My Jianghu (Parts 1-3, Part 2)

[Part One]

(Prologue)

The dimly lit room had only one window, letting in direct sunlight that focused on the woman's constantly
writhing, snow-white buttocks. Her panties were pulled down to her knees, her top to her neck, causing waves of
breasts . Her mouth held my penis, her tongue relentlessly stimulating the glans.
I could guarantee that this woman's oral sex skills were second to none, rivaling even the most skilled prostitutes in the martial arts world
.

But she wasn't always like this. Three days ago, she was the high-ranking heiress of the Divine Fist Sect, her noble
lips never having touched a man, only used to humiliate those who bowed at her feet. Now,
she could only serve my penis with her mouth like a third-rate prostitute. Perhaps her writhing
body was tired, but she dared not stop, knowing it would please me, satisfy my desires. In just
three days, I had trained her to this state; I was extremely satisfied with my achievement. I grabbed her hair and
forced her to look at me. Her beautiful face contorted in pain, her eyes flashing with a mournful, pleading look. This
expression, mixed with her original noble air, ignited my desire to its peak. I flipped her
over and began thrusting into her already soaked, lustful vulva. She let out a relieved sigh of pleasure and began to
move her hips in rhythm.

In the throes of extreme pleasure, my thoughts became hazy, and images flashed through my mind.

I remembered that I wasn't always like this. Before I turned 20, I lived for the righteous path. I was
the most outstanding disciple of the Diancang Sect of this generation. My elders had high hopes for me, believing me to be a prodigy
unlike . Under my leadership, the Diancang Sect would surely achieve unprecedented success and become
the leader of all martial arts sects. I did not disappoint them. At the age of 16, I had already defeated Jifengzi, the number one young master of Wudang
. At 17, I chased the "Three Tyrants of Qilian" for a thousand miles, single-handedly annihilating the only son of the Hengshan Sect's leader. The Hengshan
Sect leader and his disciples came to express their gratitude. This act greatly enhanced the prestige of the Diancang Sect and made me
the most prominent figure among the younger generation. In the martial world, some might not have heard of Songfeng, the leader of Wudang, or even
recognized Tianxiang, the leader of Shaolin, but no one would be unaware of Yue Lingfeng of Diancang. Countless young women in the martial world
cast admiring glances my way, but I ignored them all. I am no ordinary person; I am Yue Lingfeng of Diancang, and I must
proudly uphold the reputation of Diancang.

I continued thrusting into the woman before me. In the throes of extreme pleasure, she moaned loudly, echoing in the soundproofed,
dark room , filling the entire space with a decadent atmosphere. Each time I reached this
peak of pleasure, I would think of my first woman. To this day, I don't know her name, but she changed my
life; in some ways, she even changed the entire martial world.

It all started when I was 20. That day, I had just killed Ge Biao, the Flying Tiger of the Outlaws
, and was walking triumphantly back to Diancang. Passing Kaifeng, I suddenly smelled an aroma, an
aroma too familiar to someone who had spent years roaming the martial world—the erotic fragrance of the Lower Five Sects, "Harmony and Joy
." I quickly found the lecherous thief and, facing him who was still trying to react, said, "I am Yue
Lingfeng of Diancang, remember that." As I uttered the last word, my sword pierced his throat. I expertly
found his antidote, turned over, and entered the room. Sure enough, a woman lay there. I slowly turned her
over. Perhaps due to the aphrodisiac, her body was burning hot. Touching her arms, they felt as
soft as two balls of cotton, and I felt a surge of heat and my heart race. Composing myself, I pried open her mouth, intending to
give her the antidote. Unexpectedly, she suddenly took my finger into her mouth, and my body
froze , my heart pounding at an alarming rate. In the moonlight, the woman before me was incredibly alluring, her eyes and
brows brimming with desire. I took a deep breath, silently channeling my inner energy, preparing to try again to give her
the antidote. Suddenly, I realized the woman's
eyes even I, with no experience, could read the intense longing in her eyes. Her hands unconsciously groped my body
, teasing my already pushed-to-the-limit defenses. I heard a "crack" in my head, like something
breaking, and the next moment, I found myself on top of her, desperately squeezing her full breasts,
my hands reaching behind her back to knead her high, firm buttocks.

As my desire intensified, I began to tear at her clothes; the tearing sounds were enough to
further fuel my lust. The woman guided my hand to caress her body, which was already flushed
pink legs were intertwined in agony, and she gasped intermittently. I frantically sucked on
every inch of her skin, listening to her moans, and in a state of extreme excitement, I poured my 20 years of pent-up desire
into .

The image of the woman I knew at 20 and the woman before me gradually merged into one. As my semen entered her
, she convulsed and then slumped limply to the ground.

After defiling that woman, I was consumed by agonizing pain. My spirit nearly collapsed;
the beliefs that had sustained me for 20 years crumbled overnight. I no longer understood what I had held onto; I had
lost the meaning of life. I ran frantically up the mountain and told my
master everything, from beginning to end, without hiding anything. At that moment, I had only one thought: I wanted to die quickly. I didn't want to die at someone else's hands; to die at
the hands of my master, who had taught me for 20 years, would be the best end for me.

My master was no less shocked than I was after hearing my story. But he had to uphold the reputation of Diancang.
Although I was his beloved disciple, the hope of Diancang, the humiliation I had caused could only be washed away with blood. The only
consolation was that my master hadn't told anyone about this. Even if I died, I would still
be Yue Lingfeng, the Divine Swordsman of Diancang, and nothing would taint my name. The next day, at the summit of Diancang, I
challenged my master to a sword duel. I desperately wanted to die at my master's hands, at the hands of the righteous path he represented. But after 20 moves,
I suddenly realized that my master's swordplay was utterly vulnerable, full of flaws. At first, I thought it
was all my master's doing, that he couldn't bear to kill me. But later, I discovered that my master had used all his strength
. In fact, it wasn't that he was too weak, but that my martial arts had already surpassed my master's.

