[Fantasy] The Great Sage's Joyful Heaven (Complete) - 29

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Chapter 290 Capturing the Dragon
: 10-21 10:19:23 Word Count: 3453

"Xiaotian is right, the brothers at home should get some fresh air too. I'll have Generals Zhang and Li bring them over tomorrow. This time, we'll have a large-scale collective training exercise," Yan Nange said with a smile.
This was indeed an excellent opportunity for training. Yan Nange felt that his original idea was too hasty. Fortunately, Xiaotian reminded him, otherwise, he would have missed it.
Zhang Xiaotian also laughed. Yuan Feng was surprised to hear their analysis that more people would be coming tomorrow. Just how many private soldiers did this elder brother have?
"Xiaotian, take the men to stay at the shop," Yan Nange said, thinking about the accommodation issue. Although the shop didn't look very big from the front, the residence at the back was actually quite large, and there was even a small garden. It should be able to accommodate everyone. If they were all familiar with the city, Yan Nange wouldn't mind them staying at the best inn, but firstly, they weren't familiar with the terrain, and secondly, too many people would be too conspicuous and could easily cause problems.
"My lord, we've already discussed it. We'll sleep here tonight. Firstly, it'll protect the place from vandalism, and secondly, it's very convenient. We're all in good health, and it'll be a good opportunity to experience camping, haha, actually, it's not really camping here," Zhang Xiaotian said with a smile.
"Alright, Xiaotian, buy plenty of food and wine tonight, just make sure everyone doesn't cause trouble." Emperor Yan Nange handed Zhang Xiaotian a silver note.
"My lord, we received enough silver from the two generals when we arrived, that's enough." Zhang Xiaotian handed the silver note to Yan Nange.
Yan Nange secretly cursed his poor memory; hadn't Lan Ye already told him all this? Generals Zhang and Li were truly thoughtful, Yan Nange secretly admired them. He always tended to overlook things; he needed to correct this habit in the future. Yan Nange reflected.
"Alright, I'll leave this place to you. I'm happy to have some peace and quiet. Haha, I'm off." After saying this, Yan Nange drifted away.
As Yan Nange walked across the square, he sensed someone watching him. He focused his senses and saw four highly skilled martial artists—the most powerful he knew in the mortal realm besides the experts from Tai Xuan Manor. Their auras were chilling, and Yan Nange immediately recognized them. These individuals were from Ao Tian Kingdom, and their auras were similar to Xiao Longfei's, but far superior; they were likely Xiao Longfei's masters.
Yan Nange deduced that he had injured Xiao Longfei, and they were seeking revenge. He wasn't afraid of them, but he would be wary or even eliminate them outright. He could tell what kind of people they were just by looking at their faces and sensing their auras.
Suddenly, Yan Nange returned to the hall. His divine sense detected that the four individuals hadn't approached.
Without letting the crowd, who were puzzled by his return, speak, Yan Nange found paper and pen in the hall and quickly drew the four figures.
“Yuanfeng, Xiaotian, these four are all experts. Xiaotian can handle one, but there are four of them, and I don’t have a chance to make a move right now. You two tell the brothers to keep an eye on these four and not let them disrupt our event. If they dare to make a move, we’ll kill them. Xiaotian, aren’t there archers among these brothers? I think you brought bows and arrows. If they’re really reckless, shoot them dead. I’ll take responsibility for the consequences. Remember, we can tolerate petty things, but we can’t let anyone ride roughshod over us. No one can.” After Yan Nange finished speaking, he turned and left.
Li Yuanfeng and Zhang Xiaotian memorized the faces of the four men on the paper. Then Zhang Xiaotian told the two hundred new recruits from Taixuan Manor to memorize these four men and instructed them that if any five-man groups noticed any unusual movements from them, they should report it immediately. If they found any malicious intent, they should call on the entire group to attack, using whatever method they could, killing them without mercy. Everyone responded with a roar.
After training for so long, everyone had been holding back their energy for a long time, and it seemed that this was a chance to release it. Everyone was in high spirits.
Zhang Xiaotian noticed their excitement and immediately warned them against causing trouble without cause, or they would be punished according to military law. The crowd still responded with a resounding "Yes!". They knew what military law meant, and no one wanted to risk their lives.
Yan Nange extended his divine sense to its limit, covering everything within a five-mile radius. He was astonished to find so many martial arts masters in Black Dragon City, many of whom were on par with the four men, and some even surpassed them. It seemed Black Dragon City would be in turmoil this time. However, Yan Nange didn't find anyone with the same aura as the four men, so he guessed those people weren't their accomplices.
But those highly skilled martial artists were mostly in groups, seemingly of different backgrounds and races.
Yan Nange suspected they were after Rong Gu Zhai's auction, and probably had nothing to do with his own purple-gold jewelry auction. Nevertheless, he still needed to be wary. Yan Nange decided to have Liu Fang use his informants in the city to investigate these people thoroughly.
Being completely unaware of the situation was terrifying, as it could lead to significant losses. This made him feel extremely insecure.
Yan Nange narrowed his spiritual sense to a distance of fifty feet around him, discovering that the four men were following him.
Yan Nange sneered and walked towards a secluded spot. He decided to lure and kill them.
Yan Nange entered a grove of trees, the four men still in pursuit. Yan Nange pretended not to see them, leisurely enjoying the scenery.
The four men fell for the trap, surrounding him from four directions, launching their assassination attempts with seemingly silent and deadly precision.
Yan Nange had already channeled all his inner strength to its limit; he was determined to win with a single blow and annihilate them all.
The man in front kicked Yan Nange in the head, a bold attack.
The man behind punched Yan Nange in the back, ruthless and vicious.
The man on the left struck Yan Nange in the chest with a palm strike.
The man on the right kicked Yan Nange in the groin.
All four were silent, striving to kill Yan Nange with a single blow.
Although their movements were swift, they appeared incredibly slow to Yan Nange, who easily discerned the order of their attacks.
With his left hand, Yan Nange unleashed a "Dragon-Capturing Claw," seizing the incoming leg. His inner energy transformed into "Fiery Force," instantly coursing through the man's meridians. Simultaneously, his right hand, also employing a "Dragon-Capturing Claw," gripped the left man's hand, twisting it forcefully, sending Fiery Force throughout his body.
The movements were almost instantaneous. Yan Nange, holding both men, leaped into the air, twisting his body, and his legs, like a whirlwind, kicked towards the faces of the men behind and to his right, simultaneously slamming the two already burned and dead men into the two men.
Although the two men dodged Yan Nange's whirlwind kicks, they couldn't escape the two dead men, being slammed heavily into their bodies, blood gushing out.
Yan Nange's figure swept past them like the wind; they only felt a moment of darkness before Yan Nange struck their vital points, killing them instantly.
From birth to death, it all happened in the blink of an eye; all four were now lifeless corpses.
Yan Nange used her icy power to shatter their bodies into dust, then swept it away with a flick of her sleeve, leaving no trace.
Yan Nange sighed, turned, and drifted away.
The forest remained as quiet as ever, as if nothing had ever happened. (

Chapter 291
: The Talented Woman, 10-21 10:19:23, 3366 words)

