A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

The dim, flickering light from the tungsten filament lamp cast inconspicuous shadows in the bedroom on the second floor of the Heyimen Martial Arts School.

The room contains a set of huanghuali wood table and chairs, all antiques from the Qing Dynasty. The wood grain is etched with the marks of time, exuding a somber and ancient charm.

Dan Ying lay quietly on the bed, her plain white undergarment already wrinkled from cold sweat.

She possessed the classic beauty of a woman, and her daily demeanor was that of a demure and dignified lady from a prominent family, yet her every move carried the imposing and heroic air of the deputy leader of the He Yi Sect.

But at this moment, this renowned heroine in the martial arts world was as if all her bones had been removed, slumped in the brocade quilt, her usually proud head bowed, her eyes red-rimmed, and that pride etched into her bones was shattering into dust inch by inch.

What alarmed her even more was that the rules and etiquette that had bound her for so many years had quietly cracked open under the weight of shame and pain.

A rebellious streak, never before seen, sprouted like wild grass, growing wildly in her traditional and conservative heart.

It was a thrill of touching taboos, tinged with a secret excitement, stirring up her heart.

Feng Yuxiu sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were large and rough, and the calluses on his palms were marks left by years of practicing boxing, carrying the scorching heat unique to martial artists.

When that hand inadvertently brushed against Shan Ying's skin, it felt as if she were being gently caressed by withered autumn leaves, or as if she had suddenly broken out in a fine rash. The itch seeped from her skin into her bones, and just when it was most unbearable, this perfectly timed touch gently scratched her, causing a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Tell me, do you want me to treat you?" Feng Yuxiu leaned down slightly, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of amusement.

He had just finished eating two beef patties that morning, and as he spoke, the breath that escaped his mouth was still mixed with the aroma of the patties and the smell of meat. It brushed past Shan Ying's ear, startling her so much that she trembled all over, and the pain in her back suddenly intensified.

"I...I..." Shan Ying bit her lower lip, her lips almost bleeding.

She had been a member of the He Yi Sect since she was a child, practicing martial arts for decades. With her superb skills, she rose to the position of vice sect leader. The men she had met were either fellow disciples or fellow martial artists. She had never been in such close contact with a man before, let alone in such a disheveled state.

A wave of shame washed over me, but it was suppressed by the excruciating pain in my back.

These past few days, the pain has intensified in the dead of night, keeping her tossing and turning and unable to sleep, her bedding soaked with cold sweat.

She simply couldn't understand what kind of technique Feng Yuxiu used that day. Could it be that his palm was coated with some kind of strange poison?
"Please... help me..."

When those words were squeezed out between her teeth, Shan Ying felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and she collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon.

Her self-respect, her arrogance as the deputy sect leader, and her strong-willed nature as a martial arts master all crumbled and shattered beyond repair with that tearful plea.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

He reached out and slowly lifted the brocade quilt covering Shan Ying, revealing her healthy, wheat-colored skin.

Her years of martial arts training have given her a flexible and upright figure, completely devoid of the delicate air of an ordinary woman.

As if burned, Shan Ying instinctively raised her hand to protect herself, her shoulders hunching slightly. Her eyes, usually clear and cold like autumn water, were now filled with panic and embarrassment.

"Hmm?" Feng Yuxiu's voice suddenly turned cold.

He suddenly stood up, took three steps back, and calmly looked at Shan Ying. There was no intimacy in his eyes, only a clear and open mind. "Let go. You begged me to treat you. If you have even the slightest unwillingness in your heart, even the slightest resistance, I will turn around and leave now and will not bother you."

He paused, then said firmly, "I never force women."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation and strode toward the door without the slightest hesitation.

Dan Ying was so shocked that her pupils contracted sharply, and she even stopped breathing for a moment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out to him, but found her throat so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

"You...you...stop right there!"

Finally, her hoarse scream broke through her throat, but Feng Yuxiu's steps did not stop for a moment. He pushed open the door and then gently closed it, leaving only silence in the room.

The next second, the pain in her back erupted like a flash flood, the sharp pain spreading along her spine to her limbs and bones, making Shan Ying's vision go black. She suddenly lay down on the bed, biting the corner of the brocade quilt tightly, tears rolling down uncontrollably, soaking a piece of the brocade.

"It hurts so much...it really hurts so much..." Her sobs were muffled by the blankets.

"Please, come back... come back and help me... I'm in so much pain..."

"Woooooooo..."

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As night deepens, neon lights flash on the streets of West Kowloon, and traffic flows in, creating a vibrant and bustling scene.

Feng Yuxiu walked slowly along the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, his leather shoes making a crisp sound as they trod on the asphalt.

He gazed at the flashing signs on the street, his smile deepening.

To deal with a woman like Shan Ying, you have to take it slow.

In his previous life, he was a martial arts fanatic, single-mindedly devoted to martial arts, wishing he could challenge all the masters in the world. But that doesn’t mean he was an unromantic idiot.

He knew exactly what women were like.

Before reaching the level of a grandmaster, he always kept his distance from matters of love and sex.

