bit of gold and silver, hoping to raise enough to fix my appearance.

Duan Feiying sighed after hearing this, "You're a pitiful person too. Your appearance is indeed frightening. If it were me, I would also go to that South China Sea divine doctor for plastic surgery. But you shouldn't do this criminal thing, causing trouble for us public servants, right?"

Pang Han said, "Although you're ugly, you're highly skilled. As long as you do more chivalrous deeds, you won't have to worry about finding a partner. For example, my master's wife only married him because my master saved her..." Mentioning his master's wife, Pang Han suddenly remembered her beautiful face and the tears she shed at their parting, and his heart ached. He fell silent.

Xue Ming sighed, "It's too late to say anything now. Since I've already been captured by these two constables, my property will be confiscated, and I'll spend the rest of my life in prison. What meaning does such a hopeless life have for me?" Suddenly, his eyes widened, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Duan Feiying cried out, "He's trying to bite his tongue and commit suicide!" By the time she rushed to his aid, Xue Ming was already dead.

Duan Feiying sighed repeatedly, "We finally caught him, but he died like this. We ca

n't explain this to our superiors." Pang Han said, "Fortunately, the things he stole are still here. We can hand them over to your superiors; that'll be enough to complete our mission."

Duan Feiying nodded and said, "That's the only way. Let's bury him first. Hopefully, this unfortunate fellow will be reborn as a handsome man in his next life."

The two hurriedly buried Xue Ming's body at the foot of a slope outside the cave. Duan Feiying said, "Although Xue Ming was repulsive and committed countless crimes, his targets were all corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchants. He didn't kill any innocent people. It's a bit unfair for him to die like this."

Pang Han said, "You're a government official, why do you say such things? Since you stole and killed, that's a crime. No matter who the other party is, a crime is a crime, and there's no room for leniency."

Duan Feiying sighed, "You're still too naive. Some things aren't as simple as you imagine."

The two returned to the cave, found Xue Ming's treasure hiding place, opened the stone wall, and found several bundles inside. Duan Feiying opened the bundles and indeed saw a dazzling pile of jewels and tens of thousands of taels of silver notes.

Looking at the stolen goods, Duan Feiying asked doubtfully, "How much does this 'South China Sea Divine Doctor' charge for consultations? Why did Xue Ming say that even stealing so much gold and silver jewelry wouldn't cover the cost of plastic surgery?"

Pang Han replied, "I've heard my master mention this 'South China Sea Divine Doctor.' I heard he's a rising star in recent years, and he acts strangely. He never shows his face when treating patients, only standing behind a curtain. Before operating on a patient, he first uses a sedative to knock them unconscious. When the patient wakes up, he's nowhere to be seen. My master once wanted to see the 'South China Sea Divine Doctor,' but he didn't go because the price was too high."

Duan Feiying said, "So there really is such a master in the medical field? Perhaps..." "I'll go see him sometime and try to make my face look better too."

Pang Han chuckled, "You're already so beautiful, why would you need to change anything?"

Duan Feiying was quite pleased with this and said smugly, "Silly boy, women are never satisfied with their appearance, even celestial fairies are no exception."

Pang Han stepped forward and put his arm around her waist, his hands roaming over her body, saying, "Let me see if there's anything on you, this fairy, that needs changing."

Duan Feiying's breathing quickened, "Haven't you already seen my body? Why are you still in such a hurry?"

Pang Han laughed, "With a beautiful woman in front of you, what man wouldn't be eager? All men in the world are like that. " "Same here."

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The two embraced tightly, but suddenly, Duan Feiying pushed him away, saying, "I don't want to do anything here. It's too sudden, you just came here for no reason."

Pang Han laughed, "I won't do anything, I just want to look, okay?"

Duan Feiying gently lifted her clothes, alluringly asking, "Where do you want to see?"

Pang Han's eyes widened, and he murmured, "I want to see the Zhongji and Dahe acupoints."

Duan Feiying giggled, "I won't let you see them. Those are my private parts, only for my husband to see."

Pang Han suddenly pounced on her like a hungry tiger, saying, "I want to be your husband."

Duan Feiying obediently let him catch her, laughing, "Be my..." "Being my husband isn't easy. I'm going to test you."

Pang Han, panting, pressed her to the ground and said, "Say whatever you want. I, Pang Han, will go through fire and water for you."

Duan Feiying suddenly asked, "If you become my husband, what about your master's wife?"

