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🕑 Added 2025-06-26 01:48:21 +0000 UTCHeroic Chivalry: The Green Legend, Book One
Prologue
The Huaxia Continent is a fertile land, mainly inhabited by the Han people. Three hundred years ago, the continent was unified under a single dynasty, but it later perished due to excessive exploitation and tyranny. Afterward, the continent fell into a state of fragmentation, with various warlords controlling their own territories. In such chaotic times, the status of martial arts masters rose to unprecedented heights, and the major sects and noble families that trained these masters became dominant powers in their regions. The product of the alliance of these powers the Martial Alliance became the largest martial organization. In the minds of the people, the leader of the Martial Alliance was held in even higher esteem than the rulers of the divided territories.
Hangzhou is a city renowned throughout the land, known not only for its prosperity but also for its beautiful scenery, especially the area around West Lake, whose beauty is unforgettable. Building a home by West Lake is a dream for countless people, but only a privileged few, namely high officials and the wealthy, can enjoy such a luxury.
By the lakeside stands a sizable villa, the most prominent among all the courtyards by West Lake. Everyone in Hangzhou knows it belongs to the Lü family, the city's most prestigious clan. When outsiders ask about the Lü family, every local will give a thumbs up, their eyes filled with envy and admiration as they recount its story. Yet, beneath the admiration, some eyes also reveal jealousy.
The Lü family rose to prominence over fifty years ago, under the leadership of Lü Zhengyang. With his mastery of the Haoran Sword Technique, he became the number one martial artist in the land and established the Heroic Chivalry Manor. Over the next thirty years, the manor became the foremost power in the martial world, so much so that even the Martial Alliance often had to rely on it.
Five years after the manor was founded, Lü Zhengyang became sworn brothers with Feng Xiaotian, the then leader of the Martial Alliance and master of the Righteous Manor, the second greatest martial artist. Together, they upheld justice in the martial world.
However, as the saying goes, “The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled.” After more than twenty years, the Heroic Chivalry Manor became the greatest enemy of the demonic sects, leading to many fierce battles. Twenty-five years ago, a great war broke out. The Martial Alliance joined forces with the Heroic Chivalry Manor against the demonic sects, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides. Lü Zhengyang, Feng Xiaotian, the eight top experts of the manor, and the ten guardians of the Martial Alliance all perished, as did the demonic sect’s leader, dual lords, four kings, and twelve elders. After the battle, most of the top martial artists were dead or wounded. Traditional powers like Shaolin and Wudang regained prominence.
In gratitude for Lü Zhengyang and Feng Xiaotian’s contributions, the righteous martial world protected their descendants. Lü Zhengyang’s son, Lü Hao, became the new master of the Heroic Chivalry Manor, while Feng Xiaotian’s son, Feng Tianhao, inherited the Righteous Manor. However, the two heirs could not have been more different: Feng Tianhao quickly became the greatest young martial artist and, ten years ago, the new leader of the Martial Alliance; Lü Hao, on the other hand, remained extremely low-key after succeeding as master, never fighting anyone, so his strength was a matter of speculation. Although some wanted to challenge him, the heads of the major sects forbade anyone from disturbing him, so no one dared act.
Over twenty years passed, and Lü Hao aged from a young man in his twenties to someone nearing fifty, though he still looked like a man in his thirties a feat only possible with profound internal power. Even Feng Xiaotian did not appear as young as him, leading to rumors that Lü Hao was actually the number one martial artist in the world.
Three years ago, Feng Xiaotian, already the top martial artist, came to the Heroic Chivalry Manor to finally determine who was the best. No one witnessed the duel, but it was said that the sound of weapons clashing lasted three days and nights.
Two days after the duel, Feng Xiaotian left, telling those waiting that after three days of fierce fighting, he had finally won by a single move, rightfully claiming the title of number one. Lü Hao, who lost by one move, became the second greatest martial artist, and the only one who might defeat Feng Xiaotian. The third-ranked, the world’s greatest swordsman, could only withstand fifty moves from Feng Xiaotian. Many said Lü Hao lost due to lack of combat experience, and most agreed.