In this lifetime, I only had one or two brief encounters with Li Xuanxuan. As for Mao Xiaofei, I played with her a few times but didn't actually exhaust myself.

However, the women in these courtyards did indeed have soft, delicate bodies, just like cotton, making one feel lost in them.

Those who practice martial arts emphasize the unity of essence, energy, and spirit.

If one indulges in excessive sexual activity before reaching the level of a grandmaster, depleting the precious essence that one has painstakingly accumulated, then one's martial arts cultivation will reach its limit in this lifetime, with no possibility of further progress.

Wang Zhe is the best example.

That guy was originally a top-notch martial artist, but he became addicted to women and spent his days indulging in pleasures, emptying his body of energy. In the end, he ended up at the bottom among all the masters.

That's why Feng Yuxiu killed him with unbelievable ease.

However, once one reaches the Grandmaster level, this concern disappears.

Grandmasters possess a self-circulating internal energy that strengthens their foundation and nourishes their vital essence. Even when they engage in leisure activities, their energy can circulate spontaneously, locking in their essence without harming their fundamental nature.

However, above the Grandmaster level, there is the Great Grandmaster level.

Feng Yuxiu scratched his head, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had lived two lifetimes and had never heard of anyone reaching that legendary realm, let alone witnessed it with his own eyes.

What kind of scene was it? He racked his brains but couldn't imagine it.

Fortunately, after becoming a grandmaster, he was finally able to unleash the full essence of the Ape Strike Technique without restraint.

As for the so-called "Nine Dragons United," he didn't really care about it, except for the time he barely used it at Bruce Manor.

He has yet to figure out even a fraction of how this skill is effective against enemies.

Without stopping, Feng Yuxiu was thinking that now that he had arrived in Hong Kong, he could try to find Peng Qianwu's whereabouts.

That old guy must know the effects of the Nine Dragons Combination technique.

On the street, yellow taxis sped by one after another, their wheels splashing water as they rolled over the pavement.

Early risers in Hong Kong hurry along, each carrying a steaming cup of coffee, sipping it slowly as they head towards their offices. The aroma of char siu bao and milk tea already wafts from the tea restaurants along the street.

Feng Yuxiu turned left and right, winding his way into a narrow alley. At the end of the alley was a small shop with a sign that read "Wang Family Fish Shop".

He stopped and knocked on the worn wooden door. "Who is it? It's so early in the morning, can't a man get some sleep?" came an impatient shout from inside, accompanied by the sound of slippers shuffling along.

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything, but raised his hand and knocked three more times.

The footsteps inside the door suddenly stopped, and after about two seconds, they quickened again, with a hint of surprise, and rushed toward the door.

The wooden door was pulled open a crack, and Wang Bo peeked out, his eyes full of vigilance.

He was holding a fish-killing knife in his right hand; the pause just now must have been when he reached for the knife.

After all, the couple had just arrived in Hong Kong and didn't know anyone there. Who would be looking for him in such a hurry so early in the morning?
When he saw who was standing outside the door, his pupils dilated suddenly, and the impatience on his face was instantly replaced by ecstasy. His mouth opened so wide that an egg could fit inside.

"Oh... my savior!" Wang Bo's voice trembled as he frantically opened the door and shouted back into the room, "Wife! Come out quickly! Look who's here! It's our savior!"

"What are you yelling about!" came Wang Li's complaint from the inner room, her voice hoarse from just waking up. "I just got the child to sleep, do you want to wake her up?"

"What are you sleeping for! Get up now! Our benefactor has arrived! Nothing is more important than this!" Wang Bo raised his voice even higher.

The sounds from the inner room stopped abruptly, followed by a rustling noise and a flurry of footsteps.

A short while later, Wang Li came out wearing a floral nightgown, pink slippers, and messy hair.

When she saw Feng Yuxiu standing at the door, the sleepiness on her face vanished instantly, replaced by surprise and excitement.

"My benefactor! What brings you here!" She rushed forward, disregarding the difference between men and women, and gave Feng Yuxiu a big hug.

Feng Yuxiu was taken aback by her hug, then gave a wry smile and glanced at Wang Bo standing to the side.

Wang Bo chuckled foolishly, rubbing his hands together, his face full of a simple and honest smile, showing no trace of the once notorious fraudster he once was.

Just then, a loud, clear, and tender cry of a baby suddenly came from the inner room.

Wang Li's body stiffened for a moment, and she quickly let go of her hand: "Um... please don't be offended, my benefactor. My daughter is only eight months old and is very delicate. She can be woken up by the slightest noise."

"It's alright." Feng Yuxiu waved his hand, his tone calm. "Children can't be separated from adults. You should go in and comfort her, don't let her cry herself hoarse."

"Okay!" Wang Li responded loudly, then gave Feng Yuxiu a grateful smile. "Please sit down, my benefactor. I'll come and talk to you after I've put the child to sleep!"

After saying that, she hurriedly turned around and quickly went into the inner room.

Wang Bo then realized what had happened, slapped his forehead, and hurriedly ran to the living room to quickly pick up the socks and slippers scattered all over the floor.

