[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 3

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Chapter Nine - Martial Arts Tournament for Marriage:

Leaving the Sea of Trees, both felt as if they had been transported to another world. At Ding Shenzhao's insistence, Jun Tianxie had no choice but to travel through the night towards "Life and Death Peak," this time naturally refraining from any further attempts to get lost.

The further they went, the stronger the uneasy feeling in Jun Tianxie's mind became. Finally, he couldn't help but stop a seemingly like-minded martial artist by the roadside and ask,

"Brother, do you know 'Life and Death Peak'...?"

Before Jun Tianxie could finish speaking, the man interrupted,

"You must also be going to 'Life and Death Peak' to watch the duel between Hero Long and the third-ranked martial artist in the world, right? I advise you not to make a wasted trip, as the duel has been postponed."

Ding Shenzhao exclaimed in surprise, "Postponed?!"

The man glared at the two of them, seemingly blaming them for their ignorance.

"This is already the most sensational news in the martial arts world, didn't you know?"

Jun Tianxie laughed, "We two brothers were only focused on getting to 'Life and Death Peak' as soon as possible, and forgot to keep an eye on the latest news."

The man, finding Jun Tianxie and Ding Shenzhao's appearances acceptable, patiently explained,

"Hero Long was injured while fighting the seven beasts of 'Underworld.' After learning this, the Third Under Heaven voluntarily announced that the duel would be postponed until Hero Long fully recovers."

Ding Shenzhao's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he murmured,

"What a brilliant Third Under Heaven..."

Jun Tianxie, however, secretly chuckled to himself. Only he knew the true reason for Long Bufei's injury.

But the Third Under Heaven's move was also very clever.

Postponing the duel not only showed the Third Under Heaven's magnanimity, indicating that he would not take advantage of someone in distress, but also made Long Bufei owe a favor. Even if he wasn't psychologically affected, he had already lost a point in terms of momentum.

The Third Under Heaven was indeed the Third Under Heaven; "King Yama" Jun Nitian had not chosen the wrong successor.

Jun Tianxie noticed the crowds on the road to "Life and Death Peak" were smaller than expected, leading him to suspect something had changed, and his deduction proved correct.

It seemed Lady Luck was still on his side.

Each lost in their own thoughts, the passerby they had stopped frowned impatiently and said:

"Have you finished asking? I'm leaving now."

Jun Tianxie hurriedly said, "I see you're quite well-informed, brother. Your hasty departure suggests something big has happened somewhere. To be honest, my brother and I are new to the martial world and just want to make a quick buck in a crowded place. We'd be incredibly grateful if you could point us in the right direction."

The man laughed, "You're quite clever, lad. Alright, I'll tell you. The young lady of 'Jinghua Hall' is holding a martial arts contest in 'Wuxi City' to find a husband. Judging from the young man behind you, he seems to have practiced martial arts for a few days. I suggest you try your luck there. Even if you don't become the prince consort, being selected as a bodyguard for 'Jinghua Hall' will be enough to ensure a comfortable life."

Jun Tianxie beamed, "I see. Thank you for your guidance, brother."

Jun Tianxie thanked the man profusely and saw him off, then turned to Ding Shenzhao excitedly and said:

"Brother, your golden opportunity to become famous has arrived."

Ding Shenzhao frowned slightly, puzzled.

"What great opportunity?"

Jun Tianxie clapped his hands and said, "Of course, it's a martial arts contest to find a husband! 'Jinghua Hall' is one of the top three powerful and influential families in the martial arts world. If you can win the contest, you'll definitely make a name for yourself!"

Ding Shenzhao shook his head and said, "What if I become the winner? Wouldn't I have to marry the young lady? I have no plans to get married right now."

Jun Tianxie used his silver tongue to say, "Even if you win the contest, you don't necessarily have to marry that young lady. You can pretend that you haven't achieved your goal and don't want to waste her youth, etc. In short, just 'delay' and 'cling,' as long as you can achieve your goal of becoming famous."

Ding Shenzhao was still hesitant: "Isn't that... a bit inappropriate?"

Jun Tianxie patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything as your brother. We'll play it by ear, and I won't let you suffer any losses."

Ding Shenzhao thought for a moment and finally made up his mind:

"Alright! As you see it."

Jun Tianxie revealed a bright and friendly smile, saying,

"That's more like my good brother."

The martial arts world is a place full of opportunities; every day, some rise to prominence, and many others sink.

"Using talent is the only way for any gang to survive and thrive.

" The "Jinghua Hall" was able to rise rapidly in just three years, becoming a powerful force that had influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles. Its leader, "Gold Master" Luo Fuguan, deserves immense credit

for this. He used methods bordering on swindling, combining with local forces to buy up essential commodities like salt, iron, and wine at low prices, and then resold them to other cities that needed them at ten times the original price, accumulating a vast fortune in a short period.

Predictably, such methods of making money would attract criticism and scrutiny, but money makes the world go round. With Luo Fuguan's generosity, building a private army that rivaled the government's was not difficult.

However, numbers don't necessarily guarantee victory over a true martial arts master. So, the quick-thinking Luo Fuguan devised another plan: a "martial arts contest to find a husband."

Under this guise, Luo Fuguan could easily gather people from all walks of life, and the most outstanding among them would become his son-in-law.

This was truly killing two birds with one stone.

Crowds flocked from all directions, completely overwhelming the already sizable "Wuxi City."

Even those not aiming to become the son-in-law of the "sugar daddy" Luo Fuguan wouldn't miss the chance to watch a spectacle.

This mentality resulted in concentric rings of people surrounding the magnificent arena erected by "Jinghua Hall," as if the entire population of "Wuxi City" had been condensed into one place. For newcomers to squeeze into the center would be harder than climbing to heaven.

Looking at the seemingly endless wall of people, Jun Tianxie could only sigh helplessly and smile wryly.

Ding Shenzhao's expression was also grave. Asking him to squeeze into such a crowd was worse than simply killing him with a sword.

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly at Ding Shenzhao, "It seems we're a step too late."

Ding Shenzhao almost blurted out "nonsense," but calmly replied,

"You were the one who said you wanted to try your luck, so of course you can come up with a solution."

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "When did I become a strategist?" Just as he was racking his brains for a plan, a pleasant voice rang out behind them.

"Would you two young brothers like to go to the edge of the arena?"

The two turned around in surprise, only to see a blue-robed man with striking features, a handsome mustache, and a carefree smile, greeting them.

It was none other than "The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao's every move was still as dashing and elegant as ever. He smiled faintly at the two,

"I also want to go to the edge of the arena to watch the battle, and may I give you two brothers a ride?"

Jun Tianxie remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was groaning.

Encountering this "lecherous wolf" who seems to follow any beautiful woman was an unexpected variable in his calculations.

Xiao Yao's gaze fell on Jun Tianxie's face, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he asked,

"Does this young brother recognize me?"

Jun Tianxie thought to himself that one of the Three Heroes was indeed no ordinary person; even the slightest difference in his appearance did not escape his notice.

Maintaining his composure, Jun Tianxie spoke in a completely natural tone:

"Of course we've never met before, but this gentleman's extraordinary aura has momentarily stunned me."

Xiao Yao smiled and said, "You two young brothers are truly exceptionally heroic; otherwise, I wouldn't have felt such a strong desire to befriend you upon first meeting."

Ding Shenzhao coldly asked, "Are you 'The Romantic Blade' Xiao Yao?"

In recent days, under Jun Tianxie's "tutelage," Ding Shenzhao had gained some knowledge of the more famous figures in the martial arts world, no longer the ignorant newcomer he once was.

Xiao Yao didn't take Ding Shenzhao's rudeness to heart at all. Instead, he smiled with appreciation and said,

"I wouldn't dare. I am Xiao Yao."

A glint flashed in Ding Shenzhao's eyes, and he said coldly,

"You are also one of my targets for challenge."

Xiao Yao spread his hands, his attitude naturally amicable, and said,

"Why challenge me? I'm just a carefree wanderer."

Ding Shenzhao said seriously, "Because you're very famous."

Xiao Yao showed an interested expression and said, "You want to be famous? Then you should go find Hero Long, or challenge the third-ranked hero in the world."

Ding Shenzhao said indifferently, "I was going to challenge them anyway, but now that I've met you, why bother going the long way around?"

