A Thousand Years of Elegance Discussed in Laughter (Complete) - Chapter 38

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Volume 43, Chapter 3:

"What?! His Majesty has decreed that you go to Tianshan to retrieve your mother's remains?!" In the Taiji Hall, Long Feiyun stared at Ren Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise and astonishment.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Seeing Long Feiyun, who was training "Flying Feathers" outside and hadn't had time to receive the decree in person, now reacting with such shock, Ren Xiaoyao was taken aback.
"Of course there is!" Long Feiyun stamped her foot, her red lips slightly parted, panting. Because of her hasty return, her fair skin was flushed, fine sweat sliding down her cheeks, like spring water and peach blossoms, adding to her radiance. A few strands of dark, fragrant hair fell from her temples, her languid and voluptuous charm flowing in her eyes, like a Persian cat reclining on a couch, exuding a captivating allure.
"What is it?" Ren Xiaoyao's appetite was whetted, and he smiled as he reached out to embrace her slender waist.
Long Feiyun slapped his hand away, scolding, "What time is it? You still have the mood to be naughty."
Ren Xiaoyao was even more astonished, staring at her with suspicion, and asked, puzzled, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Going to Tianshan to retrieve Mother's remains is such a confidential matter, how could you... even have the imperial decree... sigh!"
Ren Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses: "Confidential? This is a matter of filial piety, why is it confidential? His Majesty has bestowed upon my parents the honor of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, an unparalleled honor..."
Long Feiyun showed an expression of pity for his ignorance and annoyance, and said urgently, "Although the Absolute Killer is dead, the Asura Sect still holds sway in the Western Regions. The Ghost Netherworld Lord promised not to enter the Central Plains, but once you get to Tianshan... that's their territory. The Asura Sect no longer needs to worry about any oaths. With the Ghost Netherworld Lord's hatred for you, how could he allow you to easily retrieve the remains?"
"So you should keep the news secret, not let anyone know, and then go quietly, return quietly, and quietly transport the remains back to the Central Plains, right?"
"Of course, this is the safest approach!"
Ren Xiaoyao chuckled, suddenly standing up to embrace Long Feiyun. His outstretched hand, about to touch her breasts, abruptly pressed down, gripping her soft hand and pulling her into his arms. Caught off guard
, Long Feiyun let out a soft cry, her soft, fragrant body enveloped in his embrace. His slightly parted lips, carrying a strong masculine scent, pressed against hers.
When Long Feiyun came to her senses, their lips were already locked in a tight kiss. She was so overwhelmed by her lover's kiss that her whole body went weak. She tried desperately to push him away, but to no avail.
"You...you're making such a big fuss, you'll be...uh...you'll be...uh ahh..." Long Feiyun reacted passionately, panting heavily. Her delicate body couldn't withstand the stimulation and twisted like a water snake. She tried to push away a little to say a few words, but Ren Xiaoyao sealed her mouth again. She let out a series of soft moans, which sounded like a protest and a joy.
Only after being kissed until his whole body went limp did Ren Xiaoyao reluctantly leave her luscious red lips, laughing heartily, "Indeed, you can naturally see that the reason I was able to win that battle was because the Ghost Netherworld Lord was blinded by hatred and wanted to kill me. I seized the opportunity to counterattack with the Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin Force, thus winning. In fact, purely in terms of cultivation, I was still a notch below him. This time, His Majesty personally ordered me to go to Tianshan to retrieve the remains. In a few days, the news will reach the Ghost Netherworld Lord. Given his hatred for his parents, he will definitely ambush me on the way, wanting to get rid of me as soon as possible."
Long Feiyun's beautiful face flushed, her breath quickened, and her cloud-like hair was slightly damp with fragrant sweat. Her heart trembled: "Yes, if I make another move, you might not be able to... uh ah—"
Before she could finish speaking, Ren Xiaoyao's burning lips covered Long Feiyun's smooth neck, the hard, thin mustache on his lips making her tremble.
Long Feiyun felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow. Her slender waist swelled to one side, her whole body tensed, and she tilted her delicate neck to the side as she endured the pain, moaning and panting softly. Her entire body, with its fair skin and jade-like bones, convulsed and trembled violently.
After a long while, Ren Xiaoyao reluctantly tilted his head back and breathed a hot breath into her ear: "What do you think I did for the past half month while recuperating in the Taiji Hall? Just chatting with Qingqiu, just teaching Xiao Liuyong to compose poems and lyrics? No, no, no, I spent every day studying martial arts, pondering those exquisite moves I 'saw'... Hmph, I'm not bragging, but I have completely mastered the essence of Japanese ninjutsu and Central Plains martial arts. Even if I can't compare to Guiming Shenjun's 'Heavenly Calamity Fire' in terms of internal strength, I will definitely win in a battle of moves."
"That would only be a draw, what if..." Long Feiyun said halfway, but let out a delicate moan. It turned out that Ren Xiaoyao tightened his arms, his right palm pressing on her plump buttocks, pinching her slightly through her lower garment; his left hand slid along her shoulder blade into her right armpit, the movements full of intense desire and provocation.
Long Feiyun was extremely embarrassed, resisting with her hands while feigning reluctance. She was a heroine with superb martial arts skills, but how could she resist Ren Xiaoyao's forcefulness? In no time, his large hands reached inside her silk robe from her collar, wantonly fondling her tender, fragrant skin. Instantly, her whole body went limp, and she curled up in his arms, experiencing the invasion of her lover with a mixture of shame and joy, and murmured, "No, Xiaoyao... I made an appointment with Hanbi to go to..."
Ren Xiaoyao's hands were warm and fragrant, and he couldn't bear to cherish her. He had no time to care about what she had made an appointment with Su Hanbi. He rubbed her face against his cheek and laughed, "When I go to Tianshan, my master and third uncle insist on going with me; you will naturally come too, so Senior Meng and Senior Yi will also come; in addition, my master's wife and senior sister also want to visit the village where they lived back then. How could I not go with them? So what are we afraid of, Ghost Netherworld God or Asura Sect?"
“No wonder, you’ve arranged everything behind my back.” Long Feiyun glanced at him tenderly, then said meaningfully, “The sisters are all going, so Qingqiu will be there too, and you, you lecherous devil…” She chuckled, then playfully scratched his face with her fingers, implying he should feel ashamed.
Ren Xiaoyao felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Compared to the naturally charming wives of the other women, the naturally lovely and spirited Long Feiyun’s submission to him only fueled his desire for wanton “flirtation.” But instead of kissing her pink lips, he would rub his nose against her neck, lick the base of her neck with his tongue, and, with moist saliva, loosen her collar, gently nibbling at the ties of her undergarment. Long
Feiyun's cheeks flushed, her full breasts heaved, and her captivating eyes were half-closed, watery and dreamy, exuding infinite allure.
Ren Xiaoyao, having finished nibbling her neck, then kissed her lips, inadvertently transferring her fragrant sweat into her mouth. Long Feiyun then discovered that her sweat had a refreshing quality, even the faintest saltiness tasted pleasant and smooth. No wonder Ren Xiaoyao always kissed every inch of her body during their lovemaking.
Ren Xiaoyao's lips brushed against Long Feiyun's earlobe, and he chuckled, "The *Su Nu Jing* only mentions thirty techniques, but in reality, the love between men and women is far more than just cicadas crouching and fish kissing, tigers roaming and monkeys crouching, rabbits flitting and dragonflies slithering. Yesterday, Hanbi used the cat's gentle touch to keep me company all night. Feiyun, you've read countless books, how could you not know this? How about I repay you with the dog's seduction technique?" He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her off the ground, slowly bringing her to the bedside.
Long Feiyun's delicate body pressed against the carved bedposts, her embroidered boots barely touching the ground, unable to exert any real strength. Her legs were slowly forced apart. Ren Xiaoyao couldn't bear to leave her round, beautiful buttocks. His demonic hand explored down the deep, tight crevice, touching a wet, sticky, taut, silky fabric. The beautiful breasts covered by it protruded like a ripe peach; even through the fabric, his palm could feel their fullness, round and plump, in no way inferior to her buttocks.
The candlelight flickered red, and the two lovers, whispering sweet nothings, entangled together. Long Feiyun, her hair disheveled, lay on top of Ren Xiaoyao... Her full, jade-like breasts gently pressed against his chest, her half-open, beautiful eyes brimming with tears. Her face, a mixture of pain and lingering pleasure, was filled with a hazy, lustful allure. Her cheeks were flushed, two unnatural blushes appearing on her skin, even her snow-white neck was flushed like clouds, like snow-covered cherry blossoms.
Ren Xiaoyao was completely intoxicated. He secretly moved his hand along the graceful curve of her fragrant shoulder to her round, pert buttocks, the smooth, creamy skin beneath his touch.
Long Feiyun's starry eyes were half-open, her cheeks flushed with shyness and the afterglow of intense intercourse. She said to Ren Xiaoyao in a sweet voice, "Even like this, you still want to torment me?"
Before she finished speaking, a crisp "smack" sounded on her buttocks, eliciting a soft moan of coquettishness from her.
"I told you to use the Dog-Taming Technique to serve me, and you tried to leave without doing it? You deserve a beating!" Ren Xiaoyao pulled away, pinning Long Feiyun beneath him, kissing her pink back. With his other hand, he pulled a small box from under the pillow and handed it to her.
Long Feiyun opened it and saw fragrant, milky-white almond oil inside. Her cheeks flushed, and she gave him a shy, sidelong glance.
Ren Xiaoyao smiled faintly, lifting Long Feiyun's slightly upturned, plump buttocks, revealing two perfect mounds. Her smooth skin was as translucent and delicate as jade, full of alluring elasticity.
As his gaze moved, a soft, moonlit glow flowed across Long Feiyun's skin, tracing a smooth, rounded arc along the edge of her buttocks. The two plump, full buttocks, the smooth cleft of her buttocks as tender as a moon's reflection, seemed almost dripping with moisture.
Ren Xiaoyao swallowed hard, picked up a smear of almond oil with his finger, and gently applied it. A faint, alluring fragrance slowly rose, sweet and warm, spreading and melting in the air.
Long Feiyun felt a sudden surge of pleasure, completely surrendering to him. A seductive moan escaped her lips, and when she turned her head, she was panting heavily, her eyes half-closed, looking completely submissive. She whispered, "Xiaoyao, you...you must be gentle...be a little softer..." Their bodies
and souls intertwined...
A night of listening to spring rain in a small building, admiring chrysanthemums in a deep alley.
Ren Xiaoyao was lost in ecstasy, bliss, and intoxication in the paradise beneath him...