A year after that duel, Feng Xiaotian’s son, Feng Jinghui, married Lü Hao’s daughter one of the ten great beauties of the martial world, Lü Xinyan. The Righteous Manor and the Heroic Chivalry Manor became even closer, a celebrated event in the martial world. Another year later, Lü Hao’s son, Lü Fan, married his senior sister another of the ten great beauties, Su Yun of Mount Hua.
Despite many rumors, the Heroic Chivalry Manor remained low-key, with Lü Hao rarely leaving, earning him a reputation as a master who disliked conflict and the world’s second greatest martial artist who refused to fight.
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Four fine horses galloped swiftly along West Lake. Although it was morning, there were still people on the road. When the horses sped by, pedestrians wanted to curse, but upon seeing the priceless horses and their riders, they immediately fell silent.
The lead horse was ridden by a beautiful, elegantly dressed woman whose beauty was astonishing. She appeared to be in her thirties, but everyone in Hangzhou knew she was forty-seven. She had a mature, seductive figure ample breasts and hips, extremely alluring. As the horse ran, her dress would sometimes flutter, revealing her white calves, and sometimes even her thighs.
That fleeting beauty was something all Hangzhou residents loved to see. The way her ample hips and large breasts bounced with the horse’s movement made every man wish he could be the horse she rode at night, enjoying the sensation of her hips rising and falling on him.
Not only was her figure perfect, but her face was also stunning mature and beautiful, with flawless features set in a melon-seed-shaped face, giving off an air of mature charm and untouchable nobility. Her refined, otherworldly aura was tinged with the heroic spirit of a martial woman, though a trace of sadness always lingered between her brows.
Behind her rode three men. One, half a horse’s length behind, was a young man in luxurious clothes, wearing silks unaffordable to ordinary wealthy families. He was about twenty, and everyone in Hangzhou knew he was the woman’s son-in-law. The other two, dressed as servants, were a young man in his twenties and an elderly man with white hair and beard.
The woman’s identity was known to all in Hangzhou: she was Zhen Jingyi, the mistress of the Heroic Chivalry Manor, wife of the second greatest martial artist Lü Hao, and, over twenty years ago, the number one beauty of the martial world. The young man was her son-in-law, Feng Jinghui, son of the current leader of the Martial Alliance.
The four horses soon arrived at the manor’s villa by West Lake. When Zhen Jingyi dismounted, the two guards at the gate caught a fleeting glimpse of her thighs, feeling a surge of excitement but not daring to show it, only waiting respectfully. After she and her party entered, they sneaked a look at her swaying hips until her figure disappeared.
Zhen Jingyi led the three straight to the back courtyard, with Feng Jinghui following respectfully, showing no improper thoughts. All the servants they passed greeted them with respect, though the male servants’ gazes betrayed their desire.
Since over two years ago, Zhen Jingyi’s previously conservative dress had become slightly bolder. Her neckline was lower, and she no longer wore the white undergarment she used to, sometimes revealing a hint of her chest when she looked down. Her skirts had also changed she no longer wore underpants, so lifting her skirt revealed her long, beautiful legs. Such attire was not uncommon among the wealthy, but on Zhen Jingyi, a martial woman, it was surprising, as fighting in a long skirt would inevitably reveal her legs. Fortunately, as the manor’s mistress, no one dared make a move on her.
To the servants, Zhen Jingyi’s stride remained firm and her expression as dignified and kind as ever, but they did not know the sorrow in her heart.
The men following her were Feng Xing, Feng Jinghui’s loyal servant, and Lü Fu, the elderly steward of the manor, loyal since Lü Zhengyang’s time and a top martial artist himself, having trained most of the manor’s guards.