"Please sit down, my benefactor! Please sit down!" He greeted us warmly as he wiped the dusty wooden stool, his smile never fading.

Feng Yuxiu sat down as instructed, his gaze sweeping over the cramped little house.

The room was small, furnished with a worn-out sofa and a small wooden table. There were also a few cartoon stickers of babies on the walls, and several plastic buckets filled with fish were piled up in the corner. A faint fishy smell permeated the air.

He remembered that when they arranged for someone to send Wang Bo and his wife to Hong Kong, they gave them some money to keep them safe.

However, land in Hong Kong is extremely valuable, and this amount of money is probably only enough to barely make ends meet.

Moreover, it has been less than ten years since the handover, and the people here still harbor some resentment towards outsiders from the mainland.

"Please sit down, please sit down. This room is messy, please don't mind." After wiping the stool, Wang Bo hurried to pour water, looking uneasy.

Feng Yuxiu raised an eyebrow as he watched him bustling around: "Now that the baby is born, you two should tidy up the house. The baby is weak and needs a clean environment."

Wang Bo paused, scratched his head, and said with a hint of helplessness, "My benefactor, you don't know this, but we run this fish shop and we have to go to get supplies before dawn every day. We're busy until the middle of the night before we can rest. We really don't have time to clean up. Besides, we deal with fish every day, and our clothes and hands are always covered in fishy smells. We can't wash them clean."

Feng Yuxiu picked up the freshly poured water, took a sip, looked up at him, and asked in a slightly indifferent tone, "How much money did we give you back then?"

Wang Bo was taken aback, his smile froze, and he was somewhat confused: "Benefactor, what do you mean by that?"

"I'm asking you, how much?" Feng Yuxiu put down his water glass, his tone becoming more serious as he spoke to Wang Bo.

Wang Bo felt flustered under his gaze and quickly confessed honestly, "About 100,000 Hong Kong dollars."

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes: "It seems the person who gave you the money didn't dare to embezzle it. One hundred thousand yuan, plus the savings you've accumulated, is enough to open a fish shop."

He knew very well that to open a decent fish shop in Hong Kong, you couldn't even get started without a minimum investment of HK$200,000.

Wang Bo scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment on his face: "My benefactor, you're joking. I've long since given up my life of crime. I wouldn't dare touch a single penny of that ill-gotten money again. The little savings I had before, if I pool them together, will be just enough to take over this shop."

He paused, then looked up at Feng Yuxiu with eager eyes, his tone full of anticipation: "My benefactor, when did you come to Hong Kong? My wife and I have been looking forward to seeing you every day since we arrived here!"

Wang Bo's words were not just polite talk.

Back then, he and Wang Li committed a crime and were doomed to die. It was Feng Yuxiu's words that saved their lives and brought them to Hong Kong, giving them a way out.

In their hometown, the village chief was considered a very important person, and someone like Feng Yuxiu, who could change their fate with a flick of his finger, was practically a living god.

If they hadn't met Feng Yuxiu, they would probably have rotted in prison for the rest of their lives.

Feng Yuxiu stretched, his joints cracking. He glanced at Wang Bo, who was looking at him expectantly, and said casually, "It's nothing serious, I've just been a little tired lately, so I came to rest for a bit."

Wang Bo was stunned, and the expectation on his face instantly vanished.

He thought that Feng Yuxiu had come to give them some important task.

After all, how could someone like Feng Yuxiu come here for no reason, just to rest for a while? That's too simple, isn't it?
Feng Yuxiu had no time to care about his little schemes. He stood up, walked to the old sofa, lay down without any hesitation, and let out a long sigh: "I'm going to sleep for a while, don't bother me."

During this period, he traveled from the United States all the way to Hong Kong, working non-stop for so long that even a master's body is starting to wear down.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have died from exhaustion long ago.

Upon seeing this, Wang Bo immediately held his breath and dared not make a sound.

He tiptoed to the bedroom door and gestured for Wang Li to be quiet inside.

Before long, Wang Li, carrying her sleeping daughter, tiptoed out. The couple quietly retreated to the backyard of the fish shop, afraid of disturbing the people on the sofa.

On the sofa, Feng Yuxiu had his eyes closed, but his mind was far from idle.

We can't go to Hung Hing for the time being.

With Hung Yip's death, the balance between gangs has been completely broken. Hung Hing is now the target of everyone's hatred, and joining them at this time would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

As for the other two gangs, Zhongyi Xin and Lianhe Sheng, Feng Yuxiu had absolutely no interest in them.

The loyal and trustworthy Lian Liaolong had a swordsman under his command named Luo Tianhong.

However, in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, that little bit of skill was not worth mentioning at all.

In Hong Kong's martial arts world, when it comes to swordsmanship, who can compare to Hung Yip? Lok Tin-hung? They're far inferior.

Forget it, I'll stop thinking about these worries for now.

A faint smile appeared on Feng Yuxiu's lips.

Tomorrow, I still need to go to Heyimen to treat that stubborn but soft-hearted girl's injuries.

And Xiahou Wu.

Xiahou Wu must die, no matter what means are used. (End of Chapter)