If it were anyone else, they would have thought Ding Shenzhao was crazy or an idiot, but Xiao Yao didn't do that. He just smiled and looked Ding Shenzhao up and down for a while, and then said,

"Can't I be your friend instead of your enemy?"

Ding Shenzhao glanced at Jun Tianxie and said indifferently:

“I already have a brother, I don’t need any more friends.”

If it were anyone else, they would surely be deeply moved at this moment. Jun Tianxie was also moved, but it was because the effort he had put into Ding Shenzhao over the past few dozen days had not been in vain—this kid is teachable.

Xiao Yao shrugged and said, “That’s a real pity.”

Ding Shenzhao surprisingly agreed with him, saying, “Indeed, it’s a pity.

” Jun Tianxie then interjected, “A pity, a pity, it’s a pity this isn’t a good place to settle a fight.”

Xiao Yao clapped his hands and said, “Young brother, your words have awakened me from my dream. This is a martial arts contest for marriage, not a place for a life-or-death duel.”

Ding Shenzhao still wouldn’t let him off the hook, saying, “The location and the setting don’t make much of a difference.”

Xiao Yao smiled and said, “Then I’ll pretend I do. After today, I welcome your challenge anytime. How about we be friends for a day?”

Ding Shenzhao didn’t speak, but the fighting spirit in his eyes diminished considerably. Clearly, Xiao Yao’s demeanor had won him some favor.

Xiao Yao said, "Yes, I haven't yet asked your names?"

Jun Tianxie quickly answered, "My name is Jun San, and this is Ding Si."

Jun Tianxie pretended not to see Ding Shenzhao's surprised look. After all, Xiao Yao was a member of the "White Path Alliance," and if Xi Chunyu had already revealed that the list was in his hands, then the identity of "Jun Tianxie" should not be exposed now.

Xiao Yao smiled slightly, not caring at all about the obviously made-up name Jun Tianxie had made up , and said,

"Would you two like to get a closer look at the arena?"

Jun Tianxie and Ding Shenzhao answered in unison without hesitation,

"Of course."

As one of the Three Heroes, it was not difficult for Xiao Yao to get the crowd to make way for him, and seeing this further strengthened Ding Shenzhao's determination to become famous.

The three filed into the arena, their striking and distinctive auras attracting considerable attention. Xiao Yao remained composed and at ease, Ding Shenzhao seemed oblivious, while Jun Tianxie was the most uncomfortable, as being the center of attention was not his original plan.

Xiao Yao walked to the arena with his hands behind his back, glanced at the platform, and frowned, thinking,

"He's here too?"

A young man dressed entirely in black, with a cold and arrogant expression, had won five consecutive matches and was now fighting his sixth opponent.

Jun Tianxie noticed a spider embroidered in silver thread on the young man's chest and immediately recognized it as the unique symbol of the "Shura Hall," one of the seven factions of the alliance. The person before him couldn't be "Cold Shura" Dugu Bingxin, one of the Three Heroes; it must be his younger brother, "Little Shura" Dugu Hanxin. The

"Shura Hall" was considered one of the more controversial factions among the seven factions of the White Path Alliance.

The sect leader, "Dark Asura" Dugu Suiyu, was originally an assassin. He established his own sect based on his ruthless and practical killing techniques and the "Asura Undying Body," a martial arts skill ranking among the top three in the world. However, he disdained associating with evil sects, and his righteous indignation made him a formidable enemy of the Demonic Sect, consistently ranking among the top five on the "Most Killable" list.

Although Dugu Hanxin was not as skilled as his counterpart, "Cold Asura" Dugu Bingxin, one of the three heroes, he had still mastered over 50% of the "Asura Undying Body," making him a rising star.

His opponent was clearly no match for Dugu Hanxin, being knocked off the stage in less than ten moves, leaving with a sullen expression.

"Anyone else want to challenge?"

Dugu Hanxin's tone was arrogant, easily arousing dissatisfaction, but due to the difference in strength and the overwhelming prestige of the "Shura Hall," no challenger dared to step onto the stage, even after the referee announced it three times.

"I'll go!"

Ding Shenzhao, already itching for a fight, leaped up and landed on the stage before Jun Tianxie could stop him.

A glint flashed in Dugu Hanxin's eyes, clearly seeing that Ding Shenzhao was different from the previous challengers. He sneered,

"A greenhorn, trying to find a husband through martial arts?"

Although it was the oldest form of provocation, it was still a good way to test the enemy's strength, especially since Dugu Hanxin could see at a glance that Ding Shenzhao lacked experience in the martial world, making it even more effective.

Unexpectedly, Ding Shenzhao remained unmoved, calmly stating,

"I came here only to challenge you, it has nothing to do with the marriage proposal."

Dugu Hanxin frowned, but being from a prestigious family, he quickly regained his composure and said,

"Fine! State your name."

Ding Shenzhao replied irritably, "Ding Si."

Dugu Hanxin clearly didn't have Xiao Yao's composure, reacting slightly to the pseudonym "Ding Si." Although it was a very subtle reaction, it gave Ding Shenzhao the opportunity he wanted to strike.

His palm drew a semi-circle in front of his chest, following a mysterious trajectory imbued with the principles of heaven, slashing towards Dugu Hanxin.

Xiao Yao was shocked and exclaimed, "A hand slash?!"

The commonly known "hand slash" wasn't a particularly remarkable skill, but to be able to unleash blade energy from one's bare palm like Ding Shenzhao, truly reaching the point where the hand becomes a "blade," was something no ordinary swordsman could achieve, especially considering Ding Shenzhao was so young.

Even the last trace of underestimation on Dugu Hanxin's face vanished, replaced by an extremely cautious expression, clearly indicating that he now considered Ding Shenzhao a true enemy.

Just as Ding Shenzhao's "hand chop" was about to strike his face, Dugu Hanxin suddenly lowered his body, his spider-like limbs touching the ground, and then rapidly spun around, parrying and striking simultaneously, his claw-like movements like a wheel sweeping back.

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "It's the 'Asura Earth Tribulation Claw'! This kid Dugu is showing his true skills. I'll take this opportunity to see my brother's true strength."

Ding Shenzhao was moved and said, "Good!"

He gripped the swords on his back with a backhand, and with a "clang," they were drawn simultaneously. The "Grass-Binding Sword" and "Ring-Holding Blade" given to him by the strange man from the Tree Sea felt like a pair of wings formed from the swords in his hands.

A strange and incomparable feeling welled up in Ding Shenzhao's heart. These swords were like extensions of his limbs, and he felt no discomfort in his hands. He couldn't even feel their weight, as if they had become one with him. He

smiled casually, and the swords moved.

The sword and blade became wings, conjuring a net of sword shadows in the air that was even more mysterious and dense than the "Earthly Calamity Claws," which poured down towards Dugu Hanxin like a celestial river.

Dugu Hanxin was greatly surprised, but he remained calm in the face of danger. He retracted the net of claws and formed it into a shield, thinking to himself, "With your pair of broken copper and scrap iron, you won't be able to cut through my 'Asura Undying Body'." Sword

, blade, and claws clashed head-on.

"Clang!"

Dugu Hanxin stared in shock at the wounds that had slashed his arms, extending from his tiger's mouth to his shoulders. Facing Ding Shenzhao's swords, the "Asura Undying Body" was as fragile as paper.

Even more astonished was Jun Tianxie; those seemingly unremarkable swords were truly peerless divine weapons. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

Dugu Hanxin, his face ashen, sealed the acupoints on his arms to prevent further bleeding, but this was tantamount to surrendering his ability to fight.

"I lost."

These words caused an uproar. "Little Asura" Dugu Hanxin had actually lost to an unknown youth—a result no one had anticipated.

Ding Shenzhao showed no joy, calmly saying,

"I relied on the advantage of my weapon; my victory was dishonorable."

Dugu Hanxin displayed the demeanor of a noble family, slightly smugly replying,

"A defeat is a defeat. Why would I, Dugu Hanxin, make excuses?"

Ding Shenzhao was taken aback, unsure what to say, when Dugu Hanxin turned his back and walked off the stage.

The audience, finally snapping out of

their daze, erupted in thunderous applause. Ding Shenzhao, receiving the cheers of victory for the first time, was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, unsure of what to feel.

Jun Tianxie paid close attention to Xiao Yao's reaction; a smile remained on his face, yet his true thoughts remained unreadable.

