[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 25

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Chapter 174 Female Assassin? Fairy Sister!?

Only Pang Yu reacted first, leaping forward, but not to save the emperor, but... to save a beauty!?
Almost simultaneously, the seven lattice windows on the west side of the second floor, built along the water, shattered. Fourteen dark figures, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, burst through the windows in less than a second. They were all dressed in tight-fitting water armor, wielding two gleaming Emei daggers, attacking the platform from both sides. "**Speeding**"
These assassins had actually infiltrated Fenglin Pavilion from underwater!
In a flash, the white-clad female assassin who had leaped from the top of Fenglin Pavilion had already reached the second floor, her sword flashing like lightning, aimed straight at Emperor Renzong amidst the spray of wood chips.
She was completely shrouded in a silver-white night-clothes, revealing only a pair of black eyes. Like a spirit suddenly descending from the moonlight, she pierced through the deep darkness in an instant. Her astonishing speed made Pang Yu, who was looking up, feel a sense of unreality, as if she had no substance at all, but was just a phantom shadow.
Pang Yu was clearly on the first floor, yet all he could see were chilling sword shadows, making him dizzy.
At this moment, a figure darted up beside him like lightning. It was none other than Ye Gucheng, the emperor's brother-in-law's top bodyguard. He didn't have any of the dashing elegance of the Lord of Baiyun City. He also wielded a heavy black iron broadsword. The only thing that might be somewhat worthy of the name "Dingdian" was his reaction speed.
"Clang!" Ye Gucheng leaped onto the platform with all his might, desperately blocking Emperor Renzong's path, and swung his sword horizontally to parry the female assassin's thunderous strike, producing a piercing sound.
"Shence Battalion! Protect the Emperor, seal off the gate..." He shouted fiercely, but before he could even utter the word "gate," an irresistible force pierced through the opponent's sword. His chest felt like it had been struck by lightning, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Unable to maintain his balance, he staggered backward.
What a joke!? The Imperial Guard's top expert couldn't even withstand a single blow!!!
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Those who managed to regain their senses were also paralyzed by Ye Gucheng's utter weakness. Especially the VIPs in the special seats, and the members of the Crown Prince's and Princes' factions. They were all frozen in shock, holding their wine cups, dumbfounded, their minds blank.
No one could believe that in the prosperous and peaceful Song Dynasty, which had enjoyed over sixty years of peace and stability, an assassin would attempt to kill the Emperor during a courtesan competition, and with such a grand scale!
Was it all premeditated!?
Ye Gucheng was wounded, but he fought desperately, his eyes bloodshot, roaring like a madman as he charged back at the female assassin. The sounds of clashing swords and clashing blades filled the air like firecrackers.
One man fighting desperately was invincible; Ye Gucheng attacked relentlessly, each move a desperate, reckless attack. Although the female assassin's martial arts were far superior to his, she couldn't break through for the time being.
The assassins flanking from both sides were also blocked. Old Gao, Xia Dade, and their Shence Battalion soldiers, worthy of being the most elite and ace unit of the Song Dynasty, used grappling hooks and ropes, climbed along the pillars, or formed human ladders. Originally on the first floor, they didn't need the stairs; more than a dozen men quickly reached the second floor, forming a tight formation that blocked all the black-clad men who had stormed in through the windows.
A murderous aura filled the air on the platform. The clash of swords engulfed Ye Gucheng and the female assassin. Every move was extremely dangerous, often resulting in bloodshed. Sparks flew when weapons clashed, terrifying the guests who scattered and screamed, plunging the hall into complete chaos.
Chaos was inevitable. Of the martial arts practitioners Pang Yu had seen rushing in, only a small portion were temporary reinforcements from the Shence Camp; the vast majority were assassins. There was no time to consider how these people had infiltrated the heavily guarded Fengling Pavilion; they had already drawn their swords and begun creating chaos, causing the guests to scatter in terror! The Shence Camp soldiers were busy protecting the Emperor, and the Imperial Guards stationed outside were blocked by the panicked crowd, leaving no spare security forces in the hall. Ye
Gucheng desperately blocked the white-clad female assassin, while the Shence Camp soldiers and fourteen black-clad assassins stood together. Emperor Renzong was left with only three or five guards, barely enough to protect him as he fled. If any more assassins were to strike at this moment, even two groups would suffice: one to lure the guards away, and the other to follow up. Even if Emperor Renzong had wings, he wouldn't be able to escape. The fate of the Song Dynasty's emperor would inevitably be lost at Fenglin Pavilion.
Chaos erupted in the hall. Except for the composed Fourth Brother, everyone else scattered in terror.
Oh wait, some hadn't run away—the "Nine Heavens Flying Immortals" of Qixiu Fang. The nine young girls seemed very loyal; noticing their master was close to the assassins' battleground, they rushed over, not even putting down their instruments, willing to risk being slashed and injured to protect Zou Xiyun.
Protecting beauties was none of their business.
"Xiyun, Xiangrong, Qinyi, don't be afraid, I'm here!" Pang Yu spread his iron arm, shielding the three beauties. But strangely, unlike the other girls' pale faces, Nangong Qinyi and Hua Xiangrong remained calm, while Zou Xiyun even clenched her fist and was about to rush to the second floor.
"Xi Yun, what are you doing!" Pang Yu reacted quickly, grabbing his sleeve.
"Get out of the way!" She only said two words, her pretty face icy cold.
"Don't be reckless. These people are assassins, professionals. Even if they interfere with your competition for the title of courtesan, you don't need to fight them bare-handed!" Pang Yu was concerned (or perhaps taking advantage), directly seizing her jade-like arm.
"Get out of the way." Zou Xi Yun was a little annoyed, a strong killing intent flashing in her clear and deep eyes. She raised her hand to slap him, but then lowered it.
Where there is Fourth Brother, there is Long Wu.
This bodyguard, personally trained by Grand Tutor Pang, had been secretly protecting the young master since the beginning of the competition. Now that the assassins had launched an attack and the scene was chaotic, no one could predict what would happen next. To ensure the young master's safety, he emerged from his hiding place, gripping the serpentine scimitar on his back with one hand, staying close to Pang Yu.
Seeing him on high alert, Zou Xiyun immediately froze. The "Nine Immortals" rushed over and surrounded her, their nine beautiful eyes filled with concern, anxiety, and worry, all fixed on her.
"Don't worry—with Fourth Brother here, no one can hurt Xiyun." Standing so close to Zou Xiyun, Pang Yu felt as if the nine beauties were looking at him, and couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic, laughing heartily.
Zou Xiyun remained silent, her gaze fixed on the fight on the second floor. Her delicate index fingers clenched nervously together.
Hua Xiangrong saw everything, but only smiled charmingly, saying nothing.
Blood began to splatter again on the second floor, naturally from Ye Gucheng. He had made seventeen moves, all of which were effortlessly blocked by the white-clad female assassin, the recoil making his hands numb and his chest heaving. On the eighteenth move, he gritted his teeth, gathered his strength, and swung his sword fiercely at the head. He used all his strength, fearing that his attack wouldn't be fast and ruthless enough. This sword strike was at least twice as powerful as the previous one, yet the female assassin slowed her movements, her techniques becoming as delicate as a willow swaying in the wind, her swordplay incredibly fluid. But strangely enough, when their swords clashed, it was Ye Gucheng who flew through the air, weapon and all!
With that, there was no longer any obstruction before Emperor Renzong.
The female assassin lightly touched the ground with her lotus feet, her body gliding forward like a feather. Her graceful posture was like a goddess descending from heaven. Her sword transformed into more than ten illusory sword shadows, sweeping forward with overwhelming force. The sword energy hissed, truly like a divine dragon coiling and swirling. She intended to kill the true dragon emperor of the Song Dynasty on the spot!
Pang Yu was very close to her, and suddenly this scene of her leaping across the water seemed familiar.
"Fairy Sister!" he cried out in disbelief.
The one who assassinated the emperor was actually the Fairy Sister!!!
Hearing his shout, the Fairy Maiden paused only slightly before continuing her swift attack on Emperor Renzong. The last three guards beside him rushed forward to block her, knowing their martial arts were inferior, but even if it meant death, they would defend the Song Emperor with their own flesh and blood!
Resolved to die, the three charged like mad tigers. Beneath her veil, a chilling smile flickered across the Fairy Maiden's breathtakingly beautiful face. Her feet moved like clouds, effortlessly dodging the three reckless attackers, and she descended upon Emperor Renzong like a celestial being, her sword flashing down like lightning.
Even a martial arts master like Ye Gucheng suffered a severe blow in that first exchange, demonstrating the ferocity of the Fairy Maiden's sword. Had she been struck, Emperor Renzong would have died instantly!
For a moment, everyone in the hall held their breath, especially Zou Xiyun, who stared intently at the fairy sister's sword, her delicate, pink hands clenching nervously until they left purplish-red marks.
"Clang!"
It wasn't a scream, nor a howl of pain, but the sound of blades clashing!
Where did that sword come from?! Weren't there no guards around the emperor?
Yes, there were no guards, but there was a sword!
The instant the fairy sister attacked, Emperor Renzong suddenly produced a soft sword, presumably hidden in his jade belt. The sword instantly straightened, blocking the fairy sister's rapid, rain-like attack!
No, not blocking, but forcing the fairy sister back three steps. Then, the sword's momentum expanded, becoming a flurry of sword shadows, each point of sharpness, its energy surging, sweeping back towards her with the domineering power of thunder and lightning.
How could this be! The emperor knew martial arts! And he was even stronger than Ye Gucheng!
The fairy sister exclaimed in surprise, then exclaimed, "You're not the emperor!?" "
The emperor is of inestimable health; how could he easily take such a risk?" "Emperor Renzong" snorted, brandishing his sword and chasing after them.
