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🕑 Added 2025-06-26 01:45:22 +0000 UTCHeroic Chivalry: The Green Legend – Chapter Two
On the mountainside of a not-so-tall hill outside Qiushui City sat a courtyard. Though not small, it was far less grand than the lavish mansions of the wealthy. Still, for the few people living there, it was spacious, with many rooms left unused.
This courtyard was famous in the small city, and even among the martial world. Though its renown could not compare to the likes of Heroic Chivalry Manor or Righteous Manor, it was the most famous place in the area, for two top-tier martial artists lived there. In the martial world, people called this place the “Qiushui Sword Sect.”
The Qiushui Sword Sect took its name from nearby Qiushui City, but in recent years, people remembered the city because of the sect. The sect was founded less than twenty years ago and had only five members: the master Miao Yuyan, her husband Jiang Chong, and their three disciples. If not for Miao Yuyan and Jiang Chong being top experts, no one in the martial world would remember such a small sect. But any sect, no matter how small, with two top-tier experts, would be remembered.
For over a decade, the people of Qiushui City had taken pride in the Qiushui Sword Sect, for the sect not only made their city famous but brought safety as well. There had once been several groups of bandits around the city, but after Miao Yuyan and Jiang Chong arrived, all were wiped out. Not only the bandits, but even the previous city lord who oppressed the people was killed by their swords. The new city lord kept a low profile and set taxes very low, so the people lived well. For this, the people did not thank the city lord, but the Qiushui Sword Sect and Master Miao.
The sect’s members were beloved in the city. When they went to town to buy things, the townsfolk always gave them goods for free. If they tried to pay, people would beg them to take the money back, for anyone who took money from the sect would be scolded by all.
The Qiushui Sword Sect had three disciples. The eldest, Mei Ruoxue, was steady and beautiful, her skin as white as snow, and twenty-one years old. Many men in the city secretly loved her, and if not for the gap in status and ability, there would be many suitors.
The second disciple, Zhao Tianling, was also a woman, lively, cute, innocent, and kind. Though eighteen, she was still like a child, naïve and unguarded. If not for the kindness of the city’s people, she would have been taken advantage of many times.
Both female disciples were very beautiful. Mei Ruoxue was mature and steady, like a big sister next door, while Zhao Tianling was like a wild child, except when in front of Miao Yuyan or Mei Ruoxue.
The third disciple was a boy the youngest at seventeen, named Zhou Xuancong. Like his name, he was very clever. Though the youngest, his talent made him the most skilled in martial arts among the three.
Zhou Xuancong was not only clever but very handsome. Though not yet mature, his looks made many young women in the city fall for him. Over the past two years, many girls tried to get close to him, some even offering themselves to him. Zhou Xuancong, upright as he was, always gently dressed them and sent them home. Some jealous men spread rumors that, though handsome and skilled, Zhou Xuancong was impotent otherwise, why would he not take advantage of such opportunities?
The two beautiful female disciples were very angry at these rumors, for they knew Zhou Xuancong was more than capable. Though they had never experienced it, they had seen him bathe. The last time they all bathed together, when Zhou Xuancong was eleven, his penis became erect for the first time already six inches long. After that, Miao Yuyan forbade them from bathing together.
Miao Yuyan and Jiang Chong knew why Zhou Xuancong rejected the other girls: he liked his two senior sisters. Since he learned about sex, his gaze lingered on them, and as their masters, Miao Yuyan and Jiang Chong were well aware. They were happy about it, for Zhou Xuancong was a good child.
Because Jiang Chong had been poisoned in his youth, though he could perform sexually, he was infertile, so the couple raised their three disciples as their own children. If the three could marry, they would be delighted. Yet Mei Ruoxue and Zhao Tianling both refused Zhou Xuancong not because they disliked him, but because each wanted the other to be his main wife, and herself the concubine. By tradition, only one could be the main wife, and both wished the other to have that honor.
