[Wuxia] Wandering Freely in the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 10

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Chapter 31 Sword Escape and Vanishing
June 14th, the sky was clear and blue, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle.
For the people of the world, this was just an ordinary day. But for the Song Clan of Lingnan, it was not so. Inside
the main hall of the mountain city's nearly ten-acre courtyard, the noise was deafening.
The entire mountain city had been filled with a festive atmosphere for a month, but it was far less solemn and magnificent than the decorations in the main hall at this moment.
The main hall could accommodate thousands of people for a banquet. In the '回'-shaped layout, on both sides of the wide aisle of the ceremony, there were rows of exquisitely decorated grand chairs, where important guests from various forces outside the Central Plains were seated. Other guests stood in layers at the back to watch the excitement. The wedding ceremony had not yet officially begun, and people were either talking about the soon-to-be-married couple or about their own affairs in the world of pleasure. The whispers were constant.
In the center of the main hall, five empty high chairs were arranged. People could only guess that two of the seats belonged to 'Heavenly Blade' and 'Master of the Sword,' while the owners of the other three seats remained a mystery.
Weddings, whether ancient or modern, have many fixed procedures, customs passed down for thousands of years.
"Ahem!"
After the wedding host, 'Silver Dragon' Song Lu, appeared discreetly, he noticed that the noisy atmosphere in the room had not subsided, and coughed lightly. Although his voice was low, it was propelled by internal martial arts, so that all the thousands of people in the room could hear it clearly.
"The auspicious time is approaching, please invite the five elders to take their seats first!"
Song Lu looked around at the quieting crowd and spoke. His voice resonated throughout the room.
All eyes of the people present focused on the passageway behind Song Lu.
"First, please invite the head of the Song clan, my elder brother Song Que, to take his seat."
At the passageway, Song Que's imposing figure gradually became clear. The legendary 'Number One Handsome Man Under Heaven' of the previous generation had long been hiding in the south. Although he was highly respected and admired by countless martial arts practitioners, very few people had actually seen him.
"Now, please welcome Master Fu Cailin, one of the 'Three Grandmasters' of Goryeo, the 'Master of Goryeo Swordplay,' to take his seat."
Song Que nodded to the crowd and took his seat. Before everyone could fully recover from the shock Song Que had brought, Song Lu spoke again.
Fu Cailin's figure also appeared at the entrance of the passage, cupped his hands to the crowd, and smiled as he took his seat.
The 'Master of Goryeo Swordplay' had traveled to the Central Plains many years ago, but he had only kept a low profile. Today was the day when the people of the Central Plains would see his true face.
"Please welcome 'The Most Learned Grandmaster Under Heaven,' Lu Miaozi, and his wife, Shang Qingya, the current owner of 'Flying Horse Ranch,' to take their seats."
Just as everyone's minds were beginning to sluggish after witnessing the 'Master of Goryeo Swordplay' in person, Song Lu shouted loudly again.
"Whoa!"
The whole place erupted in uproar.
Who was Lu Miaozi?
He was an extraordinary figure whom even Ning Daoqi, the 'Number One Person in the Central Plains' and the head of the 'Three Grandmasters' of the world, would respectfully call "Teacher Lu"! His seniority was even above Song Que and the others! Furthermore, rumors had long circulated that Lu Miaozi had passed away years ago, yet today he arrived with his wife, who turned out to be the current owner of the 'Flying Horse Ranch'! What was even more surprising was that their identities today were those of the heads of the family—which meant… How could the guests, unaware of the many secrets behind the event, not be stunned and astonished?
“Finally, this is the groom’s sister, and also the officiant for this joyous occasion, Ms. Xiao Bei.
Please take your seat,” Song Lu continued, seeing the crowd in the hall staring blankly at the four people seated at the head of the table.
Upon hearing this, almost everyone in the room wore strange expressions, because each of the parents seemed more famous than the last, and this last one should have been the most famous. Who would have thought that the officiant would be completely unknown? However, when the three great clans in the VIP seats—Li Shimin, Yuwen Shiji, and Dugu Ce—saw the noblewoman, around thirty years old, emerge from the passageway after Song Lu's address, they all trembled. Empress
Xiao was Yuwen Shiji's mother-in-law! When did she become Yuan Yueze's sister? Wasn't she said to have died in the Jiangdu civil war? And why has her appearance changed so much?
The three major clans all had close ties with the old Sui imperial family, so they had all seen Empress Xiao in person. Yuwen Shiji's usually calm face finally showed a hint of embarrassment. Li Shimin and Dugu Ce had no time to consider these things; in their eyes, from the moment the old Sui Dynasty fell, Empress Xiao's life or death was no longer important. Dugu Feng, standing to the side, was completely oblivious to all of this. The martial arts enthusiast was looking at the 'Heavenly Blade' and the 'Master of Chess and Sword' with starry eyes.
"The auspicious time has arrived, please welcome the newlyweds!"
The crowd saw that the five elders seated were all between twenty and thirty years old, with an elegant and ethereal air, a carefree attitude towards the world, and youthful appearances that were completely disproportionate to their actual age. For a moment, they were all more or less captivated by the charm of the five. Suddenly, Song Lu's voice was heard, and everyone's attention was once again focused on the entrance of the passage.
For the past three years, rumors have been rampant throughout the land that the elusive figure, whose true form is rarely seen, is finally about to reveal himself! Everyone involuntarily lowered their breath, and the hall fell into absolute silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
First to emerge was Yuan Yueze, clad in a red robe. Looking at him, the crowd saw a young man of about twenty years old, exuding an ethereal aura like a celestial being reborn. His skin, as white as jade, was crystal clear and virtually flawless. His exquisite features, perfectly complementing his indescribably beautiful face, made one feel as if they had entered a celestial realm. Most captivating of all were his deep, clear, sky-blue eyes; looking into them felt like being immersed in an endless starry sky, evoking a sense of inexplicable comfort and ease. Truly: Eyes that gleam like
the sun and moon, brows that gather the wind and clouds. Even the Spring Immortal cannot compare, the Moon Goddess is formless. One day, he will sprout wings and soar like a phoenix among the Three Pure Ones.
Of the thousands in the hall, only a tiny minority had ever seen Yuan Yueze before. Therefore, most people, upon first seeing this legendary figure, were immediately captivated by his appearance and demeanor.
Behind Yuan Yueze, eleven women emerged in succession, each wearing a phoenix crown, a wedding robe, and a red veil: Shan Meixian, Fu Junzhuo, Fu Junyu, Yun Yuzhen, Wei Zhenzhen, Su Su, Shang Xiuxun, Song Yuzhi, Shan Wanjing, Shan Ruyin, and Fu Junqiang.
If Yuan Yueze's appearance had made them feel as if they were in a fairyland, then the arrival of the eleven brides made everyone in the hall realize that this place was indeed a fairyland!
The allure of beautiful women is always far greater than that of handsome men! Especially since men made up nine-tenths of the guests, almost all eyes in the hall were focused on the women.
Because the brides' beautiful faces were hidden by the veils, no one could see them clearly, even with their keen eyesight. But just looking at their graceful figures, their exquisite curves, their captivating allure—curves that could only be born from the essence of heaven and earth—combined with a subtle ethereal charm, a noble elegance, youthful beauty, and mature allure, four seemingly impossible qualities coexisting, were vividly displayed before one's eyes. It was as if all the light in the spacious hall had been concentrated on the brides, and everything around them had become dim.
The hall was silent, save for the occasional soft gulp of swallowing.
Never before in history had a man married eleven women at one wedding. This alone was enough to make Yuan Yueze's family famous throughout the land!
Yuan Yueze's charisma and bearing were enough to make the female guests lose their composure. The male guests, on the other hand, had various feelings: admiration, envy, and jealousy. Although the faces of these eleven brides could only be vaguely seen, any man who could possess even one of them would be considered blessed by his ancestors, let alone eleven!
"New brides, take your seats!"
Seeing that some people in the hall were only acting on instinct, and that things would get out of control and be embarrassing if word got out, Song Lu gathered his inner energy and shouted loudly.
Yuan Yueze and his eleven brides, who had attracted thousands of gazes in the hall, stood in front of the five parents' seats, like a beautiful sight, lined up in a row, ready to pay their respects.
After the wedding rites to Heaven and Earth and to their parents, the brides were led to the bridal chamber of 'Listening to the Waves Pavilion'.
Many men in the main hall, their spirits broken, watched the eleven brides gradually disappear into the depths of the passage, their minds slowly returning to normal.
"Please take your seats, everyone. Today is a joyous occasion, and all the food and wine have been prepared by the groom and bride, Wei Zhenzhen. Please enjoy them,"
Song Lu announced loudly after a light cough.
Everyone was astonished. This legendary figure had actually cooked for those who came to offer their congratulations?
Yuan Yueze would cook for others? Impossible! He simply never ate food prepared by others! This was merely a lucky accident, an unintended consequence!
There were over 120 seats, and setting out the food and wine took considerable time.
The main table could accommodate over 20 people. Everyone considered it an honor to sit at the same table as Lu Miaozi, Song Que, and Fu Cailin—people they only heard about in rumors—but they also knew that among the thousands in the hall, only a handful were truly qualified.
"You've cultivated virtue and wisdom to find a virtuous wife, a fine jade planted in Lantian, the road to Peach Blossom Spring connects to the road to Heavenly Terrace, forging a blissful destiny in this life. Congratulations, Second Brother, and thank you." Song
Shidao, the head of the table, was the first to stand up, raising his glass to Yuan Yueze.
Everyone understood the congratulations, but only Yuan Yueze and a few others truly understood the gratitude.
"How can this be enough? Bring us big bowls!"
Yuan Yueze declared boldly.
The people at the table were all those who had sat with Yuan Yueze yesterday. Yesterday, Yuan Yueze had remained silent and aloof. Today, however, he was shouting and laughing like a child, his innocent and spontaneous behavior completely unpretentious. This gave the outsiders a headache, because after these two encounters, they had become increasingly confused. What kind of person was Yuan Yueze?
A moment later, the big bowls were brought out, and Yuan Yueze and Song Shidao downed three large bowls in a row before taking their seats in high spirits.
Afterwards, they toasted each other. Because three renowned and highly respected elders were present, the representatives of various factions dared not be too unrestrained. Even Li Shimin and Dugu Ce were somewhat reserved and hesitant.
Song Shidao, who had been worried they might misbehave at the banquet, couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at their behavior.
After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly lively, spurred on by the fine wine and food.
"Everyone, please quiet down. I have something to say!"
Song Que stood up, gesturing with his hands, and spoke. His voice was soft, yet it seemed to whisper in everyone's ears.
The hall instantly fell silent, all eyes focused on Song Que at the head of the table.
"Today is my daughter's joyous day, and I thank everyone for attending the wedding. The presence of masters like Master Lu and Brother Cailin, renowned throughout the land for over sixty years, has stirred my long-dormant desire for competition. After discussing with Brother Cailin, we have decided that tomorrow at the beginning of the day, at the Great Training Ground in the Mountain City, we will have a duel. Those of you interested are welcome to come and watch!"
A
clamor erupted within the ceremony hall.
Representatives from various factions and many martial artists were already quite satisfied to have witnessed 'Heavenly Blade' and 'Master Yi Sword' in person. Now, hearing the news of their duel tomorrow, in this era of martial arts fervor, no news was more impactful than Song Que's words!
Everyone even forgot about Yuan Yueze's wedding today. Witnessing a duel between grandmasters—what an honor! Those with higher comprehension would even have the opportunity to further improve their strength through their own understanding after watching the duel—a double benefit!
"Please be quiet, everyone! I have something else to say."
Seeing that the emotions of the people in the hall seemed to have spiraled out of control, Song Que spoke again. He secretly glanced quickly to his left.
"I have held the position of head of the Song clan for decades. Today, with my daughter's happy marriage, I have no further desire for the position."
Song Que said as the crowd quieted down.
This meant that Song Que was going to pass on the leadership! As for who it would be, that would have to be decided by him personally.
"Although Xiao Ze is the son-in-law of the Song clan, he and his wives prefer quiet. Therefore, although I have the intention to pass the leadership to him, he has no intention of accepting it. He also has no interest in managing family affairs."
Song Que added.
Song Shidao, as Song Que's only son, was the best successor, a fact well understood by everyone present. However, the appearance of Yuan Yueze directly overshadowed Song Shidao. Therefore, when everyone heard that Song Que was going to pass on the leadership, they had already vaguely guessed that the head of the Song clan was very likely to be Yuan Yueze. However, Song Que's words just now clearly indicated that Yuan Yueze had no interest in the position of clan leader, and seemed even less interested in the affairs of the Song Clan. This meant the Song Clan had lost a powerful ally!
Many powerful figures who had already deduced this outcome were secretly delighted. If it wasn't Yuan Yueze who became clan leader, then it would definitely be Song Shidao. Song Shidao had been wandering the martial world for nearly ten years, and many in the martial world knew his character and personality. Therefore, once the Song Clan was under his control, it was very likely that they would live a peaceful and uneventful life.
"My son, Shidao, should have inherited the position of clan leader, but alas, he has no such desire. After discussing with my clan, I have decided to pass the position to my cousin, Song Zhi,"
Song Que continued.
Many people in the hall were already in a state of confusion upon hearing this: Song Zhi was indeed more suitable for the position of clan leader than Song Shidao, in terms of personality, style, methods, and experience. Many were already calculating how to handle the relationship between their own forces and the Song Clan in the future.
After Song Que finished speaking, he sat down and continued to drink heartily. The others were no longer fully focused on the banquet.
Following protocol, Yuan Yueze went to over a hundred tables, offering six large bowls of wine to each. He drank until he was completely drunk!
The guests in the main hall also had the opportunity to get close to this legendary figure. However, his drinking capacity was truly terrifying. After an hour, Yuan Yueze, having traversed the entire hall, roughly estimated that he had drunk at least eight hundred bowls!
Was this even possible? Even a large wine vat couldn't hold that much!