Volume 43, Chapter 4: The

boundless silence enveloped the grasslands at dusk.
Wildflowers bloomed, the grass was lush and green, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth.
Herds of cattle and sheep roamed the natural pastures, their lives a paradise.
This is a fertile plain in the Junggar Basin south of the Tianshan Mountains, located thirty miles from the Syr Darya River, nestled against rolling hills. Low-lying and with abundant water, it is a vast natural pasture.
As the sun dips below the horizon, dappled, multicolored rays paint half the sky like a luminous brocade, the afterglow spreading across the vast expanse.
The grassland is draped in a pale red veil, resembling a beautiful embroidered scroll.
To the southwest lies a small village, with a dozen or so wooden houses scattered haphazardly, smoke rising from chimneys, full of the warmth of daily life.
This is the village where, twenty-three years ago, Meng Fei, with the infant Ren Xiaoyao, fled the Asura Cult's pursuit. It was here that he met his lifelong partner, Li Xuexing (Madam Xiao), and gained his mischievous and wicked daughter, Meng Ruyan.
Unbeknownst to anyone, beneath the tranquil twilight, danger lurks beneath the surface.
"Neigh—" A horse's neigh echoed through the sky.
From the undulating hills, a rider emerged like a ghost. The man on horseback was tall and rugged, with a steel band around his forehead, long, dark hair flowing over his shoulders, and large, piercing eyes like copper bells. His clothes were entirely made of animal hide, and he carried a gleaming saber, clearly a ruthless bandit who burned, killed, and plundered without restraint.
The poor villagers were completely unaware of the impending catastrophe. The old folks sat in their courtyards watching their grandchildren play, while the women busied themselves around the stove, preparing dinner for their families who had worked all day…
On the mountain ridge, the bandit's gaze turned cold, and he spurred his horse away, quickly disappearing behind the ridge.
Before long, another burly man in nomadic attire appeared like a ghost on the mountain ridge, a sharp scimitar in his hand. With a heavy swing, a troop of cavalry emerged like shadows behind him, all wielding scimitars.
The setting sun, like blood, reflected the curved blades, making them glow a fiery crimson, gleaming with a chilling, terrifying light.
"Look! Bandits—ah!!!"
A sharp-eyed young man from the village entrance spotted the cavalry on the ridge.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow whistled through the air, piercing his throat with a cold, agonizing scream as he collapsed to the ground.
"Bandits! Bandits
are attacking—" The villagers finally snapped out of their daze. Someone shouted, and the entire village erupted in chaos as panicked people scrambled to escape.
"Kill everyone! Loot all the cattle, sheep, and horses!" (Tibetan language)
The shouts echoed through the mountains. A burly man in Tibetan clothing swung his scimitar forward, spurring his horse down the mountain ridge. Countless cavalrymen surged forth from behind the ridge, sweeping across the hillsides towards the village.
Everything happened so suddenly. By the time the villagers reacted, the raging tide of bandits had already reached the village's rudimentary fence.
"Crack—"
"Boom!"
"Whoosh—"
With a series of neighing sounds, entire sections of the fence collapsed. The bandits scattered, raising their gleaming blades and slaughtering the unarmed civilians.
"Swish—" A powerful arrow whistled through the air, piercing an old woman thirty paces away.
"Whoosh—" A spiked club struck her skull, instantly splattering her brains and sending blood and flesh flying.
Countless civilians fell in pools of blood, wailing in agony, but the bandits' slaughter did not cease.
"Grandpa!" A four- or five-year-old boy ran out of a house, crying and rushing to an old man's side, desperately shaking his mangled head, trying to wake him—just moments before, the old man had hidden his grandson in a haystack when Nang Rilun rode in and severed his spine with a single blow.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, wake up!"
The boy's cries attracted the attention of another bandit.
"Swoosh!" A flash of blood swept past, spurting from the boy's neck, his frail body collapsing limply into the old man's arms.
"You beast, I'll fight you to the death!!!"
A burly man picked up a pitchfork, knocking over a bandit's mount, and was about to finish him off with another pitchfork when a whistling iron rod swept from behind, snapping his leg bone with a "crack."
The burly man screamed and fell to the ground. His massive body was trampled by the galloping warhorse, the sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing echoing through the air. His bright eyes dimmed instantly.
"Help! No—"
A beautiful young woman rushed out of the house, her clothes nearly torn off, crying and running away.
"No, no—"
Another beautiful woman ran out of the house, running frantically, her face filled with despair.
"Hahaha!"
A burly Hu man, bare-chested and lewd, chased after her from the house. He caught up with the woman in two strides, spun her around, hoisted her onto his shoulder, slapped her round, plump buttocks, and, ignoring her cries and screams, carried her trembling body back into the house.
"Stop right there!" A sharp, sweet voice rang out from the village entrance, clear and melodious yet cold and arrogant, sending a chill down one's spine as if infected by the displeasure and mockery in the words.
The bandits turned around and saw a graceful, charming young woman in red. She wore a thin silk blouse and skirt, crimson embroidered with gold in pomegranate color, and carried a small, delicate curved dagger, even the scabbard of which was dyed bright red. Although bright gold and red would normally be considered gaudy, on her, they had an ethereal quality.
The young woman was dressed in martial arts attire: narrow, form-fitting red silk sleeves, red wristbands, and a waistband styled exactly like a man's, cinched with a gold-embroidered belt that accentuated her slender waist and full breasts. She wore red-topped phoenix-head boots, her beauty tinged with a touch of heroic spirit, making her exceptionally alluring.
She was slightly taller than the average woman, but her shins were unusually long, the proportions of her legs and boots creating a striking and beautiful silhouette. Her appearance was naturally stunning, with long, curved eyelashes and bright features, but compared to her exceptionally long and slender legs, even her striking beauty paled in comparison. At this moment, her brows held a murderous glint, her lips curled into a cold smile, and her long, curved eyelashes and clear, almond-shaped eyes exuded an air of arrogance.
Initially intimidated by the girl's rebuke, the bandits, upon seeing a beautiful Han Chinese girl—far more attractive than the rough, uncultured women of the village—laughed lewdly, their eyes gleaming with lust. Many stared, their groins bulging, drool practically dripping from their mouths.
Several bandit leaders, their eyes glued to her, mumbled a string of words in Tibetan, before finally speaking fluent Mandarin.
"Boss, what did this little bastard say?"
"She told us to stop."
"Stop? Stop what?"
"Stop fucking her, hahaha!" The bandits erupted in laughter.
The young girl placed her delicate hand on the knife, smiled coldly, and said arrogantly, "Say that again if you dare, and I'll skin you alive, tear you apart, and rip you from my body."
One of the leaders laughed loudly, shouting, "What's wrong? This little pump girl has quite the nerve. Hmph, let me tell you, what we old men like most are Han girls, especially fresh and beautiful ones like you. If we don't fuck you for seven days and seven nights, fuck you until your hole is loose and your anus is prolapsed and you're oozing shit, until you're a complete rotten bitch, then it's a waste."
"Brother, look, her breasts are so big!
If you strip her clothes off, they'll be round and firm." "Hahaha, if an ordinary woman's vagina is eight-tenths full of milk, her two breasts must be filled with thick, smooth milk, firm and bouncy."
"Let me suck it up later, see if I can get any cheese out... Hahaha."
The thieves laughed unrestrainedly, most of them switching to Chinese, though mostly broken and with strange accents, their lewd faces were truly terrifying.
If it were an ordinary girl, she would have been trembling with fear by now, but the girl glanced at the thieves coldly, a hint of surprise in her eyes: "I thought only the Khitans were hateful and deserving of death, but I didn't expect you Tibetan dogs to be no better. It seems today is really going to be a massacre!"
"A massacre? Hahaha, has this little girl lost her mind?"
"I think so, otherwise why would she have two patches on her fine brocade clothes?"
"Exactly, only a beggar woman dresses like that."
The girl smiled arrogantly: "That's right, I am a beggar woman, and today I will send you all to meet the King of Hell." The willow-browed curved knife in her fair wrist trembled slightly, a faint blue moonlight shimmering on the frosty blade.
A burly knight with a full beard chuckled sinisterly, “Hmph, I’ve seen plenty of stubborn girls like you who talk big. Last time in Lanzhou, there was a pretty young woman with the same ambition, yelling that she wanted to kill me, but in the end, I still managed to fuck her until she was completely submissive… Hehe, at first, no matter what I did, she wouldn’t moan, which frustrated me. Do you know what I did?”
As he spoke, the knight grabbed a pretty woman beside him, ripped open her clothes with a “rip,” and shamelessly groped her full breasts. His yellowed teeth flashed as he sneered, “I’ll pull out her ribs. I’ll snap them here… make a hole… the girl’s skin is so thin and tender, it’ll just pierce through in a flash… then I’ll pinch the bone at the base and pull it out—with a ‘snap,’ it’ll be out. I don’t need to worry about that little bastard not moaning.”
"Brother, don't scare her. Those breasts of that little pump girl are born to be fucked, they'd be great for clamping dicks. Don't let her virtuous act fool you, those horny breasts alone give her away! How do you want us to play with you? Tell me!"
The girl drew her sword and thrust it back into its sheath with a clang, her crimson skirt fluttering in the wind. "Just for those words, I wouldn't mind killing you ten times over!"
The bandits lewdly laughed, ignoring the girl's warning. A man who looked like their leader sneered, "You bunch of idiots..." "You ignorant pigs, what do you know, women? This little girl's legs are the most exquisite treasure of her body—long, beautiful, and perfectly proportioned. You might not find one like her in a thousand… no, ten thousand beauties. What have you all been doing with these Han girls? Useless! You've wasted your time with them!"
The girl was already irritable, and hearing these bandits talk about her body like this only fueled her anger. She twisted her slender waist, lightly raised and stomped her beautiful right leg, and her pretty face darkened: "You… you're asking for death!"
"Heh heh, you're asking for it!"
Before the words were even out of her mouth, the sneak attack had already begun!
The three riders beside the leader—who had shouted the loudest and were the most unrestrained, and also the three best warriors in the bandits beside him—raised their weapons high above their heads and charged at the girl with shouts. Each of them was as strong as an ox, their arm muscles bulging and bulging, looking incredibly ferocious and terrifying.
A cold smile played on the girl's lips, revealing not only her usual disdain and contempt but also a hint of intense hatred. A burning killing intent ignited in her eyes. "Clang!" Her brow blade flashed forward, its cold, moon-like edge meeting the attack head-on.
In a split second, the girl was gone, replaced by a cacophony of metallic clang. Even the village chief, who knew nothing of martial arts, only saw a red blur and heard shouts. The sharp wind stung his face, but he couldn't make out the human form or the weapon's true form.
Suddenly, a resounding "clang!" erupted, and countless azure lights burst forth from the battle, exploding with a deafening roar! The dazzling azure light seemed like scattered moonlight, blinding everyone and creating the unanimous illusion that "night had turned into night, and the moon had exploded overhead."
With great difficulty, he opened his blurry, tear-filled eyes and saw his two brothers, stabbed in the throat, fall from their horses, lifeless. His sworn brother, Bu Nie Sai, still stubbornly clinging to life, brandishing his iron mace. The young girl, with a slight flick of her slender hand, deftly severed his left wrist with a swift, almost imperceptible twist of
her curved blade. Her waist swayed, her long legs gracefully moving, her posture as beautiful as Chang'e, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, yet the smooth, long curves of her chest, waist, and legs possessed an indescribable allure. Bu Nie Sai screamed and retreated, blood gushing forth. The girl blocked with her blade, drops of blood splashing onto the blade, hissing as wisps of red mist rose, like rouge in water, indescribably beautiful and eerily alluring.
The bandits were completely dumbfounded—who could have imagined that this delicate, beautiful young woman possessed such superb martial arts skills, and such ruthless attacks!
The bandit leader stared in disbelief, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. His facial muscles stiffened, and he stammered, "You...you...you...who exactly are you?!"
"Meng Ruyan, the leader of the Beggars' Sect!" (

Chapter 5, Volume 43: The Actions of the Government Army!)

