(3rd person flashback) Wushu Panda's final challenge to become successor!

Ten months earlier...

Lài Fang sat in the lotus position, eyes closed, meditating and seeking mental clarity. A cool autumn breeze blew over the mountaintop, rustling strands of the silky black hair cascading down her shoulders. In the decade since the last surviving master of the Shaolin Naike Kenpo style had taken her in as an orphan of just eight years old, after her parents were executed by the state for 'treason' and 'conspiring with foreign powers', her life had been spent in study, contemplation, and diligent training. Although Fang wasn't the best at the 'study' and 'contemplation' parts, she took to the training like a duck to water, and had honed her body, mind and spirit to a razor's edge. Her sifu, Master Zōu, had never let her forget that his style had never had a female successor in all of its 2000 year history, and she was only being trained because she was the only thing Zōu had been able to take with him from his homeland when he was **** to flee the latest round of purges.

The aging monk and the bedraggled little girl had come to this land called America with little more than the clothes on their backs. With his own tireless labor, old Zōu had renovated an old dilapidated ski lodge on a mountaintop into a pale imitation of the ancient and storied temple he had left behind to be looted. Even here, the light of nearby cities polluted the night sky and made it difficult to see the stars.

Eventually, more government thugs had shown up. Master Zōu and his adopted daughter had been ready to make a last stand and fight - but eventually it had become clear that they were simply there to ensure that little Fang attended school. So, for seven grueling years, Fang had trekked down the mountainside and into town each morning, and then back up to carry on her training in the evening. The other children had mercilessly bullied the strange, taciturn girl with limited English skills... until one day they went too far and escalated beyond verbal taunts. Three 8th grade girls (and one boy who tried to intervene) were hospitalized that day, as Fang already had 4 years of training under her belt by that point. The bullying stopped after that, but she didn't exactly make many friends.

Now, Fang had come far from the fearful, shivering waif she had been when she first came to Master Zōu. She was a young adult now, blossomed into a head-turning beauty with large, full bosoms and a lithe, athletic-but-not-bulky figure honed by constant practice. Many of the boys in her classes had mentioned wanting to ask her out until their friends warned them not to try it if they valued their lives. For her part, Fang wanted nothing more than to lash out against the injustice that she, her family, and her beloved sifu had endured all their lives - to wander the land like the heroes of the old legends, meting out justice and delivering karma to the wicked with furious fists.

Taking one last breath of the cool night air, Fang went into the center of the temple, to once again try and get her sifu to see that she was ready.

...

A few minutes later, Fang was bowing deeply before Master Zōu, a slender old man whose long, flowing hair was as white as the freshly fallen snow. He was facing away from her, meditating before the huge stone Buddha statue in the center of the temple. Though he surely heard his student enter, he was as still and silent as the statue in front of him.

Fang prostrated herself. "[Master, once again, I must ask you to recognize me as your successor! I am ready! I know you said not to trouble myself, but I heard what that man who came to visit said, and I know what he means. The old man who owns the rights to this mountain, who showed us kindness by letting us stay here these years, has passed on from this life.]"

"是的". the serene ancient master said. "[The new landowners of this mountain have had their hearts clouded by desire for material things. They seek to evict us. But this matter is no heavier or more solid than a cloud. Your only concern should be enlightenment and perfection of your wushu.]"

"[My training is complete, sifu!]" Fang protested, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. "[I have heard of an organization of legendary warriors who battle injustice in the land. I will join them, and in return the people will rescue us from the grasp of those greedy fools!]"

The old master was silent for a long while, exhaling deeply. "[I do not think that is a wise course, my student. But the day when I must pass on from this life is approaching. I know not how many years this body still has in it. So you must follow your own path. You have learned all of my skills far better than I thought was possible for a mere girl... and now you have become a woman. But that is why worries cloud my mind over the final step. As I have said, you must challenge three of the best fighters from other schools and defeat all of them, one after the other, with no time to rest in between them...]"

"是的!!" Fang got up to a kneeling position, her voice sharp and confident. "[I am ready! Even if they are as big and strong as oxen, I will overcome them!]"

Master Zōu turned to face her at last and picked up an ancient, yellowed scroll from the floor next to him. Slowly, with **** care, he unrolled it and placed it in front of them. "[Yes, but there is another aspect that I have not yet told you. It is... difficult and unprecedented. As you know, Fang, this is the first time in Naike Kenpo history that a woman attempts to become successor. All students of the style must maintain their chastity for the entire duration of their training, so that their chi is kept pure and clear, and desire does not cloud their judgment or divert their vital energies.]"

Fang nodded, and her master continued: "[But that is part of the challenge of our lives. We are all only human, and the greatest test of worthiness is to be able to express our chi and maintain mastery over our own body and spirit even when it has been... disrupted. Just as part of your training was eating spoiled fish, or sleeping in a hole dug in the dirt.]"

"[That's what that was about?]" Fang asked curiously. "[I thought those were punishments because I put peppers in your tea as a joke.]"

"不!!!" Master Zōu barked, sounding annoyed. "[It was to to help build your resistance to contamination of your vital energies, my daughter. But this latest test... has weighed upon me. Allow me to explain.]"