Everyone saw that Yuan Yueze's face was only slightly flushed, and he hadn't even gone to relieve himself! It was truly astonishing.
Yuan Yueze chuckled inwardly: Master, Master, can you imagine me using the *Concentration Technique* to sober up?
As Yuan Yueze passed the last table, his heart suddenly raced. He turned to look and met the gaze of a man in his thirties, with an ugly appearance. The man was dressed in the attire of an ordinary江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) person. He shyly raised his glass to Yuan Yueze, then downed it in one gulp, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Yuan Yueze.
Although Yuan Yueze's expression remained unchanged, an uncontrollable impulse welled up within him for some reason. A murderous intent, a desire to tear the man not far away to pieces, surged rapidly within his blood.
Realizing something was wrong, Yuan Yueze hurriedly suppressed this murderous intent, smiled humbly at the man who was trembling slightly under the influence of his murderous aura, and turned to walk towards the head table.
At the head table, people were toasting each other, drinking merrily. The Dugu Clan and the Wagang Army seemed to be Yuan Yueze's longtime friends, exchanging toasts and drinks. Yuan Yueze couldn't help but chuckle to himself: In the realm of politics, everything is too fake.
"Young Master Yuan, I wish you a happy marriage."
Dugu Feng raised her cup across Song Shidao, but a complex and unfathomable look flashed in her eyes.
Yuan Yueze smiled happily, thanked her, and downed a large bowl of wine in one gulp.
"If your drinking capacity is second to none in the world, then no one dares to claim first place!"
Shen Luoyan added, raising her cup as well.
Yuan Yueze looked up at her, saying nothing, only his lips moved slightly.
Shen Luoyan's jade-like hand, holding the cup, trembled almost imperceptibly. She then showed a grateful expression, nodded slightly, and lowered her head to drink.
Those with high cultivation, such as Lu Miaozi, naturally heard Yuan Yueze's telepathic message, but the others were busy drinking and had neither the time nor the ability to hear it.
The banquet lasted for over two hours, and many were already quite drunk. The Song clan, based in the south, had countless guest rooms, allowing all the guests to return to their rooms to rest. Song Que and Fu Cailin, both known for their drinking prowess, returned to their rooms to cultivate after the banquet due to their upcoming martial arts competition. Lu Miaozi, on the other hand, acted like a playboy, spending time with Shang Qingya, indulging in romance.
As dusk fell, Yuan Yueze returned alone to 'Tingtao Xiaozhu'. From afar, he could hear the sounds of women's laughter and chatter coming from inside the main house.
"Ladies, I'm back!"
Yuan Yueze shouted as he pushed open the door.
The women's elaborate wedding gowns and ceremonial robes had long been discarded, replaced by their usual simple attire. Judging from their expressions, they seemed uninterested in the wedding. Today, they felt less comfortable than usual. Upon
Yuan Yueze's entrance, the women stopped their playful banter, sat upright at the table, and gazed at him with tender eyes.
From Shan Meixian to Fu Junqiang, they showered each of them with passionate kisses.
"Ah! I don't know what good deeds I did in my past life to marry eleven such beautiful women!"
Yuan Yueze exclaimed, finally embracing Fu Junqiang and gesturing for the other women to sit down.
"Not at all! It's us ordinary women who are fortunate enough to have such a husband!"
Shan Meixian laughed.
“But, in this world, a man and a woman are the perfect match. For example, when I just kissed you, if it were a man and a woman, how perfect that would have been! But I feel like I'm rushing from one occasion to another, unable to even give you the most complete man. I feel so guilty!”
Yuan Yueze said, his brows slightly furrowed.
“That’s exactly how much you value us, my husband. It’s strange, really. With so many sisters in the family, I feel like you belong entirely to me,”
Yun Yuzhen said with a coquettish smile.
“Yes! That’s what I feel too!”
Shan Wanjing exclaimed.
The other women nodded in agreement.
“Don’t try to comfort me. The truth is, I’ve taken all eleven of you by myself!”
Yuan Yueze said with a wry smile.
“Really! My husband should understand, we never lie to you, and we have no reason to lie to you,”
Susu said with heartache, seeing Yuan Yueze’s expression.
"If it's really as you say, then it must be because you love me too much. This will only make me feel more guilty and more sorry for you!"
Yuan Yueze said, as if he'd reached a dead end.
"Absolutely not, my husband. I think it's because he loves us so much!"
Fu Junyu said.
"Junyu is right. My husband is no ordinary man. We sisters may be considered beautiful in the mortal world, but there's a difference between humans and gods. My husband never looks down on us sisters, and he doesn't impose any restrictions on us. On the contrary, he cares for us and loves us in every way. I've seen many men with some ability, most of whom are arrogant and haughty, looking down on others and treating women like playthings, without any respect whatsoever. Some even treat women as their own possessions! There are so many couples in the world, but how many are truly happy together?"
Shan Meixian added.
“Whether my husband is an ordinary man or not, we don’t care. What he gives us is the warmth of a family, a warmth that seems ordinary but is filled with mutual respect, love, and affection. Women in other families are bound tightly by the ‘Three Obediences and Four Virtues,’ but in our family, my husband never restricts the sisters from doing anything. Look at Junqiang and the others, how happy they are. Such a life is truly enjoyable for thousands of years without getting tired of it!”
Song Yuzhi said.
“Yes! At first, I wondered, if one had a lifespan of thousands of years, wouldn’t there be no fun? Human life should be used to create infinite wonders within a limited time. But after personally experiencing this joyful and carefree life, my thoughts changed. It would be a pity if this kind of intoxicating life could not be enjoyed forever!”
Shang Xiuxun also said thoughtfully.
"Actually, the most charming men aren't necessarily those who are persistent and clingy. Persistence might have a 'water dripping wears away a stone' effect, but it's definitely not as effective as a husband's heartfelt approach. Expressing love from the heart is more captivating, and showing respect through actions is far more charming!"
Fu Junzhuo, seemingly an expert, spoke with an air of expertise, as if she had been pursued by many men in the past.
"That's not entirely true, Junzhuo," Yuan Yueze interjected. "I can't represent all men in the world, and you can't represent all women. Our preferences are bound to be different. Let's just mind our own business! As the saying goes, 'Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away, while those not destined will not meet even face to face,' or 'It takes ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a hundred years to share a pillow.' The word 'fate' is truly wondrous.
"
“In our family, there is only a wife, no concubines. There is only mutual respect between husband and wife, no male superiority over female. There is only freedom and no restrictions. Su Su never dreamed that such a man would be so devoted to me, and after meeting my husband, I dared not imagine that I could occupy even a small corner in his heart,”
Su Su said with emotion.
“I’ve said so much because I’m afraid my husband will blame himself again. You are good in every way, except that you have too much of a sense of responsibility. In everything in this world, you must grasp the ‘degree’. You must know that too much is as bad as too little!”
Shan Meixian said to Yuan Yueze with a smile.
“Yes, let everything take its natural course,”
Shang Xiuxun added.
"Perhaps humans are inherently contradictory. For example, in a story I once read, there was a man with many wives and concubines, yet he would occasionally feel lonely, believing that no one in the world understood him, and even questioning the meaning of love. I speak to you all this today because I feel this way; in truth, am I not also hypocritical? I speak to you with such righteous indignation, yet I still have other women in my heart. It mainly depends on whether this contradictory state of mind occurs frequently or occasionally!"
Yuan Yueze laughed.
"You must be thinking about your mother and junior sister again!"
Shan Meixian rolled her eyes at Yuan Yueze and laughed.
Yuan Yueze's wives knew all his secrets, so he had already told them about his fondness for the Yin Empress and her disciples before he came to this era.
"My feelings for Wanwan are no longer what they used to be, but I will never let Yuyan go! Even if I have to force myself, I will keep her!"
Yuan Yueze said firmly.
“If we sisters don’t understand you after how you treat us, we’d truly be unworthy of being wives. Husband, just cherish this bond,”
Wei Zhenzhen said.
“You rascal! You’ve been harassing Mother for three years; she’s in a terrible state of mind. But Mother is different from us; she’s experienced more than twice as much. Husband, you should know that hatred grows stronger every day, so eliminating it won’t be a quick process. Now, husband, just wait patiently,”
Shan Meixian chuckled.
“Haha! I sometimes pretend too. But looking at those guests outside, they’re almost always hypocritical; it makes me want to vomit,”
Yuan Yueze sighed.
"Today is our big day, how did we end up talking about such heavy topics! I don't care how many wives my husband will have in the future! Because I know that no matter how many sisters come, my position in my husband's heart will never change!"
Fu Junqiang said sweetly, leaning against Yuan Yueze's chest.
"Junqiang is right, besides, my husband is so powerful in bed, even all the sisters combined can't beat him! Isn't that right, Junqiang?"
Shan Ruyin winked at Fu Junqiang mischievously.
"I'm not the weakest, Sister Xiuxun is the weakest! I remember the time she was most powerful, she only lasted three times before fainting!"
Fu Junqiang said without restraint, like a female hooligan.
"How can you talk such nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Although everyone in the family knew about Shang Xiuxun's 'fighting power,' hearing it said like this made her even more embarrassed, so she threatened Fu Junqiang fiercely.
"We know these things best! Mother is the best, then Sister Yuzhen, then Sister Junzhuo, Sister Susu, Sister Yuzhi..."
Shan Wanjing chimed in.
The girls in the room immediately started playfully bickering, blushing.
After a moment, the three little devils, Shan Wanjing and her two friends, huddled together and continued their discussion: "Mother is the best! I remember she did it nine times in one go!"
"No, Sister Yuzhen is the best! I remember she did it ten times!"
"You two weren't secretly counting every time, were you?"
"Didn't you count?"
"No way! But do you know whose voice is the prettiest?"
"Who?"
"Sister Zhenzhen! Her voice is as sweet as a kitten's!"...
The more they talked, the more outrageous it became; such talk only happened in the bedroom. The other girls, tired of their playful antics, could only helplessly watch the three 'unscrupulous' girls gossip and exchange experiences, like spectators at a play.
"Let the three of them continue their discussion, we should go to the bridal chamber!"
Yuan Yueze chuckled, picked up Shang Xiuxun in his arms, and said to the women around him.
Although the women were already used to Yuan Yueze's various absurdities, they still blushed, their faces as alluring as the sunset. They gracefully rose and followed Yuan Yueze towards the bedroom.
"Oh! They're gone, let's hurry and follow them!"
Fu Junqiang shouted.
"Let's count them carefully again tonight and see who's the best!"
Shan Wanjing exclaimed like a scholar...
The next day, at the beginning of the day, at the Song Family Mountain City's grand drill ground.
The drill ground was teeming with people, a dark mass, numbering over a thousand, more than double the number at yesterday's banquet, with constant buzzing whispers.
On the square stone platform, over a hundred feet long and wide, the space was as vast as the wilderness.
A row of high chairs was placed around the perimeter, and all the distinguished guests were seated, occasionally whispering among themselves.
The two main characters still hadn't appeared.
Yuan Yueze and his wives were already seated on the north side. To prevent their beauty from being coveted, Shan Meixian had specifically instructed the women to cover their faces with heavy veils. However, their appearance still caused quite a stir. At 1:15 AM, Song Shidao, sitting
next to Yuan Yueze, asked,
"I wonder what kind of shock Father and Master Fu will bring us today?" "It's hard to say. Father-in-law's fighting spirit has permeated the entire mountain city, and Master Fu's aura is so strong that even I can't sense it. It seems to have merged into the heavens and earth. It's hard to say whether the two will just exchange blows. Once they clash, it could be a fight to the death. This is the true will of a martial artist!" Yuan Yueze chuckled. Although his voice was not loud, everyone within several feet could hear it. The news spread, and all the spectators realized that today's battle was anything but simple, and it was very likely to turn into a fight to the death. "They're here!" Yuan Yueze suddenly shouted. The sound didn't travel far, but a strange scene suddenly appeared, and everyone around the training ground fell silent. The previously sunny and cloudless sky was suddenly filled with a thin sea of mist, and on the training ground, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, a white figure appeared out of thin air, standing in the center of the stone platform. The figure was clearly still, yet to outsiders, it appeared and disappeared, elusive and unpredictable. This sensation was absolutely imperceptible to anyone but those with a certain level of cultivation. The moment the figure appeared, the thin sea of mist abruptly changed, swirling into countless swords of varying sizes and shapes, a sight that felt strange, magical, and unbelievable. Everyone felt the overwhelming sword energy appearing and disappearing, strong and weak, compelling them to submit. The person on the platform had robes that swayed gently in the wind, and behind his arm, he held a simple yet elegant blue longsword, named 'Yi Jian' (The Chess Sword). 'Yi Jian Master' Fu Cailin. "Tap, tap, tap." A series of strange footsteps rang out. The strange footsteps startled everyone from their daze at the wondrous sight before them. Following the sound, they saw Song Que, a hundred feet away, holding his famous, thick-backed longsword, the 'Heavenly Blade,' in his left hand, walking step by step. Yet, it was as if his body was suspended in mid-air, without any external force, seemingly traversing the void. His steps appeared to land on the ground, yet also as if he were hovering a mere inch above it. His face was calm, his expression relaxed, as if he were strolling leisurely. The strange footsteps were the main reason many people imagined Song Que was traversing the void. However, those with cultivation levels like Yuan Yueze and Shan Meixian understood that it was an illusion created by Song Que's spiritual power. Each of Song Que's steps seemed small, but in less than ten steps, his figure had already reached within two feet of Fu Cailin on the stone platform—a small step that covered more than ten feet! Even before the duel began, bizarre and extraordinary scenes unfolded one after another, leaving everyone in awe of the grandmasters' extraordinary cultivation. After Song Que arrived, half of the countless sword strikes dissipated, and the mist covering Song Que's half of the platform gradually dissipated, restoring the clear, bright sky to its original state. The two simply focused their gazes on each other, their divine light radiating, revealing a subtle sense of mutual respect and camaraderie between evenly matched opponents. At this moment, the two on the platform no longer seemed like people living in this world, but rather like two legends who had long since severed ties with the mortal realm, destined to appear in the halls of martial arts. "Having spent several days discussing the Dao with Brother Cailin, I, Song Que, have gained much. Today's battle is unavoidable," Song Que said. His words were as simple and direct as his sword, his aura intimidating. "Although I, Fu, am moved, I still feel it does not violate the natural order, which is strange," Fu Cailin said calmly, standing proudly and unaffected. Song Que's swordsmanship originated from the battlefield, honed and summarized from countless battles, making it a "killing sword." In the process of fighting and competing, it is either you die or I die. Although sparring should not focus on the result but on the process, once the "Heavenly Blade" is used, it means that the "killing sword" has been used, and it is destined to be a fight to the death.