On the twentieth move, I knocked my master off the cliff. To this day, I can still recall the look in his eyes before he fell
—a look filled with disbelief, pain, helplessness, and regret. He couldn't believe that his 50 years of arduous training in the Diancang Sword Technique was no
match for me; he was heartbroken that Diancang's century-old legacy would be destroyed by me; he was helpless that no one could ever subdue me again
; he regretted not exposing my crimes to the martial world before the duel. Now, it was all too late.

In the instant I knocked my master down, I fell into deep thought. If the righteous path I had upheld was right
, then why was my master, who had followed it his entire life, defeated by me? I, who had longed for death
, was now able to live. What did my existence truly represent? I pondered this on the cliff edge for a whole day. The next morning, I
had an epiphany : in this chaotic martial world, there is no such thing as a righteous path. Righteousness is merely
a shield used by hypocrites to maintain their power.

There is only one eternal rule in the entire martial world: the survival of the fittest. As long as I am strong enough, I am the righteous path, and the righteous path
is me. As long as I am strong enough, why can't I have the power of life and death and do whatever I want? As long as I am strong enough, the whole
Jianghu is mine. I slowly walked to the cliff. With fewer obstacles, the view in front of me was wide open. I spread my hands and easily
covered everything in front of me. I laughed loudly, tears blurring my eyes. I
bowed three times at the edge of the cliff. I heard myself say, "Master, please watch over your disciple's righteous path from the underworld."
After saying that, I spat down and drifted away.

(1)

After playing with the woman of the Divine Fist Sect for two days, which was the fifth day after I kidnapped her, I sent her
back. Although everything was in the plan, I still felt a little regretful. The woman had been trained very well by me. Her
plump and juicy body really made me infatuated. But if I could be controlled by a woman, I would not be Yue Lingfeng
. Moreover, sending this woman back would have several benefits. First, I rescued the young lady of the Divine Fist Sect, which would have raised
my prestige in the Jianghu to a higher level, even though I was the one who kidnapped her. Secondly, I now have a readily
available informant. I'm confident that the next time I have sex with her, she'll readily
reveal even the color of her mother's undergarment. I'm not worried at all that this woman will betray me. Women are strange
creatures; no matter how much their bodies are humiliated, they'll maintain a facade. Asking her
to confess that I kidnapped her to Diancang and treated her like a prostitute for five days is something she couldn't bring herself to say, even if she were killed. Besides, I'm certain
she's already submitted to my penis, as evidenced by her alluring expression before parting. 　　Everything is under my control.
My 　　next target is Diancang. Only by truly controlling a sect can I stand shoulder to shoulder with those fame-seeking opportunists . Even now, despite my great reputation and high martial arts skills, I still lack the aura of a sect leader . The key to obtaining this aura lies with my master's wife—the Ice Heart Jade Maiden Yue Hanqing from ten years ago. 　　After my master's death, the position of sect leader remained vacant. Only my senior uncle, Feng Yang, and I were qualified to hold it . Originally, given my contributions to Diancang and my reputation, the position should have been rightfully mine. However, Feng Yang , my senior uncle, was always impartial and incorruptible, never making a mistake in decades, and highly respected within the sect. It is said that he was originally supposed to succeed as sect leader, but he firmly declined, and my master became the sect leader instead. This time , Diancang has split into two factions over the selection of a new leader. Some elders believe I am too young and too hasty in my actions, advocating for Feng Yang as the new leader. The younger disciples of Diancang, without exception, favor me, believing that in terms of talent and martial arts , I am the only suitable candidate. Amidst this uproar, the sect leader's wife remains silent, revealing nothing of my master's wishes. I chuckled inwardly; my master died so suddenly, how could he possibly have left any last words ? 　　I have been observing my master's wife for a long time. As expected of the pure and innocent beauty of ten years ago, even after so many years of marriage and the birth of a daughter, her figure hasn't changed at all. Simple attire doesn't diminish her beauty; even plain clothes can't conceal her ample breasts and hips. After her master's body was discovered at the foot of the cliff, she truly spent a period of time weeping, but the past is past, and the living must go on. Only the absence of intimate moments and bedroom banter left an emptiness and loneliness on her face that she couldn't hide. Yet, decades of arduous cultivation hadn't been in vain; before she remained as dignified and elegant as ever. I could only fantasize wildly, searching her breasts and hips with my eyes whenever her back was turned, imagining her moaning softly beneath me. 　　But everyone has weaknesses; you didn't discover her weaknesses simply because the objective conditions weren't right. The difference between successful and unsuccessful people lies in this: successful people actively seek out and achieve these conditions, while unsuccessful people only pray for luck. "If I find the chance, even if she's a goddess in the heavens, I'll turn her into a groaning harlot." I swore silently, watching my teacher's wife's retreating figure. 　　In the quiet night, I had remained in this position, perched on the tree, for two hours, carefully observing the beautiful woman . Today was the third day I had drugged her. Three days ago, I placed a slow-acting aphrodisiac on the chrysanthemum in front of my teacher's wife's window. I had been doing this for three days, doubling the dosage each day. If I wasn't mistaken, it should have an effect today. But after waiting a long time, my teacher's wife showed no reaction. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Had I underestimated her resistance? Just as I was about to leave in disappointment, the beautiful woman in the room slowed her movements. My spirits lifted; I knew the drug had taken effect. My teacher's wife gripped the table, her body trembling slightly. I understood she was struggling with her desire. Suddenly, she straightened up, leaped to the window, looked around to make sure no one was there, and hurriedly closed the window. I sneered inwardly. As expected of a pure and innocent maiden, even at this moment, she could still maintain her composure. But how could she escape my grasp? In the moonlight, I floated down silently, approaching the window. I moistened my finger with saliva, tapped open the windowpane, and peered inside. Due to the bed curtains, I could only see half of my master's wife's naked body, writhing incessantly. One hand was kneading her left breast, while the other moved downwards. Her mouth was half-open, struggling to suppress moans. I sneered again. My master wasn't here; it was my duty to "comfort" his wife in his place. 　　Without hesitation, I climbed through the window, feigning alarm, "Master's wife, what is it?" The beautiful woman on the bed was startled awake by my lust, but her hands remained on her private parts, revealing her...

