Jinling Three Heroes
After the refreshing release, Wei Yun's mood was clearly much lighter than the day before, and even the sting of Ye Chen Yu's slap faded into the background.
"Xiao Jin..."
Leaving the Cherry Blossom Sect's estate behind, Wei Yun walked along the northern mountain path, looking up at the sky, wondering where Xiao Jin had scampered off to.
North of Jinling City, spring was in full bloom. Peach and plum blossoms, along with countless mountain flowers, burst forth in vibrant display, their faint fragrance mingling with the fresh scent of green grass and earthy soil, drifting through the air.
Ahead lay a narrow pass between two mountains, leading into Jinling City.
Wei Yun's outfit consisted of close-fitting underclothes inside a standard Medicine King Sect green robe. But his oversized member was too thick and long—even soft, it wouldn't fit in his pants. He'd torn open the crotch to let it hang freely between his legs, swinging like an elephant's trunk and ears alongside his heavy balls. The long robe mercifully concealed it all; otherwise, he couldn't have shown his face in public.
He planned to head into Jinling City and buy some properly fitting undergarments.
The clop-clop of hooves echoed. Wei Yun glanced over to see two fine steeds—one black, one white—galloping up the path. Each bore a burly, bearded man with sharp, predatory eyes, broad shoulders, and bear-like builds. They carried long sabers, exuding a fierce, menacing aura that screamed trouble.
"Now that Big Bro's formed his Golden Core, our days as the Jinling Three Heroes are finally here!"
"Naturally. For some reason, all the cultivators in Jinling City have vanished lately. That's why Big Bro dared snatch Magistrate Zhang's concubine Mei'er and bring her home for some fun."
"You know Big Bro's stamina—he won't be done for three or five days. No point drooling; better to hit the Cherry Blossom Sect first and get our own satisfaction."
Wei Yun's instincts screamed danger from their chatter. He edged toward the roadside to give them space.
But the more he yielded, the bolder they grew. The horses halted right in front of him. One brute pointed his saber and barked, "Kid, don't block the road."
Wei Yun cursed inwardly at the shameless bastard. He'd already stepped aside, leaving the center clear, yet they refused the open path and insisted on crowding him—pure provocation.
A quick scan revealed both at Foundation Establishment perfection, matching his own level.
One-on-one, he might have a shot. Two together? Dicey.
The other waved him off with a grin. "Easy, Second Bro—peace is best. Little brother, which sect and peak are you from?"
Wei Yun cupped his fists. "Disciple of the Medicine King Sect."
The brute chuckled. "Outer disciple, right?"
Wei Yun's mind raced. The sect's name didn't intimidate them—trouble.
He didn't know the Medicine King Sect had countless disciples, all registered but managed loosely. Nameless and outer disciples got little respect, especially from fellow cultivators. Only inner disciples had real backing.
A dead outer disciple? The sect rarely pursued it.
These thugs knew that, which was why they dared block and rob him outright. They'd done it before—clean kills, no repercussions.
The brute slung his saber over his shoulder. "Here's the deal: We're heading to the Cherry Blossom Sect for some girls but short on talisman money. Lend us ten or twenty sheets—nothing more."
Wei Yun's eye twitched. Robbery, plain and simple. "Borrow"? "Not too much"? Shameless.
"Heroes, I left in a rush—no talisman money on me. But I've got one sheet. Take it for tea; no need to return. Friends forever."
He glanced skyward, then flipped out a first-grade talisman bill and offered it.
Xiao Jin was MIA—her Golden Core-level power would guarantee victory. Damn her timing.
"Just one?" The brute scowled. "Nothing else?"
"Really nothing."
"Not that we doubt you—people are tricky. Strip and let us check."
His saber jabbed threateningly.
Wei Yun's brows furrowed; he backed away.
Both leaped from their horses, sabers drawn, closing in. One sneered, "What, wanna spar with the Jinling Three Heroes?"
"Misunderstanding, good sirs! I'm just awed by your heroic might. Sheathe those blades—we can talk."
"Hmph, smart kid." They sheathed.
"Allow me to bow in respect."
Wei Yun cupped his fists, bent slightly—then pitched forward.
The brutes froze, thinking he'd stumbled, instinctively reaching to steady him.
In that instant, Wei Yun shot forward like a loosed arrow, straight at the left brute. Two zhang closed in a blink; they couldn't react.
Channeling every ounce of true qi to the limit, the world sharpened. Time slowed; their micro-expressions crawled into view.
Mid-leap, his left hand chopped palm-knife style at the left brute's chest. A black whirlwind erupted from his wrist, engulfing the man.
Wei Yun's right palm struck his left's back for leverage, spinning like a top toward the right brute—who was just drawing his saber. Too late. Twin palms slammed home.
Crack!
A burst of fire erupted—the brute's protective talisman shattered, absorbing the full blow.
Wei Yun rebounded, landing several zhang away.
"Aaaagh—!"
Screams echoed. The left brute hovered, wracked in agony within the black whirlwind. Blood blossoms exploded; he vanished in moments, leaving clothes spinning.
Wei Yun opened his palm; the wind retracted, black-and-white banded on his wrist.
Five fingers splayed—tattered clothes spat out, scattering on the wind into the woods.
"You dog! You killed Second Bro—die!"
The survivor raged, saber swinging with surging momentum. Gravel flew, forming a white saber-stream crashing down!