"Does anyone else wish to challenge this… uh… Fourth Young Master Ding?"

The referee, as usual, called for the next challenger, but after witnessing Ding Shenzhao's easy victory over Dugu Hanxin, naturally no one dared to step forward and risk humiliation.

"Then I hereby declare Fourth Young Master Ding the final winner of the martial arts contest for marriage."

Another roar of applause filled the air. To become the son-in-law of the "sugar daddy" Luo Fuguan was like ascending to a phoenix's throne, a position that inspired both admiration and envy.

Unexpectedly, Ding Shenzhao shook his head at this moment and said,

"I only came here to compete in martial arts. I have absolutely no interest in any kind of marriage contest."

Upon hearing this, the referee was immediately stunned, and it took him a while to react before saying,

"This... how can this be...?"

Ding Shenzhao said apologetically, "I believe Miss Luo will definitely find a more suitable partner than me. I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry."

After saying that, he used his lightness skill, soaring over the heads of the crowd like a roc. In a few leaps, he disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a bewildered crowd and a referee on the stage who looked ashen-faced.

Xiao Yao smiled and said to Jun Tianxie, "Your Brother Ding is really quite unique."

Jun Tianxie could only respond with a wry smile.

The martial arts contest for a bride ended in what seemed like an unexpected farce. "Jinghua Hall" suffered a humiliating defeat, losing both face and resources. Naturally, they harbored deep hatred for "Ding Si," the instigator. Enraged, Luo Fuguan immediately issued a public notice: anyone who could bring "Ding Si" to him, dead or alive, would be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold.

Ding Shenzhao had suddenly become a wanted criminal worth a thousand taels of gold—something he probably hadn't anticipated.

Before the commotion began, Jun Tianxie had quietly left the crowd. Xiao Yao must have seen him, but made no attempt to stop him.

He wasn't in a hurry to find Ding Shenzhao; besides having other business to attend to, his wild instincts would likely make it easier for Ding Shenzhao to come to him.

He hadn't tasted blood for several days.

Just as Jun Tianxie was wandering the streets searching for "prey," a woman caught his attention.

The woman was in her early thirties, with a voluptuous figure and beautiful features, truly embodying the saying, "A woman past her prime, yet still alluring." Her slender waist, rounded hips, and full, firm breasts made Jun Tianxie almost feel a surge of blood rushing to his lower body.

For some reason, he was particularly attracted to women of this age.

The woman felt the burning gaze on her face, looked up, and their eyes met. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, thinking,

"Why is this young man's gaze so wicked?"

But despite her thoughts, her heart pounded uncontrollably, and her face flushed slightly.

Jun Tianxie smiled slightly and walked towards the woman, making her heart leap into her throat. He casually walked past her and disappeared into the crowd,

leaving the woman standing there, stunned, unsure whether to feel relief or disappointment.

Jun Tianxie walked alone on the street for a long time, his smile never changing.

People came and went, and no one noticed that his fingers were clenched tightly, and blood was seeping from his fists.

Jun Tianxie looked up at the sky, and the white clouds, driven by his longing, gradually transformed into a peerless, beautiful face.

It was his mother's face.

Chapter Ten - The Second Personality

A flawless, bright, round jade plate hung high in the center of the night sky, quietly radiating silvery moonlight.

The moonlight cast Ding Shenzhao's body into a long, slanted shadow, projected onto the jagged rocks.

His movements were as nimble as a fox, using the terrain for cover, moving swiftly in the night, yet without making a sound.

This wasn't some master's teaching of lightness skills, but rather a movement technique he had completely learned from everyday life.

Suddenly, a dark shadow pounced on Ding Shenzhao like a bat. Without thinking, as he shifted his position, a cold, lightning-like flash of light appeared from his "Grass-Knotting Sword."

Two figures swiftly passed each other.

The attacking figure shuddered and fell to the ground with a thud. Upon closer inspection, a pinhole-sized bloody hole could be seen in his throat, stained a glaring crimson.

Ding Shenzhao's expression remained unchanged, like a cold, unyielding rock. He didn't even glance at the dead man on the ground, retreating and quickly disappearing into the shadow of the rock.

The moon, at that very moment, hid behind the dark clouds in the sky, as if unable to bear witnessing the cruel killings of the world.

"Good lad!"

A sharp spitting sound appeared as Ding Shenzhao disappeared, followed by a figure that seemed to have emerged from the darkest hell, a silver spider embroidered on his chest, appearing eerie and mysterious.

It was none other than "Little Asura" Dugu Hanxin.

Two men followed behind him, both bearing the same insignia on their chests, their expressions so cold they seemed like identical copies.

Dugu Hanxin glanced at the corpse on the ground and scoffed,

"A single sword to the throat, swift and precise. It's a real shame this kid isn't an assassin."

The man to his left spoke up, "Our gang has already sacrificed three level-two assassins to capture this kid."

Dugu Hanxin raised an eyebrow and said, "Song Shixun, are you implying dissatisfaction with my decision?"

The man in black, addressed as Song Shixun, replied, "This subordinate wouldn't dare," but there was no trace of fear in his tone.

"Shixun" was the honorific title used by the "Shura Hall" for its instructors. Those qualified to be called Shixun had rendered countless meritorious services to the "Shura Hall," were personally granted the position by the hall master, and possessed a transcendent status and identity. Therefore, even though Dugu Hanxin was the second young master, the other party could still disregard his authority.

Dugu Hanxin took a deep breath and softened his tone, saying,

"Although I accepted the commission from 'Jinghua Hall,' I didn't come with a purely vengeful mindset. This kid has a mysterious background and exceptional skills; he's very likely a newly trained young master from the Demonic Sect. If we don't eliminate him before he becomes too powerful, there will be endless trouble later."

Song Shixun remained silent upon hearing this. Another man in black standing beside him said,

"What the Second Young Master says isn't without merit, but to kill someone based solely on conjecture seems to contradict our hall's consistent principles. I suggest we capture him alive first and then hand him over to the Ministry of Justice within the hall for further investigation into his identity and background."

Dugu Hanxin knew that the two still had reservations. Although dissatisfied, it wasn't advisable to directly confront them at this moment. He nodded coldly and said,

"We'll follow Chen Shixun's suggestion. No matter how many men we sacrifice, we must capture that kid."

The two Shixun exchanged glances, both seeing the other's disapproval, but they also understood that Dugu Hanxin wouldn't back down on this matter any further, so they could only reply:

"Yes, sir."

Ding Shenzhao's figure suddenly emerged from behind the rock, the two swords on his back simultaneously unsheathed, casting two streaks of silver light, symbolizing the demise of two opposing lives.

This killing was not his wish, but a necessity for survival.

When he defeated Dugu Hanxin, he had sensed the opponent's murderous intent, which was different from his outward appearance. To avoid implicating his "brother," Jun Tianxie, he had no choice but to leave the scene immediately. He would take responsibility

for his actions.

However, the fact that the "Shura Hall," a renowned pillar of the righteous path, would be so sore losers, and so despicable in mobilizing so many forces just to kill him alone, was enough to completely change Ding Shenzhao's impression of "reputable sects."

I will not offend others unless they offend me.

If they offend me, I will kill them.

As the two level-two assassins who had surrounded him fell dead, Ding Shenzhao didn't stop. He whirled around like a whirlwind, thrusting his sword backhand, piercing the body of another assassin who tried to ambush him. He then swiftly withdrew the sword. All the movements were completed in a split second, yet they were as graceful as a dance. Not even a drop of the gushing blood splashed onto him.

"Clang!"

The knotted grass and the ring were back on his back, and Ding Shenzhao retreated into the darkness.

Outnumbered, a quick strike and retreat was the best strategy.

After another short but fierce battle, Ding Shenzhao's mind was now focused on something completely unrelated to the bloodshed before him.

"I wonder how Tianxie is doing?"

he thought.

Under the same low-hanging night sky, beneath the city's calm and glamorous exterior lay countless unseen evils.

Just a glance exchanged during the day seemed to have activated a switch within him. Once the mature body was ignited with desire, it was impossible to extinguish it easily.

"Ah...ah..."

The breathy, blush-inducing sounds came from the woman Jun Tianxie had encountered on the street earlier that day. Now, she lay on her bed, one hand caressing her round, plump breasts by the edge of her bodice, the other sliding down to her genitals, kneading her full thighs. Her desire for satisfaction burned like a raging fire, almost drying her body.