Just now, I feigned surprise and looked her over from head to toe. I saw that her upper garment was half-undone
, her right hand was touching her left breast, and her left hand was lingering in her secret place. Her vagina was already soaking wet, the effect
even better than I had imagined. I stammered, "This disciple was just taking a walk outside when I heard noises coming from Master's wife's room.
I thought she was in some danger, so I rushed in, but I didn't expect..." In fact, my story wasn't without
flaws. First, this house is quite far from my residence, and I don't usually walk here. How could it be such
a coincidence ? Second, Master's wife's moans weren't loud; they were extremely difficult to hear without careful listening. The fact that I
caught them so quickly was the second flaw. But Bingxin Yunu had just been caught masturbating by me, and was at most 20% conscious
. How could she have thought of these things? Hearing this, she bit her lip, trembling, and said, "I'm fine, you can go now." I responded
and turned to leave, but my master's wife suddenly called out to me, "Wait a moment." I stopped in my tracks. My master's wife
seemed saying, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today." I turned back, gazing deeply
at her. After a long while, I said firmly, "Don't worry, Master's wife, even if Ling Feng loses his head,
he won't utter a single word about what happened today." With that, I turned and left, leaving her with a sleepless night.

I was very satisfied with today's results. Given the situation just now, it wouldn't be difficult for me to get her body, but
knowing Bingxin Yu Nu's personality, I was almost certain that she would kill me afterwards and then commit suicide. But now,
I had planted my image in her mind. On this unbearable night, her mind was filled with nothing but
my image. This woman's mental defenses had completely collapsed.

The next evening, I was reading in my room when a faint knock sounded on the door. Without hesitation, I opened
the door, and my master's wife, dressed in white, stood gracefully outside. We stared at each other for a long while, and I murmured, "Master's wife..."

She hummed in response and said nothing more. In fact, she didn't know why she had come here either; it
was just that since last night, my image had filled her mind, and she had unconsciously come here. I understood her feelings
, so I grabbed her noble hand and pulled her inside. She instinctively struggled, but couldn't shake off my
hand. I casually closed the door, and in the candlelight on the table, I greedily examined her beautiful face, gently
conveying my love. Under my gaze, she gradually trembled, and finally, as if unable to resist, she lowered her gaze. I knew my chance had come
. I picked up the tea on the table, which had been laced with aphrodisiac, took a sip, held it in my mouth, cupped her face, found her
lips, and kissed her deeply. She tried to shake her head in resistance, but I used both hands to firmly prevent her face from moving, forcing the tea
into her mouth. Her face flushed red, and she pushed me away, saying, "No, Feng'er, this isn't right." I cupped
her face again, making our eyes meet, and said, "Hanqing, I love you." Then, I found her lips again and
kissed her deeply. From gritting her teeth in resistance, to passively accepting, to finally actively intertwining her tongue with mine, I clearly
understood that her body no longer resisted me.

I helped her up, pressing her against the wall, squeezing her firm breasts with my body, rubbing her lower body with my knees
, and gradually moving my hands from her back to her buttocks, then lingering there, kneading them with irresistible caresses. My teacher's wife finally
couldn't help but gasp loudly. I estimated that the aphrodisiac had taken effect, and my hands began to move their position,
from behind to in front, from outside her clothes to inside. When my hands finally slipped through her bodice and
grasped her sacred breasts in my hands, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," her hands limply resting on my shoulders,
letting me enjoy her body. I relentlessly stimulated her sensitive spots, and even as my fingers slid into her
vagina, her long-dormant body reached an orgasm. I threw her onto the bed, quickly
pulled off her trousers, and impatiently ripped them open when I got to her panties; the crisp tearing sound only intensified
our desire. She glanced at me with half-open, alluring eyes, seemingly annoyed by my haste, unaware that such a look
was a fatal temptation for a man. I entered her already soaking wet body in one swift motion, and she let out a soft cry,
swaying unconsciously with each thrust. Only I knew how thirsty this woman was;
her body, deprived of pleasure for over a year, quickly reached its second orgasm. In the afterglow of her climax, she suddenly began to sob
softly . I understood her inner conflict, and whispered in her ear, "Master's wife, Master
in heaven would also want you to be happy. I think he would be happy to know we're like this now.
"

These words clearly had an effect; finally freed from her last moral shackles, she began to actively
caress my body. We lingered, and after another climax, she finally couldn't help but
beg for mercy. I feigned difficulty, saying, "But, Master's wife, I'm still uncomfortable here." I brought my bright red
, semen-covered penis to her face. She looked at my penis in a daze and involuntarily said, "I
do know a way..." She stopped shyly. I wanted to coax her into saying that, so I
brought my penis to her lips. She couldn't bring herself to say it and pleaded, "No!" turning her head away,
her voice sweet and girlish. I knew she wasn't truly unwilling, just unable to accept it immediately, so I gently rubbed
my penis against her earlobe while pinching her nipple to intensify the stimulation. When I put my penis to her mouth again, she
did not resist and slowly took it in. I let her do as she pleased and continued to tease her body. After a while, her body
began to heat up again. I knew she was aroused, so I started to hold her head down and thrust in and out of her mouth. I thrust
harder and harder , and in the end, almost every thrust hit her throat. After dozens of thrusts, I suddenly pulled my penis out and
ejaculated on her face, hairline and eyes. Her face was flushed and her eyes were dazed. She did not show any resistance
.

I thought that this woman would soon be immersed in the sea of lust.

(2)

The next day, I woke up early. My teacher's wife had already left. She must have left in a hurry. There were still a few pieces of
her underwear that I had torn last night on the bed. They were wet and smelled of a woman in heat. I imagined my teacher's wife's lewdness last night
and how she walked around without underwear. I felt a sense of satisfaction. Undeniably, conquering such
a noble, mature woman would bring any man an unparalleled sense of accomplishment. But I wasn't entirely at
ease, because there was a thorn in my heart that would prick and mock me whenever I felt triumphant
. That thorn was Feng Yang—a man like my master, who should have died long ago but was still alive.