Wei Yun's left vibrated; a larger black tornado roared out, clashing head-on.
Clang-clang-clang!
The saber jittered wildly, then vanished into the Qian Kun Xiu divine ability.
Signature Medicine King Sect heirloom art—swallows all, devours energy. Overkill for riffraff, but Wei Yun's low cultivation demanded it.
Whoosh!
The whirlwind howled, shredding the brute into blood mist and sand—essence absorbed as fuel.
Wei Yun withdrew the art, spitting rags but pocketing both sabers, plus mundane gold-silver and talisman bills.
"Filthy bandits, full of lies. 'Short on talisman money'? Look at this haul. Now they're short a life too."
Counting: thirty-two first-grade bills total. How many sect tasks for that?
"To the city!"
He mounted the white horse, galloping toward Jinling.
At the towering walls, guards eyed his green robe with respect, waving him through.
Before imperial might, immortal sects loomed supreme.
Jinling bustled with flowers and commerce—the Ming Dynasty capital's four main streets teemed till late night.
In the market, Wei Yun hit a high-end clothier, picking baggy pants for easy swaps: loose-crotch, tight, open-fly, even skirt-like.
A fat silver ingot secured the palm-slapping send-off.
Passing a mansion, he spotted a posted notice. Crowds murmured, pointing.
"What thief dares kidnap Magistrate Zhang's concubine Mei'er?!"
"They say she's a drop-dead beauty, and pregnant too. What do they want with her...?"
Wei Yun read the notice.
Thief abducted my wife Mei'er last night. Reward for her safe return: generous compensation. Cultivators sought.
— Magistrate Zhang
Zhang's place hit by a masked expert—concubine gone. No leads; cultivators scarce. No takers yet.
Wei Yun connected the dots to the bandits' talk. Mei'er was likely with their "Big Bro."
"Jinling Three Heroes..."
Amid stares, he tore down the notice, led inside by servants.
Magistrate Zhang, tall and gaunt at fifty-plus, looked haggard. His eyes lit at the robe. "Medicine King Sect expert! Forgive my poor welcome."
Wei Yun waved it off. "Spare the formalities. What reward for success?"
"Fear not—I've two prized talisman bills, perfect for you."
A brocade box arrived.
Inside: two octagonal, golden-glowing second-grade bills, extraordinary even to mortals.
"Two second-grade..." Wei Yun's eyes gleamed. Deal!
Low-grades traded ten-for-one, but rarely—high-grades refilled mana instantly. A Golden Core needed one second-grade fully; ten first-grades might not.
Zhang noted his reaction, closed the box. "Well?"
"Done. I'll bring her back." Wei Yun left.
"Please, ensure Mei'er's unharmed!"
...
In southern Jinling's estate—the Jinling Three Heroes' lair.
Escort masters by trade, bandits by night. Years of ill-got gains bought this mansion and ventures.
Hallway moans drifted out.
Servants queued at the door, peeking hungrily, some clutching crotches, desperate.
But Big Bro—house lord—was ruthless, with a voyeuristic kink. He finished first, then let servants have sloppy seconds—in order.
No one dared cut.
Inside, a thirty-something beauty slumped in a grand chair, bound hand-and-foot in nude glory save thigh-high flesh stockings. Sweat-slick skin bore red marks, bruises. Her swollen belly screamed months pregnant.
Mei'er—hair wild, eyes glazed, drooling, moaning mindlessly after hours of torment. Heavy tits sagged slightly; soaked slit gaped dark-red, weeping fluids.
A fat, naked middle-aged man trembled with lard, his thick cock rampant. Tiny eyes vanished in his grin.
Big Brother Yu, Golden Core powerhouse, Jinling notable.
His pudgy paws spread her sloppy lips, tugging pubes. She quivered, gushing.
"Beg, beauty—or no entry."
"P-please... fuck me... fuck me dead..." Drugs and torture broke her; she'd beg any man like a bitch.
Yu slapped her slick folds leisurely, addressing the queue: "See? Tease right—neither too fast nor slow. Balance is key."
"Master wise!"
"Fuck her dead!"
"Zhang's all high-and-mighty; now his wife's ours—play her out!"
"Rest easy, lads. After me, everyone's turn..."
He pressed his half-foot rod to her lips, easing in.
Half the glans in—BOOM! The gates exploded.
Yu flinched, yanking back. "Who's making noise?!"
Servants turned. A sixteen-year-old in green robe stood amid wreckage, birdcage in left, fan in right, humming idly with a smile.
"Medicine King Sect?"
They knew the robes—top dynasty sect.
Hesitation gripped them under Yu's glare. Weapons raised, they encircled.
Yu advanced cock-out, squinting. "Medicine King brat—mere Foundation perfection, stirring shit? Know the Golden Core gap?"
Wei Yun strolled in, grinning. "Misunderstanding, uncle. Not wrecking—just touring your pussy-pounding demo. Mei'er's famed beauty; lucky to watch. You Big Brother Yu of the Three Heroes?"
Yu's eyes pierced. Lies. Sect disciples policed the dynasty, purging evil.
Smash-and-grab. But Yu could win—kill clean, no issue.
"Enter, watch close." Cock bobbing in welcome.
"Ah... fuck me... please..." Mei'er wailed on.
Wei Yun glanced—alive, good enough.
Cage swinging, fan fluttering, he passed.
As he brushed Yu, the fat palm flushed blood-red, ballooned, smashing at his face!