With one of his long fingernails, the master pointed at a section of text in the centuries-old scroll and read aloud. "['For the final challenge, to claim the successorship, the student must defeat three warriors from three different schools sequentially, after having intentionally defiled his chi. The night before the battle, the student must go down to the village at the foot of the mountain and...]" the venerable monk paused and cleared his throat for a moment, "[...and procure a prostitute and throw away his chastity. He must fully engage in sexual intercourse with this immoral person until the point of climax. And then, the following morning, he must overcome this handicap and gain victory before the eyes of the teacher.]"

"Oh. Wow." Fang said, eyes widening, slipping into English for a moment before returning to her native tongue. ["I wasn't expecting that. But tradition is tradition! So, I just go find a whore, right? Where do I get the money to pay her?"]

Master Zōu looked a bit shocked at his teenage student's blithe reaction. "[Errr... there are commentaries below. There was a disagreement recorded in a later record from 210 years ago, where a student had such an immoral woman use her hand on him. The master clarified that this was not sufficient, and when he found out, declared the test invalid. The student was sent back to do it again, in the... conventional way, and where he had first succeeded, he then failed, and required a further seven years of training before he was able to complete the ordeal. So it seems that 'intercourse' is specifically required. The tradition is very clear on this. And as you see, that is a difficulty for you, since... ah, since you do not have a penis."]

"Ai yah!" Fang's lips twisted into a pout. "[How terrible! What is to be done? Surely the test cannot be impossible!]"

Master Zōu's voice rumbled pensively. "[This was also a difficulty for me. As you know, when I was in training, the Reds officially banned prostitution across the land, and our small village was terribly depopulated. There were informants everywhere, and every last coin was taken from our temple. So, my sifu meditated and divined that the intent of the challenge pertained to a loose, immoral woman, not to the exchange of coin for the act. I found a woman who was notorious among the villagers for her wanton ways...]"

The monk's eyes twitched for a moment and he wrung his hands as he thought back upon the one and only time in his long life he had engaged in such distractions. But he shook those thoughts away and focused his mind on the present matter, trying to put emotions out of his heart. "[It was deemed acceptable. So Fang, I believe the intent of the tradition is that you must engage in this act with an equivalent man, one given to vice and excess, who wantonly pursues women, and who is surely destined to spend his next life being trampled and gored in The Hell of the Pit of Cattle for his many sins.]"

"Wǒ dǒng." Fang nodded her head, smiling. "[Forgive me sifu, I was worried the test might be impossible. Now I see why you said it would have been impossible for me to attempt this test a year ago, the last time I asked you. Now that I have attained the legal age, the laws of this land should not stand in my way. I will leave as soon as the arrangements are made! Let us tell the challengers to come here and await my arrival.]"

Serene expression cracking, the master frowned slightly. "[Are you sure, Fang? When I spoke earlier of my time growing short, I did not mean I have fallen ill, only that the years are weighing heavily upon me. There would be little danger in continuing your training for another year or two before you attempt to... er... climb this mountain. Remember, we must make sure that we do not cling to any worldly attachments...]"

"[I fear no worldly attachments, sifu! My heart will be clear and my spirit will be focused. Just as I feel no attachment to you, so there is no reason for me not to continue to visit you and benefit from your wisdom, even after I have become the master! And just as you would not be tempted by greed or luxury, even after I gather rich rewards to restore this temple to a place worthy of our traditions!"] Fang said cheerfully, getting up from her knees. "[Thank you for your confidence, sifu! I will show you that it was not misplaced!]"

Master Zōu knit his bushy white eyebrows and stroked his long, straight beard. "是的." he nodded slowly, and allowed himself a slight smile with a hint of pride. "[You have always been so fearless, Fang. It must be the will of the heavens that guided you to me. But please, humor a foolish old man who still cannot let go of his earthly worries, and promise me that you will be careful?"]

...

A few days later, after a hike down the mountain road, Fang walked into the noisy, smelly city, bearing nothing but the sandals on her feet and the red silk dress which she had saved for special occasions. Since she'd been given it several years ago by a traveling seeker of knowledge, it was a little tight on her now. Her chest had grown quite a bit as her body matured, and now, every detail of her large breasts could be seen through the surface of the garment with the character for 'good fortune' printed on the front. And the hem was riding very high on her toned, athletic thighs, barely covering her crotch, while the sides clung tightly to her waist.

At a gas station, she stepped in and asked to use the phone. Giving her sifu a call, Fang confirmed that all was ready. Thanks to automobile travel, rather than waiting for weeks, the masters of several other nearby martial arts schools were able to arrange a visit to her master's temple on short notice, having wanted to see the mysterious 'successor' that this ancient master from the far east had been training for years. Likely they did not expect it to be a pretty eighteen year old girl. "I wonder if they will laugh and scorn me. Hah! Their mirth will be short lived if they do!" Fang drove a fist into her hand, smiling.

"Ah... but this may not be as easy as I thought. Ai yah! I didn't think that it may be difficult to find a single man, especially one with those particular characteristics. Like a shameless harlot... a 'man-whore', I guess I should say. Shit! Maybe I should ask some girls from school? No, no! Those arrogant bitches wouldn't want to talk to me, anyway! I will find what I need on my own! Hmmm... Perhaps a scholar at one of these little libraries can help me."

Fang walked into a dingy storefront she had never been to before, called 'Val-U Mart'.