With my master's wife's support, I was fully confident in securing the position of sect leader of Diancang Sect. But a sect
can only have one center of power, one idol. I couldn't allow
someone whose fame, martial arts, and virtue were in no way inferior to my master to diminish my power. Suddenly, I understood why I hated Feng
Yang so much and was so eager to kill him. It was because he resembled my master so much. Every time I was around him, I felt the same tension as when I was around
my master . Subconsciously, I even saw him as an embodiment of my master. The old ghost's
resentful gaze before his death was still deeply etched in my mind. Did he still want to use someone else to sever my ambitions? No,
absolutely not. I slammed my hand on the tea table beside me, shattering the mahogany piece into pieces. The crisp sound
gradually cleared my mind, and my master's wife's beautiful face and her lewd, swaying buttocks in a sudden,
vivid image. I muttered to myself, "This woman is still usable, still quite usable."

Two more days passed. During these two days, I deliberately avoided thinking about my master's wife's intoxicating body, and surprisingly, she
didn't come looking for me. But I wasn't in a hurry at all. A cat that has stolen fish will surely taste its own. Sure enough, near dusk
, a pleasant knock sounded on the door right on time. When I opened the door, my scalp tingled. To my surprise, the woman
standing wasn't my master's wife, but her daughter, Zhu Ruolan. Seeing me staring at her in a daze, she
blushed and said with a slight reproach, "Senior brother, aren't you welcoming me in?" I coughed dryly to cover my embarrassment,
waving her in while stealing glances at her. In recent years, because I was often traveling in the martial world, and
when I occasionally returned, I was busy practicing my skills, I hadn't had much contact with this junior sister. I never expected that, without me noticing,
the little flower that was just beginning to bloom back then had grown so beautifully. Her face inherited her mother's beauty, yet radiated
a youthful charm that was incredibly captivating. While her body wasn't as voluptuous as her mother's, it was still shapely and well-proportioned
. What was remarkable was that she inherited more of her father's personality, making her appear outgoing,
passionate , and vibrant.

Her playful eyes looked at me, and she grinned, "Senior brother, you've been back for so long this time,
don't stay cooped up in your room. Come out and play with me sometime." I laughed, "Of course!
If you just open your mouth, junior sister, I'll go through fire and water for you." Inwardly, I sneered, "
One day ." She clearly hadn't expected my response. Her cheeks flushed, and she said, "Senior brother,
you've become quite the 'bad' one time." I didn't reply, only looked at her tenderly, thinking, "
You haven't seen the 'bad' side of me yet." Just then, I saw a flash of white outside the door. Without thinking, I said, "Master's wife." The figure
outside the door suddenly froze. It was indeed my master's wife. She had obviously seen her daughter's back from outside and was about to leave,
but I stopped her. My junior sister looked at the door in surprise and called out, "Mom?" My master's wife had no choice but to slowly
walk in.

A smile played on my lips as I looked at my master's wife thoughtfully. She caught my gaze and blushed
. My junior sister was still asking, "Mom? Why are you here?" Looking at the unparalleled
mother and daughter before me, a desire suddenly rose in my heart. I smiled and approached my master's wife, saying, "Master's wife, you have something
to discuss right?" By this time, I was already beside my master's wife. From this angle, my junior sister could only
see half of my body through her mother's shoulder. At this moment, I had already reached out my left hand and
started . My teacher's wife hadn't expected me to be so bold, daring to do such a thing in front of her daughter. Suppressing her pleasure
, she trembled and said, "Ruolan, you should go out first. Your senior brother and I have something to discuss." I chuckled inwardly,
my nimble fingers slipping through her clothes and underwear, directly touching her buttocks, slowly
moving between her buttocks. Ruolan, however, was still sulking, "Whatever it is, you can't even tell me." I went a step further,
extending my fingers and pressing hard on her clitoris. My teacher's wife finally couldn't help but cry out, facing her daughter's
astonished gaze, she urgently shouted, "Get out! Get out now! Get out!" I clearly saw my junior sister's eyes filled
with tears as she rushed out without looking back. As soon as she left, the thirsty woman in front of me forcefully shoved her hand down to her genitals,
grabbing my hand and pressing it forcefully against her already soaked vulva. I moved my middle finger in and out dozens of times until the woman let out a
satisfied moan, reaching orgasm, her body limp against me.

My hands moved swiftly, unbuttoning her blouse to free her full breasts. As I kneaded them, I said
, "Master's wife, your body is so sensitive." The woman lay in my arms, letting me enjoy her body,
weakly moaning, "You still dare to talk? How could you be so bold, doing this in front of Lan'er, making us... ah
..." I lowered my head, gently licking her nipple, interrupting her unfinished words. I carefully licked and sucked both her breasts
before raising my head with a wicked smile, "Don't you know what it means to be so audacious? It's all because you're so
beautiful ." I continued teasing her with one hand, while the other reached down to her genitals, smearing it with her fluids and waving it in front of her eyes
. I nibbled on her earlobe and whispered, "Master's wife, your body is so wanton. You're already this wet in
such a short time." She shook her head in my arms, her last vestiges of consciousness still resisting, saying, "No, no.
" I shouted, "How can you say no?" I yanked down her pants, pulling her shorts up to her knees, then folded
her body in half so her head could clearly see her vulva constantly gushing with lustful fluid. Seeing
the wanton state of her vulva, her eyes were fixed, shining with a strange light. I put my fingers, covered in her fluids, into her mouth
, and she no longer resisted, obediently sucking on them. Soon, she realized that the length of my fingers was no longer enough to satisfy
her lower body 's needs. Her eyes were half-open, half-closed, looking at me with nothing but lust in them. I wanted to
minimize her shame, so I ignored the pleading in her eyes. Her hand began to unconsciously grope towards my lower body. I dodged her
hand and coldly asked, "What are you doing?" The look in her eyes was almost maddening. She said, "I want…
" I suppressed my surging lust and asked, "What do you want? How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me clearly?" The woman
in front of me finally closed her eyes and screamed, "I want your penis!" Instantly, I pulled out my already swollen
penis and thrust it deep into her. We both let out a
soft sigh . But I wasn't satisfied. After only a few thrusts, I pulled out my penis again. The woman felt a
void in her lower body and couldn't help but look back at me. I defiantly shook my penis. This time, the woman had learned her lesson and softly whispered, "
I want your penis." I felt an overwhelming pleasure and shouted, "What did you say? I can't hear you."