Pang Han was taken aback and asked suspiciously, "How do you know about my master's wife?"

Duan Feiying smiled and said, "When you mentioned the word 'master's wife,' my eyes flickered. A woman's intuition told me that something must have happened between you and your master's wife. And seeing your hesitant look, you must have missed her for a long time."

Pang Han sighed and said, "Since you already know, I might as well tell you everything." So he recounted the past in detail.

Duan Feiying listened attentively and said sympathetically, "It's truly touching. I admire your relationship."

Pang Han tried to stand up, saying, "You already know I have someone I love, so you won't be with me, will you?" Duan Feiying

grabbed his arm and laughed, "Silly boy, it's normal for men to have multiple wives and concubines. Even if you already have a wife, as long as I love you, marrying you is no big deal. But, well, it depends on your behavior." Pang Han exclaimed in delight, "I never expected you to be so understanding! I'm so touched. In this vast world, it's so hard to find someone who understands me. Meeting Miss Duan

is truly my great honor!"

He laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're even using words like 'honor'! Do you still want to see my acupoints? I want you to release them for me."

Pang Han slowly parted her clothes, revealing her snow-white skin, and said, "Zhongji and Jihe are two vital acupoints. Regularly touching and massaging them is definitely good for your health. How about I soothe them for you?"

Duan Feiying laughed, "Okay, let's see how you do it."

Pang Han bent down, not in a hurry to take off her pants, but carefully examined her belly. Her snow-white belly was smooth as brocade, with a small, soft pit on it, full of folds—Duan Feiying's delicate navel.

Pang Han brought his face close to her navel and suddenly stuck out his tongue to lick it. Duan Feiying felt very ticklish and chuckled, "You, why are you licking there like you're licking my genitals? You're the first boy to lick my navel..." She found it amusing and felt a comfortable pleasure.

As Pang Han licked, he said, "This is a person's first mouth. I'm kissing you now. Do you like it?"

Duan Feiying moaned a few times and said, "I like it so much. Keep licking, don't stop. If you make me happy, I'll marry you."

Pang Han moved even more vigorously, his tongue skillfully moving around her navel, inside and out, expanding the area, drawing a map on her stomach. Duan Feiying enjoyed this very much, her body twisting excitedly.

Seeing that the time was right, Pang Han whispered, "Let me check your pressure points." He

then gently pulled down Duan Feiying's pants and slowly peeled them off. Duan Feiying obediently sat up, making way for him.

Pang Han slowed his movements as much as possible, wanting to save the most beautiful moment for last. This only intensified Duan Feiying's arousal. She gasped, "I don't care anymore, you can do whatever you want now."

Pang Han chuckled, gently pulling his trousers down to their limit. His hand touched a burning hot spot, the alluring scenery constantly stimulating his eyes, and a wonderfully pungent scent wafting from it. Pang Han brought his nose close, inhaling deeply, and said, "Men just love this smell. Heroes throughout history have gone through fire and water, even death, just to smell it."

Duan Feiying chuckled. He laughed, "You're such a pervert. I haven't showered for days because I've been following Xue Ming. I'm filthy. You like it like this?"

Pang Han said, "I'd like it even if you didn't shower for a year. I'll wash you with my tongue."

Duan Feiying said, "Then come on, let's see how you wash me."

Pang Han laughed and said, "Okay, but I need to release your acupoints first." As he spoke, he imitated Xue Ming's actions, pressing his hands on the Zhongji and He acupoints, constantly stroking and kneading them. Duan Feiying kept humming and said, "Your technique is really good. I feel great. Why don't you come up here quickly?"

Pang Han said, "If you're happy, I'm happy. Of course, I'll serve you until you're comfortable." His tongue flew up and down her body, exploring every inch, until Duan Feiying flipped him over, pinning him to the ground. She said, "I can't wait any longer! You're really getting to me, I'm already wet down there!" She pulled aside Pang Han's clothes and began to move.

After their passionate encounter, the two nestled together contentedly. Pang Han asked, "You said you'd marry me, is that true?"

Duan Feiying gently bit his neck and laughed, "I, Duan Feiying, always keep my word. However, the timing of my marriage is up to me—a few years, decades, or even today."

Pang Han teased her sensitive areas, laughing, "Oh, you're teasing me!"