At first, Feng Xing and Lü Fu were respectful, but upon reaching the back courtyard, they stayed at the gate, their expressions changing Feng Xing’s face filled with excitement and pride, while Lü Fu’s was full of sorrow and grief. In their view, Feng Jinghui placed his hand on Zhen Jingyi’s ample hip, his previously respectful face turning lewd. Zhen Jingyi only trembled, not resisting, her sorrow and helplessness plain to see.
A mature, beautiful, and heroic woman like Zhen Jingyi displaying such an expression did not evoke pity in Feng Jinghui, but rather made him more excited. He fondled her perfect hips, slowly lifting her luxurious skirt, revealing her alluring, long legs.
As more of her legs were exposed, Feng Xing’s eyes filled with lust, while Lü Fu’s eyes were full of humiliation. When half of Zhen Jingyi’s buttocks were exposed, Feng Xing’s eyes burned with desire, while Lü Fu closed his eyes in pain.
“Please… not here…” Zhen Jingyi pleaded, her voice trembling.
“Heh heh… My dear mother-in-law, why are you begging me? Didn’t you come out without underpants? After doing that, are you still afraid of being seen?” Feng Jinghui asked with a lewd smile.
Zhen Jingyi did not dare retort, for she had no ability to oppose her “son-in-law.” Since the battle three years ago, she had only one choice to please the Feng family. Whether she, once the number one beauty, or her husband, they could only survive by relying on the Fengs. For her family and children, she could only submit; otherwise, her family would be destroyed.
“Lift your skirt yourself. Let my dog and your servant see you before you come inside.” Feng Jinghui said with a lewd grin before entering the house.
Hearing this, Zhen Jingyi’s face filled with sorrow. After a moment’s struggle, she helplessly lifted her skirt, exposing her ample hips and the lush area between her thighs, enough to drive any man crazy. Seeing her fully exposed, Feng Xing swallowed hard, while Lü Fu’s brief look of infatuation was quickly replaced by pain and self-blame.
Knowing her hips were seen by the two men, Zhen Jingyi turned sorrowfully, exposing her charms between her legs to them. Feng Xing’s greedy gaze disgusted her, while Lü Fu’s look of self-blame and infatuation gave her some comfort.
Zhen Jingyi’s pubic area was beautiful, with thick, dark hair in a perfect inverted triangle, and deep red labia indicating she was often loved, though not always by choice. Though unwilling, she had to open her legs to those men.
After showing herself to the two servants, Zhen Jingyi entered the room, closing the door behind her as she approached her now-naked “son-in-law.” Seeing his member, much larger than her husband’s, she bowed her head and began to lick it skillfully.
She knew that soon she would be lost in debauchery, moaning wildly beneath her “son-in-law,” writhing like a wanton woman, only to feel shame and guilt afterward.
As she thought this, Feng Jinghui said smugly, “Open the window, strip naked, and kneel by the window with your butt in the air. I want our servants to see how I fuck my mother-in-law with my big cock!”
“Jinghui, please, don’t…” Zhen Jingyi’s words were cut off by a slap.
“You old slut! What did you call me?” Feng Jinghui shouted.
“I’m sorry! Master, please don’t do this. I’ll serve you well, just don’t let others see,” Zhen Jingyi pleaded, kneeling before him, knowing he was unlikely to agree.
Feng Jinghui smiled wickedly, “Fine! Unless you want your daughter to take your place.”
Hearing this, Zhen Jingyi resignedly opened the window, slowly undressed, and revealed her mature, alluring body. Feng Jinghui admired her beauty, unable to restrain his desire.
When Zhen Jingyi knelt by the window, raising her ample hips, Feng Jinghui came behind her. “Mother-in-law, you’re so beautiful. No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s never enough,” he said, fondling her hips.
His skilled hands made Zhen Jingyi’s sensitive body respond, her arousal rising despite her resistance. Her body flushed, and her vagina began to moisten. Though her mind resisted, her body craved the man behind her, waiting for his command to preserve a shred of dignity.