The greatest truths are simple, beginning with one and ending with nine; the greatest truths are formless. Fu Cailin's martial arts deeply understand the way of nature. His "Chess Sword Technique," a fusion of the "Nine Profound Great Laws," can be considered a "sword of nature." If one's fighting spirit is contrary to the way of nature, its power will be correspondingly diminished. Were Fu Cailin's strange words true or false?
The duel between two grandmasters didn't deliberately seek out weaknesses in their opponent's mind; they were simply using their skills to demonstrate their peak, with no other purpose.
The hearts of the spectators were already racing, even blinking was considered a luxury, for they might miss any detail.
Song Que remained silent, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, a profound and unfathomable smile appearing on his lips.
Some of the spectators' expressions changed drastically.
Before them lay the image of Song Que's right hand slowly moving towards the hilt of his sword. The movement was remarkably slow, deliberate yet steady, every inch moving at the same pace, as if he were one with the heavens and earth, and the deeper, eternally hidden essence behind them. It possessed a constant yet ever-changing quality, flawless in its execution.
The Yuan Yueze family had witnessed this technique before, but almost none of the spectators had actually seen Song Que wield his sword. Furthermore, the subtleties of Song Que's move were beyond the comprehension of ordinary individuals.
Fu Cailin's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Song Que. Secretly, he gathered his strength, focusing his energy on his 'Yi Jian' (a martial arts technique), for as a master of the same level, he knew that the strike that followed Song Que's initial movement would be anything but simple; it would be unpredictable, earth-shattering, a strike without beginning or end.
Just as the movement to draw the sword was about to reach its midpoint, Song Que suddenly accelerated, gripping the hilt with an astonishing speed barely perceptible to the naked eye.
"Clang!"
A flash of golden light, and the 'Heavenly Blade' was drawn.
The stone platform was instantly filled with a chilling aura. The 'Heavenly Blade' sliced through the air, its blade gleaming, concentrating all the life and death energy of heaven and earth at its edge. Everything around it lost its color, as if only this one person and this blade existed in the world.
The feeling was strange and eerie beyond description.
Song Que's figure seemed to vanish; in everyone's eyes, only the 'Heavenly Blade' pierced through the air, traversing a two-zhang space, directly striking Fu Cailin. The 'Heavenly Blade' produced no sound of wind, and no trace of sword energy was felt, but Yuan Yueze below the platform's eyes flashed with a strange light, for he clearly understood that Song Que's blade enveloped the heavens and earth, leaving Fu Cailin with no choice but to fight head-on.
At the same time as the Heavenly Blade attacked, Fu Cailin stepped forward, his 'Yi Jian' seemingly thrusting yet not thrusting, seemingly parrying yet not parrying. To outsiders, the sword's movement appeared erratic, but to Yuan Yueze, it actually moved along a precisely rhythmic wave-like trajectory with extremely small angles, its speed unpredictable and mysterious.
Being able to discern the approximate strength of Song Que and Fu Cailin showed that Yuan Yueze was no longer the same person he once was; his cultivation had reached the threshold of the Grandmaster's Hall.
When he one day fully comprehends his own 'body and mind,' that will be the moment he becomes a true Grandmaster.
Fu Cailin's gentle true energy flowed through the 'Yi Jian,' tracing an indescribably beautiful azure arc to meet Song Que's devastating strike.
"Bang!"
In a flash, the figures merged and separated, the two standing a foot apart, back to back.
Song Que's body had become one with the 'Heavenly Blade,' which seemed to come alive, instinctively seeking its opponent. It unleashed a beautiful golden light, striking towards Fu Cailin's back. His body was entirely driven by the blade, the blade's movements flowing naturally and flawlessly.
Fu Cailin shifted slightly, raising his 'Chess Sword,' its blade directly against the blade's tip.
Some onlookers already showed confusion.
In this exchange, both had completely abandoned the advantages of their weapons.
A blade, originally skilled in slashing, was used to thrust at the enemy. A sword, originally skilled in agility, was used to block a blade.
This was merely the thinking of someone lacking cultivation.
How could the moves of two grandmasters be so easily deciphered?
Song Que's blade wouldn't be so foolish.
Fu Cailin's 'Chess Sword Technique' was based on anticipating the opponent's moves. He sensed that Song Que's seemingly powerful strike contained hidden intent within the blade.
The sword and blade clashed without a sound.
Because of their lightning-fast speed and heightened senses, the two changed tactics even before truly clashing.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound rang out as the tip of 'Yi Jian' finally met Song Que's blade, just two feet off the ground.
A whirlwind of energy surged and billowed outwards from the point of contact, creating an astonishing spectacle.
Without pausing, Song Que's swordplay shifted again, wrapping around his entire body. It was as light and graceful as wielding a sword, his entire body shimmering with golden light, making it impossible to predict the next trajectory of 'Tian Dao'.
This strike was flawless.
Fu Cailin's eyes flashed with admiration. 'Yi Jian' moved with his will; what appeared to be a clumsy, laughable strike contained a myriad of movements, seemingly advancing and retreating, rising and falling, mysterious and unpredictable.
Each strike was aimed at gathering even greater momentum; the sword tip emitted a clear ring, instantly turning the space it passed through into emptiness, drawing all the airflow to the tip, forming a small sphere.
Midway through, the swordplay shifted rapidly, unleashing countless variations. The "Yi Jian" technique wove an invisible yet substantial sword net, aimed at Song Que's elusive and unpredictable strike.
The clanging sounds of their attacks clashed incessantly. Every exchange, every movement, was perfectly natural, without the slightest hindrance, yet each movement revealed the limits of human potential and the profound mysteries of martial arts.
The two world-renowned grandmasters possessed boundless and powerful true energy, making each clash of swords seem endless, almost an eternal, unchanging force in the universe.
After exchanging over a hundred blows, Fu and Song finally separated, retreating to their original positions.
The battle seemed to have returned to its starting point; the two stood in their original positions, once again locked in a stalemate.
Fu Cailin stroked his beard and praised, "Brother Song's strike is exquisite, a sword embedded within the blade; it's truly unbelievable."
Song Que laughed loudly, "This comes from Xiao Ze's 'Understanding the Sword Within the Blade,' with my own inspiration added."
The audience below found Song Que utterly unbelievable.
Song Que had been a renowned figure in the martial world for over forty years, a man of aloof pride and unyielding spirit, his dedication to the blade far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Such a person would disdain other weapons. Yet Song Que's calm acceptance of this sword-within-a-blade technique demonstrated a shift and improvement in his mindset.
Song Que continued, "Brother Cailin's swordsmanship is also incredibly profound, entering nature without being bound by it, merging with all things without depending on them—it's equally surprising."
Fu Cailin laughed loudly, "Heaven and earth are in their proper places, and all things flourish. The Way is not far from man, and the law has no fixed form. Sincerity is self-realization. The Way is self-realization. Sincerity is the beginning and end of all things; without sincerity, nothing exists."
After a slight pause, Fu Cailin added, "However, before the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure are aroused, this is called equilibrium; when they are aroused and all are in proper measure, this is called harmony—this is my Way."
Song Que nodded in praise, "Only the most sincere in the world can fully realize their nature. If one can fully realize their nature, then one can fully realize the nature of others. If one can fully realize the nature of others, then one can fully realize the nature of things. If one can fully realize the nature of things, then one can assist in the transformative and nurturing processes of heaven and earth. If one can assist in the transformative and nurturing processes of heaven and earth, then one can participate in the workings of heaven and earth."
The two exchanged a glance and laughed heartily.
Many onlookers with limited knowledge were already completely bewildered.
Others, such as Li Shimin and Yuwen Shiji, who were of considerable talent, were already frowning in thought. Even Shen Luoyan had begun to ponder.
After a long laugh, Song Que's heroic spirit surged again: "Having won this battle today, I could die content!"
Fu Cailin nodded: "Fu Cailin deeply agrees. Brother Song, please."
Yuan Yueze's eyes remained fixed on the two grandmasters in the arena, and he said with delight: "The essence of swordsmanship between Father-in-law and Master will bring countless inspirations to future generations. Superficial understanding is futile; only by seeking the constant amidst constant change, not being bound by external things, and forgetting what one has gained, can one reach the pinnacle!"
The performance and conversation between the two just now were inextricably linked to Yuan Yueze.
Song Que's saber and Fu Cailin's sword had a tremendous impact on Yuan Yueze's martial arts development. Similarly, Yuan Yueze's own 'Dao' also influenced Song Que and Fu Cailin.
Persistence is a double-edged sword; sometimes it can be a driving force for progress in a certain field, but as one approaches the peak, this persistence becomes the biggest obstacle to further progress. Song Que's swordsmanship, driven by unwavering dedication, reached its peak, yet also stagnated for decades just before truly reaching its pinnacle.
Ultimately, Song Que relinquished his obsession, allowing him to expand his focus on the sword to an objective perspective on all martial arts. This was the primary reason he finally broke through his limits and reached a higher level.
Fu Cailin's swordsmanship, on the other hand, integrated the Way of Nature with the Way Yuan Yueze upheld, achieving further progress.
No doctrine or ideology in the world is ever perfect. Yuan Yueze's Way was based on the Doctrine of the Mean, incorporating his own principles. Through numerous interactions, this greatly influenced Fu Cailin.
Regardless of the era, those who single-mindedly adhere to a single ideology always exist, but this leads to mediocrity.
At this moment, Song Que and Fu Cailin, not only in their martial arts cultivation but also in their thoughts, had transcended the limitations of their time—these were true grandmasters.
For the first time, Yuan Yueze felt a sense of admiration for the two men present.
As the two figures gazed at each other across the arena, their every movement imbued with profound truths, Yuan Yueze felt himself present, as both Song Que and Fu Cailin, experiencing with his own body thoughts and experiences not his own.
Even as Yuan Yueze marveled at the essence of Song Que and Fu Cailin's swordsmanship, many around him were drawn by his words and turned to look. After
a few appreciative glances, when they tried to turn their gaze back to the arena, almost everyone was stunned, their eyes glued to the scene.
Yuan Yueze's figure had begun to fade; even Song Shidao, sitting beside him, was struggling to reach out and confirm his presence. Yuan Yueze's breathing was perfectly synchronized with the heavens and earth, making it seem as if the figure sitting there was merely a silhouette, not a real person.
Was this an illusion, or reality?
Yuan Yueze's simple nature was his greatest advantage, making it easier for him to communicate with the universe than most. His personality also allowed him to easily reach a state of 'forgetting oneself and the world' in his chosen fields.
At this moment, he was still sitting there, both himself and not himself.
The sounds of clashing swords on the stone platform brought everyone back to their senses. Many people paused for a moment near Yuan Yueze as they looked away.
Fu Junqiang, sitting between Yuan Yueze and Shan Meixian, had her eyes slightly closed, her figure and aura also appearing and disappearing.
The two in the arena had already exchanged several blows.
"Brother Song, be careful!"
Fu Cailin said, his eyes narrowing.
Before his voice finished, the 'Yi Jian' had already transformed into specks of azure light with a flick of his wrist, sealing off Song Que's entire body. Each azure sword swirl, in the eyes of the spectators, transformed into a star in the sky, each point seemingly covering Song Que, yet each point seemed eternally still.
Change contained constancy.
Sensing the terrifying power of this move, Song Que surprisingly did not block it head-on. Instead, he withdrew his 'Tian Dao' and held it horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed on the blade, like an old monk in meditation, completely indifferent to the impending shower of stars.
As the 'Sword of Chess' attacked without trajectory, without landing, without speed, and with unpredictable movements, Song Que finally moved. However, instead of retreating, he took a small step to the side and swept his blade swiftly. A
precise strike met the myriad sword shadows.
The sword shadows suddenly abandoned all paths, all heading straight for the blade, striking it repeatedly in a tight, relentless barrage. With each clash, the two figures became unpredictable, chasing and leaping with astonishing speed, their movements blurred by the naked eye, creating a scene as if many were fighting simultaneously – a truly spectacular sight.
The 'Sword of Chess' was cunning and agile, penetrating every opening, as if it had eyes, relentlessly attacking the 'Heavenly Blade'.
Song Que's response was bizarre and extraordinary. The blade, back, guard, and hilt of the 'Heavenly Blade' all became weapons, using slowness to counter speed, simplicity to overcome complexity, blocking Fu Cailin's surging offensive with unparalleled skill.
Both men moved with effortless ease, attacking and defending at will, their movements tightly packed yet possessing a flowing, natural grace—a spectacle too brilliant for words to describe.
After the continuous clash of swords, their figures blurred and then separated. The two returned to their initial standoff, as if they had never fought.
A fleeting red glow flashed across their faces almost simultaneously, their expressions unchanged.
"Why was Master Fu's swordplay, which made it impossible to resist, broken by the 'Heavenly Blade' with a single strike? Why did he withdraw his sword net?"
Song Jingang asked curiously.
"Perhaps it's because that strike was so profound, its trajectory drawing all the energy within a ten-foot radius to the blade. Master Fu either suffered mutual injury or had to withdraw and fight back with all his might. Lord Song's blade is truly fearless and unstoppable; once it strikes, it abandons everything,"
Dugu Fengyi, sitting not far from him, said thoughtfully.
She guessed that both Fu Cailin and Song Que were suffering from internal injuries, only managing to suppress them with their superior cultivation.
Song Jingang, whose cultivation was only considered ordinary, nodded sheepishly upon hearing this.