Thus, Zhou Xuancong received no answer from his two beloved senior sisters. Every day, he could only sigh as he gazed at them, his large penis longing for their warmth, but forced to wait. If things continued, nothing would change for years until today, when, under siege by powerful enemies, they faced their final moments. If they did not confess now, there might never be another chance.
Standing guard on the narrow mountain path, Zhou Xuancong and his sisters watched the many enemies before them though they had killed many, more kept coming. The attackers claimed their masters were dead, but the disciples refused to believe it. How could their masters, who raised them like their own children, be dead? Yet, deep down, another voice whispered: “If the masters weren’t dead, these people wouldn’t dare attack.”
Blade and swords flashed again, and three more enemies fell, but each time, their inner energy waned. All three bore wounds, not yet serious, but they knew that as their strength faded, the wounds would worsen. None feared death, but they dreaded their masters returning to find their bodies. Even more, they feared the sect’s destruction.
“Senior sisters! You two go, I’ll hold them off!” Zhou Xuancong shouted.
“Never! If anyone leaves, you take Ling’er and go!” Mei Ruoxue cried. She loved her junior brother and doted on her junior sister, and would never let them die if anyone must die, it should be her.
Zhou Xuancong grew anxious. He knew the longer they delayed, the slimmer their chance to escape. If his beautiful senior sisters fell into enemy hands, they would not die, but suffer fates worse than death. The city lord’s lecherous gaze had long betrayed his desire for them.
“Please, senior sisters, go! I don’t want anything to happen to you. If you’re gone, what’s the point of my life?” Zhou Xuancong pleaded.
“Junior brother! We don’t want anything to happen to you either! Without you, there’s no point in living!” Zhao Tianling said, her eyes full of love as she stabbed another enemy.
Their eyes told Zhou Xuancong they would never abandon him. As the enemy’s attack paused, he looked at their determined faces, took a deep breath, and said, “Senior sisters, without you, life is meaningless. You don’t want to live alone, either so today, let’s fight to the end! In the afterlife, we’ll reunite with our masters.”
The two beauties nodded firmly. Having chosen to live and die together, Zhou Xuancong decided to finally confess: “Senior sisters, I have something I’ve always wanted to say. I… love you! I truly wish you could be my wives. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t give up either of you.”
His words filled the two women with secret joy. Almost at once, they replied, “We love you too, junior brother!” Then, after exchanging a glance, they added, “If there’s a next life, we hope to be your wives.”
Just then, the enemy attacked again, led by the city lord and his son.
“Hahaha… Little beauties! You won’t get to be his wives in the next life. After I’m done with you, you’ll be my son’s concubines! Get them!” the city lord ordered with a lecherous grin.
At his command, soldiers and hired thugs charged. Already wounded and exhausted, the three disciples quickly fell back toward the courtyard.
The city lord was ecstatic, imagining the two beauties moaning beneath him. He also regretted that Miao Yuyan was dead though not young, her deep cultivation gave her a mature allure that younger women lacked, making her even more irresistible. Whenever he slept with his concubines or visited brothels, he fantasized about Miao Yuyan. He was not alone; all the city’s powerful men did the same.
Yesterday, when the demonic sect told him they had ambushed Miao Yuyan and her husband, he was both relieved and regretful he would never have her. That morning, he had summoned all the city’s people to the square under the pretext of a government decree, so they would not interfere. Most had been drugged and were asleep. When they awoke, Qiushui City would be his, and the Qiushui Sword Sect would be gone.
Since being appointed city lord by King Chu, he had lived in the sect’s shadow, but now he could finally breathe freely. All thanks to King Chu’s secret alliance with the demonic sect something he only learned of during this crisis. With this knowledge, he expected to rise quickly in King Chu’s favor.