The woman cried out, "I want a penis!" Instantly, she felt a surge of heat filling her lower body, reaching her very core
. In extreme pleasure, the woman twisted her hips wildly, shouting, "I want a penis, I want a penis..."

My relentless thrusting brought her to one climax after another. Finally, I withdrew my penis,
spraying my thick semen wantonly onto her snow-white clothes. Like this obscene garment, its owner
had been utterly defiled by me.

The woman was still in the afterglow of pleasure. I gently caressed her body to comfort her,
then whispered my plan in her ear. I liked to talk to women about serious matters at this time. Because at this
moment, the woman still had lingering pleasure in her heart and wouldn't have the courage to refuse me. However, Bing Qingying was no
ordinary person. Although her body had been wantonly violated by me, she was unwavering when it came to serious matters. Upon hearing this, she immediately refused, "
No, how can you..." I didn't say a word, turned around and left. Bing Qingying was startled and quickly grabbed me,
asking in alarm , "Where...where are you going?" I sneered, "Don't worry, I won't be that impulsive. I'm just
looking for a quiet place to wait for death." Bing Qingying was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. Despite being completely naked,
she hugged me tightly from behind, as if afraid I would fly away, and said sadly, "Why do you say that? Ling Feng,
you know how much I love you. I would give you anything, but Feng Yang is upright and honest. How can we..."

I laughed loudly for a long time, panting, "Upright and honest...hahaha...what an upright and honest man..."
"...

I suddenly tore open a piece of my clothing, revealing a plum blossom-shaped bloodstain. I sneered
, "This is the gift my honest and upright martial uncle left me."

Bing Qingying behind me exclaimed, "This...this isn't my martial uncle's unique hidden weapon, the 'Plum Blossom Seal'?
But why..."

I sneered, "Why? Don't you know?"

Bing Qingying said, "Could it be for the sect leader? But how could Feng Yang be that kind of person?"

I said coldly, "Of course he's not that kind of person. Who among us would have expected that he would be like this?" " Even a seemingly respectable senior uncle
would resort to such underhanded tactics as ambushing from behind."

Bing Qingying exclaimed in surprise, "Feng Yang ambushed you from behind?"

I continued, "If it weren't for this plum blossom seal, I probably wouldn't even know who killed me. After I
died, Feng Yang could have easily disposed of the body. It would have been completely undetectable. He could have rallied all the disciples to
avenge and rightfully taken the position of sect leader. But the real killer would never be found."

I felt Bing Qingying's delicate body behind me gradually grow cold, knowing that she also understood the feasibility of this plan.

I sighed deeply and said, "Bingying, let me go. Diancang can't tolerate me. I'll only be a burden to
you if I stay here."

Bing Qingying was clearly bewildered by my inconsistent attitude and had already come to believe me
. She sobbed against my back, "What should I do... what should I do..."

I turned around and looked at her gently, saying, "Qingying, let me go. It's the best choice for me, for you, and for
Ruolan ."

Bing Qingying hugged me even tighter and said, "If you leave, what will I do? Don't you know I can't
live without you anymore?"

Even the most hard-hearted person could feel the woman's unreserved love for me. In an instant
, my heart trembled, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly as well.

After a long while, Bing Qingying raised her head, looked into my eyes, and said firmly, "I will never allow anyone to
hurt you. For you, I'm willing to do anything."

I was overjoyed. With those words, Feng Yang's head was practically on the ground. My heart was once again
filled with ambition and desire, and the pity I had just felt for the woman before me had vanished completely. My master's wife
gently asking with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head, and my hand began to roam over my master's wife's bare back. Under my skillful seduction, the beautiful woman
in my arms soon began to pant softly again. I watched the beautiful woman in my arms moving under my palm,
and a sense of triumph swept through me. The famous Ice Heart Jade Maiden of the martial world not only had her body like a prostitute, allowing me to defile her
, but under my unpredictable methods, her icy heart was also being wantonly played with. Looking at the woman's beautiful face filled with
lust , I thought of another beautiful woman with a face very similar to hers, and my heart began
to burn again...

(3)

I struck his chest with a powerful palm, and my master's body fell uncontrollably down the cliff. He
looked at me in surprise, as if he could not believe that all of this was real. But suddenly, a strange smile flashed across his face,
and with disappeared into the clouds...

I suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and the violent movement brought a protest from the woman next to me who had been woken up.
I hadn't thought of my master for a long time. Thinking of that strange dream just now, I had a vague sense of foreboding.
A soft body pressed against my back, allowing me to fully feel the amazing elasticity of her two soft breasts.

The woman bit my ear and said in a seductive voice, "Why are you in such a hurry? Sleep a little longer." She breathed on the back of my
ear while rubbing her elastic breasts against my bare back.

But after that dream, I was no longer in the mood. I stood up, turned my back to her, and put on my clothes.

Then I turned around and saw her deep cleavage, and my heart skipped a beat again. I took a deep
breath (this woman is a fucking stunner), and threw her the white clothes that were stained with my semen from yesterday.

"How am I supposed to wear something so dirty!" the woman said coquettishly, swaying her body, her snow-white buttocks heaving like
a bitch's . In the sunlight, I could even see the semen that had been spilled on her last night still
gleaming lewdly.

I said coldly, "Hurry up and get dressed and get out of here. I don't want anyone to see you naked and slutty."
After saying that , I ignored her expression and turned to leave.