Upon hearing this, the bandits were all horrified, as if they had heard something utterly terrifying.
This was extremely strange and incomprehensible.
The Tubo Kingdom rose to power four hundred years ago. At its peak, its territory stretched from the Pamir Mountains in the west to the Longshan Mountains and the western edge of the Sichuan Basin in the east, from the Tianshan Mountains and Juyan Lake in the north to the southern foothills of the Himalayas in the south. About a hundred years ago, turmoil erupted within the kingdom, giving rise to four separatist regimes: the Lhasa royal lineage, the Ali royal lineage, the Yaze royal lineage, and the Yarlung Jue'a royal lineage. These regimes fought and clashed, only pacifying the country a little over ten years ago, but the kingdom's power had greatly diminished.
The current ruler, Chizu Dezan, ascended the throne ten years ago. Although he was ambitious and eager to conquer the Song Dynasty and occupy the Central Plains, his country was small and weak, and his military strength was weak. He could only close his borders to protect himself and wait for an opportunity. Therefore, although the Beggars' Sect had a great reputation, few people in Tibet knew about it except for the disciples of the Maitreya sect, let alone Meng Ruyan, who had only been in the sect for a few days.
Why did these bandits know her? Why were they so terrified at the mere mention of her name?
The answer is probably unknown, because the fiery, impulsive, and reckless Meng Ruyan, wielding the "Inviting the Moon Blade" given to her by Qin Huaiqing when she went to Coconut Island to fetch her mother, couldn't wait to begin her punishment!
The name "Meng Ruyan" instilled a profound fear in the bandits.
Completely devoid of fighting spirit and convinced of their impending doom, they were like helpless livestock, slaughtered at Meng Ruyan's beck and call. Wherever the Inviting the Moon Blade went, brilliant sprays of blood erupted, and the only sounds echoed across the land: agonizing cries, piercing howls, and the mournful neighing of warhorses.
The hilltop churned; these men, who had once dominated the frontier and the Northwest, were utterly no match for Meng Ruyan's swift and sharp swordsmanship. The dull thuds of impact and the shrill screams of agony blended together.
It was like chopping melons and vegetables—the scene could only be described as swift and brutal.
—Meng Ruyan's "Nine Nether Moonlit Slash" was created by Qin Huaiyu during her seclusion on Coconut Island. It incorporated the essence of Qin Huaiyu's lifelong martial arts skills, and was further improved by Qi Wendong, Shu Zhenpeng, and Hua Tianzhao. Its power was truly no less than any other martial art in the world. Previously, Ren Xiaoyao had plotted to exterminate his enemies, anticipating that the martial world would be greatly stabilized within a month. Therefore, Meng Ruyan went to Coconut Island to bring her mother back, planning to choose an auspicious day to marry Xiong Xiaotian once things were settled.
Upon returning to Coconut Island, she informed Qin Huaiqing, Qi Wendong, and others of everything that had happened in the martial world. The four sages were all gratified to hear that Ren Xiaoyao had indeed become the 'Saint of Heroes, Supreme Ruler of the Martial World.' Meng Ruyan then pestered her most doting "Aunt Qin" to teach her martial arts, otherwise, if she lost too much to her junior brother, how could she "bully" him in the future?
Qin Huaiqing painstakingly developed the "Nine Nether Moonlit Slash" specifically for his beloved daughter, who was half disciple and half granddaughter. He wanted her to use it in conjunction with the Flying Immortal Transformation and the Carefree Limitless Palm techniques, which would significantly elevate her martial arts. Naturally, he imparted all his knowledge without reservation, even gifting her a "Moon-Inviting Blade," a treasure he had kept for many years.
This blade could cut hair in an instant and slice through iron like mud; like the "Qilin Fang," it was once a prized possession of the Khitan royal family. Dealing with mere bandits would be a piece of cake.
Those who had killed indiscriminately and committed countless atrocities probably never dreamed that one day they themselves would be completely powerless to resist, like the innocent civilians they had slaughtered, becoming victims of others' blades.
Seeing the situation was dire, the leader turned his horse to flee, but Meng Ruyan lightly touched the ground with her slender feet, her red skirt fluttering, like a fairy from the moon palace descending to earth, suddenly blocking his path.
"Trying to escape? Hmph!" Meng Ruyan brandished her blade, the crescent-shaped snow-white edge gleaming with a yellowish sheen. "I told you, I'd skin you alive, tear you apart, and rip you from my body."
The leader's body trembled, his lips twitching violently. Suddenly, he went berserk, roaring, "I... I'll fight you to the death!" With a roar, he spurred his horse and charged towards Meng Ruyan, his curved blade flashing with a cold, eerie light as it swept down like a whirlwind.
Meng Ruyan frowned coldly. Facing the sharp, piercing, and terrifying howling wind, she neither dodged nor evaded, but simply met his attack head-on with a straightforward, unadorned strike.
"Leave him alive!" A long howl sounded behind her.
Meng Ruyan was already on the verge of defeat and couldn't control her strength. In her haste, she could only twist her wrist, using the back of her blade to meet the attack.
"Clang!" The clear, metallic clang echoed across the field.
The leader felt as if struck by lightning; his tall, burly body trembled violently, his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face turned blood red, his tiger's mouth burst open, and the iron mace flew from his hand. He himself was thrown into the air like a puppet completely out of his control, his bones breaking with every crack, his life force extinguished.
"Sigh, I told you to leave him alive." This time, the voice came from behind, only a moment later, yet the distance had closed by tens, even hundreds of feet.
No need to ask, it was Ren Xiaoyao.
"I didn't want to leave him alive! He was a useless piece of trash; instead of being struck dead, he was killed by the shockwave." Meng Ruyan pouted, still furious, glaring at Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao sighed softly and said with a wry smile, "You've learned a bit of the Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin Force, but it might not be effective for rebounding. It's more about deflecting his force..."
Meng Ruyan blushed and scolded, "Hmph, those beasts are useless in this world—look how badly they've harmed the people here!" She quickly ran forward, helped up an old woman who had collapsed to the ground, and said softly, "Old woman, are you alright?" She had been away for many years, but still remembered much of the Tibetan language.
The old woman was too frightened to speak, but Meng Ruyan was unusually patient, gently comforting her.
*Sigh*, after all, this is the place where my senior sister was born.
Ren Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.
On September 22nd, he was conferred the title of King of Wuling, and then began the task of bringing back the remains. During this time, he was delayed for more than a month due to Xiong Xiaotian and Meng Ruyan's wedding and the training of "Flying Feathers," plus sightseeing along the way, so their journey wasn't very fast. They arrived near the Tianshan Mountains in early spring of the following year.
Meng Ruyan, always impatient, couldn't contain her excitement as she neared her childhood home. She left the main group and rode ahead alone.
Ren Xiaoyao, who was joking with Xuan Qingqiu at the time, waited until Meng Ruyan was far away. Being cautious, he feared something might go wrong and quickly spurred his horse to catch up. He soon saw Meng Ruyan confronting the bandits.
Being clever, he noticed the bandits mostly understood Chinese and were terrified when Meng Ruyan revealed her identity. He knew something was amiss and initially intended to keep them alive for questioning, but Meng Ruyan instead killed them with a single stroke.
Soon, the others arrived. Seeing the bandits' evil deeds and indiscriminate killing, they were all filled with indignation and helped the villagers clean up the scene and dispose of the bodies. One or two women among the villagers remembered Li Xuexing—of course, they didn't remember the mischievous Meng Ruyan either—and there was no shortage of sighs and lamentations.
Ren Xiaoyao stood at the village entrance, staring at the haphazardly piled corpses, his brows furrowed.
His intuition told him something was wrong, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the problem. "
If only my senior sister hadn't killed that leader.
" "What are you thinking about?" Long Feiyun walked up behind him, her breath sweet and gentle.
"Don't you think these bandits are a bit strange?"
"Bandits?" Long Feiyun raised an eyebrow, smiling at him.
"Yes, they speak Mandarin, and they know about my senior sister and the Beggars' Sect. Ordinary bandits..."
"They're not bandits, they're government troops, Tibetan government troops, and cavalry at that." Long Feiyun's words were a bombshell.
"What!?" Ren Xiaoyao was stunned.
Government troops, why were government troops robbing civilians!?
“Look…” Long Feiyun used her sword to lift the leader’s hand, and said in a deep voice, “The calluses on his left hand are from years of gripping the reins, and the scars on the back of his hand must be from the battlefield. Look at his legs, they’re slightly bent inwards, which must be from years of riding. Also, there are hard calluses on the heels of both feet, which are from years of friction from spurs. Therefore, I’m certain he’s a cavalryman.”
Ren Xiaoyao chuckled, his mood improving slightly, and said, “Bandits, aren’t they just like cavalrymen? They’re born and raised on horseback, so what’s wrong with calluses? They rob and plunder, and there’s no shortage of fighting and killing. It would be strange if they didn’t have scars.”
Long Feiyun suddenly turned around and smiled slightly: “You’ve traveled the world and have a wide range of experience. Have you ever seen bandits with the same uniform and equipment as the imperial army?”
Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao was stunned.
Long Feiyun grabbed one of the warhorse's hind hooves and pointed at it, saying, "Look, this kind of horseshoe is the special equipment of the Chisonghu Division, one of the two main cavalry forces of Tibet. The two characters 'Yi Tai' engraved in the center are the reign title of Chizu Dezan, a capable ruler in Tibetan history. It is very easy to recognize."
“Exclusively for…that means…” Ren Xiaoyao was still reeling from the shock.
“According to Tibetan law, anyone who manufactures or uses this type of shoe is guilty of treason and will be punished according to the law of high treason.”
“Could it be…could you be mistaken?” Ren Xiaoyao still found it hard to believe; why would the perfectly good imperial army target ordinary people?
“Each army in Tibet uses different guard horseshoes. I have conducted a thorough investigation into this; it’s impossible for me to be wrong.”
“Then…is it possible they’ve been scattered among the people?”
“The Chishong Tiger Army is the army guarding the Tibetan royal court. They are extremely disciplined. Even if they were to leave, it would only be one or two horses; it’s impossible for them to be used by an entire bandit gang.” Long Feiyun glanced at him with a smile, appearing confident. It seemed she had already thoroughly inspected all the warhorses. “Besides, horseshoes are not durable goods and need to be replaced frequently. If they were used by bandits who are constantly on the move and plundering year-round, things might not go as planned…”
Ren Xiaoyao’s breathing became heavy, and he interrupted, “You mean these bandits are the Chishong Tiger Army!?”
Long Feiyun stared at him without blinking and slowly nodded, “The horseshoes used by the Chishong Tiger Army were specially made for them by the imperial workshops in Lhasa. The technology for making the horseshoe molds is a closely guarded secret, and making such items without authorization is a heinous crime in Tibet, punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one’s family. It’s highly unlikely that they would be imitated by the common people.”
Ren Xiaoyao felt a chill run down his spine, vaguely sensing that a grand conspiracy was being planned.
At this moment, Lin Yuxiu came running lightly from afar. Her petite figure, coupled with her emerald green dress, made her appear like a lark fluttering in the breeze, a sight to behold. However, she seemed a little distracted, not looking ahead, and nearly bumped into Ren Xiaoyao.
"What's wrong, Xiuxiu?" Ren Xiaoyao caught her, seeing the little beauty's red eyes, brimming with tears, a pitiful sight, and felt both heartache and astonishment.
"Big brother, just now… just now Xiuxiu asked…" Lin Yuxiu raised her tear-stained face, panting, "For the past half month, this area… no, the entire pastoral region has been plagued by bandits. They burn, kill, rob, and commit all sorts of atrocities. Wherever they go, they slaughter the people, stealing all the cattle, sheep, horses, and grain…"
Ren Xiaoyao and Long Feiyun exchanged a glance, their shock deepening.