“Mother-in-law, shake your ass and beg me to fuck your pussy!” Feng Jinghui ordered, pressing his cock to her entrance. At that moment, Feng Xing and Lü Fu at the gate could not help but turn around, seeing Zhen Jingyi’s naked body. Feng Xing stared excitedly, while Lü Fu turned away in pain.
“Son-in-law… please, fuck mom’s pussy hard with your big cock!” Zhen Jingyi shouted, using crude words she would never have uttered two years ago, but now did so without hesitation, not caring that Feng Xing was watching.
Hearing her plea, Feng Jinghui thrust forward, his thick cock spreading her lips and entering her. Their moans and the sound of flesh slapping filled the room. Under his thrusts, Zhen Jingyi’s body trembled, her large breasts drawing arcs, her hips rippling with each impact. Feng Xing drooled at the sight.
Feng Jinghui focused on her hips, watching them ripple with each thrust.
“Mother-in-law, does it feel good? Do you like my big cock fucking you?” he asked loudly.
Lost in pleasure, Zhen Jingyi forgot her identity, wanting only to enjoy the sensation of his cock inside her. Her hips twisted, her mouth moaned, and she replied, “Son-in-law… it feels so good… I love your big cock fucking me!”
With her answer, Feng Jinghui fucked her even harder. With each powerful thrust, Zhen Jingyi became more wanton, losing all her usual dignity and poise, her lewdness rivaling that of a brothel whore.
“Does my cock feel better, or your husband’s?” Feng Jinghui asked.
“Yours feels better! I love your big cock!” Zhen Jingyi replied without hesitation, not caring she was humiliating her husband.
Satisfied, Feng Jinghui thought, “No wonder she’s a ‘Nine Yin Body’ she turns into a slut as soon as I fuck her!” He pounded her even harder, the sound of flesh slapping echoing.
Fucked by Feng Jinghui’s much larger cock, Zhen Jingyi’s pleasure built up. With repeated thrusts and impacts, she finally screamed in ecstasy, her vagina clamping down as she climaxed, spraying her juices on his cock.
Though usually able to last through five or six climaxes, Feng Jinghui could not withstand Zhen Jingyi’s tightness and climaxed inside her after less than half an hour.
Afterward, Feng Jinghui lay content on her back, while Zhen Jingyi, coming down from her orgasm, was filled with regret and self-loathing for her easily aroused body.
As she wallowed in self-disgust, Feng Jinghui carried her to the bed. Though it was not their first time together, Zhen Jingyi’s eyes were full of resistance, but Feng Jinghui did not care he enjoyed her body, whether she was willing or not.
As Zhen Jingyi lay in his arms, hurried footsteps approached the courtyard. Feng Jinghui, highly skilled, frowned. Soon, Lü Fu’s son, Lü Feng, delivered a letter to Lü Fu, who then brought it to the door. “Mistress, urgent news!”
“Bring it in,” Feng Jinghui said lazily, eager to see Lü Fu’s reaction to seeing the mistress naked.
Both Lü Fu and Zhen Jingyi tensed at his words, but quickly composed themselves. Lü Fu entered, head bowed upon seeing Zhen Jingyi naked. Though he looked down, he knew he would never forget her perfect, mature body.
Zhen Jingyi took the letter. Upon reading it, she cried out in terror. Feng Jinghui looked at the letter, which read: “The master was ambushed by the Four Great Bandits, poisoned, and forced off a cliff.”
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I am Lü Hao, master of the Heroic Chivalry Manor. That’s my identity in this life. My previous life ended tragically a passing immortal dropped a wine gourd on me, killing me. Feeling guilty, the immortal gave me a chance to be reborn. My wish was to become a rich, handsome martial arts hero, with a powerful father, the best martial arts, and the most beautiful heroine as my wife.