“My bright future begins with the fall of the Qiushui Sword Sect!” he thought. Just then, he saw Zhou Xuancong wounded again and, growing impatient, signaled his burly son to join the fight. The city lord knew his son’s skill almost first-rate in the martial world. If he performed well, he might even become a top-tier expert.
As his son charged Zhou Xuancong, the city lord smiled, picturing Zhou’s head flying and the beauties begging beneath him. But at that moment, a low shout startled him.
“Endless Swords!”
With those words, a miraculous scene unfolded: over a hundred sword energies flashed out, piercing the attackers around the three disciples, who fell one after another. The city lord’s son was hit by a dozen sword energies and, though he tried to resist, fell like the rest.
Before the city lord could react, two figures landed beside Zhou Xuancong and his sisters a man and a woman. As the woman landed, her plain gray skirt flipped up, revealing her bare, shapely hips. The city lord instantly recognized her Miao Yuyan, whom he thought dead.
Seeing her, the three disciples finally relaxed and collapsed to the ground. Zhao Tianling choked out, “Master… you’re back! Are you really all right?”
Seeing their wounds and tears, Sister Yuyan knelt and embraced them. Her skirt, torn, revealed her long legs and even a glimpse of her sex.
“Wife, how should we deal with these people?” I asked Sister Yuyan with a smile.
“Kill them!” she replied without hesitation, her voice full of hatred.
At her command, I turned to the city lord and his hundred or so remaining men. “You trash don’t deserve to see this move, but… for my wife’s happiness, I’ll show you!” With that, I unleashed my ultimate move a myriad of sword lights.
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!”
Facing the sword lights, the city lord’s men made no attempt to resist, knowing it was futile. As the sword energy faded, their bodies, riddled with holes, fell silently. Their last thought was: Who is this man?
When I turned back to Sister Yuyan, I saw Zhou Xuancong sneaking a look at her private parts. Her knee pressed against his thigh, and when she noticed his arousal, she stood up, shot him a glare, and said, “Don’t just stand there let’s go inside!”
Embarrassed, Zhou Xuancong scratched his head and followed. Zhao Tianling noticed nothing, but Mei Ruoxue did and pinched Zhou hard. He could only endure it, though I thought he deserved a reward for his interest in his beautiful master.
Inside, Sister Yuyan changed into more conservative clothes, which I found unsatisfactory. I resolved to make her dress more attractively in the future, even if not revealing.
When we entered the main hall, four people were waiting: the three disciples and an elderly man with graying hair and beard. When Sister Yuyan and I entered, their gazes were complicated. After the excitement, they recalled how I had called Sister Yuyan “wife,” and braced themselves for the worst.
“Xiao Yan, my son… what happened to him?” the old man asked, voice trembling.
I realized he was Jiang Chong’s father. Sister Yuyan’s eyes reddened as she knelt and wept, “Father-in-law, my husband… died protecting me.”
Though prepared, the old man nearly fainted. I quickly steadied him and used my energy to regulate his breathing, soon restoring his strength. He was over seventy but had practiced health exercises, so was still robust. I infused him with internal energy, ensuring even better health he could easily live to a hundred, or longer with some of my cave’s elixirs.
“Don’t worry, Uncle. Brother Jiang isn’t truly gone he has a chance to live again,” I said gently.
My words stunned him, and the three disciples, pale from the news, stared at me in shock.
“Who… are you?” the old man asked warily.
How could I explain? The man who slept with your daughter-in-law? The one who will father your son’s reincarnation? As I pondered, Sister Yuyan awkwardly said, “Father-in-law, let me explain.”
She recounted how, half a month ago, she and Jiang Chong attended a martial hero’s wedding, and on their way back encountered suspicious people remnants of the demonic sect, digging up a master’s grave. They stole the sect’s most prized possession, the “Samsara Sutra,” and were pursued. While hiding, they mastered the first level of the Sutra, which required over thirty years of internal energy and top-tier skill easy for them. They were pursued until they met me.