"Ah...I...what's wrong with me...?"

The woman's cheeks flushed, her brows furrowed, her thighs writhing restlessly under the intense stimulation of fingers.

"How could I...do such...lewd things...ah...no..."

Though she said this, the thought of the lewd gaze of the strange young man earlier that day only fueled her movements, making them even more intense.

"Oh...no...it's almost here..."

Lost in the erotic atmosphere, the woman quickened her pace, oblivious to the approaching figure in the shadows.

The shadowy figure silently embraced the voluptuous body on the bed, startling the woman. She struggled in terror, about to scream for help, when a large hand immediately covered her mouth.

"Don't scream! Or I'll kill you!"

"Ugh...it's...it's you...!"

The shadowy figure brought its face close to the woman's, allowing her to recognize the newcomer—it was indeed the boy from earlier that day, but with a slight difference. His once innocent yet slightly sinister face now seemed completely different, chilling, ruthless, and murderous, his eyes filled with the ruthless gaze of a wild beast, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ugh!...Ugh...!"

The woman felt like a lamb falling into the jaws of wolves, driven by her survival instincts, twisting her body and whimpering pitifully.

"You slut! Didn't you hear me tell you to shut up?"

Jun Tianxie slapped the woman without any hesitation. He seemed to have completely lost his mercy, the slap leaving her seeing stars and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"If you dare utter another word, I'll kill you right now!"

Jun Tianxie's ruthless gaze made the woman realize that he was not joking, but meant what he said. She could only nod in fear, which made Jun Tianxie reveal a satisfied and cruel smile.

"That's right, cooperate obediently, and I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure."

With that, he tore off the woman's last piece of clothing, her bodice, and her two round and alluring breasts immediately sprang out.

"Ugh...!"

The woman let out a shameful groan, her body twisting restlessly, yet she dared not resist.

Jun Tianxie stared at the woman's snow-white, voluptuous body, his eyes gleaming with lewd light. He chuckled,

"I didn't realize you were so old. Your body is still so alluring. It's truly remarkable."

These words made the woman blush even more. She sobbed,

"Please...please spare me! I'm a married woman..."

Jun Tianxie smiled disdainfully, "If your husband could satisfy you, you wouldn't have acted like a bitch in heat just now."

Jun Tianxie's words made the woman feel dizzy.

"You...you saw everything...!"

Jun Tianxie sneered, "I saw everything clearly. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate obediently, I won't tell anyone what I saw."

Jun Tianxie accurately struck the woman's weak spot. Sure enough, a look of shame and despair appeared on her face. After a moment of hesitation, she said,

"What...what do you want...?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

Jun

Tianxie roared, laughing wildly as he thrust even harder between the woman's plump, fleshy legs.

He didn't know how long he'd been doing this, but the woman was now like a tattered rag doll, covered in wounds, unable to even scream, only letting out muffled moans. Her legs were swollen and red from the brutal penetration, blood mixed with large amounts of vaginal fluid, creating a gruesome sight.

Feeling the flesh between his legs gradually cooling, Jun Tianxie finally stopped his abusive actions, looking at the woman's now lifeless eyes, and grumbled with dissatisfaction:

"What? You can't even handle this!"

His gaze changed again, from its previous coldness to confusion, and then back to clarity. When his expression returned to the "Jun Tianxie" we knew, he seemed startled by the horrific scene before him, taking two steps back in a panic. Looking at the lifeless female body on the bed, he said,

"Where...where am I? How did I get here?"

He seemed bewildered, as if he had forgotten everything he had done. His usual shrewdness had vanished, and despite his desperate attempts to recall, he couldn't remember what had happened.

"I remember being on the street...and then...everything went blank, and then I was here."

Jun Tianxie's gaze returned to the face of the corpse on the bed, the pieces of his memory piecing together a face he had seen during the day. Then, a look of sudden realization dawned on him, and he said through gritted teeth,

"So that's it! I understand..."

His eyes were incredibly complex, a mixture of fear, hatred, and regret.

"It was you who did this! Yu Tianxie!"

(Chapter 1,

Volume 2, Bloodbath Against the Asura)

As night turned to dawn, a battle that had lasted for most of the night was finally coming to an end.

Ding Shenzhao stood atop a mound, his body covered in countless crisscrossing wounds, some already scabbed over, others still bleeding. His legs were trembling, barely supported by the sword in his hands.

At this moment, Ding Shenzhao looked like a demon warrior risen from hell.

"Good lad...! You really shouldn't be underestimated!"

Song Shixun couldn't help but exclaim, watching his disciples, whom he had personally trained, being killed one by one by the boy before him, who was not yet twenty years old. Despite facing overwhelming odds, the boy had used his beast-like instincts to turn the tables, becoming the hunter and inflicting heavy losses on his opponents.

However, after a night of bloody battle, such bravado seemed to have reached its limit.

Chen Shixun, standing beside him, shared the same feeling, but besides surprise, he also felt a surge of anger: "Twenty-seven 'Shura Hall' disciples' lives! Kid, even tearing you to pieces wouldn't be enough to compensate!"

Ding Shenzhao remained silent, his face cold and sullen, but his expression seemed to be making a silent protest: Weren't your people the ones who attacked first? I was merely forced to defend myself.

Although Ding Shenzhao didn't say these words aloud, the two instructors inexplicably felt this way, as if the boy's eyes could speak.

Song Shixun sighed and said to the wild leopard-like boy before him: "Your injuries are severe; you are no match for the two of us. Disarm and surrender, and I guarantee you will receive a fair judgment in this hall."

"Fair?" A glint of utter mockery appeared in Ding Shenzhao's eyes.

"You, who bully the many with the few, dare to talk to me about fairness?"

Song Shixun was speechless at the rebuttal, while Chen Shixun angrily retorted, "Boy! You won't listen to reason, you're asking for death!"

Ding Shenzhao smiled, raised his swords and pointed them at the two men, saying, "Come on! What's the point of all this nonsense?"

Song Shixun knew that there was no other way to subdue this young man except through violence. Although he was extremely reluctant to do so, Ding Shenzhao had killed so many disciples of the "Shura Hall." If he allowed him to leave unscathed, how could he save face? Left with no other choice, Song Shixun turned to Chen Shixun and said, "Brother Chen, just cripple this boy's meridians, try not to take his life."

Chen Shixun frowned and said, "Brother Song, even now you still..."

Song Shixun said in a deep voice, "Brother Chen, just this once, please listen to me."

Chen Shixun hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded helplessly and said, "Alright."

Song Shixun flicked his sleeve, stepped forward, and said, "I'll go first, Brother Chen, please cover me."

He valued his status and was unwilling to fight two against one after Ding Shenzhao had already suffered multiple injuries in the battle.

Chen Shixun nodded to show he understood and said, "Brother Song, please be careful. Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall. This kid has amazing stamina, don't underestimate him."

Song Shixun smiled bitterly and said, "I understand."

Ding Shenzhao had been silently watching the two men's every move until Song Shixun was five steps away from him, and then he stopped.

Ding Shenzhao's pupils narrowed. Five steps—just outside the range of his sword strikes. Song Shixun's display of skill demonstrated his keen eyesight, and his cultivation surpassed even "Little Asura" Dugu Hanxin.

Song Shixun stared at him and said, "You're injured. To avoid accusations of unfair victory and bullying a junior, I'll give you three moves. Make your move."

Ding Shenzhao's expression remained unchanged. His will was unwavering, unshaken by any circumstances. He slowly raised his "Grass-Binding Sword" and "Ring-Holding Blade," a palpable killing intent emanating from him, pressing directly towards Song Shixun.

Song Shixun raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise on his face. He was clearly astonished that Ding Shenzhao still possessed such strength after a prolonged battle; this young man seemed made of iron.

Song Shixun knew that if Ding Shenzhao were allowed to build up his momentum, defeating him would be extremely difficult. However, he had already agreed to wait for the other to strike first, and couldn't help but lament his own predicament.

Unexpectedly, Ding Shenzhao sensed his weakening momentum and leaped up like a leopard, his sword flashing like a meteor as it pierced through space, aiming for Song Shixun.

Song Shixun shouted, "Good!" He composed himself and dodged the sword.