Having tried the Dragon-Capturing Claw technique for the first time, Yan Nange felt that although she had grasped its essence, she was still far from mastering it, lacking the effortless and seamless mastery of the Heavenly Hand.
Her icy and fiery powers were now completely at her command, honed through the process of crafting ornaments, just like the Heavenly Hand's.
Crafting ornaments seemed simple, but it was far from it.
To draw and pull the purple-gold solution into threads, then transform them into tiny, interlocking chains, or to sculpt and carve it in mid-air, requires profound skill, unparalleled patience, precise eyesight, and decisive, subtle techniques. If any one
of these is not done well, it's impossible to create an exquisite ornament. Yan Nange's ornament-making process appears dazzling and unrestrained, but each movement and technique is the result of diligent practice and on-the-spot understanding and decisiveness. In the process of creating ornaments, as if sparring with masters, Yan Nange truly mastered the Heavenly Secret Hand and the Ice and Fire Dual Forces.
Today's demonstration gave Yan Nange a new understanding of the Dragon-Capturing Claw. Yan Nange now hopes to spar with more masters so that he can improve quickly and truly internalize all his knowledge, rather than leaving it merely as a decoration in his mind.
Returning to the old house, Yan Nange saw that Lan Ye and Liu Fang had already prepared a feast, waiting for him. A warmth filled his heart.
Smiling, they sat down, raised their glasses, and without a word, downed a drink.
The soldiers were also gathered around several tables in the courtyard, eating and drinking happily, but without making a sound, which seemed rather strange to others.
Yan Nange was pleased with the soldiers' good manners. The three of them also kept quiet, exchanging pleasantries in hushed tones as they ate and drank.
"Mr. Liu," Yan Nange said earnestly, "a large number of experts have appeared in Black Dragon City, many of whom could even rival you. I want you to use your informants to investigate these people thoroughly, the more detailed the better. They are mainly staying in several large inns and brothels in the city. Mr. Liu, it's time to establish an intelligence network, a complete network so that we can be fully aware of any disturbances." This was urgent, but it also required time, so the sooner the better.
"Yes, sir. I will begin this work this afternoon and strive to meet your expectations as quickly as possible," Liu Fang said solemnly. This was no joke.
"Lan Ye, your mission this time is very important, but Mr. Liu has already made excellent preparations for you. Take a look at it in a bit. Tonight, the two of us will go to various places to check out the environment and terrain, as well as their daily routines. We must strike with certainty, otherwise, it's hard to predict what might happen. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Yan Nange handed the booklet that Liu Fang had given him
to Ouyang Lan Ye. "Hmm." Lan Ye didn't say much, but solemnly placed the booklet on the table and began to look through it. He knew the importance of his mission and dared not be careless. At the same time, he greatly admired Yan Nange's thoughtfulness.
Yan Nange's cautious approach made Liu Fang admire him even more.
"Brother, thank you so much." Lan Ye suddenly looked up, his eyes glistening.
"Little brother, you don't need to thank me. I would have done the same if I met someone like that." Yan Nange knew that Lan Ye had heard about how he had crippled Prince Aotian, Xiao Longfei. He patted him on the shoulder.
"Your Excellency's courage is extraordinary; I truly admire you." Liu Fang knew about Lan Ye's situation and also about Yan Nange's deeds these past few days.
“I can still be impulsive sometimes, which is one of my weaknesses. Right now, what I’ve done these past few days hasn’t harmed me, but I need to try to avoid such open conflicts in the future. So many people’s happiness and safety are behind me; I need to be more cautious. From now on, we should adhere to this principle: use others’ hands, don’t reveal our true selves. Of course, if necessary, we can let the world know, depending on the situation. Before we’re fully established, being too famous is probably not a good thing. Even after we’re fully established, we must know how to conceal our abilities; that’s the best way to survive.” Yan Nange said slowly, while also pondering how to proceed.
Lan Ye and Liu Fang both nodded in agreement.
Lan Ye knew Yan Nange didn’t want him to be grateful, and his loyalty to his elder brother grew even stronger. Liu
Fang, meanwhile, was thinking about Yan Nange’s words, recalling the downfall of the Xiaoyao Sect, and couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree with Yan Nange’s words. “The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind”—isn’t that the meaning of that saying?
After the meal, Lan Yu stayed at the mansion to lead the new recruits, while Yan Nange and Liu Fang left together; they had many things to do and needed to hurry.
Yan Nange parted ways with Liu Fang before reaching the main street, and the two walked in opposite directions.
Before them was the Xinxiang Inn, one of the four major inns in Black Dragon City.
Yan Nange went inside and went straight to the counter.
The innkeeper recognized Yan Nange immediately, especially since someone nearby had already exclaimed, "Yan Nange! That's Yan Nange!" "
It is truly an honor for our inn to have Young Master Yan grace our humble abode," the innkeeper said respectfully.
"You're too kind, innkeeper. I've heard that the four most talented women in the world, 'A Thousand Miles of Bright Moon' Hua Xiaoxiao and 'Ice Beauty' Yuan Ziyi, are staying at your esteemed inn. Is that true?" Yan Nange said with a smile, a smile that was like a spring breeze, making the hearts of passing women flutter. They all wished they could hug Yan Nange and kiss him passionately.
"Yes. I'll have my waiter take you there, young master." The innkeeper called over a waiter and instructed him to lead Yan Nange to the residence of the two talented women.
The waiter was simply telling Yan Nange how to get there; he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to follow him directly. That would be a taboo for any guest.
Yan Nange arrived at a quiet courtyard and gently knocked on the door.
The door opened, and two guards, though not burly, stood side-by-side, sizing him up.
"What brings you here, young master?" one of them asked politely, neither servile nor overbearing. Yan Nange could tell from his demeanor that these were no ordinary guards; they were clearly seasoned individuals.
Both men had prominent temples, indicating they were masters of internal martial arts. They were dressed in fine clothes, yet they were merely guards. To have such formidable guards, it seemed that the 'Thousand Miles of Bright Moon' Hua Xiaoxiao's family was indeed extraordinary.
Yan Nange thought to himself, but his words didn't falter.
"My name is Yan Nange. I was delighted to hear that the talented Miss Hua has arrived in Black Dragon City, so I
came to pay my respects," Yan Nange said with a smile and a gentle voice. "So it's Young Master Yan, my apologies for my rudeness. Please wait a moment, I'll go inside and inform her," the older-looking guard said, before heading inside.
"Young Master Yan is even more dashing than the rumors suggest," the remaining
guard remarked. "You flatter me, it's just a misconception. You two are brothers, aren't you?" Yan Nange said casually to the guard .

(Chapter 292, Like a Dream
: 10-21 10:19:24, 3316 words)

