In the early years of the Great Xinmin Republic.
Shen City.
It was the dead of night. The darkness was as thick as ink, frighteningly black.
Inside a side wing room in a small courtyard beside Rongsheng Street.
The fragrance of camphor wood lingered, and the lamplight swayed.
Two silhouettes overlapped on the wall, separating and merging again and again.
After a long while.
Xu Zhenzhen’s fragrant shoulder was half exposed. A thin quilt covered her upper body, while her slender thighs appeared and disappeared beneath it.
She leaned against the bed, her face blooming like a peach blossom, her hair disheveled, and her body drenched in fragrant sweat.
Soft, broken gasps accompanied her, making her irresistibly alluring and sending anyone’s blood surging at the sight of her.
She gazed at the incomparably handsome man beside her, half enamored and half languid.
Sweat beaded Jiang Wangzu’s sturdy chest, while the orange-red lamplight made his eight-pack abs look even more captivating.
His fingertips wandered over the delicate skin of Xu Zhenzhen’s lower back.
“Did you get the Black Tiger Fist Manual I asked you to find?”
Xu Zhenzhen slapped Jiang Wangzu’s unruly hand away with her other hand, parting her lips to exhale a fragrant breath.
“You brute, you were as wild as a starving wolf, and only now have you remembered the important matter!”
“Why the hurry? I prepared it for you long ago. The thing you wanted... is right beneath the mattress.”
Jiang Wangzu reached beneath the mattress at the head of the bed and pulled out a thread-bound booklet with yellowed pages.
A sense of antiquity rushed toward him.
It was clearly an old object.
His eyes filled with hope as he opened the first page. The brushwork on the yellowed paper was delicate.
It depicted pairs of men and women with their clothes half removed, their intimate postures making the tips of one’s ears grow hot.
Yet the small annotations beside the illustrations described neither acupoints and meridians nor martial arts techniques.
They were all phrases such as “Spring Warmth in the Jade Tower” and “Begonia Receiving Dew.”
“An Erotic Art Album?”
Jiang Wangzu raised an eyebrow and rubbed his fingertip across the page, which rustled beneath his touch.
After flipping through several more pages, he turned to Xu Zhenzhen, bewilderment in his eyes.
“It was pitch-black when I stole it last night. How was I supposed to tell whether the booklet showed fist-and-foot stances or some other kind of stance...?”
Xu Zhenzhen stared at him for a moment, then gave him a coquettish sidelong glance and poked his broad chest with a scallion-white finger.
“You couldn’t tell in the dark?”
“If it was too dark to tell, then how could you distinguish between me and big brother?”
“Tell me!”
Jiang Wangzu, annoyed, grabbed her jade-like wrist. The veins in his neck throbbed beneath the lamplight.
“Hee hee hee!”
Amused by him, Xu Zhenzhen gave a flirtatious smile before burrowing into his arms.
Her warm breath brushed Jiang Wangzu’s neck, carrying a faint fragrance of cosmetics that made his heart itch.
She leaned close to his ear and said with a seductive smile, “Oh my, you brute, yours... is more impressive than his.”
“Oh, damn it!”
Jiang Wangzu clasped Xu Zhenzhen around the waist. His expression turned savage as he roared.
“You shameless slut! You really did have something going on with my Big Brother?!”
“Hahaha!”
Xu Zhenzhen laughed so hard that her whole body trembled. She reached out and patted his face, her fingertips cool against his skin.
“Are you confused?”
“Think carefully about who I am.”
Jiang Wangzu froze at her words, then let out a low laugh. The fury between his brows vanished, leaving only an intensely ambiguous atmosphere.
“That’s right!”
“I was a little confused!”
Jiang Wangzu bent down, the tip of his nose brushing against Xu Zhenzhen’s as their breaths mingled.
They could even feel each other’s heartbeat.
His voice lowered, and he continued with a hint of roguishness.
“Still, you have to keep helping me get that treasured Black Tiger Fist Manual of my big brother’s.”