Fu and Song faced each other for a long time, their bodies trembling slightly at the same time for some reason, a strange look flashing in their eyes, as if they were telepathically connected, and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Suddenly, Song Que's expression became solemn and dignified, his hands clasped together, holding the 'Heavenly Blade' high above his head, his posture and demeanor like that of a fearless and invincible war god. Though his posture remained motionless, the momentum of his blade had already begun. Under the influence of his overwhelming sword intent, a chilling atmosphere of death slowly permeated the area within several feet.
The onlookers were terrified. If the prelude to this move was already so frightening, what would the actual attack be like?
Fu Cailin's 'Yi Jian' had somehow shifted behind his back, and he calmly stroked his long beard, seemingly unaffected, as he gazed at Song Que, who was gathering his aura.
The onlookers were also bewildered, wondering what Fu Cailin was up to. Was he planning to stop the fight or surrender?
Not at all.
Just looking at his eyes, it was clear that he was extremely eager for Song Que's attack.
Song Que had said that his sword technique was a method of killing honed through countless battles, and now it had finally been proven. Under the influence of the fierce and domineering sword intent, the world instantly transformed into a battlefield of bloodshed, with rivers of blood and corpses strewn everywhere.
Thousands of horses and soldiers clashed, seemingly in a frenzy. The flames of war raged, a shocking crimson expanse.
The brutal and inhumane scenes of war, painted on the canvas of heaven and earth, splashed with blood, wielded by swords and spears, and embellished with the screams of soldiers, vividly unfold before our eyes a scroll of hell themed around death. Its
powerful impact is terrifying, chilling, and awe-inspiring.
A sudden gust of wind swept across the training ground, growing ever stronger and whipping up clouds of dust.
The sky flickered between light and shadow, with flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across the horizon.
As his inner energy reached its peak, Song Que raised his 'Heavenly Blade' high above his head and slowly brought it down, his aura like that of a general issuing a command, a thousand troops in battle forming a square formation, pressing towards Fu Cailin.
Fu Cailin's expression was incredibly solemn, his right wrist slowly twisting.
Suddenly, everyone watching felt a loss of balance beneath their feet, everything around them seemingly vanishing, leaving only a vast, dark void before them.
The deep, boundless void served as a backdrop to the imposing, murderous aura of the thousand troops.
The two hadn't even exchanged blows, yet the energy they generated was already so profound; their cultivation had indeed reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
The 'Sword of Chess' drew an arc of unparalleled beauty, embodying the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Following the most mysterious and profound trajectory, it thrust out without any frills, meeting the slowly descending 'Heavenly Blade,' which seemed utterly powerless to meet.
To the onlookers, the speed of the sword and blade appeared indescribably slow, as if deliberately deliberately so.
Those among the spectators whose cultivation had reached a certain level understood: this seemingly simple and unremarkable sword and blade strike contained power and speed far exceeding human limits. It was not something that could be blocked by mere effort.
Time seemed to stretch on for an eternity before the sword tip finally collided with the blade.
"Boom!"
At the same time, lightning flashed, and a thunderclap struck from the clear sky, like a long-brewing thunderstorm, instantly filling the heavens and earth. The massive lightning bolt struck the point where the sword and blade clashed.
Affected by the thunder and the blinding lightning, everyone's eyes were blinded and their ears deafened.
A moment later, the crowd, their sight and hearing restored, looked towards the center of the stone platform and were instantly dumbfounded.
The center of the platform had collapsed, creating a large crater about ten feet in diameter, blasted out by the heavenly lightning, a scene of utter devastation.
As the dust settled, wisps of smoke lingered. The 'Heavenly Blade' and 'Yi Sword,' broken in two, lay quietly in the crater, while Song Que and Fu Cailin were nowhere to be seen.
Even more horrifying was that a bottomless black hole had appeared out of thin air at the spot where the swords had clashed, slowly shrinking and disappearing.
The thousands of people in the arena were completely stunned, all they could do was stare blankly at the black hole that was slowly vanishing into nothingness.
※※※※※ "Phew! Are we really not going to say goodbye? Won't Xun'er blame us?"
Atop the Bright Moon Tower, a thousand feet away from the training ground, a handsome young man stood tall, letting out a long sigh after witnessing the heavenly lightning strike.
"It's not like we're parting ways forever, let's go!"
The young woman behind the man laughed and tugged at his ear. The two figures sped away like light.

Chapter 32 Hidden in the City
"Hey, kid Song, you actually 'went' without me lifting a finger, very good! Very good!"
Half a mile outside Song Family Mountain City, a hunched and lewd figure floated dozens of feet in the air. His eyes glowed with a pale green, eerie light as he stared intently at the spot where the lightning struck half a mile away. He muttered to himself, his voice extremely cold, completely incongruous with his short and thin figure.
"Kid Yuan is still not simple! But there's no point in staying here any longer. Those 'trash' in the Central Plains are enough to keep you busy!"
The man muttered to himself again.
After speaking, he turned and disappeared into the distance like a ghost. The gradually disappearing thin figure became increasingly imposing, indescribably strange. If anyone could witness this scene, they would surely be shocked on the spot.
On the grand training ground of the mountain city, many were still stunned by the sudden and bizarre phenomenon.
"Brother Song, you've finally achieved your 'Heavenly Dao'!"
A plain-looking old woman in a simple gray robe sighed softly from the crowd. She then turned and left, a string of tears sliding down her cheeks, tracing a graceful arc in the air, the teardrop reflecting a rainbow of colors before instantly dissolving into the dust.
"Father!"
"Master!"
Several cries of grief rang out. Song Yuzhi and the two sisters, Fu Junzhuo and Fu Junyu, rushed to the broken sword and knelt, weeping bitterly.
Fu Junqiang trembled violently, her face deathly pale, her eyes unfocused, fine beads of sweat forming on her smooth forehead. After only a soft call, she collapsed onto Shan Meixian's fragrant shoulder, too weak to move again.
Yuan Yueze and the Song family rushed over to comfort her.
"This...this is 'Shattering the Void'? I actually witnessed 'Shattering the Void' in my lifetime?"
"The two masters must have ascended to immortality by now, right?"
"That's for sure! We must also cultivate diligently and strive to reach that level as soon as possible!"
"You? In your next life!"
"But they have attained 'Heavenly Dao,' yet their families and children are weeping for them. Is 'Heavenly Dao' truly heartless?"
The spectators, influenced by the three women's mournful cries, gradually came to their senses. Looking at Fu Junqiang, who seemed to have lost all life, a cacophony of voices erupted in the training ground. Some expressed admiration, some sighed, some sympathized, some were puzzled...
"Brother Shidao, today's battle will surely be remembered for eternity! Senior 'Heavenly Blade' and Master Fu must have ascended to the Immortal Realm, fulfilling their life's purpose. We should be happy for them."
Li Shimin led the way with several of his men, offering Song Shidao words of comfort with an understanding expression.
“Is ‘Heaven’s Way’ about sacrificing everything? If so, I’d rather give up martial arts altogether!”
Song Shidao stared blankly at the pair of swords on the ground, his expression numb, muttering to himself like an old monk who had seen through ten thousand years of vicissitudes.
“Brother Shidao, there’s no need to be sad. Please accept my condolences! Miss Song’s delicate body will not be able to withstand this!”
Li Shimin didn’t seem to mind Song Shidao’s lack of attention and spoke earnestly.
“What the Prince of Qin said makes sense! But we can all understand Miss Song’s feelings. On the contrary, isn’t Young Master Yuan sad?”
Dugu Ce and the other envoys from various forces had also gathered around. Dugu Ce glanced at the calm Yuan Yueze with ill intent, a sinister glint in his eyes, and spoke.
“Xiao Ze, do you think your father has really become an immortal? Aren’t you sad? My little sister will have no father to love her anymore!”
Upon hearing Dugu Ce’s words, Song Shidao turned his gaze to the emotionless Yuan Yueze and asked with slight agitation.
"Zhizhi still has me. Father-in-law has become an immortal; we should be happy!"
Yuan Yueze said, not even glancing at Song Shidao, with an air of profound mystery.
"Bullshit! What good is becoming an immortal after losing your father? Can you understand the pain we children feel? I really misjudged you!"
The usually gentle and refined Song Shidao suddenly lost his temper in front of everyone, cursing loudly.
"Second brother, I understand your feelings, but what do you mean by that?"
Yuan Yueze's tone also turned cold.
"Father loves you! What can I say? But how have you repaid Father?"
Song Shidao was already extremely agitated, his body trembling violently.
The others were quick-witted and understood the general reason for Song Shidao's outburst: he was dissatisfied with Song Que's high regard for Yuan Yueze, and had been suppressing it until now. With Song Que gone, he could no longer hold back.
"Second Brother, don't force my husband. He's not a heartless person!"
Seeing the two arguing in public, Song Yuzhi had no choice but to stand up and lower her voice.
"Stop talking! You've completely disgraced the Song Clan! Go back to your rooms!"
Song Zhi, now the highest commander in Shancheng, had a well-hidden smug glint in his eyes as he coldly addressed Song Shidao and Yuan Yueze. No matter
how well Song Zhi concealed his smugness, it was still noticed by the envoys from various factions present. They had been focused on these people ever since they saw Song and Yuan start arguing.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward. Song Yuzhi first pulled the still agitated Song Shidao, bowed, and left.
“Xiao Ze, today’s events are truly too sudden. Eldest brother has indeed attained the ‘Heavenly Dao,’ but he has left behind these two children! Master Dao’s emotions are not right; you must understand him. You absolutely cannot leave; Shancheng cannot be without you.”
A strange glint flashed in Song Zhi’s eyes as he patted Yuan Yueze’s shoulder and spoke.
“Second Uncle, there’s no need to comfort me. I never planned to stay in Shancheng anyway. I enjoy the life of the wilderness. With Father-in-law gone, Shancheng will be managed by Second Uncle from now on. We’ll leave in a few days to live a secluded life. Don’t make things difficult for Second Brother; I know he must have been very agitated to lose his composure.”
Yuan Yueze’s tone was no longer cold, but rather carried a hint of desolation.
“Alas! Who would have thought things would turn out like this! Second Uncle won’t force you. You should all go and rest first. If this continues, Junzhuo and the other two sisters won’t be able to take it.”
Song Zhi pointed to the three Fu sisters, who were still kneeling on the ground crying, and said to Yuan Yueze. Although his expression was pained, the smugness in his eyes grew stronger.
Yuan Yueze, of course, also noticed the strangeness in Song Zhi's eyes. He gave him a strange look, shook his head, sighed, helped up the two women on the ground and Shan Meixian, who was holding the unconscious Fu Junqiang, and turned to leave.
Dugu Feng and Shen Luoyan both noticed the strange atmosphere in the room. They should have been happier the more chaotic the Song clan was, but hearing Yuan Yueze's desolate sigh, both women felt sorry for him. Dugu Feng even wanted to take a step forward to comfort Yuan Yueze, but was pulled back by Dugu Ce, who gave her a fierce look.
"I'm sorry for making you all laugh. I hope you don't mind. Please go back and rest. I will apologize to you all at the banquet tonight!"
Seeing that Yuan Yueze and the women left without even saying goodbye to the guests, Song Zhi couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He gave a dry laugh and apologized.
The envoys from all sides had no time to pay attention to these matters; they were already busy with their own calculations.
After a few more pleasantries, some took their leave on the spot, while others stayed to continue attending the wedding banquet.
In ancient times, wedding banquets lasted at least three days. Those who left were mostly people from the martial arts world or representatives of smaller forces. How could the envoys from the major powers leave so easily? Now was the best time to gather information.
Everyone went back to rest, each with their own ulterior motives, while Song Lu, under Song Zhi's instruction, arranged for people to clean up the now messy training ground.
At dusk, at Tingtao Xiaozhu
, only Yuan Yueze's family lived in the courtyard. In the artificial lake by the rockery in the east courtyard, Yuan Yueze's wives and Xiao Bei were playing in the water.
"Sister, why did your pipa playing sound so melancholic last night?"
Shan Meixian splashed a handful of water at Xiao Bei, teasingly asking.
Xiao Bei, teased, blushed instantly, her eyes darting around as she replied, "No...no, I just happened to come across 'The Setting Sun' yesterday, and I was so captivated by the melody that I unconsciously started playing it. Surely I've disturbed your 'good time,' sister!"
Xiao Bei's response was a mix of teasing and playful banter. Shan Meixian, hearing this, was taken aback, then laughed, "Your good brother is so focused on everything he does, how could he be affected by external things! But your answer, sister, doesn't seem quite true!"
Xiao Bei, deeply influenced by ancient etiquette, couldn't bear Shan Meixian's words and dared not continue the conversation. She could only lower her head and silently wash her smooth, silky skin.
Shan Meixian whispered a few words in her ear, and Xiao Bei's face instantly turned bright red. She looked up at Shan Meixian, her expression complex, her eyes filled with gratitude and shyness.
It was early evening, just before dusk.
Yuan Yueze refused the dinner invitation sent by Song Zhi and instead slept with his wives, taking turns to caress them.
The 'battle' in the room finally ended at the end of the evening with Su Su's high-pitched, melodious moan and Yuan Yueze's roar.
The remaining women, still conscious, were too exhausted to continue, panting heavily as they savored the pleasure of their encounter.
"Husband, stop teasing us. Go see Xiao Meizi. How long have you neglected her?"
Shan Meixian gently patted Yuan Yueze's hand, which was still kneading her breasts, with her delicate, boneless hand.
"Ah?"
Yuan Yueze then remembered Xiao Bei; since returning to the mountain city, they had barely exchanged ten words.
"Meixian, you're acting like a brothel madam!"
Yuan Yueze teased, one hand held down, the other reaching for the woman's shapely buttocks.
Having her sensitive spot attacked, Shan Meixian, already powerless to fight any longer, let out a soft moan, her eyes filled with pleading: "Ugh...you're being so awful! Sister Xiao is truly heartbroken, I can feel it. Go quickly. Use your wicked tricks on her, we sisters want to sleep!"