"Young Master has a keen eye; few people can tell we're brothers. We don't look alike at all, how did you know?" the guard asked Yan Nange curiously.
"Although you look different, you share a common temperament. Most importantly, even a casual glance between you reveals an extraordinary understanding, the kind of understanding only those who have lived together since childhood would possess. Furthermore, your auras are very similar, a quality shared by blood relatives. Therefore, I guessed you two are brothers. Haha, actually, it was just a coincidence," Yan Nange said with a smile.
"Young Master Yan is no ordinary person. I will certainly have the opportunity to learn from you. My name is Liu Yang, and my younger brother is Liu Zhan. If you have the chance to visit Han Shan Kingdom in the future, please be sure to visit the Liu family," Liu Yang said with a smile, his words full of sincerity.
"Brother Liu, rest assured, I will definitely have the opportunity to bother you in the future," Yan Nange liked straightforward and sincere people, regardless of their status. So he addressed him as "Brother."
"Brother Yan is indeed no ordinary person. Just based on your genuine nature of treating people without regard to status, we two brothers are determined to be your friends. Brother has prepared fine wine and is waiting for your arrival," Liu Yang said loudly, his expression delighted.
"Brother and Young Master Yan seem to be having a very pleasant conversation," Liu Zhan said with a smile.
"Second Brother, just call me Little Brother," Yan Nange replied with a smile. Like Liu Yang, Liu Zhan exuded a friendly and approachable aura. Yan Nange suddenly realized that the two of them were definitely not just guards, because upon closer observation, he noticed a subtle air of arrogance about them.
Yan Nange racked his brains for information about the major families on both continents, but couldn't find anyone with the surname Liu. Yan Nange felt that his knowledge in these areas was still too limited. The records and explanations left by his master lacked details on these matters. Yan Nange felt even more eager to build his own intelligence network; he was practically blind right now.
"Little Brother Yan, Miss Xiaoxiao wants you to come in," Liu Zhan said with a smile, a sly smile that hinted at a conspiracy.
"Brothers, please excuse me then," Yan Nange said, bowing as he walked towards the elegant residence in the inner courtyard.
"Is Miss Xiaoxiao planning to torment someone again?"
"Needless to say! Miss Xiaoxiao loves tormenting celebrities. Brother Yan is so famous, tormenting him must be very rewarding."
"That's true."
The two exchanged a glance and laughed simultaneously. If Yan Nange saw their expressions, he would probably have to reconsider whether to go in. Their laughter was too wicked.
Walking along the pebble-paved path amidst the flowers, trees, and fragrant grass, and passing through an archway, at the end of the path was a pure white house, elegant and clean, which caught Yan Nange's eye. Yan Nange secretly praised the owner of Xinxiang for his good taste, being able to build such an elegant mansion.
From afar, Yan Nange saw two beautiful young maids smiling and greeting him at the entrance of the mansion.
With a slightly unruly yet warm smile on his lips, Yan Nange walked towards the two beauties, or rather, towards the door between the two beauties.
"Welcome, Young Master Yan Nange!" Two beautiful maids bowed in unison, their voices melodious and sweet.
"You two are too kind. Yan Nange is but a commoner; how dare I address myself as such?"
Yan Nange smiled faintly. His eyes were fixed intently on the two maids, causing their hearts to flutter.
It wasn't that Yan Nange had suddenly become lustful, but rather that he realized the two women were using seductive arts on him. They were using shy glances, subtly alluring movements, and soft voices to seduce him.
This kind of seductive art might be considered quite advanced in the martial arts world, but in the eyes of Yan Nange, who was proficient in the arts of Yin and Yang, it was nothing special.
To date, Yan Nange had never seen anyone who could seduce him. Only women attracted to him.
Yan Nange's dual cultivation technique had long since reached its peak; if he wanted, few women in the world could resist his temptation. Because his seductive arts had reached a state of returning to simplicity.
Yan Nange's gaze was using a mind-controlling technique; the two maids felt a sudden flash of light before their eyes and were instantly transported into a sweet dream.
"Young Master Yan, please come in," a beautiful female voice rang out from inside.
Startled awake by the voice, the two maids stared blankly at Yan Nange, unsure what had just happened.
Yan Nange simply smiled, said nothing, and stepped into the elegant residence.
Inside was a simple yet elegant living room, but no one was there. To the right of the living room was a door, its beaded curtain hanging low, from which a delicate fragrance wafted, filling the room.
This fragrance would likely go unnoticed by an untrained eye, but Yan Nange was different; his senses were a thousand times stronger than ordinary people. He not only smelled the source of the alluring fragrance but could even see the faint pink mist rising from behind the beaded curtain.
Yan Nange knew this was no ordinary fragrance, not the kind of incense burned for worship.
If Yan Nange wasn't mistaken, it was a fragrance called "Dreamlike Soul-Sealing Incense," which emitted an alluring aroma when burned. This is indeed an alluring fragrance, a fragrance that tempts one to commit crimes. Smelling this scent awakens a latent lust within, and regardless of gender, anyone who inhales it for even a short while will involuntarily fall into a frenzy of lust. Those who are exposed to this fragrance without a suitable partner will die from the depletion of their vital essence.
It is not a poison, yet it is more potent and evil than any poison, for it is an insidious lust that is impossible to guard against. In the past, the Joyful Cult in the martial arts world used this fragrance to harm countless people, harvesting countless men and women. Later, due to their numerous sins, the Joyful Cult was destroyed by the angry martial arts world, and this unique fragrance disappeared.
Yan Nange guessed that the fragrance was "Dreamlike Soul-Stealing" because it was the same as described in the book, with a scent of gardenia and osmanthus, and it was constantly changing. Furthermore, the fragrance gave Yan Nange a warm feeling on his skin, which was also one of its characteristics.
Yan Nange became more vigilant. He didn't understand what Hua Xiaoxiao wanted with this aphrodisiac, and he doubted it was for her to offer herself willingly. Yan Nange wasn't arrogant enough to think he possessed such charm. Therefore, her motives were highly suspicious, and her identity even more so.
Thinking of Liu Zhan's mysterious smile at the door, it didn't seem to be aimed at him, but there was definitely something else going on. Could it be that Hua Xiaoxiao was playing a trick on him?
Yan Nange finally decided to play along, adapt to the situation, and see what this 'Thousand Miles of Bright Moon' Hua Xiaoxiao was up to. If it truly was against him, then there was nothing he could do. However, Yan Nange didn't want to have an unpleasant encounter with the Liu brothers; if it came to that, he would simply have to apologize.
Many thoughts flashed through Yan Nange's mind, and he calmly walked towards the door hidden behind the beaded curtain. Yan Nange wasn't afraid of this aphrodisiac, because his body was no longer susceptible to harm from drugs; in fact, he was immune to all poisons.

Chapter 293 Allure
: 10-21 10:19:24 Word Count: 3051

Do all stunning women like to wear veils?
Is it that mystery can accentuate temperament and unparalleled beauty?
Yan Nange had these questions in her mind, because this woman was also wearing a veil.
Through a thin veil, a woman reclined languidly on a fragrant couch.
Her white gauze dress couldn't conceal her alluring body; instead, it clung to her body, outlining her astonishing curves. The veil was so thin that glimpses of her skin were visible, arousing imagination. A section of her snow-white calves and two perfectly sculpted, delicate feet were revealed at the hem of her dress, their allure enhanced by the veil.
Just seeing these, Yan Nange, who was usually quite resistant to beautiful women, was already moved—moved by lust.
But these weren't her most alluring features; what was most alluring was the glimpse of snow-white skin revealed at the opening of her dress. Her mesmerizing, watery eyes clung to Yan Nange, her slightly disheveled hair reminiscent of her wanton beauty.
Yan Nange noticed that she wasn't alone in the room; there was also a middle-aged couple, both top-tier martial artists. Hua Xiaoxiao also possessed considerable skill. What did she want? Why was she seducing him like this? What were they planning? Yan Nange was highly suspicious of her motives.
"Yan Nange has long heard of Hua Xiaoxiao's unparalleled beauty and overflowing talent. Seeing her today, it seems the rumors are somewhat untrue," Yan Nange said with a smile, sitting down in a chair and looking at the room's furnishings. "Xiaoxiao is unwell
and cannot rise; please forgive her, young master. I have long admired your name, young master Yan, and have long wished to witness the Flower Queen's charm. Today, I have seen her, and she is even more captivating than the legends suggest. But I wonder, young master Yan, what is it about Xiaoxiao that is untrue to the rumors?" Her voice was beautiful and melodious, like celestial music.
"Rumor has it that talented women in China are aloof and proud, like a cold sky and a cold moon, beautiful to behold but unapproachable. But today, it seems that talented woman Hua makes Yan Nange feel very close. Moreover, she is very alluring." Yan Nange stared intently at Hua Xiaoxiao behind the curtain, his eyes lingering on her captivating body, a lewd smile on his face, as if he had already stripped her naked.
A flicker of disdain and contempt flashed in Hua Xiaoxiao's eyes, though only for a moment, Yan Nange saw it clearly.
Yan Nange pretended not to see her gaze, his lustful eyes lingering on Hua Xiaoxiao's most sensitive areas. His intense gaze made Hua Xiaoxiao feel as if hands were groping her. She despised him even more; he truly was a lecherous devil. But that was fine, she thought to herself.
"Young Master Yan, Xiaoxiao has always disdained letting those boring men approach. But Young Master Yan is different. Xiaoxiao isn't afraid of being looked down upon; Xiaoxiao actually greatly admires you, so..." Hua Xiaoxiao's voice was coquettish, hesitant, and incredibly alluring.
Yan Nange knew Hua Xiaoxiao was using seductive arts, specifically the "**voice," using a rhythmic, coquettish tone to bewitch the mind.
Yan Nange's heart had only stirred for a fleeting moment upon seeing her; his lust had been stirred. Now, he was completely calm and composed. But the act still had to go on; the most exciting part wasn't yet.
"Really...really? I'm so honored. Xiaoxiao, is it okay if I call you that?" Yan Nange's face was lecherous, practically drooling.
"I'll call you whatever you want, brother..." Hua Xiaoxiao cooed, her voice growing softer.
If Yan Nange hadn't already known she was acting, he would have genuinely thought she was a young girl experiencing her first love, and felt immense pity for her. But seeing her feigned shyness, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt, Yan Nange found her disgusting. He hadn't asked her to act, yet she insisted on putting on a show for him, and then she showed him disdain and contempt. Yan Nange felt very uncomfortable. But he still wanted to see what her purpose was.
"Xiaoxiao, can brother come in and see you?" Since he was pretending to be a lecher, he might as well act convincingly. He wasn't at a disadvantage anyway; she was a seductive woman, after all. But she wasn't a virgin anymore.
She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, no longer a virgin, and unmarried. Yan Nange suspected she was a promiscuous woman, yet she insisted on presenting herself as pure and aloof. Yan Nange felt nothing but disgust.
"Then...then brother, please come in." Hua Xiaoxiao's voice was barely audible, her face flushed with shyness, her head bowed almost to the pillow.
What a convincing performance, more real than reality. Yan Nange sneered inwardly.
Yan Nange entered, kneeling on one knee before her bed, and grasped her small hand. Yan Nange felt her tremble and her hand twitch, but Yan Nange held it tightly, preventing her from pulling away.
Hua Xiaoxiao looked up at Yan Nange, her eyes filled with contempt and anger. She thought to herself, this scoundrel is so audacious, truly despicable and shameless. He deserves to die. A murderous intent rose within her. Yan Nange
saw the murderous aura emanating from her eyes and body, and his heart blazed with rage. But his face wore a different expression.
"Xiaoxiao, are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. I think I should leave. You should rest." Yan Nange said gently, standing up to leave.
Hearing this, Hua Xiaoxiao immediately calmed down, remembering that he had already touched her hand, but the deed wasn't done yet. Gritting her teeth, she decided to go all out.
"Brother, do you hate Xiaoxiao? Don't you like being with Xiaoxiao?" Xiaoxiao's voice was sorrowful, almost tearful. Xiaoxiao herself admired her acting skills.
"Xiaoxiao, how could that be? I'm too busy taking care of you. Let me warm your hands, they're so cold." Yan Nange knelt back down, holding Hua Xiaoxiao's small hand, his eyes fixed on her body.
Her body was incredibly beautiful. Women with naturally alluring features are always captivating.
Yan Nange also noticed that her face behind the veil was beautiful, even pure and noble, her eyes sparkling like stars—a rare beauty, but unfortunately, she only had a beautiful exterior. Yan Nange had no interest in her, only disgust.
Just then, Yan Nange saw her finger secretly flick out a wisp of smoke, which floated in the air, just the right amount for her to inhale. It was still that "dreamlike" kind, only purer. Yan Nange pretended to inhale it.
"Xiaoxiao, you smell so good." Yan Nange's eyes became hazy, and her hand followed her small hand up to hers. Yan Nange suddenly hugged her and tried to kiss her. She tried to break free, but Yan Nange pressed her pressure points. (