Volume 43, Chapter 6: Nationwide War Approaching

"Big brother, let's put aside the matter of Mother's remains for now. Let's help the villagers get rid of the bandits first, okay?"
"They're so pitiful! Out of over a hundred people in the village, less than twenty are left. These bandits are truly despicable."
"Please, Xiuxiu begs you."
Lin Yuxiu tugged at Ren Xiaoyao's robe, shaking him incessantly, tears welling in her eyes, on the verge of crying again.
Ren Xiaoyao felt an overwhelming surge of affection, gently stroking her flowing, cloud-like hair, and softly said, "Don't worry, Xiuxiu, big brother won't stand idly by. Later..."
"Xiuxiu, why don't you go back and stay with Qingqiu?" Long Feiyun unexpectedly interrupted him, glancing at Ren Xiaoyao, "Xiaoyao and I will discuss for a while how to deal with them."
"Okay." Lin Yuxiu, who always respected her, immediately stopped crying and smiled, agreeing happily as she ran off.
After Lin Yuxiu had walked away, Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, "Why? Why didn't you let me finish
what I was saying?" "'I'll devise a plan to wipe out all the bandits who are running rampant in the pastoral area,' that's what you were planning, wasn't it?" Long Feiyun smiled charmingly, her captivating eyes sparkling.
"Of course."
"Sigh, I knew it. Your brain just goes blank when it comes to women." Long Feiyun sighed softly, giving him a slightly reproachful look, and whispered, "You need to understand, this isn't the Central Plains. In our own land, we can kill as many villains as we want, but..." "What
a joke, I'm afraid of violating Tibetan laws."
"This matter has nothing to do with the law." Long Feiyun brushed a few strands of hair that were slightly disheveled by the wind, and the fragrance of her hair wafted into Ren Xiaoyao's nose. "As the Prince of Wuling of the Great Song Dynasty, it's already a bit unreasonable to enter Tibetan territory without permission. If you were to gather a crowd and ambush Chisong Hushi's troops, the consequences... you know without me having to tell you."
Ren Xiaoyao was completely captivated by the fragrance when he heard this, and after a while, he awkwardly replied, "But... they are bandits now."
“So what if they’re bandits? If needed, they can turn back into the Chisong Tiger Army at any time, and accuse you of provoking Tibet.” Long Feiyun’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, revealing a bitter expression of “it’s rare that we’re also caught in their trap.” This rare expression on her pretty face made her all the more captivating.
“I can’t just stand by and watch them commit evil deeds and harm the people.”
Long Feiyun pondered, “According to Xiuxiu, bandits often ravage the entire pastoral area, so the Chisong Tiger Army must have mobilized far more than just a few dozen or a few hundred men. Perhaps it’s close to a thousand, or even more.” Ren Xiaoyao’s
expression turned cold, and he said arrogantly, “Give me time, and I’m confident I can kill them all, leaving no survivors.”
“You can kill the ‘bandits,’ but what about the villagers?”
Ren Xiaoyao’s body trembled, speechless at his question.
Regardless of the reason why Chisong Hushi was burning, killing, and looting in the pastoral areas, once his entire force was wiped out, Tibet would definitely investigate thoroughly. At that point, a simple questioning of the villagers would surely reveal his involvement.
—A luxurious caravan, magnificent steeds, and carriages filled with naturally beautiful women—who else could it be but them?
How would they explain accusing him of "unauthorized entry into another country to gather intelligence and wantonly slaughtering Tibetan troops"?
Saying they knew nothing, or that they thought they were all bandits—who would believe that!
He took a deep breath, but could not suppress the anger in his heart, and said fiercely, "Am I supposed to sit idly by and let innocent people suffer?"
Long Feiyun showed a thoughtful expression, and said with a composed face, "We can think about that later. What we should consider now is why Chisong Hushi disguised himself as a bandit and plundered villages and committed all sorts of evil deeds in the pastoral areas."
Ren Xiaoyao's mind raced, and he immediately understood her meaning. He nodded in agreement and replied, "Yes, although Tibet reveres Buddhism, the current king, Chizu Dezan, has always adhered to the policy of using the people to support the army. Therefore, although the lives of the Tibetan people are not as good as those in the Song Dynasty, the treatment of soldiers is much better. Especially for elite troops like Chisong Hushi, their salaries are no worse than those of other troops of our religion except for the Longxiang and Huyi armies."
"Since they have no worries about food and clothing, then their actions must be more than just personal. I'm thinking..." Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes lit up as she continued Ren Xiaoyao's train of thought, "I'm thinking it must be the Tibetan Kingdom's plan..."
Ren Xiaoyao suddenly realized something and blurted out, "I understand! This must be a trap set by the Ghostly Lord. He's calculated our chivalrous hearts, our inability to bear seeing the people suffer, so he's joined forces with the Tibetan Kingdom, deliberately sending Master Chisong Hu to commit evil deeds here. Once we can't stand it anymore and act chivalrously to eliminate these so-called 'bandits,' he'll use the combined power of the Asura Sect and the Tibetan army to annihilate us in one fell swoop!"
"Ah, no, that's not right." "Just as Long Feiyun was about to reply, Ren Xiaoyao overturned his own conclusion. "I am the Prince of Wuling of the Great Song Dynasty. Even if I were to kill Tibetan soldiers without authorization, the matter should be handled through consultation between the two countries. Chizu Dezan is a shrewd and ambitious man with deep foresight. How could he be so foolish as to kill me within his own borders? In that case, Tibet would be the one in the wrong. Furthermore, with my martial arts skills, if I truly wanted to eliminate him quickly, the only way would be to gather a large number of experts and annihilate him. Bringing in a large army for no reason would only add to the chaos and make it easier for me to escape."
He appeared deep in thought, pacing slowly with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, seemingly calculating something.
Long Feiyun's bright eyes followed his figure, a slight smile playing on her crimson lips.
When she first met Ren Xiaoyao, she was in a male capacity, and the two enjoyed their battles of wits and strength. But now that she was Ren Xiaoyao's woman, she knew that sometimes she had to conceal her abilities. No man would favor a woman who was more intelligent than him—no, to be precise, even if they were equals, it wouldn't work.
She had to appear slightly inferior to Ren Xiaoyao to firmly hold onto his heart.
In truth, purely in terms of intelligence, she and Ren Xiaoyao were indeed evenly matched. This was evident in their joint strategies during their trip to Japan when facing various ninja masters pursuing Prince Weiguang and his party, and in their efforts to quell the unrest in the Jiangnan martial arts world after returning to the Central Plains, when Ren Xiaoyao was heartbroken over Xuan Qingqiu.
Of course, they didn't always think alike.
Born into a noble family, she was instilled with the ideals of loyalty to the emperor and the country from a young age by Long Yin Xiao. Therefore, when making decisions, her first consideration was always the interests of the Song Dynasty, followed by the Tianji Sect, and then other matters. Ren Xiaoyao, on the other hand, was a chivalrous figure among the common people, deeply aware of their suffering, and always put the people first in everything he did.
Both were exceptionally intelligent and meticulous. While their approaches and starting points differed in most problems, the interests of the nation and human lives were inextricably linked, leading them to often reach the same conclusion. However, this time in Tibet, Ren Xiaoyao was concerned for the suffering Tibetan people, while Long Feiyun was preoccupied with the Song Dynasty's diplomatic relations and stance, resulting in an unprecedented disagreement.
Long Feiyun believed that the Tibetan army's abduction of Tibetan civilians was Tibet's own affair, unrelated to the Song Dynasty. She would at most help them out of consideration for the village where Li Xuexing and Meng Ruyan had been raised, and then leave to retrieve their remains from the summit of Tianshan. Ren Xiaoyao, however, couldn't bear to see the people suffer and insisted on finding a solution.
This difference stemmed from their differing perspectives, as did their approaches to problem-solving.
Long Feiyun possessed extensive knowledge and an exceptional memory, able to recall anything she saw. She was well-versed in everything from anecdotes of the martial arts world and tales of adventure to the customs and traditions of various countries and regions, and even the highest state secrets. Often, before even taking any action, she would have a clear and thorough understanding of the nature and essence of any person or situation, making it effortless for her to devise a solution or deal with it without encountering any obstacles.
Ren Xiaoyao, however, focused on the psychology of his opponents. From his early days as a martial arts novice, punishing corrupt officials and eliminating scoundrels, to his various acts of righteousness in the martial world, to his clever theft of the heirlooms of the three great families, his battle of wits against Xuan Qingqiu and Chen Yixi at Yunwu Peak, his righteous journey to the South China Sea to find pearls, his solving of a strange case at Hengshan, to quelling the rebellion of the Tianji Sect, defeating the Liao army in the Battle of Xunfeng, punishing corrupt officials in Suzhou, defeating villains in Stone City, and his later journey to Japan—every single one of these feats involved first understanding the psychology of his opponents and then defeating them one by one, ultimately earning him the reputation of "Supreme
Martial Arts Master, Romantic Hero." In this incident, the opponent was the Tubo Kingdom, or more specifically, the Tubo King Chizu Dezan. Ren Xiaoyao's understanding of him was limited, at most based on a few hastily reviewed materials before his departure. How could he possibly have grasped his psychology? Long Feiyun, on the other hand, was well-versed in this man, even in all matters within Tubo, and naturally, she thought faster, further, and deeper than him.
On the matter of denying that the Asura Cult initiated the incident, Ren Xiaoyao's thinking surpassed Long Feiyun's.
Long Feiyun was understanding and, more than the other women, knew the ways of a wife. She was unwilling to appear slightly better than Ren Xiaoyao in any aspect—even just in her thinking about a problem or a matter. Therefore, she intended to conceal her shortcomings today, allowing her beloved lover to come up with the solution alone.
Unexpectedly, Ren Xiaoyao only regarded the Khitan and Western Xia as his greatest enemies, and almost disdained the Tibetans. If he hadn't witnessed the power of the Sumeru Qizi Gong firsthand, he probably wouldn't even have had the inclination to consult relevant materials. But how could the few documents he had hastily studied possibly grasp all the key points in a short time?
Thus, our Great Alliance Leader Ren, the Great Prince, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, like pulling a millstone, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, remaining silent for a long time.
Long Feiyun couldn't wait any longer, and she couldn't bear to trouble her lover any further. Just as she was about to reveal her plans, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice, word by word, "I understand, I finally understand! The Tubo Kingdom is going to launch a war, a large-scale... no, a nationwide war. Because they have mobilized too many troops, they don't have enough horses and food, so they have no choice but to use this despicable means to forcibly seize from the people in the pastoral areas!" (