She then explained how Jiang Chong’s soul now resided in her, and that she had decided to bear his reincarnation with me. Hearing this, Jiang Chong’s father, Jiang Feng, was resigned, and the disciples’ feelings were complicated. None doubted her story, for they trusted her completely. Jiang Feng left the hall in dejection, and as he walked away, Sister Yuyan’s eyes were conflicted, but she soon turned to her disciples.
After Jiang Feng left, Sister Yuyan and I sat at the head of the hall. The disciples called me “Master’s husband” with complicated expressions. I knew they needed time to adjust, but they had accepted it, for it was Sister Yuyan’s choice, and they deeply respected her.
Their wounds were not fatal and had stopped bleeding, but Sister Yuyan was still distressed. She called them over and gently caressed their wounds, her motherly gaze moving them deeply. Zhou Xuancong blushed, for his face was pressed against her breast. She did not mind, only sighing that he had grown up.
As the master and her disciples, bound by mother-child affection, embraced, Sister Yuyan softly said, “You three should marry soon.” The two girls blushed and nodded, while Zhou Xuancong happily thanked her.
Afterward, I gave them healing pills, and their wounds healed before their eyes. Seeing this, they were amazed. With only superficial wounds, they soon recovered, and the girls’ torn clothes revealed their fair, tempting skin.
Though their wounds healed, their energy was not restored, so Sister Yuyan sent them to rest. She herself was not well, so I joined her in her room to help her recover.
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Heavy breathing echoed in the Qiushui Sword Sect’s master bedroom as I moved atop Sister Yuyan. Her face was flushed, her eyes full of unfulfilled desire. Though I thrust inside her, my penis was too small for her to feel anything. My movements could not satisfy her, only make her more desperate.
In less than fifteen minutes, I had ejaculated inside her three times. With each spurt, her body craved a real man’s penetration even more. I thought she must regret being with me, for to her, being with me was torture.
Having grown used to Jiang Chong’s enormous penis, she desperately needed a real man to satisfy her. Though disappointed, she showed nothing on her face. Having chosen me, she had decided to be a good wife.
Listening to her hungry moans, I was excited. After a few more thrusts, I came inside her again a fourth time in just a quarter hour. Yet she had not climaxed once, only grown more desperate.
Seeing her desire and hearing her helpless moans, I could only sigh. I could not satisfy her my penis was too small.
After I finished, I looked at her apologetically and whispered, “Wife, are you suffering?”
She sighed and replied, “It’s fine. You sleep first.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’ll go wash in the spring on the mountaintop.”
I sighed, knowing she meant to cool herself down. She dressed in a dudou and thin veil and left. I thought, “If anyone saw her now, they’d want to rape her!”
At that moment, Sister Yuyan was extremely alluring her skin flushed with desire, my semen still leaking from her, her mature, sexy body clad only in a tiny red dudou that barely covered her. The white veil revealed almost everything, and her cold expression made her all the more tempting.
Seeing her back, I swallowed hard, wishing I could love her properly. After she left, I lay in bed, feeling sorry for her. Such a beautiful, kind, and chaste woman deserved to enjoy sexual pleasure, but with me, she could only endure.
I never told her that my semen, after practicing Qiankun Wuji Gong, increased a woman’s desire and sensitivity. Combined with my small penis… being cuckolded was inevitable. When my master told me this, I secretly thought it should be called “Green Hat Wuji Gong.”
Once I heard her footsteps fade, I used my lightness skill to follow. During the day, the look she gave Jiang Feng made me feel a shameful anticipation.
In the cold night, Sister Yuyan struggled to suppress her desire. Her feelings were complicated her husband had just died, yet she opened her legs to another man. Though he was excellent and treated her well, and she felt comfortable with him, he had one fatal flaw: his penis was small almost as if he had none.
Compared to her husband, who made her climax many times each session, her new man was like an impotent. This only made her miss her husband more. She worried if her husband was reborn with a small penis like his father, what then? Each time she thought of it, she felt unsatisfied.