Chapter 294: 冲冠
: 10-21 10:19:25 Words: 3172)

Just then, a cold, sharp finger strike came from beside Yan Nange, pointing at her sleeping pressure point.
Yan Nange pretended to be stunned, closed her eyes, and lay down.
The two middle-aged men and women were quite good-looking, but Yan Nange could tell from their aura and appearance that they were not kind people. They were both treacherous, cunning, and ruthless. The woman practiced extremely vicious martial arts, while the man practiced the same martial arts as Zuo Qingfei, and his skill was quite high. Yan Nange suspected that he was related to Zuo Qingfei. Yan Nange had already decided to take their lives. As for Hua Xiaoxiao, he would see how she performed; he didn't care about killing one more person.
The man released Hua Xiaoxiao's pressure points, and Hua Xiaoxiao got up and kicked Yan Nange several times.
"You filthy scoundrel! I'll kick you to death!" Her kicks were heavy, sending Yan Nange flying. If it weren't for Yan Nange's protective inner energy, he would probably be half-dead.
Hua Xiaoxiao kicked Yan Nange a few more times and cursed a few more times before the man stopped her.
“Miss Xiaoxiao, don’t kick him to death. We still need him for something important. Once this matter is settled, Young Master Zuo will definitely keep his promise. Let’s make him sign the contract first and see what it’s like for this world-renowned Flower King to be a slave. How dare he oppose Young Master Zuo? Isn’t he courting death? But this time, it’ll be difficult for him to die. I’ll cripple his martial arts in a moment. I’ll make him wish he were dead.” The man said smugly and viciously.
The woman took out a contract and handed it to the man. The man grabbed Yan Nange’s finger, dipped it in cinnabar, and pressed it onto the contract. When Yan Nange saw the words on the contract, anger surged within her, and she decided to stop pretending.
Yan Nange suddenly raised her hand and used three finger strikes to seal the pressure points of all three people.
The three people suddenly couldn’t move. They were shocked and about to speak when Yan Nange jumped up and sealed their acupoints. The three people stood there dumbfounded, while the man still held the contract in his hand.
Yan Nange took down the contract and paced back and forth in front of the three men, examining it. His chilling aura of killing intent made them all stare at him in terror.
The contract essentially stated: Yan Nange voluntarily sold himself into slavery to the Left Prime Minister's mansion for three taels of silver. The Left family would provide him with a wife and children. In return, Yan Nange would castrate himself and dedicate his life to crafting jewelry for the Left family's jewelry business. His children and wife would also become lifelong servants of the Left family.
Yan Nange's face was cold, for he couldn't believe Zuo Qingfei dared to play such a game with him. These three dared to frame him like this. Even killing them now wouldn't be enough for Yan Nange; he had to punish them according to the contract.
Yan Nange stopped in front of the man, staring at him with a bright smile.
The man trembled under Yan Nange's murderous aura and piercing gaze, cold sweat pouring down his back, and he could barely breathe. He had never encountered such a formidable opponent.
"Do you know who I am?" Yan Nange held the man's left arm from a distance, scrutinizing him closely.
Yan Nange's earnest actions and radiant smile inexplicably sent a chill down the spines of the three men, causing them to shiver.
Yan Nange was considering whether to send them to the authorities, but the thought of causing trouble for Brother Sima made him decide against it. He would handle it himself.
Yan Nange wasn't afraid of anyone coming in, because he suspected they were all accomplices. If they didn't come in, that was fine; but if they did, he felt bad and would have to accompany them.
"Brother Yan, what are you doing?" Yan Nange was thinking when someone entered. Yan Nange knew it was Liu Zhan and Liu Yang.
Yan Nange turned around, smiling at the two brothers. Their surprised expressions were genuine, not feigned. It seemed they were unaware of the matter.
"It seems you don't know. Take a look at this." Yan Nange smiled and handed the contract to Liu Yang. Then, he used his power to immobilize the two furtive maids by striking their pressure points.
The two were astonished that Yan Nange could immobilize the two maids from such a distance. They realized that Yan Nange wouldn't need much effort to subdue them; it seemed he meant no harm, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to escape. They looked at the contract in their hands together.
After reading the contract, the Liu brothers' faces turned ashen with anger. They understood what had happened. They had always thought those two were scoundrels, and they were indeed not good people. It seemed Miss Xiaoxiao was also involved. How could they interfere in this matter? They had gone too far; they deserved to die.
Oh well, they decided to leave it at that. Miss Xiaoxiao has always ignored advice, and her teasing is one thing—we thought she was just young and playful—but today she's even doing this with someone like that. Fine, we'll leave her alone. The two brothers initially thought she was just playing around with Yan Nange, but now it seems she planned this all along. It seems she's truly beyond saving. The two brothers were disheartened and decided to give up, letting her fend for herself. They couldn't blame them; they'd done their best for their father for so long.
"Brother Yan, you handle this matter. Try to give her a way out. Her father is our friend and a good man, he just spoiled her. Alright, Brother Yan, we brothers are returning to Hanshan Kingdom. Don't forget to come find us when you're in Hanshan Kingdom; we'll have a good drink together." Liu Yang returned the contract to Yan Nange, speaking with a sense of relief and generosity.
"Okay, brothers, I will definitely go. Take care on your journey," Yan Nange said with a smile.
The two brothers clasped their hands in a fist salute and left without looking back.
Seeing the two brothers leave without regard for her, Hua Xiaoxiao was filled with regret and fear, but she knew it was too late. She had done something she shouldn't have.
Yan Nange didn't look at Hua Xiaoxiao, but instead lifted the man's left hand again from a distance, smiling as he looked at his sweat-soaked face.
"Continue with our business. You may not know, but Zuo Qingfei is dead. What you don't know is that you will also die. Actually, I wanted you to sign a contract, to be my slaves for life, your descendants generation after generation, but I feel you don't deserve to live. Humans or animals can live, but you are probably not even worthy of being animals. What use are you to me?" Yan Nange spoke slowly, intending to torture them. Death wouldn't be so easy.
Hua Xiaoxiao was both angry and afraid, tears streaming down her face, soaking her chest. Her gauze dress clung to her ample bosom, incredibly alluring, but unfortunately, no one was there to appreciate her beauty.
The woman had killed many people, but when it came to her own death, she was terrified. If her pressure points hadn't been sealed, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
The man trembled constantly. He had never been so afraid when killing; in fact, he enjoyed it. But when someone was about to kill him, he felt no enjoyment. He was terrified.