"But sister, didn't you say today that you'd let your husband 'eat' Sister Xiao in a few days?"
Su Su asked curiously from Yuan Yueze's other side.
"Did you hear everything you said today?"
Shan Meixian asked, looking at Su Su.
"With my cultivation level, of course I couldn't hear it, but Sister Zhenzhen secretly told Su Su."
Su Su laughed.
"Tonight or a few days later, it doesn't matter, husband, go quickly!"
Shan Meixian nodded upon hearing Su Su's words, then said to Yuan Yueze.
Yuan Yueze comforted them for a few more moments, and the women fell asleep contentedly. He got up alone, dressed neatly, and headed towards Xiao Bei's room not far away.
Before even reaching Xiao Bei's room, Yuan Yueze could faintly hear heavy breathing coming from inside. Suddenly recalling the powerful and eerie aura he'd sensed on the training ground earlier that day, Yuan Yueze frowned, worried that Xiao Bei might be harmed, and rushed towards her door.
※※※※※ Xiao Bei's days in the mountain city had indeed been miserable. While she lacked nothing materially, the emptiness and loneliness she felt grew increasingly intense.
She could have simply lived a leisurely life inside the bracelet, but inexplicably, she insisted on living not far from Yuan Yueze and the other girls' rooms. Night after night, she was harassed by the 'devilish sounds' of Yuan Yueze's family's revelry, and her mental state deteriorated day by day. She wanted to get away, yet her heart didn't want to leave. This contradictory state of mind, coupled with the burning desire within her body, was pushing her mind to the brink of collapse.
The day before her wedding, she finally met with the Song family members at Shan Meixian's suggestion. Song Que and the others were only slightly surprised, and it was not as bad as she had imagined.
Xiao Bei understood her identity, yet her attachment to Yuan Yueze grew ever deeper, almost imperceptibly. Although she lived with Yuan Yueze's family, which might seem normal to outsiders, Xiao Bei knew best that she and Yuan Yueze's family were essentially living in two different worlds. Yuan Yueze reveled with women every night, and Xiao Bei, having listened for so long, knew perfectly well who was the most stamina, who was the weakest, whose cries were the most seductive, and whose were the most innocent.
She couldn't understand what was wrong with Yuan Yueze; upon returning to the mountain city for his upcoming wedding, he had completely forgotten his sister, forgotten the promises he had made to her. Was it 'forgetting his sister after getting a wife'? Or was it 'I'm not as charming as his wives'? As desire gradually overwhelmed reason, the dignified and virtuous Xiao Bei had become obsessed, her thinking devoid of logic.
She had even attended the wedding as a witness, and during the ceremony, she unexpectedly met her future son-in-law, Yuwen Shiji. The moment Xiao Bei and Yuwen Shiji locked eyes, Xiao Bei noticed Yuwen Shiji's embarrassment, while Xiao Bei remained unusually natural. Her mind was filled with Yuan Yueze's image, and she could no longer calmly consider the awkward situation.
Last night was Yuan Yueze's wedding night, and Xiao Bei had once again quietly listened to more than two hours of 'celestial music.' While the passion subsided on one side, she had nowhere to vent her frustration on the other. Xiao Bei sighed softly, her slender, jade-like fingers slowly reaching towards her delicate area, letting out a low moan…
She had lost count of how many times she had done this. Each time, she warned herself never to do it again, but upon hearing the intoxicating sounds from not far away, Xiao Bei seemed to be under a spell, repeating the actions she later regretted.
Xiao Bei was no longer young, and it was inevitable that she would feel lonely and sentimental due to the passing of her youth, feeling sorry for herself. But she wasn't so crazy as to offer herself to him willingly. Because no matter how irrational Xiao Bei was, the deeply ingrained feudalistic mindset of women could not be changed by simply reading books for a month or two.
She remained reserved and passive,
struggling against her physical instincts.
Today, Shan Meixian finally whispered in her ear, "In a few days, after the mountain city calms down, I'll have your good younger brother come and keep you company."
The meaning was crystal clear; as the eldest of Yuan Yueze's many wives, Shan Meixian's words carried considerable weight. Xiao Bei was extremely grateful for Shan Meixian's understanding.
Tonight, after bathing, the 'celestial music' from not far away began again. Xiao Bei's state of mind grew increasingly unbearable, but a final moment of clarity warned her: I must never do such a thing again! If my younger brother knew, he would look down on me and think I was a bad woman!
Thoughts were one thing, actions another. Two hours later, things gradually calmed down on Yuan Yueze's side, but the lust in Xiao Bei's heart grew stronger and stronger, gradually spiraling out of control.
As her slender, delicate fingers traced the garden once more, Xiao Bei let out a long, satisfied sigh, then comforted herself, "This is the last time."
With each deeper movement, her breathing became more rapid, and the moans from her luscious cherry lips grew louder. As her hands moved faster, the emptiness and heat in her body intensified; Xiao Bei felt her mouth dry and her head spin. Her private parts were burning hot, and her slender hands had reached their limit, yet for some reason, she was just a step away from that familiar, ethereal, blissful sensation.
Her fingers flew, but the ecstasy never arrived. Consumed by desire, Xiao Bei instinctively rolled over, from lying flat to kneeling on the bed. Her firm, rounded buttocks rose high, her head pressed tightly against the sheets, her hands continuing their ceaseless movements.
"Bang!"
"Sister!"
As the door was kicked open, Yuan Yueze rushed in with a frantic voice.
Upon seeing the scene before him, Yuan Yueze was instantly dumbfounded, staring at Xiao Bei as if his soul had been ripped from his body.
Xiao Bei's fragrant buttocks were facing the door, her delicate fingers flitting about around her private area. Her previously irrational mind was suddenly jolted awake by Yuan Yueze's arrival, like a bucket of cold water being poured over it. Xiao Bei immediately stopped moving, turning her head in bewilderment to look at Yuan Yueze who had suddenly burst through the door.
Yuan Yueze stared blankly at the beautiful sight before him: the posture of the beauty on the bed alone was enough to enchant any man in the world. Xiao Bei's soft, lotus-root-like arms, plump and slender jade-like legs, slightly flushed, snow-white skin, exquisitely beautiful features, and smooth, delicate face constituted the most beautiful scenery in the world. Amidst the lush grass, a slender jade finger, like the finishing touch on a painting, outlined a breathtakingly beautiful picture, making one involuntarily fall into its spell.
Affected by the sudden change, the naked Xiao Bei's body stiffened, frozen in place as if under a spell. Her large, misty eyes stared at Yuan Yueze in fear.
But the ecstasy she had long awaited suddenly struck without warning. Perhaps due to shock, or perhaps due to stimulation, Xiao Bei, on the verge of ecstasy, only paused for a moment before uncontrollably letting out a high-pitched scream, her sweat-drenched body convulsing violently several times.
The only sounds in the room were Xiao Bei's rapid breathing and Yuan Yueze's heavy breathing.
Slowly calming down, Xiao Bei was utterly mortified and dared not look at Yuan Yueze again, so embarrassed she wished the floor would disappear into. No matter how she imagined it, she couldn't have imagined Yuan Yueze suddenly barging in under these circumstances! She couldn't have imagined that she would actually climax in front of him, and in such a lewd position.
Xiao Bei regained some strength, forcibly mustered her energy, and retreated to the innermost part of the bed, hugging her knees, burying her weak body and head under the covers like an ostrich.
Seeing Xiao Bei huddled under the covers, trembling like a frightened bird, Yuan Yueze, gradually regaining his senses, didn't know what to do.
Concern clouded his judgment; indeed, many people of unknown origin had secretly come to Shancheng in the past few days, leading Yuan Yueze to barge in so recklessly, only to witness this 'good thing' before him. In fact, if he had used his brain even a little, he would have understood why the sounds coming from Xiao Bei's room were coming from.
While Yuan Yueze was pondering, Xiao Bei's heart was in turmoil: "It's over! My image in my little brother's eyes is completely ruined. He once said he loved my refined, ladylike demeanor, but my behavior just now was nothing like that! I was clearly a slut! Sister Meixian had planned to get closer to him again in a few days, but today she uncontrollably did those shameful things again, and he caught her red-handed! It's all my fault for not being calm, for being blinded by lust! It's all my own fault! I've ruined such a good relationship!"
Xiao Bei huddled under the covers, feeling increasingly miserable and hating herself, and began to sob softly.
Yuan Yueze, still lost in thought, heard the crying and quickly composed himself. He went to the bedside, reaching out to pull down the sheet to expose Xiao Bei's head. Xiao Bei felt utterly humiliated and unable to face Yuan Yueze, so she clung tightly to the blanket, refusing to let him succeed.
"Sister, you've suffered so much. It's all my fault for neglecting you,"
Yuan Yueze said, seeing her crying harder and harder, he pulled her into his arms, blanket and all, to comfort her.
"If you don't show your face, I'm leaving, and we'll no longer be siblings!"
Yuan Yueze threatened, but Xiao Bei remained huddled under the blanket, still sobbing.
"No!"
Xiao Bei instinctively poked her head out from under the blanket and cried out.
But all she saw was Yuan Yueze's gentle smile. She immediately realized she'd been tricked, her shyness returning, and she tried to shrink back under the blanket.
Yuan Yueze wouldn't let her succeed. He pulled her into his arms forcefully and pressed his lips against her fragrant cherry lips.
At this point, words were useless; action was the most effective.
Before Xiao Bei could react, he only made a few symbolic shoves before helplessly following Yuan Yueze's lead and offering the lilac, which then became entangled with it.
Inhale and exhale, exhale and inhale. After a while, Xiao Bei was completely immersed in the other's tenderness, her slender arms actively climbing onto Yuan Yueze's head and neck, only knowing to respond to the passionate kiss.
Their back-and-forth 'tongue battle' was enchanting and lingering. Yuan Yueze's mischievous hands began to roam all over the beauty's delicate body. Xiao Bei was already naked, and now, immersed in Yuan Yueze's breath, Yuan Yueze easily pulled off the blanket covering her, exposing her voluptuous body, as white as mutton fat jade, to the air.
A chill swept over her, and Xiao Bei trembled, opening her beautiful eyes that seemed to drip water, her flushed face lowered, trying to push Yuan Yueze away.
"What are you doing? Do you hate me?"
Yuan Yueze frowned.
Xiao Bei, already heartbroken, burst into tears again upon hearing this. Fearing Yuan Yueze's misunderstanding, she could only say bitterly, "Sister is a bad woman, you've seen it all, don't pay any more attention to her."
"What good woman, bad woman! That's just normal physiological need. I haven't looked down on you because of that! On the contrary, you're overly reserved. You'll give me one answer today: marry me or sever all ties from now on?"
Yuan Yueze knew Xiao Bei was deeply influenced by ancient etiquette; if he didn't get straight to the point, she wouldn't dare express her feelings.
Yuan Yueze's words were utterly devastating. Xiao Bei never expected him to say something like this; her expression shifted between light and shadow.
"Then I will leave Songjia Mountain City tomorrow. Please return, young master,"
Xiao Bei said after a long pause. Her tone was cold, her face expressionless.
Yuan Yueze hadn't expected Xiao Bei to be so stubborn. He stared blankly at her for a moment.
Xiao Bei was born into a noble family and was forcibly instilled with various aristocratic etiquettes from a young age. As an adult, she became the mother of a nation, and various complex etiquettes, laws, and doctrines were deeply imprinted in her bones. She dared not easily accept Yuan Yueze because the struggle between her true self and her ego was too intense, and she often lost her way.
"But I like you, sister. If you want me to let you go, then find a man you trust to pick you up. I'll feel at ease watching him."
Yuan Yueze could only continue to comfort her. Xiao Bei
's mood had gradually calmed down, and she knew Yuan Yueze's feelings all too well. Moreover, she was also deeply in love with Yuan Yueze. What stood between the two of them was the feudal ethics that had been ingrained in Xiao Bei's mind for decades.
"But sister is a bad woman. How can there be a virtuous woman like sister just now... just now..."
Xiao Bei stammered in a low voice, not daring to raise her head.
Hearing her say this, Yuan Yueze knew that he had a chance.
“If I had a man by my side right now, how could I do such a thing? The human body is a strange thing; sometimes it's beyond the control of reason.”
Yuan Yueze pulled her close and laughed.
“But…”
Xiao Bei felt relieved, but she was still uneasy.
“If this wedding hadn’t involved Zhizhi and the others’ families, I would have married you too. But don’t worry, I still have a beloved woman who isn’t married yet. How about we hold a grand wedding for you all next time?”
Yuan Yueze added.
“You should know that I don’t care about those things…”
Xiao Bei looked up and met Yuan Yueze’s gaze.
“I know you’ve enjoyed all the riches and honors. I’m saying this because I don’t want you to have any worries. A knot in your heart can ruin a person’s life! From now on, I just need to enjoy a free and unrestrained life.”
Yuan Yueze kissed her cheek.
“But, little brother, you really won’t look down on me? I was just… just now it was so embarrassing…”
Xiao Bei whispered.
Despite her stubbornness, Xiao Bei was afraid that if Yuan Yueze went this far, she might really lose this man. Her conflicted feelings made her feel both open and reserved.
"Now that you have me, sister, you can leave everything to me. From now on, let our family share everything for you. Don't keep things bottled up inside and ruin your life,"
Yuan Yueze chuckled, pressing his lips to hers again.
Xiao Bei's heart fluttered with excitement. Before she could speak, his tongue had already broken through her teeth.
Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of happiness welled up inside her. All her previous conflict, all the etiquette she had learned since childhood, vanished the moment his tongue entered her mouth.
Happiness was so simple.
Her mind went blank; Xiao Bei instinctively only knew how to reciprocate Yuan Yueze's gentleness.
When Xiao Bei regained her senses, she realized that her delicate area was about to be breached.
“Little brother, you must cherish your sister…”
Noticing the sturdiness of Yuan Yueze’s 'little Ze’, Xiao Bei trembled as she spoke. Xiao Bei had only ever been intimate with Yang Guang, how could Yang Guang’s 'endowment' compare to Yuan Yueze’s!