Before Ding Shenzhao even landed, he turned and drew his blade.

Song Shixun said, "Second move!" He took a deep breath and actually moved back three zhang, dodging the blade again.

Having failed in two consecutive moves, only one move remained. Ding Shenzhao moved both arms simultaneously, his sword and blade striking at the same time.

"Third move!" Song Shixun shouted, spinning rapidly like a top, his legs kicking out, striking the blade and sword squarely with a "bang," causing Ding Shenzhao to shudder and halt his attack. He could no longer use his third move.

Song Shixun said, "Three moves have passed, be careful..."

Song Shixun didn't have time to finish his sentence, because only then did he realize that he had made a fatal mistake. He underestimated Ding Shenzhao. His three feigned weakness were merely a defensive opening, and because of his underestimation, that opening was now exposed.

Ding Shenzhao struck, having waited patiently, and finally found the opening he sought. Song Shixun's waist was exposed to him as if completely defenseless. His blade traced a graceful arc in the air before striking Song Shixun, who felt no pain whatsoever, as if he were a master butcher. A gushing stream

of blood spurted from Song Shixun's waist, his face contorted in terror, and he fell backward. It all happened so fast that Chen Shixun had no time to intervene. By the time he realized what was happening, his companion lay in a pool of blood.

"Brother Song! You wretched brat! I'll kill you!"

Enraged by Song Shixun's death, Chen Shixun blamed Ding Shenzhao entirely, unleashing a torrent of internal energy with both palms, aiming to kill him.

Ding Shenzhao wore a bitter smile. Although he could defeat his enemies, it was by taking advantage of their carelessness. Even so, it had aggravated his existing injuries, leaving him with less than half his power. Facing the furious Chen Shixun and the still-unseen Dugu Hanxin, the situation was far from optimistic. Suddenly,

Ding Shenzhao thrust his sword into the ground, then slashed upwards, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris. As the dust obscured Chen Shixun's vision, he vanished without a trace.

Chen Shixun roared, "A mere illusion? You think you can stop me?" He unleashed a barrage of powerful palm strikes in all directions, scattering the dust and debris while simultaneously channeling his internal energy to protect himself from any potential sneak attacks.

Just as the sand and dust were about to settle, Ding Shenzhao suddenly appeared before Chen Shixun, raising his sword.

Chen Shixun took this strike as Ding Shenzhao's last desperate struggle; his self-created ultimate technique, the "Heaven-Mending Palm," was confident it could kill him before the blade reached him. The energy threads of the "Heaven-Mending Palm" enveloped Ding Shenzhao like a giant net, while his other palm gathered power, ready to deliver a fatal blow once the latter was trapped and unable to move.

But at that moment, Ding Shenzhao shouted, "Sword Spin!"

The "Grass-Knotting Sword" began to spin in his hand against all reason, forming a perfect circle that shattered the Heaven-Mending Palm's energy net. At the same time, his left-hand sword slipped through the gap and pierced Chen Shixun's heart.

"How...how is this possible...?" Chen Shixun's face showed a look of utter disbelief, and he fell backward.

Ding Shenzhao knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his upper body soaked in sweat. Only he knew how perilous this battle had been; if that move had gone slightly wrong, he would have been the one to die.

The "Sword and Blade Whirl" technique had almost completely exhausted his internal energy; he didn't even have the strength to stand.

Sparse applause came from above. Ding Shenzhao looked up and saw Dugu Hanxin clapping at him with a nauseating smile.

"Good! To kill two masters of the 'Shura Hall' in one fell swoop, kid, you have the qualifications to become famous in the martial arts world. It's just a pity you're going to die young today; your fame will have to wait until your next life." His tone was like the spider embroidered on his chest, both cruel and chilling.

Ding Shenzhao stared coldly at him, his eyes devoid of any fear or pleading.

"You're sending these people to their deaths just to wear me down?"

Dugu Hanxin chuckled. "Indeed a clever man, but clever men usually die young."

Ding Shenzhao said calmly, "Is that what you think?"

Dugu Hanxin's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling murderous aura. "It seems you're not suited to be an assassin. Otherwise, you'd know I wouldn't give you time to recover. Trying to stall with words is a waste of energy."

"Shura Hall" was, after all, the headquarters of assassins; the tricks Ding Shenzhao played were child's play to him.

Ding Shenzhao, though sweating profusely, still sneered, "Then come on, what are you waiting for?"

Dugu Hanxin coldly laughed, "No rush..." Before he finished speaking, he attacked.

Fearing Ding Shenzhao might still have the strength for a final counterattack, he dared not attack closely, instead unleashing the "Dark Shura," Dugu Suiyu's secret weapon passed down only to his sons—the Shura Shuttle!

Three rhomboid shuttles shot towards Ding Shenzhao with uneven force and speed. These seemingly random weapons possessed a mysterious pull, their angles and directions constantly adjusting with their trajectory, until even their master didn't know where they would strike the enemy. It was certain that the Shura Shuttles had never missed; those who had witnessed their shadows were no longer alive.

Such a deadly weapon could not be revealed lightly, which was why Dugu Hanxin hadn't used it against Ding Shenzhao on the arena. Now, however, there was no need for such restraint.

The Shura Shuttles, reaching within a foot of Ding Shenzhao, suddenly collided with him without warning, then ricocheted off towards his head, chest, and throat—three vital points. This bizarre and unpredictable change meant that the heavily injured Ding Shenzhao had no chance of evading them. This despicable brat who had humiliated him in front of everyone would finally die by his hand.

As Dugu Hanxin had expected, Ding Shenzhao truly couldn't avoid it. In fact, he had no intention of dodging at all. He merely wore a complex and unreadable expression and sighed, "Why did you have to come?"

Just as an ominous thought arose in Dugu Hanxin's mind, a figure pounced from behind him, launching three pebbles into the air, which, surprisingly, struck down Dugu Hanxin's prized Shura Shuttle.

The newcomer laughed loudly, "How could I not come?"

Still shaken, Dugu Hanxin saw a young man with a sinister smile float down like a cloud before Ding Shenzhao. Although his smile didn't convey hostility, his eyes held a calm yet resolute killing intent.

The newcomer was none other than Jun Tianxie.

Without turning his head, Jun Tianxie reached behind him and said, "Lend me your sword."

Ding Shenzhao's "Grass-Binding Sword" fell into Jun Tianxie's palm as if drawn by an invisible rope. He gripped the hilt with his five fingers, his expression immediately becoming stern and unapproachable. He thrust the sword at Dugu Hanxin.

This sword strike was neither fast nor slow, yet it carried a Zen-like state of "emptiness of the four elements" from Buddhism, and even a "belief" that viewed killing as salvation. Dugu Hanxin watched the sword thrust towards him, but seemed to be sleepwalking, showing a blank and confused expression, as if he couldn't see the sword at all.

Jun Tianxie's sword did not hesitate, piercing Dugu Hanxin's heart without the slightest deviation.

Dugu Hanxin's body trembled, as if jolted awake from a dream by excruciating pain. His eyes widened in disbelief as he cried out, "How...how could this be...?!"

Jun Tianxie sighed, "Why are all the supporting characters' dying lines the same? There's no originality at all."

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Dugu Hanxin's mouth, adding to the venomous expression on his face as he cried, "Father and...elder brother...will definitely...avenge me...!"

Jun Tianxie shook his head, "Anyway, you won't see it, will you?"

With that, he drew his sword, and a fountain of blood gushed from Dugu Hanxin's chest, simultaneously taking his life force. With a face full of resentment and regret, Dugu Hanxin died, at the young age of twenty-four.

Jun Tianxie turned and shoved the sword into Ding Shenzhao's hand, helping him up and laughing, "Brother, your sword truly is a peerless divine weapon. Even a master like Dugu Hanxin was intimidated by the killing intent emanating from it, standing there dumbfounded, waiting to die."

Ding Shenzhao shook his head, "What prevented him from dodging wasn't the killing intent on the sword, but you."

Jun Tianxie laughed heartily, "Brother, you're joking again. How could I have such ability? Or perhaps Dugu Hanxin played too much last night and his legs went weak, which is why he couldn't dodge my tortoise-slow sword." "A sword strike."

Ding Shenzhao shook his head again, saying, "He was tightly locked down by your powerful mental strength, which is why he couldn't avoid the sword thrust from the front. The so-called 'true master doesn't reveal his true colors' should refer to you."