For the first twenty-three years, my wish came true. As the young master of the most powerful manor, with the number one martial artist as my father, training in the best sword art, and engaged to the number one beauty’s junior sister, everything was perfect. But at twenty-three, everything changed. That year, I was poisoned by the demonic sect, my dantian destroyed, unable to practice martial arts ever again; that year, my father died in battle; that year, my mother committed suicide; that year, I, a cripple, became the master of the manor; that year, I married the beauty’s junior sister.
Unable to practice martial arts, I dared not travel the martial world, for in these troubled times, a non-martial artist would surely die. As master, I could not let anyone know my secret, so I rarely appeared in public, leaving most affairs to my beloved wife. For various reasons, my inability remained hidden for over twenty years, until three years ago, when my sworn brother Feng Tianhao came to challenge me.
Sworn brother? Yes, until he learned I could not fight. On the back mountain, my wife and I told him everything. At that moment, his kind face turned sinister. He offered me two choices: the destruction of my manor and family, or becoming his obedient dog. For my wife, daughter, and son, I chose the latter.
After I chose, Feng Tianhao humiliated me by tearing off my wife’s clothes and raping her before me. My wife tried to resist, but as a first-rate martial artist, she was no match for a top master. When she tried to kill herself, Feng Tianhao threatened to kill me and our children, so she could only submit.
Watching him rape my wife, I felt unbearable pain and humiliation. Worse still, Feng Tianhao’s sexual prowess far exceeded mine. After about fifteen minutes, my wife’s expression turned from pain to pleasure, climaxing five times, while my best performance only gave her two. When he finished, her face showed pleasure and wantonness I had never seen.
After raping my wife, Feng Tianhao demanded the Haoran Sword Technique manual and began practicing. It took him three days to integrate it into his skills, during which his aura destroyed everything around him hence the rumor that we fought for three days.
After mastering the technique, Feng Tianhao spent another day and night with my wife, thoroughly conquering her body. When he left, my wife rested for two days. Watching them, I realized I no longer hated him, but felt envy and jealousy, for I had fantasized about such things.
While caring for my wife, I felt no resentment, only self-blame. When she asked me to divorce her, I refused, holding her conquered body tightly and telling her I loved her no matter what.
Indeed, I love my wife deeply not just for her beauty or care, but for everything she is. After my father’s death, she gave me everything. Now, she sacrificed her chastity for me how could I despise her?
Three days after Feng Tianhao left, my wife and I lay together again. As I entered her, I recalled the scene of Feng Tianhao ravishing her. My cock grew larger and lasted longer than usual. At that moment, I realized I had a “cuckold fetish” I enjoyed seeing my beloved woman taken by another man. I thought I would never be such a person, but I understood then that I liked wearing the “green hat.”
I never told anyone, not even my wife, fearing ridicule. From then on, whenever Feng Tianhao visited, I felt excited, for he would always have me watch as he fucked my wife. Especially since he “protected” the manor, I began to feel grateful to him.
My “gratitude” lasted about a year, until my daughter was forcibly married to Feng Tianhao’s son, Feng Jinghui. My daughter already had someone she loved, but I had to agree, or the manor would be destroyed.
After that, I hated Feng Tianhao, for he made my daughter suffer. Once, visiting the Righteous Manor, I found him raping my drugged daughter, which made me hate him even more, forgetting my cuckold fetish. But I could do nothing, being powerless, forced to watch my wife and daughter abused.
After my daughter’s marriage, Feng Tianhao visited more often, and the manor even built him a special courtyard. Each time he came, my wife would accompany him, and I could only serve them with hatred in my heart. Seeing him fuck my wife, I wanted to kill him, but he never cared, seeing me as a useless cripple.
After my daughter’s marriage, Feng Jinghui also visited often. About six months later, he discovered my wife’s affair with Feng Tianhao, and excitedly raped her his own mother-in-law. I did not hate him, for he treated my daughter well and did not know his wife was raped by her father. The first time I saw him fuck my wife, I felt that cuckolded pleasure again.
Six months later, my son also married. Since I could no longer practice the Haoran Sword Technique, I did not teach it to him, but sent him to Mount Hua. He did not progress quickly and seldom returned home.