“What did you call me?”
Seeing that Xiao Bei still didn’t change her address, Yuan Yueze became mischievous and began to rub against the entrance of the cave.
“Ugh…”
Xiao Bei couldn’t bear this stimulation, she arched her back, tilted her head back, and her delicate body trembled again.
“Oh dear! How embarrassing. Why did you come so quickly this time?”
After her delicate body convulsed for a while, Xiao Bei covered her hot, red face with her jade hands in embarrassment. She sighed inwardly.
“I’m coming! Sister, don’t be nervous!”
Yuan Yueze easily pushed open the two tender 'mountain gates' and thrust into the narrow, muddy path.
Xiao Bei let out a soft moan as the swelling intensified her senses. A familiar yet strange feeling of fullness washed over her, making her feel incredibly comfortable, far more so than she had been able to relieve herself for so many days. She was completely intoxicated by it, her eyes slightly closed, her gaze hazy, her mind blank.
With each powerful thrust of Yuan Yueze, wave after wave of long-awaited pleasure washed over her. Even the long-deprived Xiao Bei couldn't withstand it. Her small mouth parted slightly, and one captivating moan after another escaped her lips. Her soul felt as if it had left her body, experiencing a blissful sensation.
After the fifth high-pitched scream, the room returned to silence, leaving only Xiao Bei's heavy, rapid breathing.
"Little brother, sister... is so useless. Will you... blame... sister?"
Xiao Bei had no strength left; even breathing was a struggle for her. Glancing at the still powerful, erect, and glaring 'little Ze' from the corner of her eye, Xiao Bei spoke shyly, trying to calm her heavy breathing.
“It’s not your fault. Actually, only Meixian and Yuzhen in the family can make me climax on their own! My sister is quite good too.”
Yuan Yueze lay on her flushed body, grinding his teeth against the protrusion on her breast, and laughed.
“That… is good…”
Xiao Bei seemed to be numb from the pleasure all over her body, and did not react to Yuan Yueze’s bites. She managed to utter three words and fell asleep.
Yuan Yueze could only smile bitterly, suppress his still vigorous ‘little Ze’, pull the quilt over, embrace Xiao Bei, and fall into a deep sleep.
Midnight, Song Family Mountain City VIP Villa.
“Haven’t they returned yet?”
Li Shimin asked from inside the room, his tone slightly anxious.
“Prince Qin, please be patient. Perhaps the ‘Heavenly Blade’ incident today has made them increase the number of sentries. Our spies will not be discovered.”
Another voice said,
"Let's hope so. We're leaving at dawn, and if we don't find out anything, wouldn't our trip be in vain?"
Li Shimin added.
"Knock knock!"
Less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a crisp, short knock sounded at the door.
The door opened, and a dark figure darted in.
"How is it?"
Li Shimin's joy was fleeting as he asked.
"Reporting to Your Highness, I have fulfilled my mission! I learned that after the banquet, the drunken Song Shidao returned and indeed cursed Yuan Yueze, so he could only vent his anger on him!"
The man in black stood and bowed respectfully to Li Shimin.
"And what about Song Zhi and Song Lu?"
another person asked.
"Song Lu only knows about his philandering with his concubine. But perhaps 'a happy occasion makes one feel elated,' because after embracing his concubine and indulging in unrestrained behavior, Song Lu let slip that his words were: 'My second brother and I have endured this for over thirty years…' Afterwards, his concubine pressed him for details, and Song Lu, seemingly realizing his slip, scolded her a few times, and then there was no more useful information,"
the man in black continued.
"As for Song Zhi, when I went there, I found three figures hiding in different locations upstairs, eavesdropping. They must have been sent by other forces. Over an hour, Song Jingang, Shen Luoyan, Dugu Ce, Yuwen Shiji, and Fu Qian met with Song Zhi in turn. The content of their discussion was…"
The man in black spoke eloquently for a full quarter of an hour.
"Are you sure Song Zhi didn't notice someone eavesdropping?"
another person outside Li Shimin's room asked.
"Your Excellency, I am certain. Every visitor asked this question, and Song Zhi told them the room's walls were made of special soundproof iron plates. But he forgot that there's always someone better, and my 'ears that can't be blocked by a mere iron plate'!"
the man in black replied confidently.
"Alright, you may leave now. You've worked hard. Collect five taels of gold when you return to Chang'an!"
Li Shimin nodded calmly to the man in black.
"Thank you, Your Highness! I will repay you with my life!"
the man in black kowtowed joyfully.
"Don't keep talking about death. We are subordinates, but also friends. You must live well, or Shimin will become a sinner." Li Shimin stepped forward to help the man in black up and smiled. The man in black was so moved that he didn't know what to say, only nodding vigorously: "Your Highness is so kind! Liu Shang is willing to die for Your Highness to repay your kindness!" Li Shimin smiled and nodded, and the man in black
bowed and withdrew. "What does Wuji think?" Li Shimin asked another person. "Wuji, you guessed correctly. All these groups are after Luoyang! The most noteworthy are of course the Wagang Army and the Dugu Clan. Once they share a common goal, they can cooperate from within and without. But why does their conversation with Song Zhi give the impression that they are enemies?" The person called 'Wuji' pondered. "That's hard to say. Could it be that they are deliberately putting on this act? You must know that the Song Clan is located in the south. Although everyone wants a piece of Luoyang, it won't have much of an impact if the Song Clan doesn't get it. But if the various forces in the north go to war, the losses will be substantial..." Li Shimin said. "Wuji, what roles do you think Song Shidao and Yuan Yueze will play respectively?" Li Shimin continued. "Judging from today's events, it seems that Yuan Yueze and Song Shidao's previous close relationship was all an act. 'Heavenly Blade' was able to 'shatter the void' and leave today, finally releasing Song Shidao's suppressed anger. Just imagine, in such a large family, Song Que would actually think of passing it on to a son-in-law instead of his only son! Wuji believes that Song Que never intended to pass the position of clan leader to Song Shidao. As the saying goes, 'No one knows a son better than his father,' and people in the martial arts world know Song Shidao very well, let alone 'Heavenly Blade' being his own father. The Song clan will have no future under Song Shidao's leadership. As for Yuan Yueze, forgive Wuji's ignorance, but I really can't see through him. In the past two days, every time Wuji looks at him, he seems like a different person, yet his eyes are clear and transparent, unlike a hypocrite. Of course, there is another possibility: his cunning is terrifyingly deep. His break with Song Shidao was probably destined long ago," the other person analyzed. "Shimin is also worried that his appearance will disrupt all our plans. This man's existence is far too dangerous; he is the greatest variable in the world. If he really does retire to the mountains as he says, that would be for the best," Li Shimin sighed. "Wuji thinks that's impossible? He looks to be only around twenty years old, the prime of life. Who would be foolish enough to retire to the mountains?" the other person chimed in. "That's exactly what Shimin is worried about! Alas! If only this man were my Li family's son-in-law! Xiuning is in no way inferior to Miss Song! In fact, she might even be more capable!" Li Shimin said. "Hearing what the Prince of Qin has said, Wuji has a plan!" the other person said after a moment of contemplation. "Oh? Wuji, please speak," Li Shimin said with admiration in his eyes. The next day, the sun was high in the sky. Xiao Bei slowly opened his eyes, lazily stretched, and found the light outside the window exceptionally comfortable, instantly dispelling his gloomy mood. Remembering that it might be due to last night's affair, two blushes crept onto Xiao Bei's pretty face again. Turning around, she saw that she was alone on the bed; Yuan Yueze was nowhere to be seen. Xiao Bei felt a pang of sadness: Was he only there to comfort her last night? And this morning he went to be with his wives? Once this feeling of loss started, it was hard to stop. As Xiao Bei thought about it, she felt sorry for herself, and tears welled up again. "Sister, what's wrong?" As Xiao Bei was wiping away her tears, she heard Yuan Yueze's voice. Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw Yuan Yueze carrying a jade plate into the room. On the plate was a small bowl of steaming porridge and several small dishes of side dishes, the aroma of which made one's mouth water. "What are you daydreaming about?" Yuan Yueze saw Xiao Bei wiping away her tears, and then suddenly looking happy when she saw him enter. He was puzzled. After putting down the jade plate, he sat down on the bed, put his arm around her, and asked. "Little brother, I thought you didn't want me anymore..." Xiao Bei, embraced by Yuan Yueze, burst into tears again. "What nonsense are you talking about? We're family now! How can I feel at ease if you act like this!" Yuan Yueze sighed, seeing Xiao Bei's anxious state. "When I woke up and you weren't there, I was afraid you were just trying to appease me last night, that's why I'm like this." Xiao Bei felt a surge of sweetness in her heart upon seeing Yuan Yueze's worried expression, and scolded him playfully. "I'll say it again, we're family, you're my wife, change your tune! If you dare to think anything like that again, I'll beat you!" Yuan Yueze frowned and smiled wryly, giving Xiao Bei's plump buttocks a hard slap. "Ugh..." Struck in her sensitive spot, Xiao Bei groaned and collapsed into Yuan Yueze's arms. Hearing his words, her unease gradually subsided.

“Come on, you were exhausted last night, almost collapsed. I got up and cooked some porridge and stir-fried a few side dishes for you. Get dressed first, then eat.”
Yuan Yueze released Xiao Bei and smiled.
Xiao Bei blushed and slowly put on her clothes. Seeing that she hadn’t fully recovered, Yuan Yueze fed her bite by bite.
Seeing Yuan Yueze treating her so well, Xiao Bei couldn’t help but feel guilty for doubting him. Feeling her lover’s tenderness, her face beamed with a radiant smile. Simple happiness descended upon her, and Xiao Bei felt a little dizzy.
“Husband…husband, please don’t blame me. I’m afraid of losing you.”
Xiao Bei finally changed her address, shyly lowering her head and saying coyly.
“Finally changed your address? I understand. People in love are easily insecure. I’m not good with words, so I can only express myself through actions.”
Yuan Yueze flicked her nose and laughed heartily.
Xiao Bei blushed and continued drinking her porridge.
"I have something to say, but I don't know if I should,"
she said after a long, intimate exchange of playful banter.
"Sister, just say what you want to say. Why be so polite?"
Yuan Yueze asked curiously.
"You…you still call me 'sister'? Just call me by my name!"
Xiao Bei said feigned annoyance.
"Then I'll call you Bei'er? That's such an intimate way to address you, I love it!"
Yuan Yueze laughed.
"Husband, have you ever heard the saying, 'A minor hermit lives in the wilderness, a major hermit lives in the city'?"
Xiao Bei rolled her eyes at Yuan Yueze, seemingly very pleased with the address, and asked.
"Oh dear, don't use such flowery language. Your husband knows you're a beautiful and intelligent woman. Let's keep it simple,"
Yuan Yueze said with a sly glint in his eyes.
"How could I be so kind? What they mean is, my husband, you pursue freedom and ease, why only focus on the 'form' and not the 'spirit'? You should know that would be killing two
birds with one stone!" Xiao Bei blushed again at the praise and retorted playfully.
"Firstly, tempering one's character in a bustling city, amidst diverse social circles, is far superior to 'hiding in the wilderness.' Secondly, since you are to assist the Emperor, 'entering the world' is essential. Forgive my rudeness, but my husband, you haven't truly 'entered the world' yet. From 'renouncing the world' to 'entering the world,' and from 'entering the world' back to 'renouncing the world,' I believe this path is most suitable for my husband."
"It will also greatly benefit my martial arts cultivation! But do you know you're not the first person to tell me about 'great seclusion in the city'?"
Yuan Yueze nodded and smiled.
"Then who was the first to tell my husband?"
Xiao Bei asked curiously.
Yuan Yueze smiled mysteriously at her, then turned his gaze to the window.
In the nearby garden, a hundred flowers bloomed, vibrant and colorful, vying for attention.

Chapter 33: The Hidden Dragon Enters
the Sea . North of Mangshan Mountain, south of Yique, with the Chan and Jian rivers to the left and right, controlled by the three rivers and fortified by the four passes.
The Imperial City of Luoyang, the 'Eastern Capital,' the Ziwei Palace.
In ancient times, people were deeply superstitious, especially among the imperial family and nobility.
As a millennium-old capital, no matter how charming Chang'an or Yangzhou were, Luoyang could not compare. Since ancient times, the imperial family has valued celestial phenomena and the concept of harmony between heaven and man. The ancients divided the visible stars into three enclosures, surrounded by the twenty-eight mansions. The Ziwei Enclosure, located at the zenith, was the center of all the constellations. The North Star remained stationary, while the other stars revolved around it, just as the people revolved around the emperor. Therefore, the area where the imperial palace was located was called the 'Celestial Region.'
Luoyang's "Ziwei City" was the residence of the Heavenly Emperor Taiyi, located in the center of the Five Palaces, also known as the "Central Palace." To its south was the so-called "Southern Palace," called "Taiwei City." During the Sui Dynasty, Luoyang's palace city was called Ziwei Palace, and the imperial city to its south was called Taiwei City. Luoyang City was divided into north and south sections.
Inside the luxurious study of Ziwei Palace, Dugu Feng, the head of the Dugu clan, stood by the window, leisurely admiring the view below.
"Father, I have finished compiling the latest intelligence; please take a look."
A knock sounded at the door. With Dugu Feng's permission, Dugu Ce entered, holding a scroll.
Nodding approvingly, Dugu Feng began to peruse the scroll, his expression changing several times as it was unfolded.
"Ce'er, you've worked hard."
Having finished reading, Dugu Feng put down the scroll and sighed softly.
"Father, do you think there's anything amiss?"
Dugu Ce asked cautiously, observing Dugu Feng's expression.
"Don't you understand what troubles your father has?"
Dugu Feng seemed to harbor a lingering dissatisfaction with his son, his words tinged with coldness.
"I believe Father has three worries. The first is about the safety of the family, the second is about Feng'er, and the third is about Yuan Yueze,"
Dugu Ce said cautiously.
"Then tell me in detail,"
Dugu Feng nodded slightly.