Jun Tianxie knew that his "Liberation Zen Sword" had ultimately failed to escape Ding Shenzhao's discerning eyes. Fortunately, he still had no intention of becoming Ding Shenzhao's enemy. Ding Shenzhao still had great value to him and couldn't die so early. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked revealing his strength to save Ding Shenzhao's life.

Given Jun Tianxie's style, even if he was forced to save someone, he couldn't put himself in danger. Therefore, he calculated the best time to go into battle, and he killed Dugu Hanxin right away, leaving no survivors so that no one would come looking for revenge.

Jun Tianxie chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "Brother, you're fighting to the death with the 'Shura Hall' people here without even informing me. Isn't that a bit too distant?"

Ding Shenzhao looked somber and said, "I didn't want to implicate you..."

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "You're quite loyal, kid. All the effort I've put into you hasn't been in vain." But on the surface, he pretended to be indignant and said, "What are you saying! Do you still consider me your brother?"

Ding Shenzhao quickly replied, "Of course I do. You're my only friend."

Jun Tianxie put his arm around Ding Shenzhao's shoulder with great theatrics, speaking in a tone that would make the latter "feel" utterly moved, "We're brothers for life. Your business is my business. What's there to implicate?"

Ding Shenzhao was indeed "moved" by him, feeling that such a friend was someone he would risk his life for, completely unaware that he had been tricked by the big bad wolf.

Jun Tianxie laughed and said, "If a brother leaves messy things unresolved, his brother should do the cleaning up."

Ding Shenzhao hurriedly said, "Wait a minute...!"

Jun Tianxie kicked the ground, sending a stone flying that struck Song Shixun, who was lying on the ground, squarely in the temple. The latter let out a miserable groan, blood gushing from his seven orifices, before he finally breathed his last.

Jun Tianxie said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop in time, I killed him too quickly."

Ding Shenzhao looked at Song Shixun's corpse, feeling a pang of regret, and sighed, "This man was indeed a good man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. I originally wanted to spare his life, and I deliberately didn't hit a vital spot with that knife, but who knew..."

Jun Tianxie, even more "guilty" upon hearing this, said, "It's all my fault, I didn't understand your intentions, brother."

Ding Shenzhao shook his head and said, "I can't

blame you..." Little did Ding Shenzhao know that with Jun Tianxie's intelligence, how could he not know that he had intentionally spared Song Shixun's life? It was precisely because he had witnessed

Jun Tianxie's actions today that none of his enemies could be spared, which was why he rushed to kill him to silence him, and even pretended it was an "accident." Although Ding Shenzhao vaguely felt that Jun Tianxie's bloodlust today was excessive, the other party had ultimately saved his life, so he was too embarrassed to say anything more.

Little did he know that Jun Tianxie had already anticipated all his reactions, and everything was within his calculations.

Jun Tianxie chuckled and said, "Come! I'll take you somewhere to heal your wounds."

Ding Shenzhao whispered, "Thank you."

Jun Tianxie laughed even more heartily, "We're all brothers, why bother with such formalities!"

*** *** *** ***

In a large training room, a long-haired, black-clad youth sat cross-legged. Before him, two alluring, naked women danced gracefully.

The black-clad youth possessed a perfectly proportioned physique, a broad forehead, a straight nose, and piercing eyes filled with arrogance and indifference. Although he stared intently at the sensual scene before him, his gaze showed not a trace of emotion.

The two naked women's performance was extremely provocative; their shapely, mature bodies rubbed against each other, their four full breasts pressed together, emitting seductive moans.

"Ah! I want it...give it to me..."

Two beautiful women extended their pink tongues, intertwining and entwining, their slender fingers tracing the other's jade-like skin, occasionally touching sensitive petals, causing a violent tremor.

"Hmph...I can't take it anymore...it wants the real thing there...put it in..."

The two women didn't forget to let out lewd and seductive moans during their passionate kiss, enough to tempt even Buddha.

But the young man in black was like a wooden puppet, completely oblivious to this lewd scene.

Seeing that they couldn't move the young man in black, the two naked women simultaneously let out a soft moan and pounced on him, pressing their hot bodies against him, tightly coiling around him like two snakes.

Delicate skin, a beautiful fragrance, the scene that every man dreams of was now unfolding on the young man in black. But at the same time, a shadow of arrow, like a dream and lightning, pierced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, shooting towards the young man in black's chest.

The young man in black's eyes lit up. He suddenly stood up, his explosive energy like a torrent blasting the two naked women off him without mercy. He shouted, "Form is emptiness!" He clapped his hands together, trapping the arrow with its incredible force.

A shout of approval came from the training room doorway: "Good!"

The young man in black tossed the arrow to the ground, his expression and voice becoming much more respectful. "Father," he said.

A handsome middle-aged man in a black robe entered from the doorway. His appearance was about 50% similar to the young man's, but he possessed a maturity refined by time. Although his temples were gray, he showed no signs of aging, instead resembling a well-educated scholar.

Every movement he made exuded a natural, effortless aura, perfectly coordinated and flawless.

The two naked women hurriedly scrambled to their feet, blood trickling from their lips, and said in fear, "Your subordinates greet the Hall Master."

The golden spider threads on his chest revealed the true identity of the middle-aged man in black robes—the Hall Master of the "Asura Hall," "Dark Asura" Dugu Suiyu. Before seeing his true face, no one could imagine that this ruthless figure who caused so much trouble for the Demonic Sect had such a gentle and refined appearance.

Dugu Suiyu nodded slightly to the two women and said, "You did very well. Go and rest."

The two women replied simultaneously, "Yes, sir." After bowing to Dugu Suiyu again, they left the training room, leaving only the two who appeared to be father and son.

Father and son? Then the true identity of the young man in black must be the last of the "Three Heroes," "Cold Asura"

Dugu Bingxin! Dugu Hanxin's brother.

"Your 'Asura Formless Technique' is quite good."

"It's all thanks to Father's excellent guidance."

The father and son exchanged only a few words before Dugu Suiyu got to the point.

"I've come to see you today to tell you something."

"Father, please speak."

"Hanxin is dead. He was murdered."

Dugu Bingxin blinked, then blinked again, as if processing the shocking news Dugu Suiyu had thrown at him, without answering immediately.

"Who did it?"

"According to reliable sources, it was a boy named 'Ding Si.'"

"It's obviously an alias." "

Xiao Yao from the 'Small Knife Society' was seen being with him last."

Hearing the name "Xiao Yao," Dugu Bingxin's eyes lit up. "The Romantic Blade?"

Dugu Suiyu said, "Although your brother is not talented, he is still a member of our Dugu family. Even if he has made any mistakes, he should be punished according to the rules of the family, not die an unexplained death outside." Dugu Bingxin nodded

to show that she understood. "What does Father want me to do?"

"Find Xiao Yao and find out his connection to the whole thing." Dugu Suiyu said, "As for that boy named 'Ding Si,' if he is really the murderer, kill him to avenge Hanxin."

"Understood."

"Hanxin has always liked to show off and acted recklessly..."

A trace of sorrow, like a white-haired man burying his black-haired son, suddenly appeared on Dugu Suiyu's face.

"I've repeatedly warned him that he'll suffer the consequences, but he never listens..."

Dugu Suiyu's body trembled slightly, clearly showing he was exerting all his strength to control himself.

As the head of a sect, even in front of his own son, he could not show weakness or lose his composure.

"I will avenge Hanxin!"

Dugu Bingxin spoke with such nonchalance, without a trace of emotion, as if his brother's death and seeking revenge were as natural as eating and sleeping.

Dugu Suiyu suddenly turned away, preventing Dugu Bingxin from seeing if he was shedding tears.

"It's all up to you. You must get to the bottom of this."

"I will do my best, Father, please rest assured."

Dugu Suiyu left the training room without saying anything more. Perhaps his suppressed emotions were finally about to erupt, and he needed to find a secluded place to be alone.

When only Dugu Bingxin remained, a smile suddenly appeared on his perpetually cold and handsome face.

It was a cruel and evil smile, like that of a spider.

"Hanxin…is he really dead…?"

The smile rippled across his face, but his whisper was inaudible to everyone.

"Although it's a bit of a pity... it saved me a lot of trouble... so it's fine..."