That bitch Bing Qingying, her appetite is getting bigger and bigger, I thought to myself.

I had only taken a few steps out of the room when I was stopped. "Senior brother," I turned around and saw it was my junior brother, Yang Song
. "My martial uncle asked us to go to the Cloud Palace for a meeting," I replied, and followed Yang Song
towards .

Upon entering, I saw the hall was already full of people, each with a serious expression, clearly waiting for me. My heart...
The uncomfortable feeling grew stronger. Looking around,
I wasn't surprised that the older generation ignored me. But the fact that most of the younger generation, who idolized me, all lowered their heads when they saw me immediately
made me realize something was wrong.

I stared at Feng Yang's expressionless face, trying to figure out just how bad things were. Could it be that my
affair with my master's wife had been discovered? But I was confident that we had kept it very secret and there shouldn't be any flaws
.

Suddenly, Feng Yang asked, "Ling Feng, where were you on the morning the sect leader disappeared last year?"

My heart trembled, but I remained calm and asked, "What do you mean by that, Uncle-Master?" My mind raced .
I hadn't expected Feng Yang to bring this up at this crucial moment.

First, I wondered who had instigated this. Given Feng Yang's personality, it was impossible for him to wait a year before
launching this attack, and he chose the time when I was least prepared, gathering all the disciples of Diancang, intending to
crush me in one blow. The precision of his calculations, the meticulousness of his plans, and the ruthlessness of his methods were absolutely beyond Feng Yang's
capabilities. Furthermore, our sect seemed to lack someone with such intellect, so it could only be an external force.

Once this was understood, everything made sense.

In recent years, I had indeed been too outspoken, and with my master's recent mysterious death, as his most
outstanding disciple, the position of sect leader was very likely to fall to me—something other sects could not accept.

Compared to me, having the unambitious Feng Yang as the leader of Diancang was far safer. Therefore, eliminating
me silently in Diancang's internal strife was the best choice. Not only was the Diancang Divine Sword destroyed,
but the internal strife also severely weakened Diancang, causing mutual distrust and ultimately leading to its disintegration.

Using me as an opportunity, a sect was dismantled without bloodshed; I couldn't help but secretly admire the cunning
of this mastermind.

I quickly realized that since the other party possessed such a mindset, the methods they used would inevitably be deadly, if not
fatal . In other words, they must have evidence that could kill me.

I felt my back was soaked with cold sweat, but I remained calm. I knew I
still had a glimmer of hope, because their plan wasn't flawless; there was a weakness I could exploit.

If Feng Yang knew I could deduce so much from just one sentence, he would surely regret being so blunt
. Now, he confidently stated, "Because we suspect you are connected to Master's death."

Such a shocking statement, uttered by him, elicited no reaction from those around him; clearly, they already
knew about it.

I stood proudly in the hall and slowly began to speak: "Ling Feng was favored by my master at the age of seven and accepted as a disciple. At eight, he began practicing Qi cultivation; at nine, he began
practicing boxing ; and at ten, he received the Diancang Divine Sword from my master. At fourteen,
I made my debut and killed the lecherous thief Meng Xiang in Gannan. At fifteen, I captured the master 'Empty Hand' Yu Kong'er alive. At sixteen, Zhou Yue of Mount 　　Hua insulted Diancang, and I went to Mount Hua
alone, defeated him within a hundred moves, and forced him to personally apologize to Diancang..." I recounted my deeds for Diancang one by one. With each sentence, the faces of everyone in the hall grew more ashamed. Although I was still young, the merits I had made for Diancang were unmatched by anyone present. 　　This was my cleverness; I didn't directly deny the matter, but instead described my achievements indirectly, making them subconsciously feel that doubting my merit was a mistake. 　　Feng Yang interrupted me, saying, "I came to ask you questions, not to let you boast." 　　I chuckled inwardly, intending to trick him into saying those words to gain everyone's sympathy. 　　Sure enough, upon hearing this, even the older elders of the Diancang Sect, who had always sided with him, couldn't help but frown slightly . This was because my contributions to Diancang were undeniable. This was the glimmer of hope I mentioned; the plan itself wasn't flawed, but the planner hadn't considered the human element. How could my usually straightforward uncle possibly be a match for me in terms of eloquence? 　　I said calmly, "Uncle says I killed Master, but what's your evidence?" 　　Feng Yang pointed to a young disciple beside him and said, "Qing'er, tell everyone." 　　I recognized the young disciple as Liu Qing, who usually swept the fallen leaves in front of Master's door. Liu Qing trembled he stepped forward, glanced at me, and I smiled at him. He was too frightened to speak. 　　Another elder beside him, my other uncle, Ge Tongming, loudly proclaimed, "Qing'er, speak freely! With your uncles here, even the most audacious scoundrel wouldn't dare do anything to you." He then glanced at me again. 　　I couldn't be bothered with him, so I simply turned my head away and let him bark to his heart's content. 　　Qing'er said tremblingly, "That day, the sect leader got up very early in the morning. I saw him carrying a sword on his back, and his eyes were very fierce. The sect leader is usually very kind, and I had never seen him look so fierce before, so I asked him if he was going to practice his sword ." Then, he swallowed and said, "The sect leader said, 'I'm going to kill a beast that has ruined the sect ,' and then he headed towards the top of the mountain." 　　As soon as Qing'er finished speaking, I felt all eyes in the hall turning to me. I couldn't help but 　　chuckle and said, "Uncle-Master, you've condemned me based on just one sentence ? It's like finding fault where there isn't." 　　That old dog Ge Tongming barked again, "You still want to argue? Everyone knows you're the most skilled among the current disciples." 　　I had already planned this, and said loudly, "Master only said that person ruined Diancang, he didn't say it had to be someone from our generation. Speaking of martial arts comparable to Master's, there are at least two of you, right, Uncle-Master Feng and Uncle-Master Ge?" 　　Everyone was taken aback by my counterattack and didn't react for a moment. Ge Tongming shouted angrily, "You are... " "You mean, we killed Master?" 　　I laughed. "These words came from my Uncle-Master's mouth; Ling Feng never said them." 　　Ge Tongming was so angry he almost vomited blood. He was about to speak again when Feng Yang realized I was trying to provoke them and throw them into disarray. He quickly stopped Ge Tongming, saying, "We all have alibis. Where were you then ? Can anyone testify?" 　　A delicate voice suddenly interjected, "Yes, I can testify. Senior Brother was practicing swordsmanship ." 　　Everyone looked at the speaker, only to see Junior Sister Zhu Ruolan blushing as she defended me. I didn't know...