Duan Feiying moaned softly, "How could I tease you? You're the first man I've ever felt I wanted to marry. Isn't that enough? There's plenty of time, and we're both still young. We need to give ourselves room to choose."

Pang Han nodded. “You’re right. Even if you married me now, I wouldn’t agree.”

Duan Feiying’s eyes lit up, and she asked, “Oh, why?”

Pang Han said, “I came to roam the martial world on my master’s orders. If I don’t make a name for myself within five years, how can I face the Wudu Sect? If a grown man can’t achieve something, am I supposed to let the women around him starve?”

Duan Feiying leaned on his shoulder and said, “You’re absolutely right. As a man, not only do you need a career, but money is also essential. With Pang Lang’s excellent qualities, you’ll definitely have no shortage of women in the future, and money is indispensable.”

She got up, dressed, and took out her bundle, saying: “Now that Xue Ming is dead, there’s no way to prove anything. The stolen goods are much more than the Six Doors thought. We only need to hand over the reasonable portion, and the rest can be split 50/50!”

Pang Han exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t that a bad idea? After all, it’s stolen goods. What if the higher-ups find out if the two of you pocket it?” Duan

Feiying laughed, “Silly boy, only the two of us know about this. If neither of us tells anyone, who will know? Besides, the people Xue Ming stole from were all unscrupulous merchants and corrupt officials; it’s all ill-gotten gains. It’s only right that we take the money. Do you think you can roam the martial world with just this sword? Without money to protect you, even the greatest hero will suffer.”

Pang Han saw that what she said made sense. He didn't object, saying, "Alright then, but these jewels are so heavy, how are we going to carry them?"

Duan Feiying smiled and said, "This place is well-hidden. If we hadn't been following Xue Ming, we wouldn't have known where this place was. Even if someone finds the cave, it would be difficult to find where the treasure is hidden. The most dangerous place is the safest place. We'll leave our things here for now, and we can come and get them whenever we want. We can take some of the stolen goods that were handed over."

Pang Han nodded and said, "In that case, it's all up to you, my wife."

Duan Feiying blushed, glanced at him with seductive eyes, and spat, "Shameless! Who's your wife?" But the smile on her face never disappeared.

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Pang Han suddenly noticed Duan Feiying's deerskin boots. Looking at the small boots, he said, "I have a question. Why haven't you taken these boots off?"

Duan Feiying blushed and said, "I just don't want to."

Without further ado, Pang Han grabbed the boots, saying, "Since you've already let me see them, why won't you let me see this part? Come on, take them off."

Duan Feiying, however, held onto Pang Han's hand tightly, refusing to let him take off the boots. After a long struggle, Pang Han naturally won. Duan Feiying turned her face away, covering her face, and said, "Take them off, take them off! You deserve to be suffocated by the smell!"

Pang Han suppressed his excitement and slowly took off Duan Feiying's deerskin boots. He saw that her stockings were soaked with sweat, especially the soles of her feet, which had changed color. A strong odor wafted up, and Pang Han couldn't help but sneeze.

Duan Feiying laughed, "How was it? The stench was unbearable, wasn't it? I told you, I haven't slept or washed my feet for three days straight while chasing this notorious thief, so of course I didn't want you to see."

Pang Han kissed her feet several times, then removed her stockings, saying, "I told you, I'll wash you with my tongue, of course I'll do the full service..."

After they finished getting ready, they left the cave with some of the jewels. Pang Han asked with a grin, "Was my service alright?" Duan Feiying blushed and pushed him away, saying, "You're so naughty! I never knew you were that kind of person!"

The weather was beautiful, and Pang Han sighed, "If it weren't for the conflicts in the martial world, living in seclusion here would be quite nice."

Duan Feiying laughed, "Don't even dream about it. Even if you were just an ordinary sect disciple, it would be difficult to leave the martial world, let alone be the top disciple of the Wudu Sect."

The two continued their journey, still riding the same white horse, this time even more affectionate than before. In the novel's first installment,

Pang Han asked, "What's next?" Duan Feiying replied, "Give the things to our superiors, and then see if there are any new cases."

Pang Han said, "I think your current job is very dangerous. Haven't you thought about quitting?"

Duan Feiying said, "Quitting the world isn't that easy. You're thinking too simply."

The two rode for a short while when suddenly a whistle blew from the roadside, and dozens of people rushed out one after another. The leader was dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand. Although he had a handsome face, his eyes were sunken, and his expression was listless, clearly indicating that he had indulged in sensual pleasures for too long.