When she saw her father-in-law during the day, a thought arose: If she bore her new husband’s child, Jiang’s bloodline would end. But if she bore Jiang’s bloodline again… She stopped herself, scolding herself for being shameless. But another voice said, “It’s for the Jiang family’s sake. If your new husband is also Jiang’s child, the bloodline continues.”
These two voices battled all afternoon. The night breeze cooled her skin, but not her desire. She hurried to the cold spring, hoping it would calm her.
The mountain night was beautiful, but she could not enjoy it. Her desire only grew. Eager to reach the spring, she did not notice the faint firelight at the top. When she arrived, clad only in a dudou and veil, she was stunned to see someone staring at her half-naked body it was her father-in-law, Jiang Feng.
By the spring, Jiang Feng was burning paper money for his son. Though Jiang Chong’s soul remained, when reborn, he would not be of Jiang blood. So, that afternoon, Jiang Feng bought paper money and came to his son’s favorite spot to burn it. As he mourned, he heard footsteps. Turning, he saw his daughter-in-law, soon to be another man’s wife, half-naked before him.
At first, Sister Yuyan was surprised and shy, remembering her attire. But her embarrassment faded when she saw the paper money and spirit tablet. She understood his pain and her own dilemma, and in that moment, made her decision. She approached him.
“Father-in-law, let me burn some for my husband too,” she said, kneeling beside him and adding paper to the fire.
Jiang Feng was stunned by her beauty. He had never seen a more alluring woman. He remembered the night of her wedding, when he and his late wife listened outside their room, her moans fueling his fantasies for years. Each morning, he dreamed of her body.
Though he always felt guilty, he could not help himself. Now, for the first time, he saw her half-naked up close. The red dudou barely covered her breasts, her cleavage and curves exposed, her nipples erect. The veil revealed her white skin, slender arms, smooth back, shapely hips, and long legs perfect and alluring. Her fifty-year-old body was as tempting as a thirty-year-old’s. He barely restrained himself from reaching out.
As he admired her, he caught the scent of semen he knew it well. Realizing its source, he regretted that such beauty had already been enjoyed by another.
Sister Yuyan felt his gaze so hot it shocked and aroused her. Having made her decision, she tested him, leaning forward each time she added paper, her hips raised naturally, not seductively, but enough to stir any man’s desire.
Though over seventy, Jiang Feng’s health was excellent, and with the energy I had given him at noon, his long-dormant manhood stood erect not just barely, but at its peak. He knew he could perform as well as any young man.
Sister Yuyan, watching him closely, heard his quickening breath and rising heat. She knew he was aroused. The scent of a man in heat made her body tremble with desire, but she knew this was not the time. She decided to give him time to think.
After adding a few more papers, she slowly stood, spreading her legs so he could see my semen still leaking from her, and, under his burning gaze, stated her decision.
“Father-in-law, I… hope my new husband will still be of Jiang blood. I know this betrays my new husband, but for the Jiang family’s sake, I must be a bad woman a woman who makes her husband raise another man’s child. Father-in-law, I want your answer tomorrow.” With that, she left. She dared not stay, for she knew if she did, neither could resist.
Hidden in the shadows, I was flushed with shame and excitement, just as I had been when my wife was first taken by Feng Tianhao. Though humiliated, I was perversely thrilled. I did not see Jiang Feng’s reaction, but I could guess.
Using my lightness skill, I returned to the bedroom before Sister Yuyan. When she returned, she found me “asleep.” Looking at me, her eyes were guilty, but soon turned resolute. Lying beside me, her hot body pressed close, she whispered, “Little brother, I know you’re a good man. What I’m doing wrongs you. In the next life… I’ll repay you with a lifetime.”
Her words made me happy, and I silently replied, “I don’t mind, I like it! One day, you’ll willingly call me husband, and let me and your other… no, your two other husbands love you together.”
