Martial Arts Crossover: Run Cries for Li Hanyi, Confronts Yan Lingji

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At the Beili Border, in the Hundred Li Flower Sea.

Gù Liúfēng clutched a half-hard piece of dry ration, his face a picture of gloom as he pushed through flower thickets taller than himself.

“This is the so-called Integrated Martial World? What a rip-off!”

He was an “unregistered resident.”

Three days ago, he, clothes and all, had “transmigrated” directly from modern society into this desolate wilderness.

There was no soul-fusion with inherited memories, no prominent family background.

To avoid freezing and starving to death, he reluctantly used the windproof lighter in his pocket to trade with a passing peddler for this coarse linen attire and a few pieces of dry ration.

It was also from the peddler’s mouth that Gù Liúfēng learned what kind of magnificent Integrated Martial World he had truly arrived in.

A world... a hodgepodge integrating the Jin-style, Huang-style, Gu-style, Youth Song, Qin’s Moon, Snow Striding, and other world lines!

“If I can’t get out of here, I’m going to be the first transmigrator to starve to death...”

Before his words finished, his steps abruptly halted.

The originally beautiful pink Flower Sea ahead now looked as if it had been ravaged by a storm. Not only were petals scattered into mud, but over a dozen corpses lay strewn across the ground.

Black robes, demon masks.

They were the bodies of Dark River assassins.

And in the center of the pile of corpses, a woman knelt.

The long sword in her hand was plunged into the mud, supporting her tottering body. Her iconic grey cloth mask had fallen aside, revealing a peerlessly beautiful face capable of eclipsing the heavens and earth.

But at this moment, that face held no cold detachment, only an unnatural flush.

“Snow Moon Sword Immortal... Lǐ Hányī?”

As a seasoned Wuxia fan, Gù Liúfēng recognized the woman’s sword at a glance—Iron Horse, Ice River.

As if hearing the movement, Lǐ Hányī abruptly looked up.

What kind of eyes were those?

Bloodshot, dazed, anxious, yet carrying a hunger that sought to devour. It was the Dark River’s most insidious aphrodisiac, “Thousand Strands Entanglement,” which not only sealed true qi but also burned away one’s reason.

“Run!”

Gù Liúfēng instinctively sensed danger.

The current Lǐ Hányī was not human; she was a beast that had lost its reason. He turned to flee. He was just a mortal. Even a severely wounded Sword Immortal would kill him as easily as crushing an ant.

“Save... save me...”

Lǐ Hányī’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of painful gasping.

But the next second, the plea for help turned into plunder.

Boom!

Gù Liúfēng felt his vision blur. An irresistible suction instantly gripped the back of his neck.

As the world spun, he was heavily pressed down into the thick flower thicket.

Countless petals flew, as if a pink rain was falling.

“What are you doing! Let go... Mmph!"

As Gù Liúfēng tried to struggle, his lips were sealed tightly by two hot, soft lips.

It wasn’t a kiss; it was a beast tearing at its prey, a sweet, bloody taste instantly spreading in his mouth.

Lǐ Hányī at this moment could no longer distinguish who was before her.

She only knew that the icy aura emanating from the man before her was her only antidote, her sole salvation in the scorching fires consuming her.

Rip—!

The coarse linen clothes he had just acquired were as fragile as paper under the Sword Immortal’s residual finger strength, instantly shredding into flying fragments.

Gù Liúfēng discovered in horror that he was utterly immobilized, suppressed by this terrifying power.

Lǐ Hányī straddled him, her long hair cascading. The hands that usually held a sword were now firmly clutching his shoulders.

The Flower Sea trembled.

Gù Liúfēng gave up resisting, or rather, he had completely succumbed to this ultimate aesthetic of violence.

………………

After an unknown period, the wind stopped, and the flowers fell.

The aphrodisiac’s effect in Lǐ Hányī’s body finally dissipated with the waves of release.

She collapsed exhaustedly onto Gù Liúfēng’s chest, falling unconscious, a tear of humiliation and complex emotion still lingering at the corner of her eye.

As for Gù Liúfēng, he felt his body completely hollowed out, without the strength to even move a finger.

Just then, a crisp, mechanical voice, like heavenly music, exploded in his mind.

Gù Liúfēng looked at Lǐ Hányī in his arms, disheveled and sleeping like a baby. Then he looked at the messy Flower Sea around them, feeling somewhat speechless.

“Transmigrated for three days, started by being forcibly slept with by a Sword Immortal?”