Seeing this, Duan Feiying stopped her horse, took out her Six Doors constable's token, and asked, "May I ask what brings you to this road? I am a constable of the Six Doors, with a pass for all provinces. No one has the right to obstruct my progress on the official road."

The man smiled and said, "Greetings, sir. I am Liu Qianming, nephew of Liu Xingjun, the lord of Xinliu Fort. I received intelligence that you have captured the One-Horned Bandit Xue Ming here. I imagine you have had a fruitful trip?"

Duan Feiying said, "Capturing Xue Ming is a matter for our Six Doors. What business is it of yours how much stolen goods you seize? Get out of here! Do you intend to break the law?"

Liu Qianming smiled and said, "We have no intention of breaking the law. We just have a small request to make to you."

Duan Feiying said, "What request? Tell us."

Liu Qianming said, "This place is well-known as Xinliu Fort. Here..." "The roads, bridges, and houses were all built with money from my uncle Liu Xingjun, so every merchant passing through has to pay a small toll. We know it's not easy for the officials to catch the bandits, but they've still taken up our land and walked our path. It wouldn't be right not to pay a toll, would it?"

Duan Feiying retorted angrily, "You, Xinliubao, how dare you mess with the Six Doors! Whether you're Xinliubao or Jiuliubao, this is under the Emperor's nose, the Emperor's territory. We are all people working for the Emperor. We've been to many places, but we've never seen such a daring bully as you who dares to ask me for money."

Liu Qianming chuckled and said, "You can curse all you want, as long as you take out some money, we'll let you pass. If you don't pay a single penny, hehe, these dozens of us aren't just sitting around doing nothing!" A large group of people then surrounded Duan Feiying and Pang Han.

Pang Han, being new to the martial world, was naturally a little scared. He whispered, "Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. These people are clearly trying to cheat us out of some money. We shouldn't waste our time with them. Let's just give them some silver and send them on their way."

Duan Feiying angrily said, "These scoundrels and ruffians dare to break the law under the Emperor's nose! They really don't care about their lives! If I give them money, how can I continue to work in the Six Doors? My colleagues will laugh me to death!"

She jumped off her horse, drew her willow-leaf single-edged sword, and said, "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish. Let me tell you first, the constables of the Six Doors have always acted first and reported later. You'd better think carefully, lest you lose your head and not even know how you died!"

Liu Qianming shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Since Miss Duan says so, then I'll play with you."

Pang Han wanted to help, but Duan Feiying stopped him, saying, "Don't come up here. This time I'm going to do it myself. I don't believe a dignified constable like me can't withstand..." "Just a petty thug."

With a flash of light, Duan Feiying swung her knife at Liu Qianming's neck. With a whoosh, Liu Qianming suddenly dodged to the side, easily avoiding the attack. His folding fan lightly tapped against the back of Duan Feiying's knife, transmitting a powerful force through the blade to Duan Feiying's palm. Caught off guard, Duan Feiying almost dropped her knife. She thought to herself, "I didn't expect to find someone so skilled in this small place. I can't let my guard down anymore." She immediately focused her attention, trying to outmaneuver Liu Qianming. However, Pang Han, who had been watching from the sidelines, was already getting restless. He could see that Duan Feiying was no match for Liu Qianming, and besides, the other side outnumbered her. Continuing the fight like this would inevitably lead to defeat.

The battle had reached a fever pitch. Fortunately, Duan Feiying was a renowned constable and no ordinary person. After adjusting her swordsmanship, she managed to fight Liu Qianming to a standstill. The two figures swiftly entangled and then separated, the flashing blades and the sound of force cutting through the air dazzling onlookers. Pang Han thought to himself, "Leaving this place is the best course of action now, but I don't know how to inform Duan Feiying." Strangely, although this group of people had all come for the treasure, they were all focused on the battle and no one even glanced at the white horse carrying the bundle of jewels.

Pang Han was puzzled, but didn't dwell on it, focusing instead on Duan Feiying's condition. After fifty moves, Duan Feiying showed signs of weakness, sweat pouring down her forehead. Pang Han felt sorry for her and jumped into the fray, saying, "I'll spar with this Brother Liu."

Liu Qianming waved his hand, saying, "The outcome is still undecided. What brings you into this mess? Don't you understand the rules of the martial world?"