Volume 43, Chapter 7: The Alluring Feiyun

) Hearing him say exactly what she had thought, Long Feiyun breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but secretly admire him: despite the scarcity of information, he could grasp this point in a short time; he truly deserved to be the man she so devoted to.
Ren Xiaoyao glanced at her quickly, failing to discern the infatuation and admiration in her eyes. Seeing her somewhat dazed expression, he assumed she hadn't grasped his meaning and explained with a smile, "Usually, bandits plunder villages for two reasons. The first is to gather money and provisions; in this case, they wouldn't kill anyone..."
Long Feiyun deliberately gave her a chance to shine, feigning ignorance, "But why is that?"
"Bandits are nomadic, without a fixed abode. All their daily expenses and military supplies depend on plundering villagers. If they kill everyone and burn the villages to the ground, how will they survive? That's like draining the pond to catch all the fish. Tibet is predominantly Buddhist; even the most foolish and reckless man should know this prophecy. So I'm certain they aren't bandits; real bandits would never do that."
"That makes sense," Long Feiyun said, pressing, "You said there were two reasons, so what's the second?"
"The second reason is that they have a grudge against the villagers." Ren Xiaoyao glanced sideways, his gaze sweeping over the corpses of the brutally murdered villagers. "As you can see, these are all honest, simple herders, powerless to even protect themselves. How could they possibly provoke vicious bandits?"
"This conclusion serves as evidence that they aren't real bandits, but it also tells me a crucial piece of information: their burning, killing, and looting, wiping out the entire village, is to quickly amass a large number of cattle, sheep, and horses, while simultaneously reducing the consumption of grain and fodder across the entire pastoral area."
"As government troops, all supplies are provided by the imperial court. Why resort to force and robbery?" Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be questioning Long Feiyun, yet also testing himself. "The answer is simple: what needs a large number of cattle, sheep, and horses, and what needs to be conserved in grain and fodder, is the entire... ah, to be precise, the entire Tubo (Tibetan) Empire."
“As a regime with a firm grip on power, if it needs to increase its fiscal revenue due to natural disasters, man-made calamities, or other reasons, it can simply increase taxes and levies. There's no need to do something as short-sighted as killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, unless the demand for cattle, sheep, and horses is enormous, and there are greater benefits to attract them than destroying the pastures.”
Seeing the radiant light of admiration and respect in his beloved wife's beautiful eyes, Ren Xiaoyao felt even better, and his thoughts became smoother: “If cattle and sheep have other uses, then the only place where a large number of horses and fodder can be used is in war. The Tibetan people are devoted to Buddhism, and the Maitreya sect is in cahoots with the royal court. Temporarily replenishing tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, and tens of thousands of warhorses, is not difficult at all. Such a resolute and decisive sweep of the pastures…” "The district, mobilizing all available resources..." He paused, deliberately emphasizing his words, "The only explanation is that Tibet is going to wage a major war with a nationwide mobilization, involving hundreds of thousands of troops, supplies, and provisions."
Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes darted around, and she asked with a charming smile, "Then, in your opinion, who is the target of this war that Tibet is launching with the full strength of the nation?"
Ren Xiaoyao saw her long, black hair cascading down to her slender waist like a waterfall, and heard a seductive languor in her voice. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, almost pulling her close to "grant" her a tender, wet kiss. However, knowing that the time and place were inappropriate, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his desire, speaking his opinion in a low voice.
"Tibet bordered seven kingdoms: the Great Song Dynasty, Western Xia, Dali, Xizhou Uyghur (present-day western Xinjiang), Black Khanate (present-day Central Asia west of the Ili Basin), Yellow-headed Uyghur (present-day northwestern Qaidam Basin in Qinghai), and India. India was the birthplace of Buddhism, and attacking it would not only violate the country's consistent Buddhist principles, but also be psychologically unacceptable to the people; Xizhou Uyghur, Black Khanate, and Yellow-headed Uyghur were all small and weak kingdoms, and were rich in excellent warhorses such as Kazakh horses, Yanqi horses, Ili horses, and Qaidam horses, so Tibet would not need such a large-scale preparation to attack them." "As for provisions and supplies, there's no need to mobilize so many horses. We can sustain the war through war, using whatever we can plunder as needed. As for the Song Dynasty… hahaha."
Ren Xiaoyao laughed heartily, radiating boundless confidence and arrogance. "It's not that your husband is boasting, but apart from the Khitan cavalry and the three cavalry units I trained in Japan—Echigo, Kai, and Sanada—no other army in the world can rival the Tianji Army. If the Tibetans dare to come, I will annihilate them in one battle!"
Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes lit up with a strange light, and she involuntarily interjected, "In that case…" "Now, the only remaining targets for Tibet to attack are the Western Xia and Dali."
Ren Xiaoyao recalled the documents he had carefully reviewed and pondered, "The Western Xia is a major power second only to the Khitan among the four barbarian threats. It possesses twenty-two prefectures south of the Yellow River: Lingzhou, Hongzhou, Yinzhou, and Xiazhou; and west of the Yellow River: Xingzhou, Liangzhou, Ganzhou, and Suzhou. Its land benefits from the Yellow River's irrigation, resulting in abundant harvests. As the saying goes, 'The Yellow River brings a hundred harms, but only benefits the Hetao region.' The Western Xia occupies the Hetao region, with a strong and well-equipped army of 500,000, and is truly not to be underestimated."
Long Fei Yun, naturally knowing more than him, added with a charming smile, "My father once told me: The soldiers of Western Xia are brave and skilled in battle. They often set up ambushes on artificial cliffs to surround the enemy. They use iron cavalry as the vanguard, riding fine horses, heavily armored, and capable of stabbing and killing without flinching. They are linked together with hooks and ropes, so even if they die on their horses, they will not fall off. In battle, they first send out their iron cavalry to break through the enemy lines. When the formation is disrupted, they charge in, with infantry accompanying the cavalry." Although the emperor of Western Xia was surnamed Li, he was actually a descendant of the Tuoba clan, a non-Han people. He was granted the surname Li during the reign of Emperor Taizong of Tang. He was skilled in archery and horsemanship, and his long-distance riding was extremely powerful. If Tibet really wanted to fight them, it would have to use the full strength of the entire country.
Ren Xiaoyao nodded in deep agreement and continued, "The Dali Kingdom is located in the south, extending from Hengshan in Puan Road (present-day Puan, Guizhou) in the east to Jiangtou City in Myanmar (present-day Jiesha, Myanmar) in the west, from Lucang River in Lin'an Road (present-day Heihe River in northern Lai Chau, Vietnam) in the south to the Dadu River in Luoluo in the north. Although its territory is smaller than that of Tibet, it has the advantage of a warm climate and abundant water and soil. Its grain production and iron smelting and weapon production technology are far superior to those of Tibet. In addition, the Duan Dynasty has always adhered to benevolent and virtuous governance, governing the country with Confucianism and cultivating the mind with Buddhism. The people's hearts are with them, and the people of all ethnic groups are more united than ever before. Therefore, although Tibet has long coveted Dali, it dares not make any rash moves. " "
You forgot to mention one reason, hee hee—" Long Feiyun smiled gently, her beautiful eyes fixed on him. Perhaps it was Ren Xiaoyao's increasingly perfect performance that stirred the heart of this stunningly beautiful woman, a true heroine, as her words and expressions revealed a captivating charm rarely seen on her face.
"What reason? Tell me." Ren
Xiaoyao's appetite was whetted. He walked behind Long Feiyun and hugged her tightly, his large hands holding her fair, smooth, and delicate hands. He brought his breath to her ear, which was as clear as jade, before speaking.
Long Feiyun's body trembled slightly. She looked up at him with her beautiful face flushed with rosy cheeks and glanced at him casually. She said, "I am a man of extraordinary talent. At the age of twenty-three, I became the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance and was granted the title of King of Wuling. My many hardships in my childhood have been widely known. Anyone with good connections knows that Duan Ao, the former King of Zhennan of Dali, and his son, the current King Duan Cheng, both once helped me wholeheartedly. I am loyal and sentimental, and I also have plenty of military power." "Which country would dare to covet Dali? Out of consideration for their past life-saving grace, he would never stand idly by. Therefore, Tibet should either refrain from attacking Dali, or seize the opportunity and conquer the entire territory of Dali before someone receives the news and leads their troops to its rescue!"
He deliberately emphasized the phrase "conquer the entire territory of Dali," and Ren Xiaoyao understood the meaning: Tibet's strength was sufficient to defeat Dali, and conquering Dali was not difficult either. However, to accomplish everything before he could "repay the debt," they would have to mobilize the entire nation. In other words, Dali, like Western Xia, could be a target for Tibet's impending attack. "
Now that you've figured out Tibet's intentions, what do you plan to do?" Long Feiyun obediently rested her head on his broad shoulder, her bright red lips slightly panting.
Ren Xiaoyao only needed to lower his head to enjoy the taste of her fragrant lips. Moreover, now that the problem had been clearly explained, his beloved wife would not resist in any way. This idea was extremely tempting, and for a moment, his rationality teetered on the brink of collapse. At the same time, he was secretly amazed at why, since leaving the Central Plains, Long Feiyun's graceful demeanor, every smile and glance, always exuded a captivating charm, tempting him to make love with her even when not at night.
Ren Xiaoyao often deliberately found excuses to leave the group with her, and then, at the dinner table, on the carpet, in the wilderness, in the forest... each time, he would make the delicate and lovely, poetic and pure Long Feiyun climax repeatedly, her jade legs gushing with fluid, clear droplets flowing down her buttocks like a gushing spring.
Each time, Long Feiyun was aroused by her burning lust, moaning softly and ecstatically, shyly yielding and fawning over her...
Once, when he was riding a horse with Long Feiyun, he was also aroused by her seductive manner, and couldn't help but hold her soft and beautiful body tightly, pressing his erect and burning lower body against Long Feiyun's plump and voluptuous pink buttocks, about to make love with her and experience the ultimate pleasure.
The sky was dark that day, and Long Feiyun, still afraid of being seen by her sisters, resolutely refused. But when Ren Xiaoyao reached forward and tightly gripped her flat, slender abdomen, pressing his body against her back, and then gradually moved upward, grasping and kneading her full, firm breasts, Long Feiyun couldn't help but go limp, her cheeks flushed red, and she weakly allowed him to "pluck the flower's bud," letting him "go straight to the heart of the matter" and bravely knock on her gates, from the very... Her initial resolute resistance transformed into boundless shyness as she thrust her snowy buttocks forward, gently clamping her jade-like legs, and swaying her slender waist, cooperating with his thrusts and pounding. Her fragrant throat whimpered sweetly, and her jade body trembled slightly…
Each time, Ren Xiaoyao would use his skillful techniques to arouse Long Feiyun's burning desire, and then they would make love in a frenzy, their bodies swirling with passion. Long Feiyun would shyly and timidly yield to his advances, unable to resist pressing her waist against his, letting him shower her with his affections.
After the passion subsided, Long Feiyun's lower body was always stained with love fluid, a messy sight. Her pretty face flushed red as she cleaned herself with her snow-white clothes, her heart filled with shyness, her beautiful face blushing crimson. Ren Xiaoyao, on the other hand, would always feel a tingling sensation in his lower body, dizzy and lightheaded. Even when he had seven women a night and made love all night long, he had never felt so weak.
Today, the two of them finally understood the whole situation. Long Feiyun's captivating charm resurfaced. Her beautiful face was so close that her features were almost indistinguishable. His vision was filled with her radiant eyes, her smooth, fragrant shoulders, her full and shapely breasts, her slender waist…
Her soft, pink body outlined a graceful, undulating curve. Her alluring eyes seemed to overflow with tears, gazing tenderly at her lover. A delicate, captivating, and slightly seductive smile played on her lips…
Ren Xiaoyao momentarily forgot they were discussing the Tibetan invasion. He slowly leaned closer, about to kiss her cherry lips.
Just as he was about to touch her full, crimson lips, like ripe lychees, Long Feiyun suddenly blurted out, "Xiaoyao, do you know why I'm so different now than before?" (

Volume 43, Chapter 8: The Real Me)

Ren Xiaoyao was taken aback and shook his head.
Long Feiyun's starry eyes shimmered with misty spring water as she murmured, "Because the Feiyun of now is the real Feiyun, the real Feiyun who belongs to a woman... no, Yun'er."
Her chest heaved, and her full lips parted slightly. Abandoning her usual self-reference as "Feiyun," she softly uttered the words "Yun'er," almost stealing Ren Xiaoyao's soul.
"My father has no sons, so he raised Yun'er as a boy from a young age, hoping that someone else would inherit the mantle of the Heavenly Pole Sect. If it weren't for the various girls always surrounding me, Yun'er would never know what gentle tenderness or natural beauty means." Long Feiyun sighed softly, her eyes revealing a melancholy and longing for affection, and murmured, "Yun'er longs to be a woman again, even if it means abandoning the identity of a princess (Long Feiyun is a princess, not a county princess), and just being an ordinary girl from a humble family. As long as I can do some chores that girls are capable of doing, and learn needlework in my spare time, that would be enough.
"But reality doesn't allow me to do that. As a daughter of the Long family, a daughter of the Long family who have received great favors from the Great Ancestor and the Great Emperor, Yun'er is born with the mission of revitalizing the Heavenly Pole Sect, and is destined to live out her life as a man." Countless nights on Qixi Festival, countless moonlit nights, Yun'er could only watch helplessly as other girls found their true love and found happiness, while she remained alone or surrounded by women, her love unrequited, leaving her younger brothers heartbroken. "
Until your appearance, Yun'er's fate changed. Unconsciously, Yun'er fell in love with you, with a man whose martial arts and wisdom were no less than anyone else's. That's why Yun'er disguised herself as a woman to see you, revealing her true face before you, further solidifying her belief that you are the best successor to the Heavenly Pole Sect."
"So in the subsequent meetings and the hunting ceremony, Yun'er kept trying to persuade you to stay, hoping you could take my place so that Yun'er could regain her womanhood..." If
Xuan Qingqiu was naturally charming, then Long Feiyun at this moment was incredibly alluring. Whether she was sitting upright or had washed away her makeup, she couldn't erase the gentle charm that emanated from her bones. As soon as she stood there gracefully, her whole body exuded a captivating charm. At this moment, her eyes were moist with tears of emotion and sorrow, making her charm even more natural and irresistible.
Ren Xiaoyao tightened his grip on Long Feiyun's small earlobe and said softly, "Later, didn't my father-in-law pass on the position of sect leader to me, and you regained your womanhood?" Long
Feiyun shrank her neck as if tickled, her beautiful collarbone tightening slightly. Her two soft, firm breasts below jiggled slightly at the touch. The sensation was beyond description; even through a layer of soft silk, her plump, boneless buttocks exuded an indescribable roundness and perkiness. He was instantly captivated, his heart fluttering as he was about to pull her close and kiss her when he heard Long Feiyun let out a deep, poignant sigh.
"So what if I've returned to being a woman..." Long Feiyun's expression turned sorrowful as she reminisced about a certain period of the past, her voice tinged with melancholy. "Yun'er has only relinquished the burden of succeeding as the leader of the Tianji Sect. Everything else remains the same. I still have to manage and lead my Qilin Hall well, and I still have to fulfill my father's dying wish to uphold justice and bring peace to the martial world—although Yun'er treats you as a woman, I can never let go of the things I should consider as a man." "And the burden on your shoulders grows heavier every day. As your wife, Yun'er should be a good and virtuous helper, helping you manage the affairs of the sect and sharing your worries. How could she possibly treat you with the true nature of a woman?"
Ren Xiaoyao's body trembled violently, and he was so moved that he almost cried.
At this moment, he finally truly and sincerely felt Long Feiyun's selfless dedication to him!
Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help but lean in and gently kiss her fragrant lips.
Their lips met, soft and sweet, and the two touched tenderly.
Time seemed to stand still, and the flames of happiness burned throughout his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Ren Xiaoyao gently stepped back,
"The Asura Sect has retreated, the Annihilation Sect has been destroyed, and the martial world is finally at peace. Now you should have nothing to worry about, right?" “
No, there’s more—” Long Feiyun’s lips parted slightly, as if her bones had been removed, and she let out a soft moan as she pressed her body against him, her fragrant bones swaying gently as she embraced him.
Ren Xiaoyao couldn’t help but hold this lovable and endearing woman in his arms, and heard her say, “Although the martial world is at peace, the world is not yet settled. As a daughter of the Long family, Yun’er must not be the slightest bit negligent or careless.” I had been hoping to wait until you became a sage of chivalry, a supreme martial artist who commanded respect from all nations and made everyone pay homage, so that no one in the world would dare to covet the Song Dynasty or covet the Central Plains, before I could fully entrust my mission and reveal my true self as "Yun'er." But I don't know how long I have to wait. The torment of endless anticipation and not knowing when the outcome will come is truly..."
Long Feiyun paused, met Ren Xiaoyao's burning gaze, and smiled brighter than the stars in the sky. She said happily, "Fortunately, this trip to Tianshan allowed me to not only avoid the affairs of the sect but also temporarily escape the constraints of the nation and society, enabling Yun'er to offer my true self to you ahead of time." Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly realized and couldn't help but laugh, "
So the charming and alluring Yun'er I've been with all this way is the real you. It seems even I, who am known as the 'Romantic Hero' and the one who best understands a woman's heart, have been deceived by my beloved wife for three years without even realizing it—ha, how are you going to make it up to me now?"
Long Feiyun's fair cheeks flushed slightly, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful, so much so that one dared not look directly at her, yet couldn't help but stare intently. She glanced at Ren Xiaoyao first, then pressed her hand on his strong chest muscles, lowered her head and said softly, "Yun'er... Yun'er has been at your mercy and served her husband wholeheartedly all this way." "
When she, naturally beautiful, unreservedly revealed her alluring side to her lover, every gesture, every smile, was captivating, her movements even possessing a girlish charm. But then her sleeve slipped down, revealing a slender, smooth wrist, delicate as a crane's neck. Her jade-like fingers lightly traced the fabric of Ren Xiaoyao's clothes, both serene and alluring, yet also exuding the allure of a mature woman.
Ren Xiaoyao didn't answer, but lowered his head to kiss her fragrant lips passionately. He swept her up in his arms, holding her close, and walked towards the horses at the village entrance. His other hand slipped inside her clothes, caressing her full, pink breasts with affection.
Long Feiyun's body trembled violently, even her ears turning bright red, clearly recalling the scene of their lovemaking on horseback that day.
Ren Xiaoyao gazed at her tenderly, seeing her..." Her soft, alluring eyes were moist, as if about to drip water, a hazy mist shrouding them. Like the moon through the fog, they revealed only a captivating light, a shimmering glow, a hint of spring's passion—utterly alluring. He was so moved he almost pinned her to the ground, eager to make love.
Long Feiyun's hair rippled like waves as she clung to him tightly, as if afraid that all this beauty would vanish suddenly, like a shattered dream. Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity, taking advantage of her, passionately stroking her smooth face with his mouth, and feigning malice as he shouted, "The bandits are committing heinous crimes, harming innocent people; they deserve to be punished by Heaven! Leave this matter to Master, the seniors, Fengyi, and Hanbi. Let's ride fast to the distant hills and scout out if any have escaped. What do you say?" Long
Feiyun's pretty face flushed even more, her long, beautiful eyelashes drooping, half-concealing her beautiful eyes. She gently nodded in agreement in his hand. Who wouldn't be moved by such a girlish charm?