Zou Xiyun and the Nine Immortals were all astonished, staring in disbelief at the figure above, while Pang Yu sneered.
Rescuing the emperor? Rescuing my foot! I already knew! My brother-in-law the emperor isn't my brother-in-law at all, a fake!!!
---- The moment the lattice window burst open, watching the fairy sister's unparalleled lightness skill as she leaped down, he suddenly remembered who this seemingly familiar man was.
Zhan Zhao! Zhan Zhao in disguise!
Because he had seen him when he rescued Xiuxiang, he felt a sense of déjà vu; and his pale complexion was because if he looked haggard, others wouldn't pay too much attention to his appearance. Besides, who would dare stare at the "emperor" for too long? So even if there were flaws in his disguise, it would be difficult to spot. However, no matter how good the disguise, the unique gaze in each person's eyes, the distance between their eyebrows, and the inherent aura of a master cannot be concealed. Others might not be able to tell, but how could they escape Fourth Brother's super-sharp senses?
When he recognized that the "Emperor's brother-in-law" was Zhan Zhao, he understood the whole story. As Ren Huang said, the Emperor's brother-in-law's decision to attend the competition and select the courtesan had been decided long ago. These assassins somehow found out about this and secretly made arrangements to attack the Emperor. However, their actions were detected by the Eighth Prince or Bao Zheng, so they used a scheme to find Zhan Zhao to disguise himself as the Emperor's brother-in-law.
The substitute was no longer there to select the courtesan, but to set up a trap, a trap to lure the assassins out and then capture them all.
Pang Yu had figured everything out. After exchanging blows with Zhan Zhao, the Fairy Sister naturally realized that since the Emperor hadn't come, continuing the fight was pointless. Just as she was about to leave, a series of rapid "bangs" erupted as all the windows on the third floor shattered, and a dozen or so figures Pang Yu knew intimately rushed in.
"Feiyu!" he cried out, utterly surprised that his father, who treasured her so much and wouldn't even give her to his son, had suddenly sent so many secret guards!
"Capture the traitor!" At that moment, the Imperial Guards at the gate also rushed in, completely surrounding the area!
The Fairy Sister somersaulted through the air, easily shaking off Zhan Zhao's pursuit, landing between the two Imperial Guards at the forefront. She spun and her sword flew, sending the two men flying and unable to get up.
The Imperial Guards were all iron-willed men; they wouldn't be intimidated by her. With a shout, they rushed forward without hesitation.
The Fairy Sister snorted coldly, conjuring hundreds of sword shadows that moved with ghostly grace amidst the fierce onslaught of the Imperial Guards. Wherever her sword struck, someone fell and perished!
The same scene unfolded on the second floor, except that it was the assassins who fell.
Grand Tutor Pang's "Flying Feathers" were no joke; each of them was a top-tier expert. They annihilated the black-clad assassins like cutting melons and vegetables. Before the Fairy Sister could even disperse the Imperial Guards, thirteen out of fourteen had already fallen.
The last one, seeing he was outmatched, leaped from the second floor, brandishing his Emei Dagger and charging straight towards the platform, seemingly blinded by rage and ready to strike the women.
How could Fourth Brother let him succeed? He took a step forward, standing majestically like a god before the women. As soon as the assassins charged in, he was met with a handful of lime.
The assassin never expected such a handsome and robust man to use such a despicable move. Caught off guard, he was hit squarely in the face, his eyes instantly filled with excruciating pain, unable to see anything. In a flash, Fourth Brother, with his other hand, stabbed the assassin in the chest with the Fish Intestine Sword, piercing it two inches deep as if cutting tofu, blood gushing out as it was pulled out. Wounded like this, the assassin, with his last breath, tried to run towards where Zou Xiyun was standing, but Fourth Brother smashed a silver brick on his forehead, and he collapsed to the ground!
"Young Master..." He only managed to utter one word before his head lolled to the side, and he went to see the King of Hell. Seeing
a living person die before her eyes, Zou Xiyun's eyes reddened with fear, her delicate pink lips bitten raw, almost bursting into tears. A casual glance out the window, and her face paled instantly.
The Jinming Pond was brightly lit, at least a hundred large ships full of soldiers surrounding Fengling Pavilion like an iron barrel!

Chapter 175 Breakthrough! Arrow wounds!!!

Dead, all dead, rotten to the bone!
In the time it took Fourth Brother to kill one, the assassins who rushed into Fenglin Pavilion were all dead.
The guards under the Eighth Prince, the elite Iron Guards of Kaifeng Prefecture, and the other two elite forces under Grand Tutor Pang, "Dragon Sky" and "Iron Blood," were all already in ambush. With the activation of "Flying Feather," they all appeared and began to wipe out the assassins. When the black-clad assassins rushed towards Zou Xiyun, their companions who rushed in on the first floor were already mostly dead (turning the tables on ambushes, especially by experts, you can imagine how quickly they died). When Pang Yu used his three treasures to deliver a beautiful instant kill, all the assassins were either killed or captured alive, leaving only Fairy Sister.
Thirty-two assassins had died, while at least forty had fallen to the Fairy Sister's sword. Wherever she flashed, a whistling sword shadow followed. Even in this desperate battle against overwhelming odds, she exuded an air of leisurely ease and graceful lightness, a sight to behold. At this point, apart from Zhan Zhao and the sharp-eyed Fourth Brother, everyone else only saw her ethereal, otherworldly shadow, unable to discern her true form or face.
Dozens of masters attacked the Fairy Sister from all directions, but Zhan Zhao stood motionless on the second floor. Although he lacked Bai Yutang's arrogance and disdain, he was still very confident in his martial arts and swordsmanship. The Fairy Sister had been so focused on killing the Emperor that she hadn't even sensed his powerful aura. Conversely, the Fairy Sister, preoccupied with killing him, hadn't been on guard, allowing him to seize the opportunity and launch a sudden counterattack, catching her completely off guard. Even so, he had gained a significant advantage. Even with his strategy of waiting in ambush and launching a full-scale attack, he only managed to knock the fairy sister back a few steps. He then chased after her and exchanged three blows in mid-air. The fairy sister was completely unharmed, while he himself was almost frozen stiff by the icy sword energy emanating from her sword!
My god, what kind of martial arts is this?!
Not only was Zhan Zhao utterly terrified, but the assembled experts, caught in a pincer movement, found the female assassin trapped on all sides. Unexpectedly, the ethereal, bluish-white sword in her hand swept through the air like a torrent of water. Carrying the chilling aura of ice seemingly frozen solid for millennia atop a mountain peak, it deflected the five "Flying Feather" warriors' five different weapons in a single move. Then, her figure blurred, weaving through the interception of the Judge's Pen, the Steel Fork, and the Plum Blossom Silver Spear. She then evaded the four guards under the Eighth Prince, shifting and changing her movements, breaking free of the encirclement in one swift motion and disappearing.
Everyone witnessed her unparalleled lightness of foot. They had finally managed to trap her in the Phoenix Pavilion thanks to the meticulous plan of the Eighth Prince and Judge Bao; once she escaped, where could they possibly pursue her? Several skilled fighters rushed forward, but she outmaneuvered them all. Even Zhan Zhao, gritting his teeth and giving chase with his sword, was far too slow. *****
The wind howled outside the window, indicating that more experts were rushing to the scene after hearing the sounds of battle.
The Fairy Sister broke through the encirclement and, without hesitation, charged towards the outside of Phoenix Pavilion. Her beautiful feet lightly braced herself, and she leaped into the air. With two graceful and light somersaults, she jumped out of the third-floor window with two
whooshing sounds. The experts exchanged bewildered glances. They couldn't believe that dozens of them couldn't stop a female assassin.
Pang Yu rushed to the window and looked out urgently; the Fairy Sister was in mid-air. Suddenly, a gust of wind broke through the air, followed by a flash of cold light that abruptly halted her advance!
Dozens of eyes that had chased her from all directions clearly saw that it was an arrow shot from the deck of a ship stationed in Jinming Pond, swift as the wind and fast as lightning, blocking the Fairy Sister's path. "You assassin, surrender now!" A cold laugh echoed from the deck .
A burly man in armor stepped forward into the moonlight, a red feather atop his helmet swaying gently in the wind, reflecting the cold gleam of his armor under the moonlight. Behind him, several men emerged, all wearing similar armor and clothing, each holding a bow and arrow, aiming at the fairy maiden forced onto the eaves, forming an encirclement.
"This armor... the Yang Family Army, with eighteen sharp wings!" the pursuing imperial guards exclaimed in surprise.
What is the Yang Family Army? No explanation is needed. From the first generation of General Yang, they have been the pillars of the Song Dynasty's borders. Within the Yang Family Army is the "Heavenly Pride Battalion," whose three thousand soldiers are all skilled archers. Their insignia is taken from Li Bai's poem "Frontier Song," which includes the line "Bending the bow to bid farewell to the Han moon, inserting the feather to shatter the Heavenly Pride." Over the years, they have fought countless battles on the border, killing and wounding countless Liao soldiers, and all Khitan men tremble at the mere mention of their name. The Eighteen Sharp-Edged Archers were elite archers selected from among these three thousand skilled archers. These eighteen men, without distinguishing names or backgrounds, acted solely on the marshal's orders. Most of the martial artists in the capital had long heard of them but had never witnessed their skills. Seeing their archery prowess, they were astonished: "With just one arrow, they could repel this incredibly skilled female assassin. If all eighteen arrows were fired at once, who would survive? However, the Eighteen Sharp-Edged Archers should be stationed at the border to guard against the Liao army." "When did you arrive in the capital?"
The archer who had fired the first arrow stepped forward, not even glancing at anyone else, his eyes fixed on the fairy sister perched on the eaves: "Miss, surrender! The Imperial Guards have laid a net across Jinming Pond, and there are 20,000 Yang family soldiers stationed on the outer perimeter. You remnants of the Southern Tang have no chance of escape."
