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Chapter 3 Part 1: Remnants and Reproach
After the battle at Mechanism City, almost half of the Mohist elite were killed either by poison or by Qin soldiers. In addition, years of accumulated resources could not be moved out of the city, leaving less than a tenth of the Mohist strength remaining.
The survivors scattered, escaping the city, but were quickly pursued by troops led by Meng Tian. They had no choice but to split into small groups and transfer each other from place to place. The once-mighty Mohist School wondered if it would ever reunite again.
Tianming, along with over ten people, disguised themselves as merchants, hiding by day and traveling by night, avoiding the pursuit of Qin soldiers.
The Mohist Juzi Yan Dan died, unexpectedly passing the position to Tianming in his final moments. The deeper meaning behind this act remained unexplained to Mohist disciples, who mainly felt dissatisfaction about it.
Looking back, every Juzi was a world-shaking hero, unmatched in strategy and martial arts. Even if there were no more top experts, Mohism shouldn't have ended up with a child as its leader.
With the dire situation, everyone grew anxious, craving a strong leader to lead them from this trough.
The Mohist heads tried their best to hold things together, but calls to depose Tianming only grew louder.
Tianming, young as he was, felt the growing coldness from his own people. Where his excitement at becoming Juzi once burned, now only gloom remained.
Had Sword Saint Ge Nie not been injured and forced to flee along with the Mohists, Tianming likely would have run away in frustration long ago.
Meanwhile, Xue Nu had been captured by Dark Qilin inside Mechanism City. As a courtesan, she was trained in serving men; her martial skill "Spring Water" was itself a palace technique, specialized for training female slaves.
After years of cultivation, being raped by Dark Qilin finally awakened the true power of her Spring Water technique a power that, until then, had remained dormant.
That technique traces back to ancient times, when the Mysterious Lady taught Emperor Huang a dual-cultivation practice so that he could ascend with the aid of three thousand women, supplementing his vigor and breaking mortal limits.
The skill faded, degraded to a palace art for training sex slaves.
But Xue Nu's fate matched the remnants left to her; after years of practice and adaptation, she was able to reconstruct much of the ancient art.
After being violated by the Dark Qilin, the influx of masculine energy transformed her internal art.
This change was beyond her control; only by coupling with men could the transformation complete. Thus, every night thereafter, she suffered torments of lust.
Although Shaoyu had coincidentally taken her body inside Mechanism City, he left her alone afterward, intimidated by her murderous mood.
The only man close to her, Xiao Gao, was kept at a distance, her heart kept firmly shut.
Strong-willed, she chose to endure rather than give in, thus hiding her change from everyone.
After several days on the run, the Mohists had nearly thrown off the pursuers. But then Tianming made a mistake, succumbing to hunger and roasting a wild chicken. The smoke gave away their location.
Having barely escaped the Qin's chase, resentment within the Mohist ranks boiled over cries for "a new Juzi" grew louder and louder. Trembling, Tianming stood among them, at a loss.
The five leaders now had to meet and discuss Tianming's dismissal.
Thus it is in life: when the man is gone, the tea goes cold. Juzi Yan Dan had been universally respected in life, but even his will couldn't last after death.
"Uncle, can we leave?" Tianming asked Ge Nie weakly. Their acquaintance barely spanned a month, yet Ge Nie had already become his pillar and guide.
"Tianming, is it because of the Mohists?"
"They all hate me. I don't want to be with them."
Ge Nie looked at the immature child. He wasn't a master at teaching, and didn't know how to comfort, but could only guide him as a swordsman would.
"Tianming, do you not want to be Juzi?"
"It was always theirs, not mine. I don't know why Juzi Yan Dan chose me. I was excited at first, but it's not worth it. I'll give it back if they want."
"What about Yue'er? Are you giving up on her too?"
"Yue'er… we can find another way to save her." He lowered his head, unable to continue.
Ge Nie stroked his head.
"Tianming, there are some things one cannot give up. The weak look for excuses to escape, always telling themselves it's too hard. But the strong never ask how hard it is; they only ask if they can give up. If not, then they pick up the sword to defend themselves either fall on the road, or keep moving forward."
"Tianming, do you want to be weak or strong?"
"Uncle, I won't be weak. I want to be strong like you, and protect Yue'er. She's waiting for me to save her, and I'll never give up."
"Tianming, Juzi passed the position to you because he believed in you and so do I."
Successfully defending his role, Tianming grew more determined, giving the Mohists some hope at least their Juzi wasn't as useless as he seemed.
Meanwhile, Duanmu Rong had fallen into Quicksand's hands, raped night after night by Lin'er. He became obsessed with her after tasting her body.
When she was young, Duanmu Rong dreamed of giving her best self to a great hero, letting him experience all her tenderness. Upon mastering medicine, she altered her body not only was her skin as soft as a child's, her lower region was delicate and inviting.
She used medicines to remove all hair, leaving her hole pink and tempting. Among men who knew women, none had seen such a wondrous sex.
Every evening, Lin'er fucked her for hours, driving her to moans. He once worried about damaging her, but discovered her body's resilience and sexual vigor.
Ordinary women can't endure such roughness, but Duanmu Rong could be assaulted for hours, never tiring, her fluids flowing endlessly and her hole always wet and receptive.
No matter how Lin'er abused her at night, she would wake at full strength the next day.
In truth, the only real injury Duanmu Rong suffered during the escape was being forced into sexual slavery serving the needs of her enemy.
Now, she fulfilled her role as a sex slave; hands and feet bound, naked, hanging from a tree.
Dark Qilin thrust his cock into her mouth, using her as a toy.
Meanwhile, Yin Bat, the vampire, bit and licked her asshole, ceaselessly tongue-fucking her wet pussy.
She knew her body's reactions were involuntary, yet was ashamed at how liberally she leaked fluids.
She hated the sensitivity of her own body.
"Mohist goddess of medicine truly special. This is the finest hole I've ever fucked," said Yin Bat. "The fluids are fragrant. I could drink them for a hundred years and never tire."
He forced his tongue deep into Duanmu Rong's pussy, drinking her sweet juices.
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