(Chapter 295, "Bone Crushing,"
10-21 10:19:26, 3159 words)

"Do you know why I'm saying so much?" Yan Nange smiled, his deep, ocean-like eyes filled with murderous intent. He was smiling, but his eyes were killing, each cut a slow, agonizing death.
Even if the man wanted to speak, his pressure points were sealed, and he couldn't. Besides, even if he could speak now, he wouldn't dare. He vaguely knew the answer, but he didn't want it to be correct.
Seeing the man's evasive and fearful eyes, Yan Nange still smiled brightly.
"You already know the answer, don't you? I'm going to torture you slowly, to avenge those who died at your hands. I want to cut your flesh piece by piece, exposing the bone, sprinkling salt on it, making you suffer excruciating pain, then using wound medicine to heal the flesh, then cutting again, sprinkling salt again, until you die of old age." Yan Nange smiled evilly, speaking slowly. He didn't look at the woman and Hua Xiaoxiao's expressions; he only watched the violent twitching of the man's face. He knew their expressions must be equally complex.
Hua Xiaoxiao's face was deathly pale. She had never been humiliated before, always believing she could trample all men underfoot and make all women envious. But now, all she wanted was to leave this place alive, but that was impossible. Yan Nange's words terrified her, making her want to vomit, but only her eyes and face were completely free; even vomiting was impossible. She felt self-pity, self-reproach, and regret. She thought that even suicide would be better than being tortured by this demon, but even that was now a distant dream. She felt as if she had fallen into an icy river, or been trapped in a volcano.
Hua Xiaoxiao finally understood what it meant to be worse than dead, what it meant to be caught between life and death.
The middle-aged woman's sinister heart began to crumble. She knew that if things continued like this, even if this man named Yan Nange didn't touch her, she would go mad. She tried to circulate her internal energy to open her acupoints, but she couldn't even muster a trace of true energy, so what could she do? She was desperate, waiting for death to come, but in reality, she longed for death to come. She had never thought that one day she would wish to die quickly.
Dying quickly, it turned out, was also a kind of happiness.
Happiness often surrounds you when you don't realize it or cherish it.
Happiness is also unattainable when you have already lost it.
"Alas, it's a pity I don't have that much time to waste on trash like you." Yan Nange said, his icy energy entering his body, and then releasing his mute acupoint.
"Do you have anything else to say? Speak." Yan Nange said with a smile.
"Let me say a few words to my wife." The man knew he was doomed today, gave up struggling, and was powerless to break free.
At this moment, Yan Nange released his acupoints, and he could move freely.
The man approached the woman, but his eyes darted around, for he felt he could now unleash his full power, and his heart stirred again.
"Die!" The man suddenly turned and lunged at Yan Nange. Just as his body reached its highest point in the air, with a "whoosh," his entire body instantly shattered into white dust, falling onto the red carpet.
All of this happened in an instant, like a nightmare, yet every detail of this nightmare felt so real and vivid.
The middle-aged woman and Hua Xiaoxiao stared in shock at what they had witnessed, a chilling realization washing over them. They knew that the man named Yan Nange was not human, but a demon, an utterly wicked devil.
Yan Nange knew that the middle-aged man was someone who didn't appreciate opportunities; he had given the man a chance to say goodbye. But the man had suddenly pushed his power to its limit, causing the icy energy that had entered his meridians to instantly backfire, turning him into dust.
He deserved to die; this was the consequence of evil. "He who kills without cause will be killed by others."
Yan Nange walked up to the middle-aged woman, whose face was now deathly pale.
"Actually, I don't like hurting women, but I can tell you must have harmed many people, otherwise you wouldn't have such profound skills. I won't torture you anymore; I hope you'll be a good person in your next life." Yan Nange finished speaking with a smile, and a fierce icy aura surged through her body. With a leisurely exhale from his palm, the middle-aged woman's terrified face and entire body quietly turned into dust.
A person so large when alive, but nothing more than a small clump of white powder when dead.
Yan Nange walked up to Hua Xiaoxiao, the woman hailed as one of the Four Great Talented Women, nicknamed "A Thousand Miles of Bright Moon." Fear and regret overwhelmed her; her veil was soaked with sweat, outlining her exquisite face, and glistening tears clung to her eyelashes—a captivating sight.
Normally, Yan Nange would have felt pity, but now, Hua Xiaoxiao meant nothing to him.
Yan Nange released Hua Xiaoxiao's speech-impairing pressure points, allowing her to speak. He wanted to know what had driven her to frame him.
"Tell me, why did you try to harm me? If there are extenuating circumstances, I'll give you a chance to change." Yan Nange's smile vanished, replaced by disgust and disdain.
This expression deeply wounded Hua Xiaoxiao's pride. From childhood, she had been pampered, showered with praise and admiration after gaining fame. Who had ever shown her such disdain, such contempt and disgust? But she knew this man could kill her at any moment. She was terrified because she was so young. At that moment, she thought of her parents, how good they had been to her, yet she had always hurt them. If she had a chance to start over, she would definitely be filial and never let them suffer. Unfortunately, it was all too late. Looking back, there was only emptiness. Her life had been wasted.
"There's nothing to say, do as you please," Hua Xiaoxiao said sadly, closing her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She wasn't actually afraid of death, but if she could live, she would choose to live, so she could start over and be filial to her parents.
Yan Nange saw her still-childish face, her innocent expression as she cried. In truth, she was just a child. Yan Nange thought of his wife, and of what the Liu brothers had said about her having a good father. He decided not to press her further and would let her go.
Yan Nange released her pressure points and flicked his finger, crippling the two maids' martial arts. With a wave of his hand, the two clumps of powder vanished without a trace.
"Go. I'll let you go for the sake of your father and your young age. I hope you'll behave well in the future." Yan Nange finished speaking and drifted away.
Hua Xiaoxiao watched the disappearing figure, tears streaming down her face.
Two hours had passed since then. Yan Nange walked out of the courtyard, looked up at the now clear blue sky, breathed in the fresh air, and felt a surge of joy. She then walked towards the courtyard where the 'Ice Beauty' Yuan Ziyi lived.