“I’m the dignified tiger of the Cao Gang. I can’t make my way through the Jianghu relying solely on the mediocre Iron Crotch Technique, can I?”
“What’s wrong with the Iron Crotch Technique? I happen to like it!”
“That’s the real hard skill!”
“No one in all of Shen City can compare with you!”
Xu Zhenzhen said with a smile.
“Long hair, short wisdom. What do you, a woman, understand besides those trivial matters between the sheets?”
“These are chaotic times. Without powerful Martial Power to rely on, a low-level Ruffian in a Gang like me is nothing but a stray dog by the roadside—anyone can beat or kill me at will. So I have to become stronger.”
“Also, lend me another fifty silver dollars. I’ve spent too much energy on you lately, so I need to replenish myself!”
Jiang Wangzu rubbed his cheek against Xu Zhenzhen’s and spoke shamelessly.
“I think you’re short of money for Tonic Medicine because of all that Martial Arts Training lately, aren’t you?”
Xu Zhenzhen saw through Jiang Wangzu’s little scheme at a glance and let out a derisive laugh.
She reached beneath the pillow and took out a warm Silver Note scented with her body heat and cosmetics, then stuffed it into Jiang Wangzu’s hand. “Here’s one hundred. Use it sparingly.”
“Excellent!”
Jiang Wangzu’s eyes lit up. Clutching the hundred-yuan silver banknote, he planted a hard kiss on Xu Zhenzhen’s cheek.
Then he waved the Erotic Art Album in his hand, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile.
“It’s still early. Why don’t we practice the techniques in this together?”
Teased by him, Xu Zhenzhen’s face flushed. “Oh my, what if that fellow comes back?”
“What’s there to fear?”
Jiang Wangzu hugged Xu Zhenzhen tightly, feeling the heat of her body as he spoke.
“He’s spending tonight discussing the ideals of life with Little Peach Blossom from the Red Romance Dance Hall.”
“At this hour, who knows where he’s flirting up a storm.”
“Hmph!”
“You men are all dogs. Not a single one of you is any good.”
Xu Zhenzhen gave a soft snort, her fingertip gliding across Jiang Wangzu’s back as she whispered, “Hurry up...”
“All right!”
The cool night breeze lifted the pages of the Erotic Art Album, mingling with the rustling sounds from the bed.
Amid the spreading night, they brewed an entanglement both seductive and fierce.
…………
Early the next morning.
With a Hundred-Yuan Silver Banknote tucked against his chest, Jiang Wangzu left Xu Zhenzhen’s residence feeling refreshed.
With a thought, a golden-red translucent frame appeared in his field of vision, visible only to him.
【Strike the crotch one hundred thousand times to achieve iron crotch technique grandmastery!】
A warm current appeared from nowhere and swept through his entire body.
Jiang Wangzu felt like an unshakable boulder, impervious to destruction. His kidneys also grew more vigorous.
His strength grew a little as well.
With a thought, he opened the cheat ability belonging to him as a transmigrator.
A simple attribute panel appeared before his eyes.
【Name: Jiang Wangzu】
【Occupation: martial artist】
【Technique: Iron Crotch Technique（major accomplishment）】
【Rapid Cultivation Method: Strike the crotch one million times to achieve Iron Crotch Technique Perfection and obtain the talent Golden Twin Kidneys!】
【Talent: succubus】
“This mediocre Body-Tempering Technique has finally reached Major Accomplishment!”
“Still, even after cultivating the Iron Crotch Technique to Major Accomplishment, aside from being impressively endowed, highly skilled, long-lasting, and immune to techniques targeting the lower body, it doesn’t seem to have improved my strength much!”
“I still need to get a more powerful technique!”
“But achieving Iron Crotch Technique Perfection can awaken the Golden Twin Kidneys talent. That might be worth pursuing.”
“Still, I need someone to assist me in my cultivation.”
Jiang Wangzu gazed at the attribute panel before him and thought to himself.