If there really were such a ghost as "Shura" in the world, Dugu Bingxin's expression at this moment would be enough to qualify her as a true "Shura"!

Chapter Two: First Encounter

with Love and Lust. They couldn't go back to "Wuxi City." Jun Tianxie, carrying the injured Ding Shenzhao, finally found a small villager's house willing to take them in, thanks to his silver tongue and generous rewards.

"Uncle, please have mercy! My brother and I were traveling as monks when we were robbed by bandits. My sworn brother was seriously injured by the bandits while covering my escape. We urgently need a place to receive treatment. We hope you can let us stay at your esteemed house for a few days. We will never forget your great kindness."

This speech should have been full of holes, but coupled with Jun Tianxie's deadly acting skills and his extravagant offer of five taels of silver, the owner of the house was so stunned that he almost forgot his own name.

"Young masters, please don't stand on ceremony! If you don't mind, feel free to stay as long as you like!"

The owner was an ordinary middle-aged man named Peng Yi. Five taels of silver was equivalent to a month's living expenses for an average family. Now that such a windfall had fallen from the sky, how could this simple farmer not beam with joy and treat the two down-on-their-luck "young masters" as honored guests?

"Ah Lian! Hurry up and greet the two young masters, prepare some water and food."

As Peng Yi called out, a girl dressed like a village girl came out of the house. She had curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, and an oval face with fair skin and a rosy glow, youthful and beautiful.

The girl obviously didn't expect the "young masters" outside the door to be two boys close to her age. Her pretty face blushed, and she lowered her head, not daring to meet their eyes.

Peng Yi smiled and said to Jun Tianxie and his companion, "This is my daughter, Xiaolian. Xiaolian, quickly greet the two gentlemen."

The girl called "Xiaolian" timidly replied, "A-Lian greets the two gentlemen." However, she still dared not raise her head.

Peng Yi said displeasedly, "Why are you keeping your head down and afraid to meet people? Please forgive me, gentlemen, my daughter is just like that. She hasn't seen much of the world and doesn't know any manners."

Jun Tianxie smiled wryly, "This isn't a matchmaking ceremony, so let's skip the formalities."

Peng Yi smiled and bowed, "The two gentlemen are right. Why don't you stay in my deceased wife's empty room for now? I'll go find the best doctor in the village for you."

Jun Tianxie knew that in this kind of small village, the so-called best doctor was actually the only doctor, but he had no other choice at the moment and could only nod and say, "I'll trouble you, Uncle."

*** *** *** ***

If one disregards the homeowner's excessive enthusiasm, this small village with only about twenty households is indeed a good place for quiet recuperation. Coupled with the injured man's astonishing recovery ability, even though, as Jun Tianxie had predicted, the white-haired old "doctor" seemed to be on his deathbed and could only offer limited prescriptions, Ding Shenzhao was still recovering at an extremely rapid pace.

Everything seemed to be under control, but with Jun Tianxie's keen perception, he quickly noticed something amiss. The reason for this amiss stemmed from his "close friend," Ding Shenzhao, who had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him and his ambiguous relationship with the homeowner's daughter, Xiaolian, these past few days.

Jun Tianxie observed coldly and quickly grasped the crux of the matter, but couldn't help but chuckle. An idea formed in his mind, which was working faster than anyone else's; he decided to make good use of the current situation.

The first step was to find Ding Shenzhao to "talk."

*** *** *** ***

"Hey brother, have you been hiding something from me lately?"

Ding Shenzhao clearly hadn't expected Jun Tianxie to use such a direct and blunt approach right off the bat. He wasn't good at lying, so he hesitated for a moment before hurriedly denying, "How could I? You're overthinking it."

Unfortunately, his attitude, which could only fool a three-year-old, was utterly worthless in front of Jun Tianxie, the master of lies. He shook his head and said, "We're all good brothers, what's there to hide? Actually, even if you didn't say it, I could guess. It's for Xiaolian, right?"

Ding Shenzhao's body trembled, and he exclaimed, "How did you know...?!" Only after the words left his mouth did he realize that this was tantamount to an admission of guilt, but it was already too late.

In terms of cunning, he certainly couldn't compare to Jun Tianxie even if he chased him for ten years.

Jun Tianxie laughed heartily, putting his arm around Ding Shenzhao's shoulder and saying, "Actually, anyone with eyes can see what's going on between you and Xiaolian, even Old Man Peng has long been aware of it. It's just that you two are too immersed in your own world and have forgotten what others think."

Ding Shenzhao's face turned as red as Guan Yu's, and he stammered, "So... how could that be..."

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "We're brothers for life. If you want to woo a girl, I'll definitely help you in any way. Tell me, what do you think of Xiaolian?"

Ding Shenzhao's face remained flushed, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words, "I just think she's very nice... being with her... is very comfortable and happy... but I don't know if she feels the same way about me..."

Jun Tianxie's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Have you two done...?" "...That?"

Ding Shenzhao asked, puzzled. "Which one?"

Jun Tianxie chuckled inwardly, but pretended to be serious. "You know, that, the matter of the bed."

Ding Shenzhao retreated in alarm, shaking his hands. "No! No! Not yet! How could that be!"

This answer was exactly what Jun Tianxie had expected. He shook his head dismissively. "Brother, I'm not trying to criticize you, but what era are we living in? You're still clinging to those outdated ideas. No wonder you can't win a beauty's heart." In

truth, Ding Shenzhao had lived deep in the mountains for many years and knew very little about matters between men and women. But this made him seem "inflexible" in Jun Tianxie's eyes. However, he was already used to the latter's long-winded explanations, and although he vaguely felt that Jun Tianxie's statement was somewhat dubious, he didn't think to refute it.

"Then what should we do?"

Jun Tianxie had been waiting for this answer, patting his chest confidently, "With a Casanova like me as your strategist, how could we not succeed? Tonight, you get Xiaolian out, and the rest is up to you, brother."

Ding Shenzhao was indeed overjoyed. "Then I'll trouble you,"

Jun Tianxie said with a smile, "We're brothers, no need for such formalities."

*** *** *** ***

That night, the homeowner, Peng Yi, went to bed early due to "feeling unwell." After confirming the snoring inside the room, the young woman, with a heart full of trepidation, went to the agreed-upon place to meet her lover.

"Xiao Lian!"

Ding Shenzhao, who had been waiting anxiously, spotted his beloved's figure from afar and waved vigorously with joy. If he were to actually fight against the Third Under Heaven, Long Bufei, and others, he probably wouldn't be so nervous.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't wake my father."

Xiao Lian put a jade finger to her lips, pouting slightly as if to be quiet. Her innocent and natural gesture added to her charm, making Ding Shenzhao take aback.

Seeing Ding Shenzhao staring blankly at her, Xiaolian asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Ding Shenzhao shuddered, frantically shaking his head to hide his embarrassment, "Nothing! Nothing!"

Remembering Jun Tianxie's earlier instructions, he stammered, "I... I just think you're so beautiful... I couldn't help but stare..."

Xiaolian blushed instantly, her jade-like face drooping, and she spat, "Who taught you to say such nonsense? Was it Brother Jun?"

Ding Shenzhao quickly denied it, "How could..." " How could that be! I just thought these words in my mind and said them out loud. It has nothing to do with Tianxie."

Xiaolian came to his side, tilted her head and examined him for a long time, then burst out laughing, saying, "Alright! If it's not true, it's not true. I believe you, so why are you so nervous?"

Ding Shenzhao was indeed sweating profusely because of his guilty conscience, but of course he couldn't admit it at this moment. Although he remembered to proceed with the next step of the plan, all the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

"Xiaolian...you...you...I..."

Xiaolian opened her big, clear eyes and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you today? You said you had something important to tell me. I finally managed to come out without my father's knowledge, and you're acting so hesitant. If you don't speak up, I'm going back."

Fine, I'll die! Ding Shenzhao steeled his heart, mustered all his courage, and opened his arms to hug Xiaolian.

"I love you! Xiaolian!"

So much had happened at once that the girl, just beginning to experience love, couldn't react. By the time she remembered to struggle, the words beside her ear struck her like lightning, leaving her stunned. Unbeknownst to her, the burning breath was getting closer and closer.

Ding Shenzhao bit Xiaolian's lips.

"Mmm...! Mmm..."