Chapter 296: Men and Women
: 10-21 10:19:26 Word Count: 3575 The

"Ice Beauty" Yuan Ziyi lived up to her name—cold, aloof, noble, and pure, like an ice goddess.
Yan Nange suspected that her reputation as the "Ice Beauty" was related to her skin and appearance.
Yuan Ziyi's skin, exposed outside her snow-white robe, was crystal clear, like solidified ice jade, shimmering with a cool, alluring light, adding to her infinite charm.
Her facial features and body curves were incredibly beautiful and profound, like a sculpture, inspiring awe. Her eyes were like glaciers under the moonlight, mysterious and pure, an untouchable beauty.
She seemed like a perfect statue accidentally left behind by heaven, yet imbued with vibrant life.
The world was too noisy, too filthy. She shouldn't belong to this world.
But now, such a woman had to face a group of worldly people.
A group of richly dressed men sat in this elegant hall, while she held a jade flute of emerald green, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.
Yuan Ziyi's expression was serene, yet it exuded unparalleled aloofness. Her aloofness wasn't arrogance, but rather it was inherent in her very being; she was born a cold and proud person.
Yet, this woman possessed an innate allure. Yan Nange now seriously doubted the ancient texts' descriptions of naturally alluring women being extremely rare, and those with innate allure being one in ten thousand, practically unheard of in the world. His wives were almost all naturally alluring, and several even possessed this innate allure.
Could he really be so lucky, always encountering women with innate allure? Yan Nange asked himself doubtfully.
Yan Nange entered the quiet living room, observing Yuan Ziyi's absorbed expression, and sat down to wait without disturbing her.
The group of men were all staring intently at Yuan Ziyi, almost none noticing Yan Nange's arrival.
Yan Nange smiled as he surveyed the people present. He realized he didn't recognize a single one; they had probably all arrived in the last couple of days.
He didn't pay much attention to most of them, as they were mostly just ordinary playboys. It wasn't that Yan Nange looked down on them, but they weren't yet at the level to inspire any suspicion or wariness in him.
But most weren't all; there were four people he felt he had to take seriously.
The four men all turned to look at him the moment he entered, their gazes differing yet all conveying an air of extraordinary significance. Yan Nange knew these four were no ordinary individuals.
The first was a middle-aged man, imposing and with a commanding presence; even among a crowd, he would undoubtedly be the most eye-catching. He possessed striking features, strong facial lines, thick eyebrows, and a straight nose, clearly a man of resolute and courageous character. His
eyes, initially calm, suddenly flashed with a lightning-like intensity when he looked at Yan Nange. Yan Nange discerned that he possessed profound martial arts skills, abundant internal energy, and a powerful aura; this man's martial arts were certainly no less than those of Xiao Song, the top expert among the five leaders of Tai Xuan Manor.
His martial arts style appeared to be powerful and forceful, but Yan Nange did not recognize the name of his internal energy.
Judging from his appearance, Yan Nange knew he was destined for great wealth and high status, second only to the emperor.
Yan Nange's assessment of him was: broad-minded, courageous, and wise. He should not be underestimated; Yan Nange must befriend him.
The second person was a young nobleman who looked at Yan Nange with a serene gaze and even gave him a slight smile.
This man appeared to be a scholar with no physical strength, and his appearance seemed quite ordinary, but Yan Nange sensed a commanding aura about him—a kingly presence that commanded respect from all.
Judging from his face, he had the countenance of an emperor, and Yan Nange guessed he was a prince from some country.
This man had the world in his heart, compassion for humanity, and was destined to be a wise ruler.
Moreover, he possessed unparalleled martial arts skills; even if he wasn't as skilled as Yan Nange, he would likely have few rivals. His martial arts had reached a high level of internal energy cultivation, a state of returning to simplicity and authenticity. If he had more time and a moment of enlightenment, he could reach the level of a grandmaster.
Yan Nange couldn't discern what kind of martial arts he practiced, only knowing that it was a neutral power between yin and yang.
Yan Nange definitely wanted to befriend this man, because he was worthy of it, not for his status, but for his character.
The third person was a burly man with a rugged appearance.
Judging by his rough appearance alone, one might assume he's a reckless man. To think so would be a grave mistake, as engaging him would be a disastrous experience.
When this man looked at Yan Nange, his initial disdain and contempt were followed by a glint in his eyes, his pupils darting rapidly. Yan Nange discerned that he was a treacherous individual, and not just any ordinary treacherous, but exceptionally ruthless. He believed this man always attacked from behind, for his face concealed a despicable and cunning nature.
His martial arts were indeed pure and masculine, likely originating from the once-powerful and historically significant righteous sect—the Lieyang Sect—which spanned two continents, and whose status was probably not low.
However, this was merely speculation, as he didn't know when the records referred to this period, nor the current state of the Lieyang Sect.
Yan Nange needed to be wary of this man and exercise extreme caution in any future interactions. He could not become his friend.
The fourth person was a handsome young man, as beautiful as a stunningly beautiful young woman.
In reality, she was a stunning beauty disguised as a man. Her aura and demeanor couldn't deceive Yan Nange. Even though he couldn't see through her clothes, he could deduce from her aura and demeanor that she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, a virgin, and possessed a Heavenly Allure Body!
Yan Nange felt defeated by this fact, and even more defeated by this crazy world.
Were there so many women with Heavenly Allure Bodies now that they were everywhere? Yan Nange increasingly doubted the accuracy of the records in the Ice and Fire Cave. Or perhaps his eyesight was flawed.
How could so many Heavenly Allure Women suddenly appear? Yan Nange was speechless, questioning the heavens.
When this girl looked at him, her eyes shone with an electric light, almost tangible.
Her skill was very high, no less than that of the first man.
She must have cultivated the "Immortal Lake Reflecting the Moon" divine skill of the Immortal Zen Sect, reaching the third level, her eyes shimmering like silk. The reason Yan Nange could discern the depth of her skill was because his divine sense saw the water-like light emanating from her meridians.
This woman possesses delicate and intelligent features, is kind and persevering, and is of immeasurable nobility. She is destined to be an empress.
Whether or not one can become her friend depends on fate.
At this moment, Yan Nange suddenly realized that his skills had indeed improved, and not only his skills, but also his perception was on a completely different level.
Yan Nange regretted that he couldn't see through his own destiny; perhaps he was inherently different from ordinary people.
Only he could control his own destiny; no one else could, no matter who he was.

(Chapter 297, "A Long Sigh
," 10-21 10:19:27, 3798 words)

Just as Yan Nange was analyzing these four people, the "Ice Beauty" Yuan Ziyi suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, her deep, universe-like eyes bursting with dazzling light.
Everyone present was drawn to Yuan Ziyi's gaze, watching her intently. Except for Yan Nange, who was lost in thought.
Yuan Ziyi suddenly looked deeply at the absent-minded Yan Nange, the light in her eyes growing even brighter.
Only the four people Yan Nange was paying attention to noticed Yuan Ziyi's subtle change, and their reactions varied.
The first, the middle-aged man—Wan Renwang—smiled faintly.
The second, the seemingly ordinary young master—Qian Shanxun—his eyes lit up, revealing a knowing smile.
The third, the seemingly honest but actually cunning burly man—Bai Lixian—frowned, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
The fourth, the stunningly beautiful woman disguised as a man—Shi Yanshu—her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she smiled playfully. If anyone had seen it, they would have noticed how incredibly sweet her smile was.
In fact, these four people knew each other, as their families had a long and deep-rooted relationship, dating back a thousand years. As for the nature of their relationship, it couldn't be explained in a few words.
Yan Nange then snapped out of his thoughts, his divine sense catching the different expressions and glances of the four people, but he missed the sparkle in Yuan Ziyi's eyes.
Yuan Ziyi gracefully held the jade flute in her slender hands, placing it before her delicate lips. The jade flute was a vibrant, emerald green, and her hands were snow-white and exquisitely beautiful. The mere sight of these hands and the flute was enough to captivate anyone, let alone her ethereal, otherworldly beauty.
The brilliance in Yuan Ziyi's beautiful eyes had faded, leaving them deep and ethereal, like the sky and the deep sea, as pure as the moon and the Milky Way.
She gazed intently at the void outside the door, then suddenly let out a long, soft sigh.
Though it was only a sigh, it filled the hearts of the infatuated men with boundless sorrow, making them want to weep.
This sigh elicited different reactions from the five men: Wan, Qian, Bai, Shi, and Yan Nange.
Wan Renwang's expression first darkened, then he smiled happily.
Qian Shanxun's expression also darkened, then he seemed to find relief, smiling radiantly.
Baili Xian's face changed, the killing intent in his eyes intensifying. But a smile remained on his lips.
Shi Yanshu's face fell for a moment before she smiled playfully again, but a faint sadness lingered in her eyes.
Yan Nange understood Yuan Ziyi's feelings, even though she had only sighed.
True friends need no words; true destiny is not hindered by distance.
To understand someone, a sigh is enough!
Yuan Ziyi was a woman of innate pride. She couldn't stand the darkness and filth of the world and wanted to escape, yet she was bound by ties that prevented her from leaving the clamor of life. Her body was not free, so she could only choose to let her heart be free, a freedom tinged with loneliness, for she had no kindred spirit. Her sigh was for herself to hear. Yan Nange understood it this way, and he believed his understanding was correct. But he didn't know if he had the ability to give her everything she wanted.
For this long sigh, Yan Nange was willing to do something for Yuan Ziyi, simply because she considered him a confidant.
It was strange, yet also quite normal, to consider someone a confidant at first glance, for neither of them were ordinary people and could not be judged by common sense.
Yan Nange was also observing the expressions of the four people, forming his own analysis and judgment.
These thoughts flashed by in an instant, and time did not stop.
Yuan Ziyi's lips parted slightly, her eyes unfocused and lost in thought, a faint sadness that broke the hearts of onlookers. At that moment, the mournful sound of a flute, like a gentle breeze in the dark night, drifted into everyone's ears and touched their hearts.
The breeze in the dark night was not very cold, yet it carried a poignant desolation.
Everyone suddenly remembered that the talented Yuan Ziyi was usually as aloof and proud as the bright moon in the sky; why was she so downcast and sorrowful today? But these thoughts only brushed past their minds like a gentle breeze before they were drawn in by Yuan Ziyi's plaintive and plaintive flute music, experiencing a life of life and death, and a heartbreaking and breathtaking love in a dreamlike world.
They were all drunk, shattered, infatuated, and forgotten.
Music originates from chance, yet unfolds through the myriad emotions of humanity.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all music. Music exists to express the heart's voice.
At this moment, Yuan Ziyi is using this translucent jade flute to tell her story, her joys and sorrows. More than anything, sorrow.
She doesn't wish for everyone to understand; she only wishes for one person to understand. His understanding is enough.
Why, at the first glance, did her heart's dam crumble like a shattered dream, collapsing completely, letting her thoughts surge uncontrollably?
Perhaps there is no reason, or perhaps there is a reason for it, but it lies hidden behind the heart and the truth.
Invisible now, untraceable in the past.
Perhaps only many years later, when she looks back with joy or tears, will she realize that this was the reason she had so desperately pondered but could not
find. Since she doesn't know, and can't understand, she simply chooses not to think about it.
She only needed herself to know that her heart had fluttered the moment she saw him; she only wanted him to know that her heart had fluttered for him the moment she saw him. That was enough for her; she wouldn't ask for more.
She understood from a young age that life is full of disappointments.
The more she hoped, the more disappointed she became, and the more profoundly she understood this.
Therefore, she gave up all extravagant hopes and expectations, only hoping that at this moment, he could understand her heart, and remember that there had once been such a person in him—that was enough.
Then, he remained his Flower King, and she remained the "Ice Beauty."
It was as if she had never been moved, heartbroken, or melted for anyone.
Did Yan Nange understand her thoughts? Perhaps not entirely, but in the flute's music, sometimes mournful, sometimes joyful, sometimes turbulent, sometimes serene, he truly understood her life, her joys and sorrows.
Sorrow outweighed joy, loneliness outweighed happiness.
Choosing the flute to express her feelings—was it fate or coincidence? The flute could perhaps only express melancholy and sorrow; even in its joy, a faint melancholy lingered.
With the ebb and flow of the music, Yan Nange's mind conjured up the life of a girl—not exactly arduous, but nonetheless full of twists and turns. It was heartbreaking, yet admirable.
Behind that cold, beautiful face lay so many poignant stories, tenderness and tragedy.
Yan Nange was moved, and a feeling of pity and protectiveness arose within him. If a woman like her could never find happiness or freedom in her life, Yan Nange felt it would be a colossal sin. Since he had encountered her, he was determined to change everything.
His heart was filled with tenderness and compassion, a spirit he could never escape.
Outside the door, spring was in full bloom; inside, the sound of a flute lingered.