Suddenly, he heard Duan Feiying cry out in pain. Pang Han looked closely and was shocked. (

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) It turned out that Duan Feiying had been accidentally struck on the right leg by a folding fan. The fan wasn't made of paper, but a thin, sharp blade that had cut a gash in her leg. (Novel)

Pang Han could wait no longer. He jumped into the circle, helped Duan Feiying up, and shouted, "The outcome is decided now. Shouldn't you fight me?"

Liu Qianming laughed, "Good lad, you've got guts. Let me see what you're capable of!"

Without another word, Pang Han drew his longsword, unleashing the Thunderous Fury. Seeing Duan Feiying injured, Pang Han was anxious and distressed for her. He immediately used the ultimate move of the tenth form of the Thunderous Sword Technique: three massive bolts of lightning swept towards Liu Qianming. Liu Qianming had assumed this young man was weak, but he was greatly surprised at the first exchange. Caught off guard, he tried to block with his folding fan, but still couldn't withstand the blows. One of the lightning bolts struck his right chest, and he immediately collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, he was wearing iron armor; otherwise, he would have been dead.

Just as Pang Han pressed his sword against Liu Qianming's throat, everyone around them surrounded him, creating a stalemate. Duan Feiying finished bandaging her wounds and came to Pang Han's side, saying, "Let's take this man hostage and fight our way out!"

Pang Han replied, "I think this man has ulterior motives. Otherwise, he could have just stolen our belongings. Why fight one-on-one?"

He asked Liu Qianming, "What is your purpose in stopping us? Tell me quickly, and I might spare your life."

Liu Qianming, however, answered irrelevantly, praising, "It is truly a great blessing for the martial world to have such a powerful young master like yourself. May I ask who you are and if you may state your name?" Pang Han

said, "I am Pang Han, a disciple of the leader of the Wudu Sect. I was a little too rough just now. I hope you will forgive me. Since we are all keeping to ourselves..." "Why create unnecessary enmity? Let's all take a step back and pretend this never happened, how about that?"

Liu Qianming shook his head and said, "So you're a disciple of the Wudu Sect. I've heard so much about you. Brother Pang is a formidable man; you saw through our ulterior motives at a glance. In truth, Xinliu Fortress is rich in gold and silver treasures; your little possessions are nothing to us. My brothers and I risked breaking the law and being executed to stop the officials; we truly had ulterior motives."

Duan Feiying said, "No matter what your purpose is, it's wrong to so brazenly and forcefully obstruct us."

Liu Qianming said, "If we don't do this, will you stop? This matter concerns the future of Xinliu Fortress..." "It's a matter of fate and destiny; unless absolutely necessary, this fortress would not resort to such a drastic measure."

Pang Han asked, "What exactly is it? Could you please explain?"

Liu Qianming replied, "Please come to Xinliu Fortress to discuss the details. Once you two have met my uncle, Liu Xingjun, you will understand the whole story. However, if you two insist on leaving this place, that is absolutely impossible. I will risk my life to keep you here."

Duan Feiying whispered in Pang Han's ear, "Perhaps this is a trap. Xinliu Fortress is their territory; once you're in, you'll never be able to get out."

Pang Han pondered for a moment and said, "Judging from the situation, if we don't go to Xinliu Fortress, we can't leave this place..." "Going to the other side is impossible. We have to brave any danger, even dragon's dens and tiger's lair. Besides, you're a constable from the Six Doors. Even if they're incredibly audacious, they wouldn't dare do anything to you."

Duan Feiying sighed and said

, "Since that's the case, then I'll listen to you." Pang Han put down his sword and said to Liu Qianming, "Alright, since that's the case, I'll believe you for now. Going to Xinliu Fort won't hurt. But there's one condition: if you deceive me, I won't forgive you."

Liu Qianming was very happy and said, "That's great. It will save everyone from a big fight and prevent any more deaths."

Liu Qianming stood up and led the way. Someone helped Duan Feiying onto her horse, while Pang Han escorted her from the side.

The group traveled for about ten miles when a huge fortress appeared before them. It covered a vast area and was surrounded by high walls with towering gate towers guarded by many people.

Duan Feiying exclaimed in surprise, "To think that such a fortress could exist in this remote mountain wilderness! It would be impossible to build something of this scale without a fortune of a million taels of silver."

Liu Qianming praised, "As expected of someone from the government, you have such broad knowledge. Back then, my uncle spent 1.24 million taels of silver to build this New Willow Fortress, and with other expenses, it cost approximately 1.5 million taels in total."