Her weak struggles were met with an even tighter embrace, as if afraid that if she let go, her beloved would turn into a butterfly and fly away.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but the initial resistance had vanished, replaced by a feeling of tension, excitement, panic, and a hint of anticipation—a feeling she couldn't quite describe.

Just then, a faint, rosy fragrance wafted past them, but they were completely oblivious, lost in their new sensory world.

A surge of heat rushed from his lower abdomen to his brain, then spread throughout his body. Ding Shenzhao felt as if he were on fire inside, his eyes burning with an unquenchable lust. Looking at Xiao Lian, whom he was holding tightly, her eyes were misty with desire, a mixture of resistance and welcome. It was as if a bomb had exploded inside him, and the last line of defense of reason collapsed.

His surging lust was like a wild horse being released, completely uncontrollable.

"Xiao Lian..."

"Ah... Brother Ding... I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid... It's my first time too..."

"Brother Ding... Be gentle..."

"I will... Don't worry..."

It's unclear who collapsed first, but the two rolled into a ball on the grass, their extra clothing already removed in the heat of passion.

Feeling the cool night dew on her bare skin, Xiaolian regained some consciousness. Seeing that she was completely naked in front of her beloved, she quickly covered her private parts with both hands, her pretty face blushing as if it were about to bleed. She whispered, "I'm so embarrassed... Brother Ding, don't look..."

Ding Shenzhao looked at the jade body lying before him. Although the girl's developing breasts were not particularly perky, they were well-proportioned and tender. Her pure and flawless body was like a fertile field, waiting to be developed, making his soul swoon.

"Xiao Lian, you're so beautiful..."

The girl's shyness and reserve made Xiao Lian dare not open her eyes. She trembled and said, "Liar, I must be terribly ugly right now..."

"No! I have never seen a woman more beautiful than you..."

"Second Brother..."

"Xiao Lian..."

Any more words were superfluous at this moment. Although this was the first time for both of them to do this, their instincts of desire were innate. After searching for the path with sweat pouring down their faces, Ding Shenzhao finally found the entrance and sent his penis into his lover's body.

The pain of deflowering made Xiao Lian unable to hold back her tears.

"Ahhh...! It hurts!"

The intense pain caused Xiao Lian's ten fingers to dig deep into Ding Shenzhao's strong back muscles. The latter's thick eyebrows furrowed, as if he felt the same pain as the girl beneath him. But soon, waves of pleasure surged into his brain, urging him to continue. Like a bewitched jockey, thrusting and thrusting was the only thing he could think of at the moment.

"Xiao Lian! I love you!"

"Second Brother, me too."

In the afterglow of the moonlight, two naked bodies embraced tightly, seemingly inseparable. Soul and flesh, in their selfless giving, achieved the deepest union.

Meanwhile, in a clump of grass in the shadows, Jun Tianxie tucked a bronze crane-beak blowpipe into his robes, watching the couple still lost in their climax, a satisfied, wicked smile on his face.

"Bewitching Incense," though only a mid-tier aphrodisiac in the Demonic Sect, was more than enough to deal with a girl with no internal energy and a hot-blooded young man. Humans are creatures of passion and desire; to control someone's actions, one must begin by understanding their desires, catering to their cravings, to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Turning Ding Shenzhao into a subservient "tool" was progressing smoothly so far, everything was under control.

Confirming that the intense battle he had orchestrated was nearing its end, Jun Tianxie smiled slightly, retreated behind the bushes, and disappeared into the dark corner.

*** *** *** ***

The two gradually sobered up from the passion of the aphrodisiac. The first thing they faced was the awkwardness of not knowing how to speak. Seeing the scattered bloodstains on the ground, a symbol of the loss of her precious virginity, Xiaolian finally couldn't hold back her grief. Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.

Ding Shenzhao immediately panicked, speechless, unable to think of a word of comfort. Fortunately, in such situations, the woman's strength showed a surprising maturity. She sobbed, her voice weak but firm, saying, "Second Brother... don't worry... I won't make you take responsibility..."

Ding Shenzhao was shocked, not knowing what he had done wrong.

"Xiaolian! You... what did you say?!"

Although Xiaolian had a smile on her face, anyone could see that it was just a forced smile.

“I know…you and Brother Jun are not ordinary people…it’s impossible for you to stay with an ordinary village girl like me forever. At least Xiaolian and Second Brother had each other…that’s enough. Xiaolian will not have any more wishful thinking.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ding Shenzhao pulled Xiaolian into a tight embrace, shouting, "What nonsense are you talking about? In this world, you're the only one I love! I don't want any other woman!"

Xiaolian could hardly believe her ears. Her tear-streaked face looked up at him incredulously, "Are you serious? Am I dreaming?"

Ding Shenzhao held Xiaolian tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

"It's true! You are my first and only woman! When I achieve success and return home in glory, I will formally propose to your father and ask you to be my wife!"

Xiaolian finally smiled through her tears, extending her arms to embrace Ding Shenzhao tightly, saying, "I will wait for you! No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you!"

"Xiaolian!"

Under the moon's witness, the young couple made a vow to be together for life.

Many years later, when they recalled that night, besides lamenting their youthful folly, they felt a deep sorrow for the cruel twist of fate and the irreversible regret of their actions. After breaking up with Xiaolian, Ding

Shenzhao

, guided by his wild intuition, easily found the person he was looking for on a grassy slope.

Feeling Ding Shenzhao sit down beside him, Jun Tianxie, lying on his back under the starry sky with his hand as a pillow and a straw between his teeth, still maintained a relaxed and carefree attitude. With his eyes closed, he asked, "Is everything going smoothly?"

Ding Shenzhao nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "I've decided to marry Xiaolian, and she's promised to wait for me to come back for her."

Jun Tianxie spat out the straw in his mouth with a "pfft!" and sat up, staring at Ding Shenzhao in disbelief. After confirming that the latter's expression wasn't joking, he shook his head and muttered, "How could this be...?"

Ding Shenzhao first puffed out his chest, but then instantly deflated, saying, "Because Xiaolian and I have already... I can't be an irresponsible man."

This method of taking responsibility is too extreme, isn't it? Jun Tianxie really wanted to tell Ding Shenzhao this, but he ultimately held back. Given the latter's straightforward way of thinking, saying too much would only cause unnecessary resentment, and he absolutely wouldn't do something so thankless.

Come to think of it, not taking Ding Shenzhao's honest personality into account when facilitating their relationship was perhaps a mistake.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late to mend the fence after the sheep were lost. Jun Tianxie's eyes darted around, and a genuine smile of joy appeared on his face

as he said, "Since you've already made your decision, as your brother, I'm naturally happy for you." Ding Shenzhao exclaimed happily, "Really! You support my decision too?"

Jun Tianxie chuckled, "Of course! If you two get married in the future, don't forget to remember me, your great matchmaker."

Ding Shenzhao nodded repeatedly, "Definitely! Definitely!"

Jun Tianxie asked, "When do you plan to propose to Xiaolian's family?"

Ding Shenzhao looked thoughtful, and after a long while, shook his head, saying, "I hope to make a name for myself in the martial world before marrying Xiaolian in a grand and glorious way. I'm not qualified for that yet."

Only then did Jun Tianxie truly feel relieved. His biggest fear was that Ding Shenzhao would stay and willingly spend his life with his beloved, which would have made all his previous efforts on the latter pointless.

Fortunately, love is precious, but ideals are even more valuable.

Jun Tianxie put his arm around Ding Shenzhao's shoulder and said earnestly, "A man's ambition lies in all corners of the world. I completely understand your decision. However, Xiaolian is a woman, and this is where she grew up. To avoid unnecessary rumors and misunderstandings, I suggest you keep your relationship with Xiaolian a secret from others for now. Otherwise, how will she face the outside world after you leave?"

Ding Shenzhao was moved and said, "You're so thoughtful. I didn't think of that."

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "Don't worry! If you and Xiaolian are truly a match made in heaven, then this short separation will absolutely not affect your true feelings."

Since the die was cast, Jun Tianxie generously displayed his qualities as the best strategist. After all, there was no harm in providing more ideas, and it would only make Ding Shenzhao rely on him more.

Sure enough, Ding Shenzhao was moved again. After looking at him for a while, he said, "You're so good to me. I really don't know how to repay you."

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "Your affairs are my affairs. After all, we're good brothers."

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