(Chapter 298
: Lure and Kill - 10-21 10:19:27, 3347 words)

After a long, sigh-like note, Yuan Ziyi put down her jade flute, two crystal tears falling from her beautiful eyes, wetting her silk robes.
These two tears arrived and vanished like shooting stars. Apart from the five extraordinary individuals, the infatuated playboys and flamboyant scholars remained oblivious, still immersed in the emotions and atmosphere brought by the flute's melody.
They understood the sorrow in the music, but never truly understood the reason for that sorrow.
Even understanding, they didn't truly understand.
A mere hair's breadth made all the difference. The difference in their social standing meant they could only ever be listeners, never true connoisseurs.
The lingering sound echoed, echoing long after.
"Talented Lady Yuan, would Yan Nange have the opportunity to play a duet with you on the qin and xiao?" Yan Nange's voice was deep and magnetic, but it startled the men still immersed in the music. They all turned and glared at Yan Nange. Yan Nange ignored them, only smiling brightly at Yuan Ziyi's beautiful eyes.
Yan Nange did this intentionally, solely to provoke someone into killing him, thus justifying crippling that person. Yan Nange had already seen murderous intent in that person's eyes several times, and now, that murderous intent was so intense it was uncontrollable, overflowing from his body into the air.
That person was the seemingly honest Baili Xian; Yan Nange didn't even know his name, only that he saw his surging murderous intent. That was enough. Because that murderous intent was directed at him, Yan Nange.
Wan Renwang, Qian Shanxun, and Shi Yanshu all sensed Baili Xian's murderous intent towards Yan Nange. They didn't stop him, or rather, they didn't intend to, because although they had known him for many years, he wasn't a friend. They all deeply despised his character, but they tolerated it because their families had been friends for generations.
Since Baili Xian wanted to kill so badly, they let him be. He'd probably run into a brick wall this time. Everyone sneered inwardly. On their faces, they all pretended to be surprised by Yan Nange, just like everyone else.
"You think you're worthy!" Baili Xian roared, pretending to be reckless and impulsive, and struck Yan Nange in the back with a palm strike.
This palm strike was the full power of the Fiery Sun Palm; they believed Yan Nange would surely die if hit by it.
"Be careful!" Yuan Ziyi was shocked by Yan Nange's words; she hadn't expected him to make such a request. Just then, she saw Baili Xian strike Yan Nange's back with incredible speed, and she couldn't help but cry out in worry.
Yan Nange smiled faintly at Yuan Ziyi, feigning fear as she stumbled to avoid the attack.
"You... what are you doing?" Yan Nange asked in terror.
"Grandpa's going to teach you a lesson." Baili Xian had never taken Yan Nange seriously; he was always arrogant, believing Yan Nange to be nothing more than a playboy with no substance. Seeing Yan Nange manage to dodge his attack and witnessing his terrified expression, he was even more convinced that Yan Nange was just a pretty face, and his murderous intent intensified.
Baili Xian believed that even if he killed a mere ornament maker like Yan Nange, his family's power would allow him to easily resolve the matter, so he was fearless. He was utterly wrong, and this sealed his fate.
Wan Renwang, Qian Shanxun, and Shi Yanshu naturally didn't believe Yan Nange was so weak. They believed Yan Nange's skill was definitely no less than Baili Xian's. Therefore, there was only one possibility for his actions: he deliberately wanted everyone to know that even if he fought back, it was out of necessity, and that his attack wouldn't be simple.
All three tried to persuade Baili Xian to stop, and Yuan Ziyi also shouted for him to stop, but Baili Xian wasn't about to let go of this opportunity to kill Yan Nange. This was his rival in love, and seeing Yuan Ziyi's angry and worried expression only strengthened his resolve to kill Yan Nange.
At this moment, everyone in the hall had already hidden to the side, afraid of being injured by Baili Xian.
Yan Nange deliberately let himself be hit, forcing out a mouthful of blood.
"You really want to kill me?" Yan Nange dodged him, shouting loudly.
"Grandpa is going to kill you!" Baili Xian shouted loudly, his fists and feet flying.
"Dare you tell me your name?" Yan Nange shouted loudly, still barely dodging his punches and kicks.
"Haha, Grandpa Baili Xian, don't forget my name when you get there!" Baili Xian shouted arrogantly, his movements becoming even more swift. He saw that Yan Nange was already panting heavily.
"Baili Xian, you son of a bitch! Grandpa Yan Nange has no grudge against you, why did you insist on killing your Grandpa Bai?" Yan Nange roared loudly, making everyone in the room's ears ring.
In fact, Yan Nange's shout was heard throughout the entire Black Dragon City. He wanted everyone to hear it, to solidify the charge that Baili Xian wanted to kill him, so that even if he killed him, he wouldn't be blamed.
"Grandpa is going to kill you. Prepare to die!" Baili Xian was further enraged by Yan Nange's insults, shouting wildly. His shout, unintentionally uttered with internal force, was heard by almost half of Black Dragon City.
"Everyone saw it, he insisted on killing me, so don't blame Yan Nange." Yan Nange shouted loudly, suddenly stopping.
At this moment, Baili Xian's fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, was aimed at Yan Nange's head, while his right kick was aimed at Yan Nange's groin—a truly ruthless attack. He saw Yan Nange suddenly stop speaking, and he laughed wildly, assuming Yan Nange had run out of strength to dodge.
Yan Nange's leisurely aura suddenly reached its peak, the immense power making everyone in the room feel breathless, including the three masters, Wan Renwang, Qian Shanxun, and Shi Yanshu.
Baili Xian also felt Yan Nange's power. Seeing the cold smile on Yan Nange's face, a sense of unease suddenly welled up inside him. He wanted to stop his attack, but it was too late.
Yan Nange's Dragon-Capturing Claw gripped his attacking fist, twisting it violently. A series of ear-piercing cracking sounds rang out, and Baili Xian screamed loudly as his entire left arm was crushed by Yan Nange.
At this moment, his right foot was still kicking towards Yan Nange, but Yan Nange had already released Baili Xian's left arm, which was only connected by skin and flesh. Incredibly, his body flew backward and then straight up into the air, delivering a kick aimed at Baili Xian's chest. Baili Xian's body flew straight out of the gate, landing in the center of the courtyard before finally settling down. His howl had stopped the moment Yan Nange kicked him.
Yan Nange stood with his hands behind his back, not even glancing outside.
"Friends, I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment. If you don't mind, I would like to host a banquet tonight to help you calm your nerves." Yan Nange smiled brightly, ignoring the bloodstain on his white robe. This was evidence he had deliberately left behind. Naturally,
everyone wanted to get to know a celebrity like Yan Nange, and they all readily agreed, vying to host the banquet. Because Yan Nange's performance had been so well-prepared, none of them thought he was ruthless; instead, they felt he was indeed as formidable as rumored. (