He didn't know why she was helping him, but he knew how much of a misunderstanding this
would for her to say such things, even with her usual straightforwardness,
made her blush. It seemed she was truly willing to disregard the consequences to protect him.

Feng Yang looked helplessly at his junior sister and sighed, "Since Ruolan is protecting him so much, even your master can't help you
." He then looked up at the sky and said emotionally, "Tingyun, Tingyun (Master's name), Feng Yang is powerless
to avenge this deep hatred for you." With that, two tears rolled down his cheeks. His voice was desolate, and all the disciples in the hall were moved
.

I hastily knelt down in front of everyone, raised two fingers, and said, "Heaven above, if Yue Lingfeng cannot
capture the true culprit and avenge my master in his lifetime, he will surely die at the hands of his own family, a terrible death." I sneered inwardly. What
immortals, ghosts, gods, or Buddhas could compare to my single sword? Anyone who stood in my way would be my equal; I would slay them all, whether Buddha or ghost. This
was my world, my Jianghu.

Feng Yang stood on the platform, while I knelt on the ground. We stared at each other for
a long time. Feng Yang sighed and turned to leave. After Feng Yang left, the disciples dispersed, leaving only my junior sister and me in the hall.

Sometimes, the affairs of this world are terrifyingly ironic. When I killed my master, I never
imagined I could take his woman and ravage her at will. And when I was in deep danger, his daughter
spared no effort to save me.

Heaven has not forsaken me! Since that's the case, let me roam freely in this chaotic Jianghu to the very end. However, before that
(I glanced at the girl in front of me), it seemed I should give this lovely junior sister who was so devoted to protecting me
some "compensation". The junior sister saw me staring at her, her beautiful face turned red, and she bit her lip and said, "
Senior brother , come with me." After saying that, she turned and led the way.

I followed behind, watching the girl's full buttocks bounce with her body, and there was
only one thing on my mind...

(4)

The junior sister in front of me turned left and swayed, leading me into the depths of the forest in the south of Diancang. I didn't know
where she was taking me. Seeing that she was going to go further and further into a deserted place, I was happy to ignore her. I chuckled to myself,
the beauty was really cooperative, knowing that I would shout loudly in a while, so she went to a deserted place.

Suddenly, the figure in front of me stopped, and I hurriedly stopped as well.
The scenery I saw through the woman's shoulder was so familiar that it made my heart tremble. I walked forward unconsciously, touching
the wind chimes hanging from the tree and the rocking horse I had made as a child, my heart filled with emotion.

I had spent the most beautiful time of my life here. Everything before me, from small wooden cups and stools
to the rocking horse and the simple hut in the tree, was made by my own hands. Whenever I encountered setbacks in my training or
was reprimanded by my master, I would always hide here alone, storing away all my sorrows.

And always quietly by my side was my junior sister. After so many years, these
things were still intact; she must have been cleaning them regularly.

Looking at her, I saw she was still so pure and lovely, her face still faintly reflecting her childhood.
And the blue sky and white clouds, the wooden cups and rocking horse—they hadn't changed a bit. The only thing that had changed was me. My junior sister gazed at
me and slowly said, "Senior brother, do you remember this place?"

I nodded. The girl's face lit up, as if she had fallen into a dream, and she murmured, "Those days...

were so good. Every day was so carefree. Do you remember the rocking horse we made together?" She
pointed to the rocking horse, excitedly.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, you were so clumsy back then. You fell off the first time you rode it and
just cried all the time."

My junior sister blushed and said, "That was because you were naughty. You deliberately broke one of the rocking horse's legs. Thinking about it now, you were really wicked
back then . You even lied to me, saying that drinking ink would make me more knowledgeable."

I said angrily, "Afterwards, didn't you put croton oil in my food, making my stomach hurt for a week?

Now it's time to settle old scores with new ones." After saying that, I suddenly pounced on her.

She cried out in surprise and quickly dodged. But how could her lightness skill be a match for mine? I had already anticipated her
dodge. I suddenly pushed her down onto the lawn.

Our bodies were now completely intertwined; we could hear each other's heartbeats.

I felt her breath on my face, a ticklish sensation. Under my gaze, the girl shyly
closed her eyes. Looking at her flawless face, my heart trembled, and I kissed her deeply.

I easily breached her not-so-strong teeth, finding her retreating tongue
and entwining it tightly. Her resistance lasted only a second before she began to react clumsily and gently.

When my lips left hers, she was flushed and panting.

Just as I was about to take the next step, the girl softly said, "Senior brother, do you know how much I like
you? When we were little, you loved to lie on the grass and tell me about your future ambitions. You said you wanted to kill
all the evil people
"

Her soft voice was barely audible. It seemed like she was confessing her love to me, but it also sounded like she was talking to herself.
I paused, wanting to hear what she would say next.

The girl continued, "But you don't understand my feelings at all. Every time you go out to explore the world, I'm
filled with anxiety , afraid something might happen to you. Every day I come here to pray, praying for your safe return. I
know you're skilled in martial arts and have great strategies. I hate myself for always worrying about you, for always thinking of you, even though I know you
're heartless and never care about me. But whenever I think of you, my heart aches. Senior brother,
why don't you come back to see your junior sister? Doesn't she deserve your concern at all
?"

She closed her eyes, and tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

I knew in my heart that she wasn't shouting at me; she just wanted to get all the words that had been building up inside her
. And these were words she wouldn't dare say to my face, which was why she brought me here.
Every blade of grass and every tree was familiar to her, giving her courage. At this point, I shouldn't interrupt her; I just need to quietly
listen.