"First, the world has been in turmoil this past year. Various forces are vying for territory and wealth, and some smaller powers have already been eroded. Now, the remaining forces will begin an even more brutal struggle. The elimination of any one side will drastically rewrite the course of history. Leaving aside the South for now, let's just talk about the North. Since ancient times, the ultimate core of the struggle for power has been the Yellow River basin, and Luoyang is the core of the core. Now, there is the Tang Dynasty in the West, Dou Jiande in the North, Li Mi in the East, and Xiao Xian in the South. In addition, many hidden Jianghu forces and distant forces beyond our reach seem to be stirring. If the situation in Luoyang changes, things will be unpredictable. As the head of the clan, Father, you must worry about the safety and survival of the family, and you must have many worries."
"Now, the wolves are going to great lengths for a piece of meat, and the forces in the East and West are the most troublesome."
"The Li Tang dynasty in the west boasted Prince Qin, Li Shimin, known as the 'Invincible General.' He was a man of both talent and virtue, and the Tiance Mansion under his leadership was teeming with talent, truly deserving the description of 'a cloud of fierce generals and a rain of strategists.' This demonstrates his charisma and ability to win people's hearts. In terms of literature, let's focus on one person who had the greatest influence on him: Fang Xuanling. Although Fang Xuanling didn't understand martial arts, he possessed exceptional insight. When Li Shimin led his army into Guanzhong, Fang Xuanling came to Weibei to pay homage and was immediately appointed as a military advisor. All official documents, military orders, and reports were handled by Fang Xuanling. Furthermore, he excelled at strategizing for battle..." The necessary work, including the procurement of equipment, provisions, and machinery, was carried out in an orderly manner. Although they did not achieve victory on the battlefield, they played a crucial role in the success or failure of the campaign. As for martial prowess, it was too numerous to mention. Within the Li clan itself, the three brothers Li Shentong, Li Shimin, and Li Shentong were considered the most skilled. However, their true strength came from various experts affiliated with the Li family, numbering about a dozen. These included figures like Changsun Wuji, Pang Yu, and Yuchi Jingde. With such a wealth of talent, coupled with their invincible "Black Armor Cavalry" and their covert alliances with foreign tribes, they truly deserved to be called the largest force in the north.
"The Wagang Army in the East, though lacking the aristocratic status of the Li Tang dynasty, is not to be underestimated. Li Mi is indeed a formidable figure, and the Wagang Army, after eliminating Zhai Rang, is only stronger! He has countless talented subordinates, including Shen Luoyan, Xu Shiji, Zu Junyan, Shan Xiongxin, Bing Yuanzhen, Cheng Zhijie, and many other civil and military officials—none of whom are easy to deal with. Li Mi had previously begun mobilizing provisions and troops, ordering General Bing Yuanzhen to lead troops to Luokou, Cheng Zhijie to Jinyong City, and Shan Xiongxin to guard Heyang. At first glance, it seemed he was preparing to advance on Yanshi, but in reality, Li Mi intended to use the Yellow River as a natural barrier to the south, defend the Taihang Mountains to the north, and connect with Liyang to the east, combining defense with offense. Even with enemies surrounding him from both sides, he dared not allow anyone to act rashly. He also had his sights set on Luoyang."
"Secondly, Feng'er's stubbornness. I'm almost certain that Feng'er has feelings for that Yuan man, otherwise why would she seem like a completely different person after returning from Lingnan? Although Feng'er is the eldest daughter of the family and has a fiery and lively personality, she has never been ambiguous when it comes to matters of principle. I'm not jealous of Yuan Yueze at all; the family always comes first to me. Feng'er would rather stay indoors every day and silently resist Father's will, which shows that her feelings for Yuan Yueze are far from ordinary."
Dugu Ce glanced at Dugu Feng, who was listening intently, and said with righteous indignation.
"Thirdly, there's Yuan Yueze. If I'm not mistaken, this man will be the biggest anomaly in the final battle for Luoyang, and even in the struggle for supremacy. I've pondered everything about him, and even tried to get information from Feng'er, but I still can't see through him. After the 'world-shaking battle' between Lingnan Tiandao and the Yijian Master, he disappeared from the public eye again. Yet, just three months ago, he came to Luoyang and even bought a small house in the city, seemingly intending to settle down here! His arrival has a terrifyingly powerful deterrent effect on all forces inside and outside the city! What's puzzling is that, apart from attending a banquet at Wang Shichong's invitation, he lives a simple life, enjoying himself with the common people, and is also charitable. Whenever I think about it deeply, my mind becomes involuntarily confused."
When Dugu Ce spoke of Yuan Yueze, the ruthlessness in his eyes was no longer concealed.
"Are you still resentful and angry about Yun Yuzhen?"
Dugu Feng's eyes turned cold as he glanced at Dugu Ce.
"No...no! How could I be so resentful about that kind of woman! I'm worried that she might affect Father's important plans."
Dugu Ce, caught off guard, hurriedly tried to cover up his thoughts.
After Song Que and Fu Cailin vanished into thin air, various forces used all their resources to probe the Song Clan's internal weaknesses. Dugu Ce even stayed in the mountain city for half a month. He happened to encounter Yun Yuzhen and Yuan Yueze. At the wedding, the identities of the eleven brides were not fully known to outsiders. At that time, everyone only knew the Song family's young lady, the three Fu sisters, the three Shan sisters, Shang Xiuxun, and Susu.
When he met Yun Yuzhen again, Dugu Ce was also surprised by her tremendous changes. But what followed was a deep sense of jealousy. He was jealous that Yun Yuzhen had become like a fairy under his care, and jealous that Yuan Yueze could win Yun Yuzhen's heart. He could tell from Yun Yuzhen's tender gaze that her body and soul belonged to Yuan Yueze.
What infuriated him even more was the contempt in Yun Yuzhen's eyes when she saw him, a look that would shatter any man's pride. Yuan Yueze, on the other hand, didn't even glance at him, only exchanging greetings with Dugu Feng.
For Dugu Ce, a man who only knew how to manipulate emotions and whose primary goal was possession, the fact that the women he had slept with had given their bodies and souls to other men was the most intolerable thing. He had known before that his relationship with Yun Yuzhen had started as a transaction, but after obtaining her body, the resulting desire to conquer made him desperately ponder how to win her heart. Now, there was no longer any chance. How could he not be filled with jealousy and anger?
Seeing Dugu Feng, who was by his side, display a girlish, coquettish demeanor that she never showed to any other man when she saw Yuan Yueze only fueled Dugu Ce's rage. His jealousy of Yuan Yueze had risen to an unimaginable level.
"I don't care what you're thinking, but Yuan Yueze's arrival in Luoyang at this time, seemingly to settle down, is definitely not for any ordinary reason! I'm worried that he's involved in some kind of scheme with Wang Shichong, and even more worried that he's here to seize the initiative for the Song clan!"
Dugu Feng's words interrupted Dugu Ce's wild thoughts.
"Although I can't see through him either, Father, these two worries are probably unnecessary. First of all, our spies listened carefully to the entire banquet Yuan Yueze attended with Wang Shichong. They only talked about romantic matters. Although Wang Shichong repeatedly invited Yuan Yueze and tested him, Yuan Yueze answered fluently, and the meaning was clear: he would never participate in any of Wang Shichong's plans. I'm also a little curious; when Yuan Yueze was in Lingnan, he was sometimes arrogant, sometimes gentle, and sometimes indifferent. But none of that matters; knowing his relationship with Wang Shichong is enough."
"As for whether he is the vanguard of the Song Clan coming to the north, I am not so sure. The Song Clan has remained inactive for the past year. Father should have just seen the intelligence I compiled. Over the past year, the Song Clan has gradually split into two factions: Song Zhi's faction advocates war, and Song Shidao's faction advocates peace. Song Zhi has endured for many years and finally became the leader of the clan. He will naturally strive to realize his ideals. As for Song Shidao, his reputation in the martial arts world is known to almost everyone. After Song Que suddenly disappeared, he seemed to have lost all motivation, which shows how much he values family ties. In the half month I spent with him, I only felt that his spirits were becoming more and more decadent. He only knew how to drink and find women. When drunk, he spoke the truth. On the day he was drunk, he even told me personally: 'I have felt bored and disgusted with this kind of restrictive lifestyle for many years.' I am sure that the pain caused by the loss of a loved one was not faked. Therefore, the split of the Song Clan cannot be fake."
"The conflict between Yuan Yueze and Song Shidao stemmed from their differing ideologies. Yuan Yueze ultimately chose to retreat into seclusion, while Song Shidao chose to indulge in sensual pleasures and become despondent. Yuan Yueze's settlement in Luoyang does seem somewhat strange and puzzling, but it's not that significant!"
Dugu Ce explained.
"Once enemies are formed, how difficult will it be to make friends again!"
Dugu Feng frowned, recalling how the spies sent by the Dugu clan to investigate Yuan Yueze's residence over the past three months had either died or been injured, and how the Dugu clan had eventually dared not send anyone to harass Yuan Yueze anymore.
In truth, as a warlord in a chaotic era, willing to sacrifice everything for power, Dugu Feng still very much wanted to befriend Yuan Yueze. Although only a portion of the Wagang Army and Dugu Feng had truly witnessed Yuan Yueze's skills, Dugu Feng vaguely felt that Yuan Yueze's true strength might be even more terrifying! In this era that revered martial prowess and respected the strong, the ability to befriend a peerless master was incredibly attractive to anyone.
But now, Dugu Ba has been tormented to the point of resembling a dried-up corpse, and for the past year, he hasn't uttered a single word. Even when tormented by those five beams of energy, he remains completely numb. Dugu Feng, of course, knows Dugu Ba's likes and dislikes. Would he offend Yuan Yueze for Dugu Ba's life or death? What a joke! What Dugu Feng can't let go of now is the family's reputation.
"You can go out now. I need to think about some things,"
Dugu Feng sighed.
Hearing that Dugu Feng seemed to admire Yuan Yueze, Dugu Ce was filled with resentment, but dared not show it. He bowed and awkwardly left the study.
※※※※※ In the south of Luoyang, in a poor residential area.
A small to medium-sized courtyard house, as ordinary as could be.
The further away from the city center, the sparser the houses become.
Yuan Yueze sat comfortably on a bench, Fu Junzhuo lying peacefully in his arms, her long, soft breathing indicating that she had fallen asleep.
Looking at the invitation on the table in front of him, Yuan Yueze felt a headache coming on.
"What is my husband thinking about? Why do you have such a strange expression? Can I share your worries?"
Wei Zhenzhen floated in lightly through the window like a butterfly, landed beside Yuan Yueze, and smiled.
"I'm wondering whether I should go by myself or take you all with me,"
Yuan Yueze said, looking up.
Wei Zhenzhen laughed, "We're not going, the sisters are all busy with their own things."
"Alright, then I'll go by myself. By the way, why are you back so soon? How is Xiuxun doing?"
Yuan Yueze nodded and asked again.
"Xiuxun has been busy for a long time and still can't figure it out, but husband shouldn't worry. Although Wanjing and the other two are mischievous, Sister Junyu is always calm and collected, so nothing serious should happen,"
Wei Zhenzhen comforted him.
After their wedding, Yuan Yueze's family left Lingnan and lived in seclusion for a while before moving to Luoyang at the suggestion of Shan Meixian and Xiao Bei. Yuan Yueze's appearance, though low-key, still attracted the attention of various forces. Yuan Yueze also began to gradually integrate into the secular world with the concept of 'great seclusion in the city.' Although the changes over the past few months were not obvious, he had gained some experience and could now hold his own against most scheming people.
The three young girls, Shan Wanjing, Shan Ruyin, and Fu Junqiang, couldn't stand staying at home any longer. A month ago, they suggested going abroad for a trip. Yuan Yueze was somewhat reluctant to part with them, but he didn't want to see their personalities suppressed. Fu Junyu, having read books from later generations, was also very interested in travel. So, the four girls left home to travel. Yuan Yueze wasn't worried about their safety, because even if there were terrifying forces secretly watching their family, they wouldn't dare to confront them directly. What worried Yuan Yueze was that with their innocent and impulsive nature, if they were manipulated, it would be a terrible thing.
The world is dangerous, but people's hearts
are even more dangerous. "The most terrifying thing in the world is not invincible power, but the human heart."
The first half of this sentence was said by Yun Jizi before Yuan Yueze entered the world, and the second half was written in a note Zhu Yuyan left for Yuan Yueze a year ago when she left without saying goodbye.
As he personally immersed himself in the secular world, experiencing the various mentality, joys, and sorrows of the common people and nobles around him, Yuan Yueze's understanding of this sentence deepened day by day.
Especially among the bureaucratic aristocracy, the prevailing mentality of prioritizing profit above all else, the constant deceit and intrigue, initially made Yuan Yueze very uncomfortable. However, as he gradually spent time with them, engaging in verbal games and scheming, and reflecting on whether these things had truly affected him, Yuan Yueze increasingly appreciated the profound philosophy of 'great seclusion in the world.'
For the past few months, spies had been causing trouble daily, all operating covertly. Fu Junzhuo's methods were absolutely ruthless; with Shan Meixian's support, she had already crippled countless people. In recent days, no one dared to secretly inquire anymore. "
Sharing joy is better than enjoying it alone."
Yuan Yueze only truly understood the meaning of this saying after experiencing life firsthand with ordinary people.
Life, seemingly mundane, brought immense comfort and ease. Compared to the life within the bracelet, it felt much more real.
Until one day, he received an invitation from Wang Shichong, delivered by Wang Tong.
"Wang Shichong is such a good actor. Luckily, on the day Yang Guang died, only Meixian and a few others were seen by Wang Shichong. Otherwise, I would have been afraid that his venomous eyes would discover something!"
Wei Zhenzhen recalled attending Wang Shichong's banquet when she first arrived in Luoyang. Wang Shichong appeared foolish, but his eyes would frequently glance at Yuan Yueze, Susu, and Wei Zhenzhen, his expression completely different, as if he could see right through them.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhenzhen felt a chill.