Volume 43, Chapter 9: Galloping on Horseback .

On the rolling hills, two fine horses galloped at a leisurely pace.
The one in front was Ren Xiaoyao's Swift Lightning Steed, and what the other horse was didn't matter, because after riding for a short while outside the village, he and Long Feiyun switched horses.
Long Feiyun was slender and tall, and in terms of height alone, she was the most beautiful woman. Riding on the same saddle as Ren Xiaoyao, her delicate sideburns brushed against half of his cheek. What caught the eye was her extremely alluring, exquisite and beautiful features, her long, bright eyes sparkling beneath her beautiful, crescent-shaped eyelashes, and her half-covered, crystal-white ears. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and from time to time, a fragrant and moving scent of grass would be carried on the wind.
The saddle was cramped, and Long Feiyun's beautiful back pressed tightly against his chest and abdomen. Although the fur coat she had changed into before setting off was there, he could still clearly feel the smoothness of her skin, as if it had been coated with the finest pearl powder. Even the finest silk against her skin couldn't adhere to it at all, sliding away lightly with the slightest touch.
Ren Xiaoyao held the beauty tightly in his arms, his hands roaming restlessly.
Long Feiyun's beautiful face flushed crimson, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. She tilted her head back and lightly spat, "You're so impatient! No wonder you're called a 'womanizer' so young." Her tone was half-smiling, slightly breathless. Though she wore a fur coat for warmth, the hem of the coat fluttered in the wind, revealing a thin yellow satin skirt that accentuated her slender waist and shapely figure. Ren Xiaoyao couldn't see her expression, but just imagining it made his face flush and his heart race, a burning sensation rising in his lower abdomen. Overwhelmed by
desire, Ren Xiaoyao grabbed Long Feiyun's wrists with his right hand and pulled her into his arms with his left, tightly embracing her voluptuous and alluring body. His chest, waist, and thighs rubbed against hers, the enchanting scent of orchids and musk filling his nostrils... A surge of intense pleasure, like a drunken intoxication, coursed through her. The warmth of his touch against her arms was softer and denser than ferret fur. With the swaying of the horse, she leaned forward, sinking slightly into his soft, tender breasts through her skirt.
Although Long Feiyun was prepared, Ren Xiaoyao's actions were too wild. Suddenly, he held her tightly, her breasts rubbing against his strong, muscular body. A foreign object pressed against her lower body, burning her groin with a slippery sensation. The saddle's up-and-down motion gradually created a strange, tingling, numb feeling, as if her body was about to explode. She felt weak and powerless, a truly indescribable mix of pleasure and pain.
Beneath her snow-white ferret fur, her dress was low-cut. Her delicate neck and collarbone were completely exposed, and a small crescent-shaped mark was faintly visible on the skin near her shoulder, like a petal falling in the frosty sky. A glimpse of her pinkish skin peeked out from the opening of her garment, revealing half of her tight, narrow breasts, below which lay a pair of full, firm breasts. The curves were so rounded that even the clothing couldn't conceal their beauty. The tight folds of the fabric accentuated the fullness of her breasts, a breathtaking sight.
Such a captivating figure, combined with youthful beauty, was irresistible to any man.
Ren Xiaoyao lowered his head, inhaling the subtle fragrance of herbs emanating from the mink collar. Overwhelmed with intoxication, he couldn't help but... He gently kissed her, but instead found her covered in a fine layer of sweat. Suddenly, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his lower body, as if his genitals were covered in a rich, moist fluid, forming a soft, yielding mass. The tip of his penis felt incredibly pleasurable from the gentle pressure. Instinctively, he leaned forward, holding her firmly in his arms, hoping to ejaculate a little more.
Long Feiyun tensed up instantly, pinned down by Ren Xiaoyao's thrusts, unable to move. The rough, hard leather saddle bounced against her lower body several times, causing her chin to snap back, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Xiaoyao, stop...stop! Rest..." A few strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks and lips. Long Feiyun trembled and cried out in alarm, her chin raised, a pleading look beneath her thick, long eyelashes: "I...I...I can't take it anymore! It...it hurts so much..." Ren Xiaoyao chuckled: "What? Feiyun came so quickly!" Bathed in moonlight
, he saw Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes tightly closed, her fair face flushed. A sudden, indescribable stirring stirred within him; desire surged, yet he felt an unparalleled closeness to her, a true fusion of bodies. Hearing her soft breaths and gentle pleas, he couldn't resist reining in his horse. His right arm encircled the stunning beauty before him, while his left hand, holding the reins, pressed Long Feiyun's delicate white hands against the saddle, subtly pushing forward until he was firmly pressed against her groin.
Ren Xiaoyao held her even tighter, his slow but powerful thrusts seeming to sense a certain... She couldn't distinguish whether it was a penis, a penis, or an even more alluring woman; she only felt a gentle, almost imperceptible movement that seemed to evoke the shape of a flower, sometimes in, sometimes out, the sensation indescribable in its subtle interplay.
Long Feiyun leaned forward slightly, but being touched, she knew perfectly well Ren Xiaoyao's intentions. Her buttocks involuntarily arched, realizing her lover was playing tricks on her. She turned back, panting, "Slow down! Ah… Xiaoyao!" "Slow down...no, not here..." Suddenly, a soft "ooh" escaped her lips, her back arched, and her narrow, pert buttocks trembled violently. It was Ren Xiaoyao's vigorous thrusting, his powerful lower abdomen rubbing against her, causing her starry eyes to half-close, her gaze hazy like the sea, only a last shred of reason struggling desperately, yet powerless to resist, allowing it to force its way towards her vulva, repeatedly striking the area around her mons pubis, leaving traces of saliva.
Ren Xiaoyao remained entangled, kissing her pink neck passionately while licking her delicate white skin, enjoying the inexhaustible fragrance emanating from it.
Long Feiyun, feigning resistance, timidly reached her hand to her buttocks to block the thrusting; touching her soft, fleshy area, she couldn't help but blush deeply: "How...how could it be so fast?" "
Ren Xiaoyao, still unsettled, gradually approached a secluded spot, and suddenly felt a surge of intense desire. He let out a low growl and thrust his penis into the flesh beneath the thin silk.
Long Feiyun, already flustered, was suddenly struck hard in her most intimate and sensitive place by her lover. Amidst the pain, there was a hidden, indescribable pleasure. She cried out uncontrollably, one hand bracing herself against the saddle, the other hastily covering her mouth, barely managing to suppress a groan." The sounds of moaning and groaning filled her mouth.
The surging, intense heat of the male body pressed against her buttocks, causing Long Feiyun to shudder. Her skin clung to the fabric of her trousers beneath her skirt, her body trembling and her body aching. Before long, she was already aroused.
The rough, hard saddle horn that had pressed against her buttocks with the swaying of the saddle had now replaced it with a scorching, massive object, its tip blunt like a deer antler, its hardness no less than that of leather saddle horn. Yet, it felt rough and muscular upon contact, and the fabric at their point of contact seeped with a trickle of moisture. Pao. The thin, white silk, soaked with ginseng, faintly revealed her rosy skin, revealing two delicate, fleshy breasts. Fine hairs covered their translucent surfaces, and a prominent cleavage ran through the center, seemingly waiting to be peeled away.
Long Feiyun was both ashamed and embarrassed, but her body reacted honestly; the maddening, tingling sensation robbed her of her remaining reason. She bit her lip to suppress a moan, but the whimpering mixed with gasps and soft groans was even more intoxicating, making even herself tremble. She instinctively pressed her breasts closer; her hands, though tightly... She covered her chest, yet unconsciously pressed her cheek against Ren Xiaoyao's, her body slightly turned, her fair face shyly rubbing against his hair and forehead.
Ren Xiaoyao nibbled at Long Feiyun's soft, pink neck, completely immersed in her fragrant skin, his thrusts repeatedly striking her light body. Though there was no flesh, the sensation of their union was no less than any previous intimacy with her. Each touch sent a shiver down her spine, as if her heart was suspended in her throat. Involuntarily, she arched her back, her back bent, and a soft, trembling murmur escaped her lips: "Stop...stop for a moment!" Her voice was soft and sweet, like a dream. With such
a beauty before him, how could Ren Xiaoyao stop? He tightened his grip, and in the pushing and shoving, their front and backs intertwined, the thin silk covering their waists pressed together and embedded in their jade gates. The thin layer of silk was pushed apart, as if torn to its limit, ready to be pierced at any moment.
Long Feiyun's buttocks were incredibly round and full, as if all the flesh was concentrated in her buttocks. The concave buttocks concealed a small, plump flesh, smooth and graceful, without appearing thin or bony in any movement. Despite this thin barrier, Ren Xiaoyao felt an unprecedented excitement. He could feel the warm, tight, and bouncy flesh at the entrance of his vagina, which was even more robust than the penises of other women, as if it were a living thing.
The beauty of the woman in his arms was beyond imagination. Every inch of her skin was smooth, and the sounds of her soft moans filled his ears. The constant galloping of his steed in the wind intensified the friction between their legs, their bodies repeatedly thrusting and sliding apart, their delicate fluids seeping through. After several rounds of being caressed and rubbed, he gradually felt a surge of desire.
Ren Xiaoyao embraced her, his movements becoming even more vigorous. He tightened his grip on her arms, his movements more forceful, gently biting her alabaster earlobe, and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, "Yun'er! I...I'm almost there!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a surge of desire, his lips making a hoarse, gurgling sound.
Long Feiyun's desire grew stronger, a faint tremor running through her body. Startled by the sound, she forgot to restrain herself in her panic and let out a moan, mixed with rapid yet weak breaths, incredibly delicate and alluring. Ren Xiaoyao could no longer resist, pressing his penis against her genitals and releasing his semen.
Long Feiyun let out a passionate cry, feeling a strong, relentless thrust, pounding against her most precious and sensitive area.
Her clothes were still on, so Ren Xiaoyao couldn't penetrate her, but the silken vulva was incredibly tight, as if he were being pushed into a thin, smooth, nubby place. The waves of pleasure from the tight, smooth vagina felt like hundreds of ejaculations moving simultaneously towards her clitoris, a pleasure a hundred times greater than any other vaginal orifice.
As soon as Ren Xiaoyao ejaculated, all the pleasure in his body was squeezed into this spot, his mind went blank, and everything burst forth, the ejaculation unstoppable.
The long, flowing stream seemed endless, seeping into every crease of her skin. The strongest first stream of semen seeped through the silk, gently rubbing against Long Feiyun's thighs, causing her delicate body to sway. Most of the semen didn't go in, but mingled together in the stagnation, sliding down Long Feiyun's tender thighs and thighs, flowing down her leg lines. In the end, she felt as if she were sitting in a warm pot of porridge, her buttocks completely soaked in the warm, flowing fluid, tightly binding her extremely sensitive skin.
Ren Xiaoyao, his desire fully satisfied, lay on horseback, embracing his beloved. Long Feiyun turned her face, her hair disheveled, her brows brimming with desire. She reached down and touched her buttocks, her jade fingers drawing out strands of white hair, gently licking them. The action was provocative, her shyness masking an irresistible allure. Her rosy cheeks and the white hair on her fingers created an indescribably seductive scene.
Ren Xiaoyao was incredibly aroused. His recently subsided desire surged again, his lower body throbbing fiercely. Long Feiyun, still lingering in the afterglow, was extremely sensitive. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sensation from afar caused her to gasp in surprise, her face flushing crimson. "How...how did it come again? So fast!" Her legs twitched slightly, producing a soft "squeak," an incredibly sensual sound.
When the two emerged, Ren Xiaoyao had already prepared a change of clothes for her. He then removed Long Feiyun's already soaked thin undergarments, crumpled them into a ball, and tossed them aside with a loud "thud" as they fell to the ground, sticky and wet.
Long Feiyun's lower body was weak and limp, and the cool sensation from Ren Xiaoyao's rubbing against her lower body caused her to swell again. Her gushing, sticky fluids flowed out, reaching her vulva. Ren Xiaoyao's long robe was soaked and obscured, making him look like he was lying in a shallow puddle.
Ren Xiaoyao took a fur coat and placed it between them, so that even if others passed by, they wouldn't notice anything amiss. Little did they know that the woman in front of him was completely naked from the waist down, allowing the man behind him to part her fleshy vulva and massage her breasts, slowly and deliberately entering her already wet and hot body.
Long Feiyun's fingers were intertwined, tightly gripping Ren Xiaoyao's hand. Both of their hands rested on the horse's back, unable to engage in intimate acts or maintain proper posture. Long Feiyun bit her cherry lips, slowly, very slowly moving her hips, groping to accommodate Ren Xiaoyao's large breasts, her breath trembling softly, a strange stimulation and pleasure arising within her. Despite the obvious discomfort and lack of erections, her body seemed to have lost control, her silk stockings soaked along her delicate buttocks.
Ren Xiaoyao, his front half exposed, suddenly felt a wicked urge, pressing his chest against her jade-like back, slowly applying pressure.
In her dazed state, the elegant and beautiful Long Feiyun felt the massive body pressing against her soft form suddenly tighten, its powerful erection surging forth... Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat, her slender waist jerked violently, and her narrow buttocks lifted slightly, letting out a soft "squeak" as it enveloped her wet, glistening flesh!
Amidst waves of intense stimulation, Long Feiyun realized that "it" had deeply penetrated her genitals. Under the dizzying, forceful stimulation, she gasped and moaned, her shy and helpless cries soft and melodious: "Mmm... um... um..." She whimpered softly, gently thrusting, and was already climaxing.
Ren Xiaoyao felt her body tremble violently, as if a small hand was forcefully kneading her. The two of them were completely estranged. He gently picked up her small earlobe and teased, "They say, 'In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches.' We must be 'trees with intertwined branches' now."
Long Feiyun, still horrified, shyly and helplessly discovered that Ren Xiaoyao's penis was erect. Her face flushed crimson, her cheeks burning red. Hearing this, she suddenly became even more ashamed, closing her beautiful starry eyes and breathing softly, her eyelashes trembling slightly,
she softly complained, "You...you're still...still bullying me at a time like this..." "Ah..." Before she could finish speaking, Long Feiyun suddenly let out a charming and melodious cry. As Ren Xiaoyao thrust, she felt the genitals inside her body forcefully pressing against her delicate clitoris...
This breathtaking sensation made Long Feiyun's body weak and swaying. She shyly discovered that Ren Xiaoyao's penis was firmly embedded in her sensitive clitoris. Instinctively, her body tensed, her clitoris trembled, and she almost fainted.
With each leap of his swift steed, Ren Xiaoyao thrust himself into Long Feiyun's tight, secluded body. Her flawless, smooth, snow-white skin flushed crimson like clouds, and she let out shy,
involuntary . Unable to lift her head, she rested her beautiful, blushing head on Ren Xiaoyao's arm, her full, lovely breasts rubbing against his strong muscles. Her slender, jade-like legs instinctively clung tightly to his body, gripping his calves as if afraid she would fall if he loosened his grip.
"Mmm...uh...mmm...uh...ah...uh...mmm...uh...ah...ah..." Long Feiyun blushed, her beautiful eyes filled with spring, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but moan shyly, as if responding to each of his thrusts.
The two lingered for a long time, their lower bodies slowly and heavily rubbing together, silently and intensely. Their bodies, without passionate words or the splashing of sweat, experienced wave after wave of climax. In the boundless depths of their bodies, the feeling of being tightly intertwined accumulated, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.
Long Feiyun was overwhelmed by the sensation, losing count of her own time. Even when she and Ren Xiaoyao had made love all night long, they had never been engaged in such a continuous, half-hour-long ordeal, with waves of pleasure washing over her. Just as the next earth-shattering climax was about to arrive, she gritted her teeth and turned back, her hazy, unfocused eyes filled with tenderness, murmuring, "Xiaoyao, you...you...hello..." Suddenly, her body clenched, and streams of warm, wet fluid flowed out, trickling onto the floor.
Startled, Ren Xiaoyao, unable to restrain himself, fiercely and brutally violated her manhood; the intensity of his attack was such that even her tightly clenched genitals bulged and couldn't be stopped, the force of the thrusts flowing from their groin.
Long Feiyun's body was already extremely taut, yet the thrusts continued even more violently. She screamed, her exhausted body trembling violently, almost fainting on the spot…