The fairy sister's stunningly beautiful face remained unmoved. She lowered her eyes and coldly glanced around: "Why are there only ten members of the Eighteen Sharp Wings? Where are the other eight?"
"Miss, you don't need to know. Just put down your sword and surrender obediently."
The fairy sister remained silent, her beautiful eyes sweeping over her surroundings. Sure enough, Jinming Pond was teeming with hundreds of boats and thousands of sails, a dense mass of people, truly impassable. The only two flying bridges leading to the shore were surrounded by at least 8,000 archers. If she dared to jump over there, she was guaranteed to be riddled with arrows before her feet even touched the ground.
"Surrender! You have no way out." The eleven experts from "Flying Feather" and the iron guards under the Eighth Prince all swarmed onto the outer eaves of Phoenix Pavilion. The second, third, and fourth floors were packed with people, surrounding the Fairy Sister in the center.
Zhan Zhao, on the fifth floor, looked down from above and couldn't help but secretly wipe his sweat. He thought to himself that even if he were in the position of the proud and unyielding Bai Yutang, he would have no choice but to surrender obediently.
But the Fairy Sister's eyes only held a faint, cold smile.
"You can't stop me." She snorted and suddenly flipped off the eaves. The experts reacted quickly and leaped out to chase after her. Suddenly, the Fairy Sister was in mid-air. Her beautiful lotus feet crossed and stepped together, instantly changing her falling momentum into ascent. Her figure was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, she left all the experts behind.
Her figure rose rapidly like a wisp of smoke. By the time the Eighteen Sharp Wings reacted, they could no longer reach that height.
The third and fourth floors flashed by, and Zhan Zhao, who was about to attack from the fifth floor, was staggered and fell back by the force of her sword strike from a distance. Pang Yu, who had witnessed the fairy sister's ability to fly through the air and travel thousands of miles in an instant, finally felt relieved as he watched her rise higher and higher, beyond anyone's reach. Zou Xiyun, standing beside him, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But just then, as the fairy sister reached the window of the sixth floor, a sudden gust of wind rushed past her ears, and several silver rays shot out from the shadows inside the building. Caught off guard, she was struck in the chest by one of the arrows!
The eight archers of the Eighteen Sharp Wings, now missing, were lying in ambush here!

Chapter 176: Falling into the Lake, Life Hanging by a Thread - A Powerful

Arrow Pierces the Fairy Sister's Chest!
The archers in the building were overjoyed when they suddenly sensed something was wrong.
The white-feathered arrow that struck the fairy maiden's chest passed silently through her, flying straight into the sky without a trace of blood. It had only struck her illusory form. As the illusory form dissipated, a chilling, icy wind suddenly swept in through the window, making them shiver and feel a chill run down their spines. In that instant, the white light that had accompanied the wind stopped behind them. Startled, they turned around to see a pair of clear, cold eyes flash across their vision, almost devoid of any earthly life.
They sensed only celestial energy, an aura of otherworldly beauty.
Before the archers could react, the fairy maiden had already leaped out of the window on the other side.
"Eighteen sharp wings, nothing more than that." A cold laugh rang out, and the fairy maiden's snow-white figure was already beyond the heavy night, accompanied by several angry shouts. It seemed that even the several experts who had leaped up had not been able to stop her. The archers were filled with shock and shame. Several rushed to the window, drawing their bows to fire, when one of them sighed,
"Forget it! Even a surprise attack from the shadows failed; what's the use of pursuing her? With your third-rate archery skills, you couldn't even handle Grandpa Bai, let alone her."
The archers were stunned. Looking closer, they saw a young man dressed entirely in white, with a cold expression, emerge from the shadows of the building. At first glance, he could be mistaken for a deity.
These eight "Sharp-Edged Eighteen Wings" archers had been lying in ambush in the hidden room on the sixth floor of Phoenix Pavilion. Taking advantage of the spaciousness of the building and the darkness of night, coupled with their years of combat experience honed in stealth, they had remained undetected even by the "Flying Feather" experts. Their ability to conceal their presence and hide their whereabouts was far beyond that of ordinary snipers who only focused on archery.
Unfortunately, against the "Fairy Sister," these skills paled in comparison.
The leading Sharp-Edged archer turned pale with fright. ===After a while, he snapped out of his daze and demanded, "Who are you?"
The young man was, of course, Bai Yutang. He replied, "Like you, I wanted to keep her here, but I couldn't."
The archers, hearing his arrogant tone, assumed he was a master recruited by the Eighth Prince or some high-ranking official, and didn't think much of it. However, the thought of the female assassin escaping like this, the inability to explain to the marshal, and the great humiliation for the Yang family army, made them unwilling to give up. They grabbed their bows and crossbows, ready to go downstairs and chase after her.
"No need to go. It's just asking for humiliation," Bai Yutang snorted, his cold smile still present. "That female demon... cough, after that woman appeared, did any of you see a single movement of hers? Those who couldn't see her deserve to die. She could easily kill you all. The reason we didn't act was because there was one person here who could see her."
The archers, recalling the fleeting arc of silver light that had pierced the air with a biting cold wind, desperately tried to discern the fairy maiden's footsteps or the corner of her sleeve, only to find themselves shivering!
The night was still deep, the moonlight still shining brightly.
The fairy maiden's ethereal and beautiful figure swooped down from the top of Phoenix Pavilion, heading straight for the flying bridge—the water was blocked by the eighteen sharp wings, and countless imperial guards. The only way to break through was from the opposite direction!
The imperial guards guarding the flying bridge suddenly saw the white figure vanish. One moment she was in the air, the next she was gone. The next moment she was upon them, almost as if they were seeing things. A chill ran down their spines and limbs; they were no match for her. The Fairy Sister's movements were as swift as a sprite appearing in the night sky, faster than a ghost. She broke through their formation, nearly piercing them with her sword. Despite their advantageous position and numerical superiority, they couldn't regroup and could only watch helplessly as the Fairy Sister moved with unparalleled grace, leaving someone struck and falling wherever she went.
Even in killing, the Fairy Sister's every move possessed an ethereal beauty. Her sword remained spotless, her advances and retreats always striking the enemy's weaknesses and vulnerabilities, like a chess piece, each move unexpected and maneuvering the thousand-plus Imperial Guards guarding the flying bridge at will.
"Clang! Clang!"
Two long swords slashing towards them were deflected by her sword. With a flick of her index and middle fingers, a thin, translucent ice shard appeared between her fingers, striking the enemy's eyes. Both enemies screamed in agony and fell to the ground.
Before the weapons were about to strike, she suddenly leaped up, swiftly covering a distance of four or five zhang, and landed on the high platform where the judges had been seated. Four imperial guards surrounded her, but the fairy-like woman casually flicked her wrist, sending out wisps of wind and white smoke. The four hurriedly tried to block, but she seized the opportunity to close in. A chilling sword strike hit them in the chest from a distance, and two of them fell straight off the platform. A thin layer of frost instantly froze from their chests, spreading along their arms to their wrists, their bodies trembling uncontrollably from the cold. Seeing her incredible skill, the other two dared not block her. The fairy-like woman's casual feint was enough to frighten them back to the ground.
"Eighth Prince, let her go. If she continues to fight like this, the Imperial Guards will be killed and wounded, and we won't be able to stop her!" Zhan Zhao knew he couldn't stop the fairy-like woman, and going over would be pointless, so he rushed to the Eighth Prince's side.
"Outrageous! His Majesty is here to watch the battle, how can you show mercy..." The Eighth Prince shouted with a dark face, then suddenly realized he had let something slip and hurriedly corrected himself, "I, along with Grand Tutor Pang and Lord Bao, have been planning for a long time, exhausting the resources of the court to set up a trap at Jinming Pond, even mobilizing the Yang family army from the border, all to achieve our goal in one battle and wipe out the remnants of Southern Tang! Who would have thought that the enemy would only exert half their strength, and the ringleader has not yet appeared. If this woman escapes, how can we explain to His Majesty!"
"But if we continue fighting, it will only increase casualties..."
"So what?" The Eighth Prince flicked his sleeves and roared, "If we intercept this woman today, even if we only lose a few hundred or a thousand Imperial Guards, if we don't intercept her, how can we find out the lair of the remnants in Jiangnan? How can we annihilate them? If the remnants of Southern Tang join forces with the Khitan and rebel in the future, it will surely lead to the devastation of the country and the suffering of the people, with hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries!"
Zhan Zhao was stunned and speechless for a moment. " Shoot
!" At the Eighth Prince's command, his attendants unfurled signal flags, and the archers guarding the flying bridge drew their bows, unleashing a hail of arrows towards her.
The Fairy Maiden deftly dodged, leaping and weaving. Finally, she stood atop the platform, drawing her protective sword. Every arrow that strayed from the sky was struck down, shattering into ice fragments upon hitting the ground. After
seven volleys of arrows, the Fairy Maiden was unharmed, though at least two hundred Imperial Guards were accidentally wounded. However, while she was deflecting the arrows, the iron-blooded warriors of "Flying Feather" and "Sky Eagle," along with the Imperial Guards and various experts under the Eighth Prince and Bao Zheng, arrived from all directions, surrounding the platform where the Fairy Maiden stood.
All ten archers on the large ship had now disembarked, along with eight more who had rushed down from Fenglin Pavilion. These eighteen burly men, wielding eighteen carved bows and seventy-two arrows, firmly controlled the space above the platform, effectively preventing the female assassin from using her light-footed skills to leap and dart about!
With the combined efforts of these four experts, the Fairy Sister had no chance of escape.
The Eighth Prince, who had been directing operations on the large ship, suddenly disappeared.
Facing such a perilous situation, she remained fearless, her clear, beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of light as she swept over the surrounding experts who were eyeing her with predatory intent. A contemptuous sneer rose from beneath her thin, icy veil.