Pang Han was greatly surprised to hear this amount, thinking to himself, "No wonder this place is named New Willow Fortress. It turns out this fortress is so magnificent. And Liu Qianming is highly skilled; he must have a family secret technique, but why is it unknown in the martial arts world?"

With these questions in mind, Pang Han and Duan Feiying were led by Liu Qianming into New Willow Fortress. After entering the city gate, they saw a main road with shops lining both sides, and residential houses behind it, making it look no less than a typical town.

After walking a short distance, a magnificent mansion came into view. The gates were wide open, and an imposing old man was already waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Duan Feiying and Pang Han arrive, he immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Liu Xingjun, the lord of Xinliu Fort. I was unaware of your arrival and apologize for not welcoming you properly."

Seeing the old man's politeness, Duan Feiying immediately returned the greeting, saying, "I apologize for any offense I may have caused your men earlier, and I hope the lord will not take it to heart."

Liu Xingjun then angrily rebuked Liu Qianming, "Foolish thing! I told you to invite your lord here politely, but why did you presume to fight with him? If anything goes wrong, how many heads do you have to pay for it?"

Liu Qianming seemed terrified of the old man, only meekly agreeing and daring not to utter a word of rebuttal.

Liu Xingjun very politely invited the two into the reception hall and had servants serve fragrant tea.

Pang Han asked, "May I ask why the Lord of the Fortress has gone to such lengths to invite the two of us here?"

Liu Xingjun sighed and said, "Please allow me to explain the reason..."

(Volume 2, Chapter 8, Sexy Female Constable)

Liu Xingjun said, "This enormous New Willow Fortress originally belonged to my brother, Liu Xingqian. He raised the money to build the fortress, but fifteen years ago, he was killed before he could return to the newly built New Willow Fortress because he was being hunted down by his enemies. My young sister-in-law and niece were hidden by my enemies, and for many years I have sent people everywhere to search for them, but I still don't know where they are." (Novel)

"If that's the case, then what's the use of calling us? The government is also at a loss when it comes to missing persons." Liu

Xingjun said, "Please let me finish. The money for Xinliu Fort was raised by my brother, and the person he raised the money from was a prince he knew in Siam. I heard that the prince's ancestors were also of Chinese descent, and my brother saved his life, so that prince lent the money to my brother. The Siamese prince said that as long as my brother or his wife and children are still alive, he will not ask for the money back. But just ten days ago, a message came from Siam that the prince had sent a message saying that my brother had..." "His wife and daughter are all gone, and he wants the 1.5 million taels of silver used to build Xinliu Fortress back."

Pang Han said, "Since he wants the money, then give it back to him."

Liu Xingjun sighed and said, "Young brother, don't be fooled by the size of my Xinliu Fortress. We've been living off our savings for a long time, and we don't have any cash on hand. Let alone 1.5 million taels, we'd have a hard time raising even 500,000 taels. Our Liu family's descendants are dwindling; only Liu Qianming is the heir, but he's a womanizer who's spent a lot of money on women. His descendants are also useless. Now the creditors are pressing us for repayment. What do you expect me to do?" "What's the matter?"

Duan Feiying said, "So you want to find your elder brother Liu Xingqian's family, right?"

Liu Xingjun nodded and said, "Just as the superior said, I sent out a large number of people to investigate thoroughly and finally learned that the enemy from back then sold my young sister-in-law into a brothel and sent my infant niece to a nunnery. Their heart was extremely vicious. I haven't found out where my sister-in-law was sold, but my little niece became a nun at Mingyue Nunnery on Shunning Mountain. She is now fifteen or sixteen years old, but..."

Pang Han asked, "But what?"

Liu Xingjun said, "But the abbess of Mingyue Nunnery..." Not only is the old nun Huiming highly skilled in martial arts, but she also has a very eccentric temper. She refuses to see any outsiders. I've sent invitations countless times, but to no avail. The old nun simply won't see anyone, so my plan to see my niece remains unresolved.

Pang Han said, "What power can a nunnery possibly have that even the lord of Xinliu Fort refuses to see anyone?"

Liu Xingjun sighed, "You don't know Huiming's status in the martial arts world. If she doesn't want to see someone, even sending a large army to attack Mingyue Nunnery won't help. There's only one way we can do it."