Volume 43, Chapter 10: Splitting into Two

Groups. Ren Xiaoyao reluctantly withdrew, taking out a pre-prepared towel and water to wipe Long Feiyun. As
their hips parted, the fluid soaked through her skirt and trousers was instantly stretched into thin strands, flowing onto the saddle where it had been rubbed raw and glistening, yet the resulting liquid was smooth and transparent, appearing incredibly lewd.
Ren Xiaoyao lifted her blouse and saw that her breasts were slightly wet, her labia majora and minor vulva slightly parted, still trembling gently. He was surprised that he had ejaculated. He tenderly brushed her wet hair aside, wiped away the sweat, and gently stroked her cheek, saying, "It's all my fault. I was only thinking about my own pleasure and almost got you pregnant."
Long Feiyun leaned against his chest, still breathing heavily, her hazy eyes revealing a hint of affection. She weakly shook her head, closed her eyes, and smiled shyly, "But...it felt so good!"
The two changed clothes and continued to ride together. It wasn't that Ren Xiaoyao wanted to release more, but rather that they had been a little too wild just now, and Long Feiyun's body couldn't take it, so he had to ride alone.
Ren Xiaoyao was deeply in love and possessed none of the chauvinistic tendencies to treat women as servants. He knew that sincerity alone wasn't enough; sweet words were essential—women, after all, needed tenderness and caresses. Thus, the women he loved enjoyed boundless happiness beyond mere intimacy.
This time, moved by his wife's devoted devotion, having done everything for him the entire journey, he held her delicate body tightly, whispering sweet nothings for a long time, uttering the most captivating words she could never tire of.
He repeated phrases like "You are my soul, you are my life" countless times, making Long Feiyun's heart flutter with joy, and she showered him with kisses in gratitude.
Ren Xiaoyao was truly captivated by her all-consuming charm.
After another passionate kiss, Long Feiyun sighed, "What do you think we should do about the Tibetan invasion?"
Ren Xiaoyao immediately broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had been so engrossed in his lovemaking with his wife that he had forgotten such an important matter. He casually asked, "What do you think we should do?"
Long Feiyun smiled slightly, her cherry lips parting slightly as she said, "If Tibet's target is Western Xia, then it's like giving the Song Dynasty a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to avenge itself. The court can emulate Emperor Taizong's strategy in conquering the Northern Han, taking advantage of the intertwined attacks between Tibet and Western Xia, which temporarily stabilizes the southwestern border, and launch a two-pronged attack northward."
Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes sharpened, but her tone remained calm and composed as she said, "Whether the Emperor personally leads the campaign or Marshal Yang Yanzhao commands the troops, the central imperial guards, together with the Yang family army, should first attack Yingzhou, and then advance along Mozhou and Zhuozhou..." The army will advance northwards, while you will command the Tianji Army, with a detachment from Shuozhou, Huanzhou, and Yingzhou. Of the Liao generals, Yelü Xiezhen died at your hands, and Yelü Xiuge passed away from illness. Only Yelü Changsheng remains a seasoned and capable general. While Han Derang, Xiao Talin, and Xiao Guanyinnu are formidable warriors, they lack strategy and are no match for you and Marshal Yang. Therefore, as long as one force holds off Yelü Changsheng, the other can advance triumphantly, conquering passes and capturing strongholds. Now that the martial world is at peace, heroes from all walks of life will flock north to organize righteous armies upon hearing of the campaign against the Khitan. You, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, will unify command and control. At that time…” Her beautiful eyes sparkled, blossoming into a genuinely joyful and captivating smile, “At that time, not only will the recovery of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun be a matter of days, but even the destruction of the Liao Kingdom and the complete pacification of the northern border will be no problem.”
"Then what if we attack Dali?"
"Dali? Simple." Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes darted around, glancing at Ren Xiaoyao with a seemingly meaningful look, before feigning indifference. "We'll sit back and watch them fight, until both countries are exhausted, then, in the name of the Celestial Empire, we'll send a large army to mediate, and then find a suitable opportunity to devour them both..."
"How can that be? Duan Cheng, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, has a history with me..."
Long Feiyun chuckled, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She gave him a sidelong glance, as if to say, "I knew you'd say that," and casually added, "If you want to repay a debt of gratitude, you can attack Dali from both sides and take the opportunity to destroy Tibet. But you have to act quickly. Go back and report to the Emperor and reorganize the troops; there's no time to waste."
"If it's the Liaodong campaign, we'll have to act just as quickly."
“Yes!” Long Feiyun met his gaze and looked deeply into the depths of his eyes. “No matter what, our journey cannot be delayed. We must retrieve the remains by this time tomorrow and set off to return no later than the morning after tomorrow.”
Ren Xiaoyao sighed softly and asked, "Can't it be any later?"
"One day at most."
"Two days isn't enough!?"
"How could it not be? Back then, your master carried you all the way from Tianshan in just one night..." Long Feiyun's beautiful eyes gleamed, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she spoke, making Ren Xiaoyao extremely embarrassed. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly chuckled, revealing her charming side to him, and shrugged her fragrant shoulders slightly, saying, "Yun'er knows you have a chivalrous heart and would never bear to see innocent people suffer. You absolutely refuse to go back until the matter in the pastoral area is resolved, but our time is indeed pressing. What should we do?"
Ren Xiaoyao guessed that Long Feiyun already had an answer and deliberately did not reply.
Long Feiyun glanced at him sideways, her pretty face glowing with a holy and bright light, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful. She said softly, "If you insist on protecting the people, there's only one way."
Ren Xiaoyao eagerly pressed, "What way? Tell me quickly!"
A gentle smile played on Long Feiyun's lips as she casually said, "Because it concerns my deceased mother, even the brilliant Alliance Leader Ren, the great hero Ren, can't understand this?"
Ren Xiaoyao shook his head.
Long Feiyun knew he was feigning ignorance, and gave him a disapproving look before saying, "We'll split into two groups. Leave things here to us, and you go to Tianshan to retrieve my mother's remains."
"You mean I'll go alone?"
"Of course." Long Feiyun met his gaze, her tone surprisingly calm. "Don't think the Asura Sect isn't watching us. Given the Ghostly Lord's personality, he won't let anyone who has a grudge against him go, especially you. When we all act together now, they won't dare to act rashly. If we divide into two groups, it won't be difficult to defeat them one by one."
"So we must first attract their attention, and then you will go to the top of Tianshan Mountain without them noticing. After you leave, I will pretend to be you. They won't suspect anything if a girl is missing from the group. You are also very flexible when you go alone. If you encounter seven or eight top masters, it will be easy for you to leave. As for climbing to the bottom of the cliff to find the skeleton, with your 'Free and Easy Wandering' which combines the three great lightness skills in the world, you can jump off the cliff and be fine. Plus, you have a sixth sense and your spiritual perception is far beyond that of ordinary people. You can definitely find it in a day. The remaining day is just right for riding a horse back and forth."
"The bandits are essentially government troops, so their routes and methods are predictable. I suspect they'll establish temporary camps in one or more locations, then split into pairs of several dozen men to raid and plunder in different directions. Our horses are fast, and with Mui Ne, skilled in observation, tracking, and photography, we can find all these temporary camps in half a day at most. Then, we can spend another day or two setting up our camps. Whether we're double-crossed by real bandits or become part of the Black Khan or Yellow-Headed Huihe army, we can eliminate them while they're at it." "Bandits or not, I'll take care of everything here before you return with Mother."
Ren Xiaoyao was overjoyed, clapping his hands and laughing, "Good, good, good! With Yun'er by my side, it's like a fish in water!"
Long Feiyun glanced at him, thinking, "Weren't we just acting like fish and water?" She bit her lip and glared at her lover before blushing and saying, "Alright, we've been out for a long time, let's go back and prepare."
The two looked up and saw that the horse's mane was flying, and it had already deviated from the road, not knowing where it had gone. The trees above them grew denser, gradually blocking out the moonlight. Fortunately, the Wind and Fire Lightning Steed was exceptionally swift and could find its way without its master's guidance. They immediately spurred the horse forward.
Ren Xiaoyao gripped the reins tightly, looking up to see the branches drooping low, moonlight filtering through countless gaps in the leaves, illuminating the surrounding landscape in a dappled pattern. Inspired, he was about to compose a poem in praise when he noticed Long Feiyun's delicate body trembling, as if she might fall off her horse at any moment.
"Yun'er, what's wrong?" Ren Xiaoyao moved closer, reaching out to support the beauty's slender arm.
Long Feiyun didn't answer, only gently shaking her head, the faint sound of her teeth chattering audible. In the moonlight, her lips appeared pale, her cheeks seemingly flushed.
Ren Xiaoyao was taken aback: "Her teeth are chattering; she's freezing. Feiyun's martial arts are not as good as mine, and she's not immune to heat or cold, but she shouldn't be this afraid of the cold, especially since she's wearing a fur coat." He casually took off his own windproof cloak and draped it over her, seemingly reassured even through the cloak, and then pulled her into his arms.
"Are you still cold?" He leaned close to her ear, pressing his cheek against hers.
Long Feiyun blushed, gently lowering her head to reveal her slender, graceful neck, like a swan. After a long while, she whispered, "Under my skirt...under my skirt is wet again, the wind...the wind is so cold."
This sentence immediately sparked another round of passion.