"Surrender! You can't escape!" Ye Gucheng, one hand clutching his chest, the other still gripping his broadsword, staggered over, supported by Lao Gao and Xia Dade. His normally dark face was deathly pale. The experts stepped forward in unison, their intimidating aura intensifying.
"Hmph, useless. Even if there were twice as many people, they still couldn't stop her." A mocking laugh came from the top of Fenglin Pavilion. It was none other than Bai Yutang, sitting on the roof of the top floor. His legs swung back and forth, cracking melon seeds he'd somehow found, while watching the spectacle unfolding below.
The Fairy Sister swiftly sheathed her sword, and everyone assumed she had given up. But then they saw her with her arm across her chest, palms folded, her graceful posture exuding a tranquil stillness before an impending snowstorm. Her right arm slowly moved, revealing a thin, frosty white leather glove stuck to her left palm, from which she pulled out a slender, bluish-white hand.
(What? This is her hand? What we saw before was just an outer glove!?)
As soon as the Fairy Sister's delicate hand was revealed, wisps of mist appeared around her fingers and palm, the white frost on her cuffs suddenly hardened, and the soft silk became stiff.
All the experts were stunned for a moment, then realized with astonishment that the skin on her forehead and brows, which had not been covered, had instantly turned the same color as her bare hands, a pale, snowy complexion tinged with a frosty blue. A faint chill instantly spread around the large platform, seeping into their collars; the imperial guards who were even slightly close felt a chill run down their spines.
"Female thief, surrender now!" One of the imperial guards charged forward, brandishing his tiger-headed, gold-inlaid spear, aiming it at her chest.
The fairy-like beauty neither dodged nor parried, but raised her slender, frosty hand and grabbed it directly. The cold force of her five fingers froze the tip of the tiger-headed, gold-inlaid spear, and with a flick, it snapped in two. All
the experts present were dumbfounded.
With a flick of her finger, the frozen ice shards and water droplets around her coalesced and spread outwards, creating a hazy, ethereal mist that made her appear like a fairy descended to earth.
Two fearless guards charged forward, their swords clashing with a fierce wind, only to be effortlessly swept away by the fairy. With a sharp crack, their blades snapped, and chilling cuts appeared on their chests, leaving their hands covered in blood!
The fairy then raised her hand again, making a few grasping motions in the air. Anything she touched—torn clothes, ripped fabric, even blood and air—froze into ice. With a diagonal flick of her fingers, she unfurled a thin ice dragon, resembling a remarkably resilient, white leather rope, which she wielded with ease. Several bloodstains stained its tip, yet it was actually formed from frozen ice shards!
Everyone stared at the ice dragon in her hand, hesitant to approach. Suddenly, the fairy-like woman flicked her wrist, and the ice dragon shattered, scattering into countless ice shards that shot out with a deafening whooshing sound.
The experts hurriedly tried to block, but as soon as they gathered their qi, their wrists went numb, followed by an excruciating, bone-chilling pain. Several nearby individuals were even sent flying backward, clutching their right wrists, their bodies crashing heavily off the platform like balls, bouncing and colliding along the way, spitting out a spray of blood as they hit the ground.
What happened? How could this be?!
The crowd was horrified. Only a few experts, after being hit, realized the reason. The fairy-like woman's creation of the ice dragon and its subsequent explosion were merely feints to distract her opponents. In reality, she had been secretly launching ice shards at their wrists, attacking their tendons and veins.
The ice shards were formed from a thin layer of moisture in the air, so thin and light that they were invisible to the naked eye. They melted rapidly after being thrown, becoming as thin as a hair-thick needle when they entered their skin. The force penetrated directly to their acupoints, leaving them defenseless. One by one, they were instantly subdued, their arms numb and unable to move.
This was, of course, because they were outnumbered and had the upper hand, they inevitably became complacent, allowing the Fairy Sister to strike so easily. Otherwise, given their high level of martial arts and experience, especially the exceptional skills of the "Flying Feather" masters, how could they have gained such a huge advantage before even exchanging blows?
By the time they realized what was happening, the Fairy Sister had already attacked, stepping forward and striking with both palms. Wherever she passed, a bone-chilling cold swept through, as if even their blood would freeze.
No one dared to block or directly confront her beautiful, icy hands, and they were instantly forced to stagger backward, their formation thrown into chaos.
The fairy maiden used her elusive footwork to easily shake off the encirclement of more than a dozen people, breaking through the encirclement and heading straight for the flying bridge. The experts gave chase, but she only saw her slightly blue right hand make a few rustling gestures in the air before casually striking backward, instantly sending a shower of ice shards coated in fine frost flying.
Having learned their lesson last time, the experts all dodged, not daring to even block, which widened the distance between them, making it impossible for them to catch up.
The fairy maiden rushed onto the flying bridge, and a rain of arrows poured down, but it couldn't cause her any harm.
Then, at that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew by, sweeping across the pond and creating countless broken ripples. The lotus leaves under the moonlight fluttered, as if a storm was approaching.
No, it wasn't the wind, the fairy maiden suddenly frowned.
This was an invisible, sharp killing intent, striking like a gale. Even before a single move was made, it suffocated the senses, like a sword, a knife…
an arrow piercing the chest!
The Eighteen Sharp Wings!?
No! The fairy sister's expression changed slightly. She narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and leaped several feet off the bridge, but she couldn't shake off the piercing, cutting killing intent behind her. The howling wind rang in her ears.
---- This feeling of being targeted was far too intense, like a hawk stalking its prey, unconcerned about revealing its killing intent. Once it strikes, it kills its prey instantly, leaving no room for resistance. The chilling, desolate killing intent was far beyond the comprehension of the Eighteen Sharp Wings.
Normally, the Fairy Sister would have turned back to fight. With her superb eyesight, "Night Vision," she could locate her opponent in a mere instant. However, the "Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden Skill" that had just repelled the assembled masters had exhausted most of her true energy. Even if she was absolutely certain of capturing the archer hiding in the shadows, if she were surrounded again, she wouldn't be able to fight her way out a second time. Therefore, she had to leave, without turning back, not even for a moment! She could only gamble that no one could see through or recognize her exquisite lightness skill, "Appearing and disappearing at will"!
The wind suddenly ceased, and the Fairy Sister sensed that this was a sign of an impending attack. In a split second, she suddenly turned and lunged towards the other side of the lake.
The bowstring twanged like thunder, and a streak of light flashed across the dark shore of Jinming Pond. Her beautiful figure, almost leaping into the pond, paused for a moment in mid-air. Her peripheral vision pierced through her body without obstruction, creating a deafening roar on the surface of the pond.
The fairy sister collapsed, her small hand, desperately pressing against her shoulder, failed to touch the arrow shaft, but instead grasped a horrifyingly wet
, red mess. With her last strength, even with her hands covered in blood, she managed to turn around, albeit with a slight effort. In the gradually darkening vision, a dashing figure emerged from the shadows of the willow grove by the pond, her crimson cloak fluttering in the night wind.
Beside her stood the Eighth Prince.
"Marshal Mu's arrows are truly divine, never missing their mark."
"I dare not accept such praise. Before Your Highness, I, Guiying, have made a fool of myself."

Chapter 177: The Courtesan's Fate After the Calamity –

Marrying a Princess, Becoming a Prince Consort, and a High Official!
As Ren Huang spoke these words, the Eighth Prince, who had boarded the fast warship to command the situation, happened to pass by on the water to the side. Hearing this, he suddenly trembled.
"Huh? A prince consort?" Pang Yu turned his head, staring at Ren Huang.
"Yeah, once you become a prince consort, you don't have to worry about your humble origins. You'll rise to high positions and no one will dare laugh at you..."
"Tch, that's commonplace, who cares?" Pang Yu waved his hand dismissively, eager to jump into the water. Damn it, if it weren't for their slight connection, he would have been killed by a silver brick for holding him back and preventing him from making his heroic sacrifice.
"Commonplace!?" Ren Huang's face twitched, and he gripped him even tighter.
"Isn't that right? Throughout history, there have been countless princesses and prince consorts. I wouldn't stoop to being with these people." Pang Yu struggled desperately, determined to jump into Jinming Pond.
"Then what are you going to do? Be a servant for life?" Ren Huang couldn't hold him any longer and resorted to hugging him, determined to get to the bottom of it.
"At least he should be a double consort?"
"Hmm, marry two princesses, three or four are fine too, we'll take them all." Taking advantage of Ren Huang's momentary lapse in attention, Fourth Brother broke free and plunged into the pond. ^^^^
It was too late. Just as he was about to jump, he noticed the water below the bridge was teeming with dark shadows.
Damn it, the entire naval forces of the two lakes! Are all these water ghosts Michael Phelps? Ren Huang had only pulled him aside for a few words, and they'd all swum over here?
Pang Yu stared intently at the lake, his face dark, saying nothing.
It's over, it's over! The Fairy Sister is going to be captured alive, accused of assassinating the emperor, beheading, dismemberment, and the extermination of her entire family! How am I supposed to save her? How am I supposed to repay her kindness? How am I supposed to get her to repay me with her body?!
Ren Huang had no idea about his relationship with the Fairy Sister. Seeing Pang Yu's unusually grim expression, he assumed it meant his chance to make a contribution had been ruined. This annoyed him, so he patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Oh, Brother Pang Si, everyone here has seen your loyalty, and the Emperor will surely know too. Even if you don't lead the way in jumping into the water to capture people, you'll still get a promotion and a reward, right?"
"A promotion and a reward? Fourth Brother doesn't care!" Pang Yu snorted. He only hoped that the fairy sister would escape. He didn't care about anything else. A promotion? Hmph, even if he had a high position, could he marry more wives? A reward? Pshaw, Grand Tutor Pang is corrupt and wealthy beyond measure. His family fortune will all be his in the future. He, this little servant, is doing a comfortable job now, doing whatever he wants. He can sleep with whomever he wants. Even if he were given the position of prime minister, Fourth Brother wouldn't care!