After a while, my junior sister seemed to have calmed down and slowly said, "Perhaps Uncle and the others suspect
that you killed Father, but I know that you are the least likely murderer. Because I know that since
childhood have admired my father the most, and you have always hoped to become a swordsman who upholds the righteous path. It is absolutely impossible for
you to have killed him."

I thought to myself, this is truly a case of mistaken identity. I never thought I would be saved for this reason.

My junior sister is right. Of course, I would never have killed Master before, but now I am different
. The only person I admire is myself. Justice and evil no longer matter; power determines everything.

I looked at my junior sister's shy face and thought to myself, if it were the old me, perhaps I would have already been
melted by your sincere confession, but now my heart is filled with the desire for ambition. Love
is too much of a luxury for me; I cannot afford it. And I have no way back. I understood this from the moment I personally
killed Master who raised me for 13 years.

After erasing that sliver of guilt, I immediately felt the heat of the youthful body before me
, and my lower body instantly stirred. My erection pressed irresistibly between the girl's legs. The girl
sensed my arousal, her face flushed, and she struggled to move away from me. But the friction of our bodies
became the fatal fuse, and my desire ignited like wildfire.

I leaned down and, without much difficulty, once again claimed the girl's mouth.

While she was engrossed in our passionate kiss, my right hand skillfully brushed against her sensitive
nipple. This untouched sacred place was no match for such teasing; the girl trembled violently.

My hands didn't stop there; they began to move upwards from her waist, gradually exploring her sensitive spots.
The girl desperately pressed down on my hands, preventing me from going any further, trying to protest, but under
the blockage of my tongue, only soft "oohs" could be heard.

Seeing that upward movements were ineffective, I suddenly pulled my hot left hand back and
began rubbing it against her vulva instead. At the same time, my lips freed themselves from her tongue and kissed her neck directly.

The moment her mouth was freed, she let out a breathtaking moan. In that moment of
weakness , my right hand seized the opportunity to grasp her delicate breasts from under her clothes, the soft yet
elastic sensation instantly spreading through my palm.

After regaining consciousness, the girl tried again to regain control of her body, but I steadfastly held
my ground. After a fierce struggle, the simultaneous pleasure from three sides of her body finally made
her increasingly weak.

Of course, I wouldn't be satisfied with a superficial touch. My right hand temporarily released its grip on her breasts,
and with a gasp, I unbuckled the girl's belt. Immediately afterward, my other hand slipped effortlessly
under her clothes, and similarly, her attempts to hold me down through the fabric were ineffective.

With a clever twist, I snapped the strap of her bodice at the back, then yanked it open, pulling the bright red
bodice out from under her clothes. Another gasp escaped the girl's lips as she realized she had lost her most intimate garment. Instinctively, she
crossed her arms to cover her chest. I twirled the bodice by the strap in my hand, grinning at the girl before me.

"Give it back!" the girl cried, lunging at me, but she was right into my hands. I tossed the bodice behind me and

pinned her to the ground again. Of course, with my hands holding her down, she couldn't mount
a defense .

Panting, I used my mouth to unbutton the two buttons on her chest. The series of movements had exhausted me
, but when her full breasts bounced out of her clothes and into view, I felt it was all worth
it.

Finally, I could enjoy those beautiful breasts without any obstruction. I licked, bit, sucked, and nibbled at her nipples
, making the beauty beneath me moan softly. As I was about to leave, several rows of
teeth marks appeared on her breasts, announcing that I was about to become the first, and of course, the only man to possess her body. After confirming that her
hands no longer had the strength to stop me, I finally took complete
control and began to knead them vigorously.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The girl's infinitely beautiful upper body swayed under my kneading, and
she let out intermittent moans.

I frowned. I would definitely make her moans more varied when I had the chance, but not now.

I turned her over completely, and as she cried out, "What are you doing?", I gave her
the answer —I ripped off her outer pants and underwear at the same time.

I lifted her up, keeping her kneeling, and the girl cried out in shame, "No!"

But because of her weakness, she could only let me see her shameful buttocks and vulva clearly. "Such a full
vulva," I thought to myself. "With some proper training, it will be no less impressive than her seductive mother's."

My nimble tongue traced from her buttocks down to her vulva, lingering there as I carefully
sucked . When my tongue enveloped the girl's clitoris, she reacted with surprising intensity. Her body undulated like waves
before her upper body slumped limply. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid filled her vagina, bringing her to
her first orgasm. "Perhaps I've been too rough with her earlier teasing," I thought to myself. I continued
to fondle her breasts with both hands while simultaneously lifting her upper body.

My lower body slowly entered her vagina. The girl's tight vagina felt incredibly pleasurable to my penis.

Due to the intense struggles earlier, the girl had no strength left to resist my intrusion. She almost let
me thrust in and out, but the pain of losing her virginity still caused her to convulse.

After a few dozen thrusts, the girl seemed to begin to experience pleasure from intercourse, her mouth
emitting faint moans with each of my deep and shallow thrusts. "She seems to be earlier than most women," I thought to myself, "she definitely inherited
her mother's wanton nature.

" I began to show off my skills, and with different thrusting techniques, the girl's moans grew louder. I simply
laid her upper body on the ground, raising her snow-white buttocks high in the air, so my penis could penetrate her
vagina .

The virgin girl couldn't withstand such stimulation and quickly reached a second orgasm. And her constitution...
She was indeed extraordinary. If it were an ordinary girl experiencing her first time, she would have cried out for mercy long ago after such thrusting. But she seemed
to be able to endure it, so of course I didn't hold back and continued to enjoy her refreshing and lovely body at will.
I ejaculated inside her three times before I stopped.

Afterwards, she lay in my arms and fell asleep contentedly. I placed my hand on her buttocks, feeling
the elasticity of her skin. At the same time, I secretly compared Bing Qingying and her daughter in my mind, imagining what it would be like if the mother and daughter
competed .

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