Duan Feiying said anxiously, "The lord of the fort just likes to keep things mysterious. What method can we use to get her to see me? " "Speak quickly!"

Liu Xingjun said, "This old nun only sees government officials. You, young lady, are a constable from the Six Doors. Under the guise of handling a case, go stay with her for a few days. As long as you can make contact with my little niece, everything will be easy. If you can bring that child out and return to secular life, Xinliu Fort will be eternally grateful and willing to offer 100,000 taels of silver to thank you for your help!"

Pang Han stuck out his tongue, thinking, "100,000 taels is no small sum. This old man seems to have gone all out. Well, 100,000 taels versus 1.5 million taels, of course the former is more worthwhile."

Duan Feiying waved her hand and said, "Money is not the main problem. The key is that old nun..." "Her temperament is eccentric. If Pang Han and I encounter misfortune after going in, how will we settle this score?"

Liu Xingjun waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Please rest assured, sir. That old nun has a habit of never killing anyone in Mingyue Nunnery. Even if she knows your intentions, she will at most drive you away; your lives will not be in danger."

Duan Feiying pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "Rescuing that little girl from the fire is also a good deed. Finding missing persons is the duty of the constables. I will take this case."

Pang Han thought to himself, "Although rescuing people is ultimately a good thing, going to a nunnery to find a little nun so rashly..." This whole thing feels a bit absurd.

He then asked, "It's understandable that Constable Duan goes to a nunnery, but how can a grown man like me enter a place where nuns gather?"

Liu Xingjun laughed, "Well, I have an idea."

Pang Han asked, "What idea?"

Liu Xingjun said, "You can pretend to be an injured constable and go to the nunnery with Constable Duan to recuperate. Just say you were robbed by bandits on the way and had no choice but to seek refuge at Mingyue Nunnery. Huiming always respects constables, so she probably won't stop you from entering."

Duan Feiying said, "If you're going to put on an act, you should go all the way. You people from Xinliubao can pretend to be ..." "Pretend to be bandits chasing us, forcing us into Mingyue Nunnery. This will make Elder Huiming more convinced of our intentions."

Liu Xingjun gave a thumbs up and said, "Officer Duan is indeed a man of the law, your insight is truly unique. Then please rest for a day, and prepare well tomorrow before setting off again. Also, Officer Duan has suffered some injuries, and our fortress has some excellent wound medicine, which is very effective. If you don't mind, you can use it. I hope it will be of some help to you."

Duan Feiying cupped her hands and said, "Then thank you very much. I need to change and wash my wounds."

Liu Xingjun called over a few maids and took Duan Feiying away. Pang Han wanted to follow, but Liu Qianming grabbed him, saying, "Brother Pang and I hit it off immediately. Would you do me the honor of letting me entertain you?"

Pang Han, embarrassed to refuse, could only reply, "I'd be honored."

Liu Qianming led Pang Han to a courtyard in the backyard, to a large house. He clapped his hands, and the door opened. Pang Han was astonished to see two rows of beautiful young women inside, each with fair skin and alluring curves. Even more striking, they were completely naked, yet showed no shame, still smiling at them.

Liu Qianming laughed, "This is a small gift from your older brother to you, brother. I hope you'll accept it. These girls were carefully selected by Xinliu Fort. If you like, feel free to pick some to play with. Do whatever you want with them."

Although Pang Han had already experienced the ways of men and women, he still blushed at the sight and stood there, at a loss for what to do.

Liu Qianming laughed and pushed him through the door, saying loudly, "Little brother, go enjoy yourself. I won't keep you company." With that, he turned and left.

As soon as Pang Han entered the house, the girls surrounded him, frantically tearing off his clothes. In an instant, Pang Han was standing there naked. The girls giggled and ushered him into the inner room, where there was a large pool for bathing. The girls all jumped into the water, playing happily, and some even pulled Pang Han inside.

Pang Han thought to himself, "Since this is a freebie, I might as well take advantage of it!" With that thought, he roared and leaped into the pool, splashing water everywhere. The girls laughed and screamed, mingling with Pang Han.

He didn't know how much time had passed; Pang Han only knew that he was doing fun things, with one woman after another beside him, until the last woman collapsed beside him, exhausted. Only then did Pang Han lie down.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed to himself, "No wonder Liu Xingjun was reluctant to part with the property of Xinliu Fort. Such a paradise on earth, who wouldn't want to give it up!"

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