Ren Huang stood behind, stroking his two small mustaches, watching him with great admiration. \\*\\\Loyal to the country, indifferent to fame and fortune, not seeking official positions or wealth, such a good servant is truly the best in the Song Dynasty. Where can you find one like this!
Pang Yu stared intently at the water, his eyes wide as if he wanted to see right through Jinming Pond. Not only him, but also Zou Xiyun and Hua Xiangrong, who had rushed onto the bridge, and the Eighth Prince, Marshal Mu, and the Eighteen Sharp-Winged Warriors on the boat… everyone was focused on the water, anxiously wondering if they could capture this terrifyingly skilled female assassin.
“Splash!” After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, a head finally emerged from the water.
“Qin Kai. How is it?” the Eighth Prince asked impatiently.
“Your Highness, we…we are incompetent. We cannot find the female assassin.”
“What!?” The Eighth Prince was so shocked he almost fell off the boat. So many people had witnessed the female assassin being shot and falling into the pond, and the eight hundred water ghosts had arrived at the scene shortly after, beginning a massive search. The entire area within a hundred feet was sealed off with fishing nets covered in barbs; even if the female assassin had turned into a fish, she wouldn't be able to escape!
“If you can't find her, keep searching!”
“Yes!” Qin Kai responded loudly, turning and diving back into the water. *****
Everyone waited anxiously.
"Your Highness, the remaining assassins in Phoenix Island have been wiped out. Seventy-eight are dead, and twenty-five are captured alive."
"The dead should be transported to West Mountain for burial, and the survivors should be sent to the Heavenly Prison for interrogation by Judge Bao!"
"Your Highness, the Shence Battalion has located two pleasure boats in the assassins' stronghold, and a large number of weapons and armor have been found on board."
"All participating pleasure boats are registered with the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau). Investigate! Find out which brothel owns them. If found, immediately wipe them out, regardless of gender, and arrest them all!"
"Your Highness, a large number of weapons have been found in Fengling Pavilion, and it seems..."
"Seems what!" "
It seems to be hidden behind the seats in Nangong Dajia's... Green Jade Pavilion..."
"The chaos at Fenglin Pavilion just now must have been caused by assassins taking advantage of the situation to disrupt the search. Ignore them and continue searching!"
While waiting for news from underwater, reports kept coming in about the progress of eliminating the assassins. The Eighth Prince commanded with composure and without the slightest disorder, allowing Pang Yu to personally witness the ruthless methods of this usually leisurely and kind-hearted Uncle Eight when he got serious, except for the occasional underhanded trick to threaten his future son-in-law.
"Reporting to Your Highness!" Finally, after waiting for a full two incense sticks' worth of time, Qin Kai poked his head out again. ****
"How is it?" The Eighth Prince rushed to the edge of the boat, grabbed the railing, and leaned down to ask him.
"This humble general is incompetent, I can't find her..."
Pang Yu sighed, but his expression showed extreme indignation. He jumped onto the railing of the flying bridge and looked down: "Have you searched everywhere? Under the water? Under the rocks? And in the seaweed?"
"I searched, but I didn't see the female assassin." Qin Kai lowered his head and answered honestly.
"Keep searching!" For some reason, the Eighth Prince was unusually excited as he looked towards the bridge. "Expand the search area! Even if you have to turn Jinming Pond upside down, find the female assassin for me!"
"Yes!"
At this moment, Bao Zheng, standing beside the Eighth Prince, said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, apart from this female assassin, all the other rebels have been wiped out. Shouldn't we withdraw the army to avoid unrest in the capital?"
The Eighth Prince pondered for a moment, "Hmm, the Yang family army will withdraw first. Leave five thousand Imperial Guards to guard the area around Jinming Pond to prevent the female assassin from escaping. Also..."
The Eighth Prince reached into his robes and took out a golden scroll. It was an imperial edict!
"By imperial decree, although this year's Flower Queen Contest was interrupted due to unforeseen circumstances, the elegance and grace of each courtesan were witnessed by all the guests. The Flower Queen title shall be shared by Nan Gong of Lvqi Pavilion, Zou Xiyun of Qixiu Pavilion, and Hua Xiangrong of Pianxian Pavilion. So be it!"
Phoenix Island was sealed off on all sides. The guests who had just escaped from Fenglin Pavilion had not actually left the island. The Eighth Prince's voice carried far across the lake, and the crowd cheered.
Pang Yu then remembered that he had been so busy rescuing the Fairy Sister that he hadn't had time to protect Zou Xiyun. Now that she had won the Flower Queen title, he should fulfill his promise from that day.
"Xiyun, there's no time like the present. So let's... haha, find a place for you to calm your nerves tonight." He turned around with a lewd smile, but Zou Xiyun was nowhere to be seen on the flying bridge.
Not only Zou Xiyun, but Hua Xiangrong was also nowhere to be seen.
Pang Yu rushed to Nangong Qinyi, the only one still there, coughed twice, and then, adopting a gentlemanly demeanor, asked, "Sister Qinyi, have you seen where my Xiyun and Rongrong are?"
Nangong Qinyi, hearing his nonsensical question, showed a hint of disdain on her beautiful face and, of course, wouldn't tell him.
"Sister Qin Yi, congratulations! You've won the title four times in a row. Your beauty is renowned throughout the land, and your charm fills the capital." Pang Yu began to flatter with a fawning face. "Well... Your Majesty is wise and your reign will last forever. The three beauties share the title of Flower Queen. It's a win-win situation for everyone. Qin Yi... cough. Sister Nangong. I don't mean anything by it, I just want to find Xi Yun. To share the joy of winning the crown with her. She promised me. If I win the title of Flower Queen, she'll spend the night with me... cough, celebrate with me until dawn..."
There are some people in the world with such thick skin. Pang Yu has no sense of shame. He gestures and dances as he moves closer to Nangong Qin Yi Yun, seemingly prepared to resort to force if he can't get the answer out of her.
Nangong Qinyi was annoyed by his pestering, especially when she saw the Eighth Prince on the ship not far away stealing glances at her with a somewhat ambiguous smile. She quickly took two steps back to distance herself from him and said, "She left when we first reported that she hadn't found the female assassin, but you're still foolishly waiting here."
"Bang!" "Bang!" Just as she finished speaking, two horn cannons rose from the northwest corner of Jinming Pond, followed by a deafening cacophony and clamor. A white shadow could be vaguely seen flashing through the air.
"Northwest! The female assassin is in the northwest!"
"She broke through the first line of defense! The Imperial Guards suffered heavy casualties!"
"Quickly, go after her! Reinforce the brothers of the Imperial Guards!"
The voices came from afar, and the soldiers on the ships still on the water of Phoenix Island instantly erupted into chaos.
The Eighth Prince's expression changed drastically: "Quickly, the Dragon Cavalry and Tiger Guard Battalions, go and intercept them! Lord Bao, have your Kaifeng Prefecture troops flank them from the left! Chen Lin, Chai Gan, you and the Grand Tutor's men from the right..."
"Your Highness, please wait," the woman in the red cloak, addressed as "Marshal Mu," said decisively. "That female assassin was just hit by one of my arrows. Even if she had the strength to swim this far, she wouldn't have the strength to leap and dart through the encirclement. In my opinion, it's highly likely that someone is impersonating her!"
"Better safe than sorry! There aren't that many women with such high martial arts skills in the world!" The Eighth Prince waved his sleeves and ordered, "All troops, listen up! Half of the troops will follow me in pursuit. The rest will blockade all water and land within a five-mile radius of Jinming Pond. All guests must be searched and verified before passing through. Only exit is permitted; no entry is allowed!"
The troops dispatched to quell the remnants of the Southern Tang were all elite soldiers of the Song Dynasty. They moved swiftly upon receiving the order. After this commotion, even the timid guests were terrified. The courtesan had already been chosen by the Emperor, and no one wanted to stay any longer. They all retreated along the bridge, lining up for inspection, eager to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Phoenix Island, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, was now deserted in the blink of an eye.
Given Pang Yu's personality, he would have bravely and shamelessly "protected" Nangong Qinyi back to Luqixuan at this time, but he didn't. He didn't continue to ask about Hua Xiangrong and Zou Xiyun's whereabouts. He just stood alone on the bridge until the guests had gone far away, the imperial guards had withdrawn, and he was the only one left in the surrounding area.
From beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on the lake, unblinking.

Chapter 178 Holding the Fairy Sister, Fourth Brother Shooted

"Lord Marquis!" Long Wu's voice sounded from behind.
"Hmm, go and get my carriage over here." Pang Yu still stared at the water, without turning his head.
"This... the Grand Tutor ordered that I protect the Marquis closely, not leaving his side for even a moment."
"The Grand Tutor also told you to listen to me, go!"
"Yes." Long Wu agreed and disappeared in an instant.
Pang Yu stood at the bridgehead, looking at the shimmering water.
The eight hundred water ghosts were now conducting a second round of search in the center of the lake, about twenty feet away, while there was no movement around the flying bridge. No wonder. They searched the spot where the fairy sister fell into the water three times, turning over every inch of the surface, but they found nothing but blood. How could she still be hiding there?
Impossible?
Pang Yu curled a frivolous smile and jumped into the lake.
The water was cold, icy cold, but Pang Yu's blood was boiling.
He'd just rescued a beauty; wouldn't that be exhilarating?
He jumped into the water, not to inhale and dive down, but to swim directly beneath the flying bridge.
The flying bridge was wooden, with a very flat arc, and its construction was exquisite and sturdy. Every three to five meters or so, there were solid wooden foundations rising from the water. Where the foundations connected to the bridge deck, there were recesses forming small culverts. Unless you swam down to the bottom, it was difficult to see the situation inside from the side. Such a special structure would be impossible to detect from the outside unless you had investigated it thoroughly beforehand or were a bridge expert.