I thought my life would continue like this, as a cowardly transmigrant, but I was wrong. Three days ago, I set out to visit my pregnant daughter and son, but was ambushed by the Four Great Bandits, the most brutal outlaws, who coveted the 200,000 taels of silver I was delivering to the Righteous Manor. At the inn, they drugged our food, rendering us helpless. They feared me, not knowing any one of them could have killed us.
Fighting as we retreated, I, though without internal power, had superb sword skills and inflicted heavy losses. When only I was left, cornered at a cliff, the bandits rejoiced at their success, unaware that the drug was wasted on me. As their leader, Wei Jinge, moved in for the kill, I chose to jump off the cliff, hoping the “martial hero’s law” would save me.
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When I awoke, I saw the immortal who brought me to this world. The pain told me it was real, and the jewel-encrusted cave excited me, reminding me of stories where heroes meet recluses.
“Don’t speak yet. Listen to me first, then decide what to do,” the immortal said calmly.
He explained that though the manor was righteous, many underlings committed evil, and my father ignored their crimes, causing the manor to accrue much karmic debt. Even after my father’s death, the debt remained. My twenty years of endurance and recent humiliation had repaid the debt, and I could now begin my journey in the martial world. While I was unconscious, the immortal healed my dantian.
He then placed several manuals and elixirs on the table, telling me I had two choices: become a traditional hero with many wives, but lose my wife to suicide; or stay with my current wife, but wear the “green hat” for life.
Thinking of my wife’s sacrifices and pleasure under Feng Tianhao and Feng Jinghui, I chose the second path, facing my true desires.
The immortal laughed, pleased, and gave me two manuals. The first, “Divine Sword and Blade Skills,” surprised me with its first technique, “Endless Blades,” from a comic I’d read in my previous life. Mastering the three divine skills would make me invincible.
The second manual, “Qiankun Wuji Gong,” was more than martial arts it was a path to immortality, but with a side effect: my penis would shrink until I mastered it. After consideration, I decided to practice it, as my wife would not abandon me, and I could openly find men for her.
The immortal laughed, then gave me another manual for my wife, saying it would help us rule the martial world peacefully. Seeing its title, “Heavenly Immortal Ecstasy Technique,” my penis throbbed with excitement. I had read about this evil art in comics it allowed women to absorb men’s energy and even control weak-minded men, but required frequent sex. Most men would never let their wives practice it, but the thought of my chaste wife doing so thrilled me.
He also gave us two pills to help us master the arts quickly. Under his guidance, I mastered the sixth level of “Qiankun Wuji Gong” in less than a month, making me as powerful as anyone in the world. At the seventh level, my energy would transform; at the eighth, I’d become half-immortal and regain my size; at the ninth, I’d face heavenly tribulation.
I could also use the sword and blade skills, though not the three divine ones yet. Now, I could rival Feng Tianhao, with few hidden masters able to defeat me.
A month later, I could finally leave the cave.
“Thank you, immortal, for your guidance this month. I will become a righteous hero, bringing peace and joy to the martial world!” I said respectfully before leaving.
“You silly boy, after a month you still call me immortal?” he said, displeased.
Startled, I quickly knelt. “Thank you, master!” Only a fool would not take such a master.
“Good! I have linked your spirit to the cave; you can summon anything inside with a thought,” he said, smiling.
“Master, what is your name and title? I want to build a temple for you!” I said flatteringly.
“No need for a temple. As for my name… Long Tianxiang! Remember, do not unite the martial world before mastering the divine skills and becoming half-immortal.” With that, he vanished in a puff of smoke.
After bowing three times in his direction, I left the cave. Looking back, I saw only a sheer cliff, no entrance, though I could sense the cave at any time. With a thought, three manuals appeared in my hand: “Flying Phoenix Kick,” “Cloud-Piercing Palm,” and “Star-Plucking Finger” gifts for my wife.