Chapter 299: A Rendezvous
, 10-21 10:19:28, 3403 words)

Originally, everyone looked down on Yan Nange for his injured appearance, but now they genuinely admired him. They thought Yan Nange was patient and a true master of disguise.
"Talented Lady Yuan, I have been extremely rude. Tomorrow, I will host a banquet to apologize. I also want to thank you for your concern," Yan Nange said with a smile to Yuan Ziyi, whose complexion had not yet returned to normal.
"Mm," Yuan Ziyi replied softly, a blush suddenly rising to her pale face, making her incredibly beautiful.
Because everyone was discussing who would host the evening, no one noticed the two of them. Of course, the three others did notice.
Wan Renwang, Qian Shanxun, and Shi Yanshu hadn't expected Yan Nange's skill to be so terrifying; it could only be described as unfathomable. Yan Nange's deliberate show of weakness and loud arrogance, even deliberately taking a blow and spitting blood before finally killing him with a single blow, led them to conclude that Yan Nange was unfathomable.
They valued someone as unfathomable as Yan Nange even more. If they could befriend him, they would try their best; if not, they would never provoke him, because he was far too dangerous—both in terms of reputation and strength.
However, they believed they could become friends with Yan Nange. Although Yan Nange's attacks were ruthless, he had already left room for Baili Xian; it was Baili Xian who insisted on courting death, showing that Yan Nange was a man of principle. Furthermore, their first impression of Yan Nange was very good.
Furthermore, even if they couldn't become true friends with him, they'd heard he liked beautiful women. If they could get him a stunningly beautiful woman, they could still become superficial friends and have business dealings with him later.
Anyone with a brain knew Yan Nange was a goldmine; only a self-righteous fool like Baili Xian would do such a thing, and end up losing his life.
Even now, no one in the living room had thought to check on Baili Xian's condition. No one would pity Baili Xian even in death; he was too stupid.
A patrol of soldiers rushed in—it was Sima Feiyun.
The entire Black Dragon City had heard Yan Nange's shouts, and half of Black Dragon City had heard Baili Xian's clamor. Sima Feiyun was nearby; how could he not hear them? He
hurriedly led his men over, chased away those who wanted to watch the commotion, and had the soldiers seal off the courtyard. He rushed in to see if Yan Nange was injured or…
Sima Feiyun was frantic with worry. Yan Nange is now the most precious thing in Black Dragon City. If someone were to kill him, the loss would be enormous. However, there are probably not many people capable of killing him, unless they use a trick to harm him. Thinking of tricks, he became even more worried. Yan Nange is still his elder brother's good friend. If something were to happen to him, his elder brother would blame him.
Sima Feiyun decided to send some people to protect Yan Nange, otherwise it would be too dangerous. If he were still alive.
From afar, he saw someone lying in the courtyard. His heart clenched. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't him. It was good that it wasn't him, he thought with secret joy.
The burly man, whose eyes were wide open and who died with his eyes wide open, had his right arm shattered, only the skin connecting it, just like Xiao Longfei's arm and leg. Sima Feiyun thought to himself that Yan Nange's method was terrifying enough.
Sima Feiyun didn't see any other wounds on the burly man, but based on his experience, he knew that this person had died from having his heart meridian severed.
Sima Feiyun recognized the deceased, as his family was quite famous. However, this wasn't a major problem, since almost everyone in Black Dragon City knew that Baili Xian had tried to kill Yan Nange; his death was pointless.
So many people inside were chatting and laughing merrily, yet not a single person came out to see him. Sima Feiyun sighed inwardly, thinking Baili Xian was a complete failure as a person.
Yan Nange was cunning enough, but it was better than him being dead. Sima Feiyun muttered to himself. He walked towards the group engrossed in their conversation, wanting to understand what had happened.
After bidding farewell to Yuan Ziyi, Yan Nange and the others enjoyed a hearty meal and drinks at the "Baizhenlou" restaurant near the inn, making many friends. Among them, the most compatible were Wanrenwang, Qianshanxun, and Shiyanshu. Before parting, the four agreed to go to "Furongju" for a big meal the next day.
Night had fallen, the moon was crescent, and the stars filled the sky.
By the time Yan Nange and Ouyang Lanye finished investigating the Black Dragon City gangs, it was already late at night. This was only possible because Yan Nange was with Lanye; otherwise, things would have been different.
Lanye could only survey the terrain and identify people. Yan Nange, however, used his divine sense to clearly perceive the strength of each gang member. Now, Yan Nange was very confident about the operation.
When he returned home, it was already late at night, and the brightly lit living room was empty.
Yan Nange quietly entered his room and found the lights on. His wives, dressed neatly, were sitting in the living room. Seeing him enter, they rushed towards him, their eyes filled with tears, which moved and touched Yan Nange deeply.
After bathing together in the hot springs and enjoying a passionate night with his wives, dawn broke. Yan Nange kissed his wives, tucked them in, and quietly left the room.
As his wives, their eyes brimming with tears, rushed into his arms, Yan Nange realized even more deeply how important he was to them, how deep their love for him was.
They weren't his everything, but he was their everything. Yan Nange vowed to give them happiness no matter what, to cherish and protect them for the rest of their lives.
He also remembered to inform them in advance if he wasn't coming home or was late, otherwise they would worry as much as they had the night before.
As he passed Jin Xingye's room, Jin Xingye and her maid, Feng'er, came out.
"Brother. You came home so late last night. Was something wrong? Xingye was so worried about you," Jin Xingye asked shyly, her eyes full of concern and tenderness. This was the first time she had called Yan Nange "brother." After doing so, she found she really liked the feeling, the feeling of being a sister and a wife.
"Brother is fine, Ye'er. You look so pale. So you've been worried about me. Go back inside and get some more sleep; it's still early." Yan Nange squeezed Jin Xingye's small hand; she didn't pull away, but it trembled slightly.
"Mmm. Ye'er will listen to her brother." Jin Xingye murmured sweetly, her pretty face flushed, captivating all who heard it.
Just as Jin Xingye and Feng'er closed the door, Yan Nange suddenly remembered something he had forgotten to mention.
"Oh, right, Ye'er, there's something else I forgot to tell you. Zuo Qingfei died yesterday morning at Hua Bi Lou. You don't need to worry about him anymore." After saying this, Yan Nange turned and walked downstairs.
Jin Xingye and Feng'er were stunned at first upon hearing Yan Nange's words, then cheered wildly, both as happy as children, jumping and rolling around on the bed.
Jin Xingye really wanted to hug and kiss Yan Nange, but when she opened the door, she saw that he was already gone. So she retreated back to the bed with Feng'er, happily chatting and laughing, and then drifted off to sleep. She had never had such a sweet and peaceful sleep before.

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