Pang Yu had never been here before, and he was certainly not a bridge expert. He guessed that there would be culvert-like places here where people could hide.
----The fairy sister fell into the lake right before his eyes, and then eight hundred water ghosts rushed to search right before his eyes. The surroundings were brightly lit, making the water surface as bright as day. He believed that under these circumstances, even if the fairy sister was not injured, even if she was an exceptionally good swimmer, it was impossible for her to swim out of the encirclement in such a short time!
Why couldn't he find her? He had searched three times and still couldn't find her. The answer was simple: after falling into the lake, the fairy maiden immediately swam to the flying bridge, jumped up, and hid in the culvert of the bridge.
Since the assassination attempt was premeditated, and dozens of people managed to break through numerous guards and storm into Fenglin Pavilion, the attackers must have thoroughly investigated the area around Jinming Pond. The fairy maiden was the primary assassin; how could she not know where to hide after the attack? She knew the safest place.
Pang Yu guessed that the fairy maiden was hiding in the culvert. Sure enough, when he swam to the bridge and looked up, he saw half of the fairy maiden's shimmering white sleeve hidden between the foundation and the bridge surface. However, before he could reach her, the heavily injured and exhausted fairy maiden had already fallen from the culvert into the lake with a "plop."
Pang Yu didn't hesitate. He quickly swam over to save her.
It was past midnight, and all around was pitch black. Even with his keen eyesight, Pang Yu could only roughly pinpoint the location of the Fairy Sister. After groping around for a while, he finally grasped something soft. The skin was extremely smooth—
don't misunderstand, what he grabbed wasn't a sensitive area, but the Fairy Sister's soft hands.
Her small hands were icy cold, devoid of any life. Pang Yu was startled and quickly pulled her close, through a thin layer of snow-white silk clothing. The Fairy Sister's slender, supple body was thus pulled into his arms. The elegant fragrance of orchids and musk wafted into his nostrils through the water, penetrating straight to his heart.
Perhaps the lake water was too cold, or perhaps she had lost her temperature after her injury, for the Fairy Sister's delicate body trembled slightly. Her mind seemed to have drifted away, and she relied only on her survival instinct to tightly clamp her beautiful legs around Pang Yu's waist, her icy body pressed against his, nestled close together. With each cough, two full, firm, yet warm and soft mounds against his chest bounced against him, a pleasurable sensation beyond description.
Being a gentleman, Pang Yu immediately reacted!
The fairy-like woman had fallen from a great height into deep water, and Pang Yu, in order to get her out of the water as quickly as possible, had to adopt a standing swimming posture, kicking his legs and head, but his hands were too weak to move freely.
The fairy-like woman clung to his back, her beautiful eyes closed, her cool cheeks and thin lips pressed against his neck, and her two alabaster breasts nestled against his chest. Even though he had already ejaculated five or six times that day, his groin suddenly hardened.
Youth, damn it, is wonderful!!!
As if to resist the icy cold of the lake water, this erection was particularly strong; his waterlogged crotch straightened and hardened, instantly reaching a slightly painful state. His hands were not entirely free, and before he could even shift his body and calm his mind, his erect penis pushed its way through the thin fabric of his trousers, gently plucking into a patch of exceptionally warm and tender flesh.
The lake water had almost completely soaked through the fabric, and with the slightest touch, he could clearly feel a fleshy, tender, slightly sunken spot between the fairy-like woman's legs. It was slightly protruding, with a shallow opening, like a tiny fold of flesh sealing the entrance. The front edge was layered, all soft, smooth, and incredibly delicate. At the tip was a small, slightly hard, yet firm, object, like a baby's finger, which initially slightly blocked the entrance, but as it squeezed in a little further, it seemed to become even more alluring.
The fairy-like woman was severely injured; although she had lost her mind, she continued to cough violently. With each spasm, that spot would spasm as if gently pecking at him, like a fish's mouth or clam meat, sucking at his most sensitive spot.
Fourth Brother, a vigorous and virile man, was eager to rescue the Fairy Sister from the water. Unable to lift her with his hands, he had to constantly paddle to maintain buoyancy. With each thrust of his hips and legs, he penetrated between her thighs, causing her to bounce up and down. A warm, sticky, and throbbing sensation gradually formed between her legs. His
surging, rounded male member pressed against her flesh, forcing its way into her thin trousers. The hard, egg-sized tip sent shivers down her spine, her crotch becoming moist and soon overflowing with moisture, even the fabric of her panties seeping out, vaguely revealing two peach-like mounds.
The member repeatedly touched her erect clitoris, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, a tingling, burning sensation.
The fairy sister, weakened by her injuries and dazed from the cold, instinctively clung to him for warmth, her round, trembling buttocks yielding to his touch. After a few coughs, her friction against Pang Yu's lower back was tingling, and he felt a faint urge to ejaculate. "
I didn't mean to! "
Pang Yu wanted to shout, but suddenly a string of bubbles rose up in front of him, rushing to the surface of the lake. The fairy sister, exhausted from her injuries, had reached her limit by holding her breath for such a short time.
To save her, he couldn't care less! In a moment of quick thinking, Pang Yu pulled the fairy sister even tighter, lowered his head, and covered her delicate lips with his own, passing air to her—he truly didn't mean to. Driven by the instinct for survival, the fairy sister, now unconscious, reciprocated by kissing him with her icy lips, greedily drawing in the air.
What an erotic scene! The fairy-like, untouchable goddess was nestled in his arms, their chests, abdomens, and thighs pressed together, perfectly aligned without a single gap. Her pink, cherry-like lips pressed against him, a passion born purely from the instinct for survival, far more potent than anything aphrodisiacs could ignite!
The eroticism didn't stop there. Beneath their tightly pressed bodies, the egg-sized hard object pushed through countless folds, as if tearing the protruding mound of flesh to its limit, even pressing the thin silk into the jade gate.
Despite this thin barrier, Pang Yu felt an unprecedented excitement. Though only separated by the thin silk, the fairy-like goddess's body possessed a unique, intoxicating quality—a thick, fleshy vulva. Even from the shallow entrance, he could feel its warm, tight embrace and receptive breath, more robust than the depths of an ordinary woman's vagina, as if it were alive itself, drawing him in waves of tingling pleasure. In a daze, he felt the urge to ejaculate.
He felt an unparalleled pleasure, and so did the fairy-like woman. Her pale cheeks flushed, and even in the water, the wanton sounds from her lips could not be concealed. Suddenly, she trembled violently, exhaling sharply, her cheeks flushed, and she choked. Her beautiful body arched like a boiled red shrimp, her limbs wrapped around him. Her delicate thighs, firm and elastic with the strength of someone who had practiced martial arts, contracted violently at the base of her thighs, unexpectedly taking the initiative and forcefully clamping down on his half-penetrated, hot, blunt tip.
Neither of them had removed their clothes, so the egg-sized tip could not penetrate completely. However, the silk cloth between her thighs was extremely thin and wet. With the fairy-like woman's forceful pinch, it felt as if the entire tip was stuffed into the overlapping gates of the thin silk padding. Waves of tight, smooth vaginal contractions enveloped the glans, as if a thousand tongues were moving simultaneously, blowing, sucking, and licking at the invading tip. Compared to the gentle friction outdoors, the pleasure was a hundred times more intense.
Pang Yu, gripped tightly by the fairy sister, felt an intense surge of pleasure coursing through his body. Unexpectedly, he reached his peak, his egg-sized, purplish-blue penis swelling even more than twice its original size, gushing forth against the silk cloth pressed into his core. Hot, thick fluid overflowed between the fairy sister's legs.
The fairy sister let out a soft "Mmm," raising her delicate neck and clinging tightly to his neck. She was finally awakened by the scalding heat of his essence, but her body remained weak, unable to break free. Her two breasts, with their firm, cherry-pit-like tips, pressed against his solid chest, her voice so sweet and delicate that even she herself couldn't believe it!
Pang Yu ejaculated fiercely, wave after wave, without pause, as if all his energy had been concentrated and released. The tip of his ejaculate seemed to be pressing against tiny, hard beads, surging out of his urethra. Each scrape was a slightly painful yet incredibly pleasurable sensation, a feeling he had never experienced before.
The most powerful spurt penetrated the silk, shooting thoroughly into the Fairy Sister's body, so hot that she awoke and then fainted again. Most of the remaining essence was blocked outside, flowing out in waves, trickling down her legs and forming a slightly cloudy, sticky trail in the water. The Fairy Sister surfaced, and as soon as her head emerged, the tingling and numbness from the violent ejaculation surged up, almost causing her to fall back into the lake—even when he was deliberately seduced by the Flower Fairy, he had never ejaculated so rapidly or so abundantly, giving him the illusion that his body had been completely drained!
Pang Yu gritted his teeth, forcing himself to carry the fairy sister to the lake shore, his mind almost spiraling out of control with drunkenness. Before he could even get up, he suddenly felt someone standing in front of him. It wasn't Long Wu in his familiar dark blue outfit. He struggled to look up at his face, and the first thing he saw was—two small mustaches!

Chapter 179: A Terrifying Checkpoint

Two small mustaches, two incredibly lewd mustaches! That was, of course, Ren Huang. He had clearly left just now, but he had somehow slipped back and was standing on the shore waiting for him!
"Brother Pang, you're being unfair." The most lecherous man in the Song Dynasty stood before him, looking down at Pang Yu with his shorter stature before Pang Yu could stand up after carrying the Fairy Sister ashore. "That's so unfair! You knew the female assassin was hiding in the water, but you didn't say anything earlier and waited until everyone was gone before going down to retrieve her. Did you want to keep all the credit for yourself? I don't care, everyone who finds her gets a share. I'll include you in any promotions and riches."