"Luoyang is the most important strategic location for Second Brother's pacification of the Central Plains. We must not be careless."
Afraid of waking the beauty in his arms, Yuan Yueze gently pulled Wei Zhenzhen closer and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Mmm..."
Yuan Yueze had already thoroughly explored every sensitive spot on Wei Zhenzhen's body. After just one exchange, Wei Zhenzhen was lost in pleasure, only able to moan softly.
"No...no, my sisters will laugh at me again if they see this."
Wei Zhenzhen was so disoriented from the kiss that she gasped for breath after their lips parted, and scolded Yuan Yueze playfully.
"Who would come to see? It's just Jun Zhuo and you here now,"
Yuan Yueze chuckled softly.
Ironically, after Shang Xiuxun's wedding, she began to comprehend the "Tianyan Gua" with unstoppable momentum, while the other women were preparing to assist the Emperor Star, diligently studying various books. Su Su, in particular, had changed dramatically, even showing signs of developing into a debater, her tongue eloquent and persuasive. This amazed the whole family.
After laughing, Yuan Yueze's lust was aroused again, and with a soft cry from Wei Zhenzhen, he kissed her cherry lips again.
Aroused, Wei Zhenzhen forgot everything, only responding with soft moans, her slender waist twisting back and forth, cooperating with the strange hands on her breasts, trying to obtain greater pleasure.
As if sensing the movement behind her head, nestled against her thigh, or perhaps hearing familiar sensual music, Fu Junzhuo groggily opened her eyes.
"Pfft!"
Seeing Yuan Yueze and Wei Zhenzhen passionately kissing, Wei Zhenzhen's upper body completely exposed, Fu Junzhuo burst out laughing.
The two stopped, and Fu Junzhuo smiled teasingly. Her jade-like hand, index and middle fingers swiftly brushed against the rosy nipples of Wei Zhenzhen's full breasts, gently pinching them, and teasingly said, "Husband and Zhenzhen are going to indulge in daytime lust again, aren't they?"
This kind of thing was already commonplace for Yuan Yueze and the other women; the pleasures of the marital bedroom had gradually become a subject of academic discussion for them.
Wei Zhenzhen, though brimming with spring passion, no matter how accustomed she was to Yuan Yueze's absurdities, her shy and timid nature was deeply ingrained. Startled awake by Fu Junzhuo's voice, Wei Zhenzhen's already flushed face became even more radiant. Sensing a slight chill, she hadn't had time to cover herself before Fu Junzhuo pinched her sensitive area. The unusual stimulation sent a pleading look through Wei Zhenzhen's large, watery eyes: "Sister, please spare me..."
Fu Junzhuo had only intended to tease her, and seeing her plead, she loosened her grip by two fingers. But Wei Zhenzhen's hands then attacked again, and before she could react, her breasts were firmly grasped and squeezed and manipulated.
Due to the advantages of their physical bodies and internal energy cultivation, the Yuan Yueze family always wore the lightest and simplest clothing, thin and easily aroused by external force. Fu Junzhuo, still somewhat numb from waking up, immediately grabbed Wei Zhenzhen in return, and the two women began to playfully wrestle.
After kneading and squeezing each other for a while, they finally stopped. Looking at the two panting women, Yuan Yueze laughed heartily.
Amidst the two women's shy resistance, the three embraced on the spot, and intoxicating 'celestial music' gradually filled the air, utterly absurd.
"Husband, there's something I've never dared to tell you, for fear you'd blame me,"
the two women said, panting after their lovemaking, nestled tightly in Yuan Yueze's arms, their faces filled with satisfaction. Fu Junzhuo, nestled against Yuan Yueze's chest, suddenly looked up and spoke, her voice hesitant, her eyes filled with a hint of guilt.
"As long as Junzhuo doesn't do anything harmful to others for her own benefit, I won't blame you for anything. You should all understand that,"
Yuan Yueze comforted her. He didn't believe his wives would do anything harmful to others for their own benefit.
"How could I do such a thing? I only secretly passed on the 'Concentration Technique' to Xiao Zhong and Xiao Ling last year,"
Fu Junzhuo whispered.
Yuan Yueze was also taken aback upon hearing this. No wonder the Twin Dragons had been thriving for the past year; it turned out that Fu Junzhuo had secretly passed on the "Concentration Technique" to them.
The "Concentration Technique" was truly miraculous. When Yuan Yueze passed this technique on to Song Que, Song Que not only suppressed his injuries but also broke through to the "Forget the Blade" realm within half a month. Just from this alone, one could imagine the extraordinary nature of this technique.
While in the mountain city, Yuan Yueze didn't interact much with the two dragons. They were also very interested in the city and took their leave after the wedding.
"Husband, blame me if you must. Actually, I not only feel affection for them, but also guilt. Because I didn't die as described in the book, and those who covet the 'Yang Gong Treasure' dare not provoke you, they could only pressure those two boys. Those two boys are indeed very talented, but I feel it's because of my appearance that they are being hunted everywhere. Passing on some skills to them will help them protect themselves,"
Fu Junzhuo said softly, seeing Yuan Yueze deep in thought.
"I don't blame you. With the help of the 'Concentration Technique,' those two boys' cultivation should improve even faster. I understand your intentions. Whether you dragged them down or they dragged you down, I can't say for sure. Anyway, don't blame yourself anymore,"
Yuan Yueze comforted her after thinking for a moment.
“Talent alone isn’t enough for them; their training time is too short. Besides, the book says they had various fortuitous encounters later on—the ‘Evil Emperor’s Relic’ and the ‘He Shi Bi’ both greatly boosted their cultivation. Now that the ‘Evil Emperor’s Relic’ is in my husband’s hands, let’s consider it compensation that you pass on the ‘Concentration Technique’ to them,”
Wei Zhenzhen added.
Yuan Yueze understood the two women’s feelings for the Twin Dragons and nodded.
Now that the Twin Dragons had some skill and had made a name for themselves, Yuan Yueze was no longer worried about them bothering him, and he indulged in his usual absurd behavior.
※※※※※ In the Imperial City, a quiet bamboo house faintly exuded the scent of medicine and sandalwood.
The room was simply furnished with bamboo tables and chairs, a screen, and a bed.
"You must keep a close eye on him. He's the same Ba'er from four years ago, your own uncle. He's in this state because of the person who ruined your peace of mind!"
Outside the bamboo house, an old woman stood at the window, dressed in aristocratic attire. Looking at the gaunt, emaciated man sitting on the couch inside, eyes closed, counting prayer beads, his lips barely moving, two streams of tears flowed from her half-closed eyelids as she coldly addressed the silent girl beside her.
The girl looked at the man inside, who resembled a corpse, her expression complex, unsure how to speak.
"In your heart, which is more important, family or love? That man already has more than ten wives and concubines, none of them compare to you! Yet you're so stubborn. You truly disappoint me!"
the old woman sighed sadly. Then, she said nothing more and turned to leave.
The young girl seemed to have made up her mind, and was about to speak when a voice, seemingly having seen through the vicissitudes of life and emotions, came from inside the small building: "Is that Mother? Come in and sit down!"
The old woman, who had turned away as if her heart had died, immediately turned around upon hearing the voice from inside the building, her face beaming with undisguised joy. She quickly walked to the front of the building, pushed open the door, and entered. The young girl hurriedly followed behind the old woman.
"Ba'er, your brain isn't broken after all! You scared your mother to death! You haven't said a word for over a year. After that old monk 'Jingwu' came, you stopped looking at everyone. Did he say something to you? Mother will stand up for you, don't be afraid!"
The old woman was clearly overjoyed, and her words began to become somewhat incoherent.
"Mother and Feng'er, please sit down. It's been over a year since we last met. Feng'er has grown into a young lady."
The man on the bed remained still, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled at the young girl.
The smile struck the young girl as something strange, for it contained an immense peace and compassion, yet her eyes were unfocused, lifeless, yet tinged with a tender love for life.
The girl knew the man all too well; given his character and temperament, how could she not be shocked to see such an expression?
"Child, you've suffered these past few years. Mother swears to avenge you. You must persevere; Mother will find a way to heal you!"
The old woman, also noticing the man's strange behavior, comforted him.
"You misunderstand. I harbor no hatred for him whatsoever; on the contrary, I feel an indescribable gratitude towards him. If there is anything in this world I cannot let go of, it is my deep remorse for the crimes I committed in the past,"
the man said, his eyes opening and closing briefly.
"What are you saying? Don't you recognize your mother? You can even abandon your family? Your mother is nearing her death; can you really let go of that?"
The old woman's voice quickened.
"Nothing is better than retreating to cultivate oneself; originally there is no proof, nor is there rest. The bright moon of Bodhi hangs high by the window, and the pure lotus is deeply planted in this turbid world. You are attached to appearances; everything in this mortal world, there is coming and going, birth and death. My mother, I have long remembered you in my heart,"
the man said slowly.
"You! Your mother is right in front of you, yet you don't call me 'Mother'?"
the old woman said angrily, then coughed violently.
"The past year has been the most fulfilling year of my life. In a few days, I will go to 'Tiande Temple' to shave my head, and spend the rest of my life begging for the mercy of the world and Buddha for the sins I committed in the past,"
the man continued.
The old woman was so angry that she was about to faint. The young girl gently patted her back to help her calm down.
The old woman was agitated, and no matter what she said, the man on the bed remained unresponsive, like an old monk in meditation.
There was no point in continuing, and the old woman, supported by the young girl, walked out of the attic.
"Did you see that? A perfectly healthy person! Tortured to the point of despair!"
The old woman said harshly to the girl after leaving the house, "Don't you understand? The hatred between us is irreconcilable!"
"But, I think Uncle looks very natural now, and it suits him. Granny should know
what kind of person Uncle used to be..." The girl said firmly, as if remembering something.
"My son, how could I not know his nature? But he is my son of the Dugu family, and I am the one who disciplines him if he makes a mistake! What right do outsiders have to discipline him?"
The old woman was known for her fierce protectiveness, and she said sternly.
"But even Young Master Yuan's wife was insulted by Uncle Ba. If it were Feng'er, she might have killed her on the spot."
The girl retorted without backing down.
"Fine! Fine! You've grown wings, and Granny can't control you anymore! All these years of pampering you have been for nothing! Why am I so unlucky! Waaah..."
The old woman became emotional and cried in a hoarse voice.
“It was Feng’er’s fault… Granny, please don’t cry. It’s bad for your health. Feng’er will listen to you, okay?”
Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes as she softly comforted her.
“Alright! That’s the kind of child my Dugu family has to have. Granny will go and talk to your father first. Don’t worry, how could Granny ever harm you?”
The old woman was in a good mood, her tears stopped, and she smiled directly at the girl.
The girl sighed inwardly and helped the old woman back to her bedroom to rest.
Three days later, in the Luoyang Imperial Palace.
The leaders of the Dugu clan sat around a table, listening to You Chuhong’s account.
“That’s roughly how it is. Ba’er has been tortured for several hours every day. Perhaps becoming a monk is the best outcome for him.”
You Chuhong took a sip of tea and said to everyone.
“We must avenge Uncle Ba! The Yuan family’s arrogant entry into Luoyang is a perfect opportunity!”
Dugu Ce said angrily, whether out of sadness for Dugu Ba or his own jealousy.
“We’ve lost almost half of our elite assassins, whom we’ve trained for over a decade. Those who survived all say they saw ghosts; no one even lifted a finger before their limbs were severed. If this continues, aren’t we sacrificing the greater good for a petty grudge?”
Dugu Feng coldly stared at Dugu Ce.
“Feng’er is right. Maintaining a good relationship with this man would be beneficial for our family,”
You Chuhong chimed in.
Dugu Feng, who had been sitting expressionlessly to the side, looked at him strangely. You Chuhong was notoriously protective of her own; just days ago she was crying out that she was mortal enemies with Yuan Yueze. How could she abandon her hatred for the sake of the family today? Was it genuine or just an act?
“I see my sister has feelings for Yuan Yueze. We mustn’t let this continue. How will we get our revenge then?”
Dugu Ce suddenly said.
Dugu Feng remained motionless, as if in a trance, not even glancing at him.
“Feng’er, tell your father the truth, do you have feelings for that Yuan man?”
Dugu Feng asked seriously.
“You’ve been acting strangely for over a year. Ce’er mentioned it, but I didn’t quite believe it. No matter how I asked you, you wouldn’t say a word. If you admit it, I won’t restrict you anymore. You can pursue your happiness as you please.”
Seeing that his daughter still didn’t speak, Dugu Feng spoke again.
“Father, are you telling the truth?”
Dugu Feng’s expression suddenly changed, her joy overflowing on her beautiful face.
A sinister glint flashed in Dugu Ce’s eyes.
“You are still my own daughter, your nanny’s own granddaughter. We know Ba’er’s character better than anyone else. It’s his good fortune that Yuan Yueze didn’t kill him. Now that he has attained enlightenment, it can be considered a perfect ending. No parent wants to see their child marry someone they don’t like.”
Dugu Feng stroked his daughter’s head and smiled.
His words were truly touching.
Dugu Feng, beaming with joy, only knew how to snuggle in Dugu Feng’s arms.
Strangely, the leaders of the Dugu Clan, who had always harbored deep hatred for Yuan Yueze, no longer showed their former animosity.
Was this politics?
Dugu Feng was overjoyed; after being cooped up at home for almost a year, she could finally go out again.
Recalling Yuan Yueze's gentle smile and the subtle affection in his eyes last year in Lingnan, Dugu Feng couldn't help but feel shy.
Walking down the street, she inquired about Yuan Yueze's address and rushed there.
Seeing the mansion in the distance, Dugu Feng suddenly stopped: How should I go in? What should I say if I go in? How should I face him?
Dugu Feng began to hesitate; her usually shrewd mind had become incredibly dulled since love struck. All she could do now was stare blankly at the tightly closed gate of the mansion in the distance.
"Isn't this Feng'er? Why are you standing here in a daze?"
A melodious, ethereal female voice, like heavenly music, rang in her ears.

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