He grinned slyly, his eyes gleaming as if he had seen a mountain of gold and silver as a reward.
Pang Yu stood up, carrying the Fairy Sister's weak and injured body. He felt increasingly cold to the touch, like holding a block of ice. He was anxious to get her back for treatment and had no time to waste words with Ren Huang. He didn't even glance at him and said coldly.
"Five thousand strings of cash."
"That's not enough! This is a female assassin who tried to assassinate the Emperor..."
"Ten thousand strings!"
"She might have clues about the remnants of the Southern Tang. Getting her out of there would be a great achievement..."
"Twenty thousand!"
"That's still too little. Handing her over would easily get you a seventh-rank official position. A clean prefect for three years, one hundred thousand..."
"Fifty thousand strings of cash! Take it and shut your mouth. If you utter another word, I guarantee there will be an unidentified male corpse somewhere in the capital tomorrow!"
Hearing his harsh tone, Ren Huang panicked: "Hey, it can't be that bad! We're practically brothers, and you're only giving me fifty thousand to claim all the credit—ah, you, you, you...you're not planning to sell the female assassin off on your own, are you? That's an unforgivable crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family!"
Pang Yu, who had already been carrying the fairy sister towards the bridge, turned sharply when he heard Ren Huang's shout. His fierce, menacing eyes stared coldly at him: "Clever people often don't live long. Princess's servant, Ren Huang. Fighting an assassin who attacked the carriage, he died with seven stab wounds. A good title, isn't it?"
Ren Huang was glared at. Barely managing to hold on, Ren Huang panicked when he heard Pang Yu had even "arranged" his death. He forced a fawning smile and waved his hands repeatedly, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding! I'm a very loyal person, and I'm not greedy for money. What's so great about money? Right? The whole world... cough. Treating money like dirt is my character, the noblest character in the world."
When he became shameless, it was truly appalling. It was like the difference between a pyramid scheme operator and Madoff (the American financial fraudster who swindled 50 billion dollars)—one world apart!
Pang Yu snorted, "Do you think I'd believe that someone could keep a secret without taking any benefits?" He drew his knife as he spoke.
Ren Huang panicked even more, "Hey, hey, hey, you can't do this, brother! We're brothers! God! I have demands, demands. I won't keep the secret for nothing!"
"What demands?" In the distance, Pang Yu saw Long Wu's carriage approaching. He decided to give him ten more seconds. If the answer wasn't satisfactory, then sorry, there would soon be another floating corpse in Jinming Pond.
Ren Huang stroked his mustache, looking at him with pleading and begging eyes, his voice trembling with tears: "My... my princess's distant cousin, please take her in!" "Being a pimp, being a servant is an insult!"
In the carriage traveling along the flying bridge, Pang Yu couldn't help but curse.
"Huh? What pimp?" Ren Huang shook his head, looking at him questioningly, completely shameless.
"It's a bunch of ugly girls they have, nobody wants them, so they force them to solicit customers..." Pang Yu was too embarrassed to say more, wanting to punch someone but afraid of making too much noise and waking the sleeping fairy sister.
"Ugly?" "Are you kidding me? My princess's distant cousin is just a teenager, a beauty since childhood. Her mother was a famous beauty in the capital, and suitors practically wore down the threshold..." Ren Huang truly fulfilled his role as a pimp, incessantly praising the girl's virtues. Pang Yu could tell with a grain of salt that he was being sarcastic. Otherwise, a beautiful and adorable thirteen-year-old girl, related to the princess, would be highly sought after, needing a sleazy man to introduce her to him!
So when Ren Huang offered to introduce the princess's cousin to him, he flatly refused; when Ren Huang said introductions were too much trouble and he'd just send her to him directly, he still refused; finally, when Ren Huang offered to bring the girl over completely naked so he could see her before deciding whether to take her, he reluctantly agreed.
"Brother Ren, are you pretending to be stupid or do you really not understand?" Pang Yu lowered his voice and nudged him with his shoulder.
"Really... I'm not pretending to be stupid. " Ren Huang blinked, then stroked his sleazy mustache.
"You went to all this trouble to introduce your princess's distant cousin to me as a concubine. If your princess found out, wouldn't she skin you alive?"
"A concubine, a concubine, a concubine!?"
"Nonsense!" Pang Yu flicked him on the forehead. "A young hero like me has a bright future. If I were to become the head concubine, I'd have to be Nangong Qinyi, or... well." He glanced at the unconscious Fairy Sister.
She lay flat on the soft pillow, her tight-fitting silver-white night clothes soaked through, and illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the window—well, in Pang Yu's thieving eyes, she was practically transparent. Her slender arms, long, jade-like legs, and firm, full breasts, her alabaster-like back and fragrant skin—all were clearly visible beneath the thin gauze. That was the fairy body that had just been pressed tightly against him, allowing him to seize, pluck, and wantonly caress it!
Ren Huang didn't have his fourth brother's eye for beauty, but he was definitely an expert at appreciating women. At first glance, every pore of his body, even his bones, couldn't help but sigh inwardly. "A beautiful woman indeed, why did she become a thief!"
Her figure was incredibly slender, her waist so thin it could be encircled with a single hand, her shoulders delicate yet not bony, her exquisite breasts straining against her tight-fitting nightgown
. One could imagine the intoxicating, irresistible touch without even needing to touch her! This stunningly beautiful girl, lying there pale and exhausted after her serious injuries, still captivating him, was actually an assassin, a remnant of the Southern Tang dynasty! Even with the mobilization of all the capital's top experts, including the Yang family army, the naval forces of the two lakes, and even Mu Guiying herself, they couldn't stop her! A
beautiful woman indeed, why did she become a thief!
"Uh, if it were me, if I could choose her, I definitely wouldn't let anyone else take the lead."
"Then why did you keep introducing her to me?" "Pang Yuyi looked even more disdainful.
"Men, what man doesn't have affairs, take concubines, it's perfectly normal."
Ah, this is exactly what Fourth Brother likes.
Pang Yu's gaze towards him suddenly turned appreciative.
"Yes, yes, yes, a man who marries many wives. That's a skill. The man with the most wives in the world is none other than the Emperor, isn't he?"
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, the Emperor has many women, the Emperor is wise, long live the Emperor!"
The two chuckled lewdly, a certain lewd atmosphere rising in the carriage.
"Brother Ren, do you know why I wanted to save the female assassin?"
"You were lustful, you took a fancy to her." Ren Huang smiled slyly, hitting the nail on the head. "That's secondary. To tell you the truth, this female assassin once saved my Marquis's life from dozens of assassins from the Prince's faction. The Marquis is not one to forget kindness. And I am a very loyal servant of the Marquis, so the Marquis's benefactor is my benefactor. If the Marquis wants to repay the favor, then I must repay the favor. So even if it means risking my head, I must save her from danger!" Pang Yu spoke with righteous indignation. First, he shifted all the blame to the Marquis of Anle, whom no one dared touch except his brother-in-law, the Emperor (which was none other than himself), and then claimed the title of loyal subject.
He expected Ren Huang to give him a piece of his mind, but instead, the man just snorted, stroked his mustache, and muttered, "Well, another member of the Prince's faction. These bastards really know how to cause trouble, really..."
Noticing Pang Yu staring at him, Ren Huang quickly stopped, glancing at the fairy-like woman with a sneer: "Hey, is saving her really safe? Jinming Pond is completely surrounded, and all exits are checked by the Imperial Guards. If we get caught—brother, not only you, but even your master will be in deep trouble for harboring an assassin."
"What are you afraid of!" Pang Yu tossed his head.
"The Grand Tutor's carriage, the Marquis of Anle's chariot, who dares to check? Who is qualified to check? Who has the guts to check!!!" The Grand Tutor's carriage, the Marquis
of Anle's chariot, who dares to check? Who is qualified to check! Who has the guts to check!!
When Pang Yu shouted this, he was extremely arrogant and boastful, but soon, the harsh reality shattered his bold words. "
The Grand Tutor's carriage, the Marquis of Anle's chariot—Bao Heizi dares to investigate, the Eighth Prince is unworthy to investigate! The Yang Family Army has the guts to investigate!!!"
Traveling along the flying bridge, the first two checkpoints were easily cleared by Fourth Brother. The soldiers, upon seeing a carriage bearing the Grand Tutor's banner, didn't dare to inspect it or even ask questions, obediently letting it pass. The third checkpoint was a bit troublesome because it was the Yang Family Army, who had always been at odds with the Grand Tutor's Mansion. No matter what Long Wu said, they insisted on checking the carriage.
Fourth Brother was furious. "Damn it, this is disrespecting the Marquis of Anle! Have the people of Tianbo Mansion lost their minds!" Fortunately, Fourth Brother had the imperial decree granting him the title of Marquis with him. Using his silver tongue and the prestige of being the Emperor's brother-in-law, he managed to coerce and plead with the group of dim-witted Yang family soldiers to let them pass.
Fourth Brother, confident that everything was alright once they passed all the checkpoints, ordered Long Wu to quickly drive the carriage to take the Fairy Sister back to her residence for treatment. The Grand Tutor's carriage was, of course, no ordinary one; the four horses pulling it were all exceptional steeds,
incredibly fast. However, even the fastest couldn't outrun warhorses, especially those brought back from the frontier. Fourth Brother's carriage hadn't gone half a mile when a cloud of dust billowed behind them, and at least two hundred riders caught up, surrounding their carriage in the blink of an eye.
Damn it, these Yang family soldiers are still relentless!
Fourth Brother was furious. He flung open the carriage curtain and jumped down: "Hey, who's leading you? Come here!"
The well-trained Yang family cavalry spread out to both sides, and a tall horse emerged from the center. Its coat was as black as satin, gleaming with an oily sheen, except for its four hooves, which were as white as snow. On the horse sat a beautiful woman in a red cloak, with long, flowing hair and dark, arched eyebrows. It was none other than "Marshal Mu," who had just wounded the fairy-like beauty with an arrow.
"You... Mu Guiying!?" Pang Yu, who had been furious and ready to run someone over, immediately abandoned the idea when he saw the precious jade bow hanging on the horse's back. He should
have known better. Damn it, wasn't this the second-in-command of the Yang family's female generals, who was renowned for her martial arts skills in the opera?
"How dare you address the marshal by his name!" There were always people so stupid as to come out and berate Fourth Brother.
"You dare to be so bold! I'm the Marquis of Anle now, who can't I call out to?" Pang Yu straightened his back. When Wu Gongzheng shouted like that, he snatched the gavel from his hand and humiliated him in court; when Zhao Shiqing's subordinates shouted like that, he kicked them in the groin; but when it came to the elite cavalry of the Yang family army—a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, he just glared at them, he couldn't possibly charge in and beat them.
"Marquis of Anle." Mu Guiying bowed to him from her horse, "The Eighth Prince has ordered that all carriages leaving Jinming Pond must be searched, no one is exempt."
"Oh, I understand, I get it, but my carriage has already been searched. Commander Ye Gucheng of the Imperial Guards personally led the Shence Battalion brothers to search it. If you don't believe me, bring him here and ask him." Pang Yu lied through his teeth, fearless. Ye Gucheng was seriously injured by the Fairy Sister, and it was still a question of whether he was even awake. How could he find him? How could he ask him?
"You can search a second time if you've already searched," Mu Guiying said with a faint smile.
"What, a second time? On what grounds!" Pang Yu rolled his eyes and sneered, "On what grounds your Tianbo Mansion and our Grand Tutor's Mansion are at odds? On what grounds your Yang Family Army wants to settle personal scores and seize every opportunity to make things difficult for me!"
Thirty years ago, if anyone dared to shout like that at the young Mu Guiying, they would likely have three or five more bloody holes in their chests the next moment. Thirty years later, her temperament had become more shrewd with age, and her past impulsiveness had long been worn away. She smiled faintly on her horse and didn't respond to Pang Yu's words. If
she didn't respond, even if Pang Yu had a silver tongue, he couldn't change her mind. What could he do? Continuing to mock and ridicule was useless. Grand Marshal Mu ignored him, and the Yang Family cavalry surrounded them, refusing to move aside, until the Eighth Prince arrived.
The cunning uncle who could scare the entire Prince's faction into submission with just a glare was no match for Pang Yu. He wasn't afraid at all; that was his future father-in-law! Could he really arrest his son-in-law and send him to the executioner's block? He didn't want Nangong Qin Yi to acknowledge him as her father!
The problem was, the Eighth Prince was accompanied by Bao Zheng, the ruthless and heartless Bao Zheng.
If it were just Bao Zheng, he could still manage, but behind Bao Zheng was Ye Gucheng, who had arrived in a sedan chair.
Now, the lie was exposed, and
no matter how much Pang Yu bluffed, he couldn't stop them from searching the carriage. Mu Guiying was Mu Guiying; even on horseback, she casually swung her spear, and Long Wu couldn't even block it before the carriage curtain was lifted. The crowd rushed forward, and everyone paled! The
carriage was empty. "I laugh triumphantly, I laugh triumphantly as I watch Old Bao get tricked." Inside the speeding carriage, Fourth Brother hummed a smug tune. If he weren't afraid of waking the Fairy Sister with his loud laughter, he probably would have burst out laughing long ago. "Hey, hey, hey, don't just be so smug, you should thank me." Another lewd voice followed. "Thank you for what? I guessed they would come after us first!" Pang Yu glanced at him with utter disdain. "But if I hadn't gotten off the carriage halfway with the female assassin and found a place to hide, wouldn't you have been caught?" Ren Huang said smugly, as if he had accomplished a great feat, his shamelessness even surpassing that of Fourth Brother. "Hmph, what you did, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could do." Pang Yu almost hit him with a brick, saying disdainfully, "If there wasn't anyone else around, I would have sent that pig Chuixue instead of you." Even after being called "worse than a pig," Ren Huang still chuckled lewdly: "That's right, you're right, it's because there was no one else that my contribution is so great. Otherwise, even if you knew that the Yang family army wouldn't let the Grand Tutor's carriage go so easily, and that Bao Zheng and the Eighth Prince would follow, there was nothing you could do."

Pang Yu was nearly driven mad by this man's shamelessness and snobbery. Hitting him would be a loss of face—he was a marquis, he couldn't stoop to the level of a servant, right? Fourth Brother was helpless, truly helpless. He slapped his forehead, rubbing his forehead and forcing a bitter smile: "Fine, fine, you've done a great service, a great service! Tell me, what do you want? A reward? Fine—ten thousand or eight thousand to send a beggar away, Fourth Brother can afford it."
"Hey, hey, hey, you're mocking me for being a beggar? You're really shameless! I do good deeds without expecting anything in return. My character is excellent!"
"Then what are you talking about!" Pang Yu finally roared, truly unable to bear it any longer.
"Promise me something, and I won't say anything more."
"What is it?"
"Take my princess's sister in. Please—"
"Fourth Brother Pang, I'm leaving now. I'll bring the girl over for you to see in a few days. If you like her, take her in. I have high hopes for you." Finally, they arrived at the Grand Tutor's mansion. Ren Huang jumped out of the carriage. Before leaving, he shamelessly turned back to solicit customers. If it weren't for the fairy-like beauty in the car waiting for treatment, Pang Yu would have chased after him and beaten him to death! He'd
finally gotten rid of him, and his ears would finally be at peace. Pang Yu didn't have time to lament. He picked up the fairy-like beauty and rushed to the backyard. It was already late. Most of the maids and servants in the manor were asleep. Occasionally, a few night patrol guards saw the young master's most trusted confidant, the wise and mighty fourth brother, carrying a beautiful girl with long, flowing hair rushing towards Chunman Garden. Knowing he had just returned from the Flower Queen Competition, they guessed what he was doing carrying the girl back to her room. Who dared to interfere?
Pang Yu carried the fairy-like beauty back to his room, not caring that she was soaking wet. He simply placed her on his bed. Looking down, he saw that the fairy-like beauty's right shoulder, pierced by Mu Guiying's arrow, had stopped bleeding. However, it wasn't the blood that had congealed; rather, it seemed to have frozen. The touch of her fingertips was icy cold, like touching ice.
Her tight-fitting nightgown accentuated the slender curves of her waist and legs, her figure exquisitely sculpted. Her waist-length hair, like black satin, still held a few glistening water droplets at the ends. Reflected in the flickering lamplight, her beauty was beyond description. Her skin, not concealed by the thin veil, was so white it was almost translucent. Even on the verge of death, she remained breathtakingly beautiful, like a sculpture of jade.
Throughout history, the first thing to do after stopping a serious injury is to bandage the wound and then change into clean, tidy clothes. This is an unchanging truth. Especially for Pang Yu, a modern person who understands bacterial infection and viral transmission, it was even more important to quickly cleanse the fairy-like woman's body.
Lying down made it difficult to undress, so Pang Yu supported the fairy-like woman's slender waist, letting her lean against the pillows on the bed. He had been so focused on saving her underwater that he hadn't had the time or energy to think about anything else (he'd been too busy enjoying himself). Now, as he touched her firm, slender waist, even through the silk fabric, he could clearly feel the smoothness of her skin, as if it were coated with the finest pearl powder. Even the finest silk couldn't adhere to it, sliding away easily with a touch—it was softer than the finest silk satin.
He hurriedly helped her sit up, using a little too much force. The fairy-like woman frowned and let out a soft "oh," tilting her beautiful neck back. Her translucent skin revealed faint blue veins, her pink lips parted slightly, and she breathed softly, her unconscious appearance exceptionally captivating.
Pang Yu was inches away from her, his gaze sweeping over the fairy-like beauty's perfect neckline and collarbone. His entire being was captivated by the fragrant scent emanating from her skin; he felt an overwhelming sense of bliss in her embrace and the aroma. The wicked thoughts he had been forcibly suppressing suddenly erupted, becoming uncontrollable!
He took a deep breath, and with a trembling hand, he reached out, tracing his hand down her flat stomach…no, up, across her slender waist and full breasts, carefully removing the thin veil that covered her face.
The moment the veil slipped away, Pang Yu's breath caught in his throat!
He had imagined (or rather, fantasized) more than once what kind of breathtakingly beautiful face lay beneath the veil of the fairy maiden's ice-silk mask. But seeing it with his own eyes now, he realized that her ethereal beauty was beyond description; any addition or subtraction would ruin this divinely crafted face!
Pang Yu's gaze was fixed on her, a tightness in his chest tightening his ears, and his mind was filled with a stunned thought: Could she truly be a fairy descended from heaven?! With
the veil removed, the fairy maiden bathed in moonlight was no longer mysterious. Every inch of her skin, every inch of her face, was so real; her firm, beautiful figure was within reach, instantly arousing an irresistible desire within him!
Fourth Brother was a gentleman, possessing self-control. However, just as his "skill" in martial arts was utterly insignificant compared to the Fairy Sister's unparalleled martial arts prowess, his "self-control," when faced with the Fairy Sister's ethereal beauty, was like a soap bubble rising into the sky—it dissipated at the slightest touch.
He clenched his teeth, desperately trying to lower his gaze, attempting a final act of resistance. But what he saw was the Fairy Sister's lower abdomen, between her legs, a thin, white silk cloth soaked through, its surface faintly revealing a blush of skin, with fine hairs peeking through, and a narrow slit in the center, as if waiting to be peeled away…
His final resolve crumbled, and Pang Yu uncontrollably reached out to undo the Fairy Sister's clothes.
Faced with such breathtaking beauty, he admitted utter defeat.

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