Volume 43, Chapter 11: Throwing into Each Other's

Arms. It was late afternoon and early evening when they returned to the village
. After settling things in the village, everyone set up camp, intending to rest for the night and set off the next morning.
Nangong Fengyi, Su Hanbi, and Zhen Gongji Mina, with their keen minds, knew exactly what he was doing taking Long Feiyun out. Even Lin Yuxiu, Nangong Fengzi, and the other women, seeing 'Sister Long's' flushed cheeks, delicate eyebrows, disheveled hair, and soft, alluring gait, knew that she had just made love with Ren Xiaoyao and had shared a passionate encounter.
Shui Furong pouted and leaned closer, saying, "Fine, we're all busy here, working ourselves to the bone, and you're out having fun with Sister Long—humph, I don't care, come to my tent tonight, or I'll... I'll never let you get away with this." Her voice was coquettish, her jade-like face flushed, her eyebrows like willow branches holding a pool of spring light, her bright eyes like the moon resting on shimmering autumn water.
Ren Xiaoyao's appetite was whetted, and he almost blurted out, "Fine, call Fengyi too, I'll sleep with you all tonight." Fortunately, he remembered the grand plan he had just discussed with Long Feiyun, and quickly hugged this jealous little girl tightly, biting her ear and saying, "No, Furong, I have something to do tonight, until tomorrow..."
"What do you mean no? Who did you make plans with this time?" Shui Furong retorted angrily, her beautiful eyes glaring resentfully at her lover, with an air of determination to never give up on him.
Ren Xiaoyao gave a wry smile. After being pinched several times by her, he finally managed to call all the women and everyone else into the tent and explain the situation in detail.
"Wouldn't it be too risky to go and retrieve my sister-in-law's remains alone?" Meng Fei was the first to speak after hearing this.
“Yes, the Asura Cult’s spies are relentless, always trailing far behind. Although I’ve killed a batch with traps and mechanisms, they keep popping up.” Meng Lei’s expression turned serious as he frowned. “The Asura Cult’s dream of invading the Central Plains has vanished. The only hope left for Ghost Lord is revenge. Given his resentment towards my elder brother and sister-in-law, he would do anything to kill you and destroy the Asura Cult.”
Ren Xiaoyao gave a bitter smile and sighed, “Alas, I know this all too well, but with the Tubo army about to rise, I must return to Xunfeng City as soon as possible to prepare. I also… I really can’t bear to see the people of the pastoral areas suffer so much, so I have no choice but to trouble Master, Third Uncle, Senior Yi, Senior Fu, my elder brother, and Fei Yun to stay and deal with the ‘bandits’.”
"If only these bandits weren't... what... what Tiger Army, that would be so much better." Lin Yuxiu blinked her lively, bright eyes, biting her thin lips, and said innocently, "If we spent some time finding out where they were, we could wipe them out in the time it takes to eat a meal."
Everyone was speechless. If it weren't for the Tibetan government troops, there would be no need to rush back. After
a long silence, Long Feiyun said solemnly, "Seniors, you can rest assured. Feiyun has impersonated Xiaoyao more than once or twice. She even fooled Fengyi and Meina before, so others will be even less likely to see through her disguise."
"Is that really true!?" Meng Fei and Meng Lei asked in unison.
Back then, Ren Xiaoyao, having devoted half his life to creating the Lingxiao Sword Technique, defeated seven masters of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance atop Mount Hua. Even Dugu Yu was ashamed of his inferiority in a single move of "A Thousand Years of Elegance in a Laugh," truly deserving the title of "Number One Under Heaven." Yet, one day, alone with his sword, he was tricked into retreating, ultimately suffering a fatal fall from a cliff, dying tragically at the bottom of the valley. Learning from this example, they didn't want the same thing to happen to their nephew. Therefore, when they met and recognized each other at the top of Guanchao Cliff on Chiwei Island, they swore an oath to never leave Ren Xiaoyao's side,
even at the cost of their lives. Twenty-three years later, Mei Ruoxue's dying wish was never to tell her nephew about his origins, but Meng Fei did anyway, because by then Ren Xiaoyao already possessed martial arts skills comparable to the Ghostly Lord, and the power he held was enough to avenge his parents. Now, Ren Xiaoyao is hailed as the "Supreme Martial Artist" and has been granted the title of King. The heroes of the Central Plains all obey his commands, and the four regions of Hubei, Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Jingxi are under his control. He should be fearless. However, this journey to Tianshan is tantamount to stepping into the territory of the Asura Cult. He has neither a large army nor followers with him, only a group of twenty-odd people. Although the journey has been peaceful, it was because of their joint operation. The Asura Cult, intimidated by their powerful figures, dared not act rashly. Ren Xiaoyao, traveling alone, is in danger of being besieged by the Asura Cult, just like Ren Qiaocui was back then.
What if history repeats itself? Then…
then it would be too late to undo the damage!
"Feiyun guarantees with her life that nothing will go wrong!" Long Feiyun gave Ren Xiaoyao a tender look, then her expression hardened as she answered, each word deliberate.
Ren Xiaoyao felt a warmth in his heart and said proudly, "Xiaoyao's cultivation is now vastly different from before. Even if the Asura Sect sees through this plan and sends out their entire army, we cannot win in battle, but we can easily escape." Meng
Fei and Meng Fei exchanged a glance and replied in unison, "Alright, let's do it that way." Ren Xiaoyao walked out of the tent. Although he was still wearing his magnificent robes on the outside, he had completely changed his inner garments. The Cangmang Taxue Armor, usually worn by Long Feiyun, was now worn underneath, and he wore a padded jacket woven from extremely precious snow silkworm silk, which could increase his internal energy protection by at least 30%. In addition, a whole row of "Five Snake Bone Needles" hung in the lining of his pockets. This is one of the most domineering hidden weapons of Mengjiabao, made entirely from the bones of venomous snakes, soaked in extremely potent poison. It's lethal upon contact with blood, and its effects are absolute; even a master like the Four Asura Envoys would be killed within an hour if even a slight scratch from the Five Snake Bone Needles pierced their skin. In addition, there are the Flaming Shuriken, a secret craftsmanship of the Beichen One-Sword Style; the "Drunken Immortal Sweet Wine" powder personally concocted by Su Hanbi; and the fireworks signal tube meticulously developed by Hu Laosi, a skilled craftsman from Tingyuxuan, capable of displaying characters in the air at will… In short, everything needed is prepared, and they can depart at any time. However, for safety's sake, he must wait a while, until 11:15 AM. —Long Feiyun observed the celestial phenomena and predicted that the sky would be covered with dark clouds at that time, obscuring the moonlight and creating the best environment and opportunity for his quiet departure. Taking advantage of this brief respite, he wanted to take one last look at the tranquil village under the moonlight. This place had just been ravaged by bandits, resulting in the deaths of a third of the villagers and the serious injuries of another third. Yet, not a single villager succumbed to despair or gave up. They insisted on guarding the land their ancestors had cultivated for generations. Even when Meng Ruyan borrowed tens of thousands of taels of silver from Nangong Fengyi to arrange for the villagers to relocate from the pastoral area, she politely declined. They lingered on their homeland, cherishing the memories of their families. Even the illiterate and uncivilized Tibetan people were like this. How much more so was he, hailed as a chivalrous saint. Ren Xiaoyao walked on and on, when suddenly he stopped. Under the starlight and moonlight, Xuan Qingqiu, like a fairy descended from the deepest black starry sky, stood on a small hill not far away. The bright moonlight shone on her, and the light and shadow of the moon highlighted her flawless and captivating curves. Ren Xiaoyao was used to seeing beautiful women and had spent a lot of time alone with her, but at this moment, seeing her still overwhelmed him with a sense of amazement and shock. Her beauty was unlike any other woman's; it was a natural, unparalleled, pure, and innate beauty, like a lotus emerging from clear water, unadorned and untouched by artifice. Like a beautiful goddess dwelling in the Luo River, she suddenly appeared on earth. Even in this village, recently ravaged by slaughter and plunder, immersed in sorrow and grief, her arrival transformed everything into a serene and enchanting scene, both real and dreamlike, utterly captivating. Though she appeared in the mortal realm, she seemed utterly unfit for this mundane place. Her chiseled features, her flawless skin, and her ethereal beauty—any addition or subtraction would have marred this divinely crafted face. Under the moonlight, her skin shone like jade, making her appear even more graceful, her beauty exquisite, and her spirit otherworldly. From Ren Xiaoyao's perspective, the half-moon was perfectly framed in the night sky where Xuan Qingqiu's face faced, bathing her in the gentle, warm moonlight of early spring. It accentuated her exquisitely beautiful features, seemingly born of the very essence of heaven and earth, undulating like mountains and rivers. This extraordinary, breathtaking beauty was beyond the grasp of any mortal pen; even all the words in the world could not capture a fraction of its essence. Ren Xiaoyao stared at her, speechless for a moment. Just as his heart trembled and he stood frozen in place, Xuan Qingqiu, as radiant as Chang'e in the moon, also saw him and turned away quietly. Like a delicate, ethereal peony, a beautiful woman, dressed in a verdant green jacket over a pale blue brocade skirt with pale yellow phoenix patterns, and wearing pointed shoes, walked gracefully towards him, her eyes filled with affection. The entire world seemed to be enveloped in layers of fragrant, ethereal mist because of her appearance. The bright moon illuminated her face, as natural as the earth, without any trace of artifice. Her eyebrows were like painted strokes, her almond eyes like stars, her face exquisitely beautiful. Her high-bun hairstyle and delicately arched eyebrows exuded a refined and alluring charm. If the fully unrestrained Long Feiyun was breathtakingly beautiful, Xuan Qingqiu at this moment possessed a different kind of allure. At first glance, she was stunningly beautiful, but the more one looked, the more captivating her delicate beauty became. Beneath her dignified and elegant exterior lay boundless charm and allure, surpassing even the brightest stars and moon in her radiance, incomparably beautiful. If Long Feiyun a moment ago was like a blazing flame, then Xuan Qingqiu now was like a lake rippling with spring water, breathtakingly beautiful under the hazy moonlight. Especially striking were her pair of pale black eyes, like shimmering water, possessing an innocent and naive charm, brimming with feminine gentleness and allure. She was as pure and beautiful as a white lotus bud, waiting for Ren Xiaoyao to pluck it. A strange feeling welled up in Ren Xiaoyao's heart, as if he had seen this scene before, but he couldn't recall when or where. Xuan Qingqiu approached slowly, her skirt swaying gently, the fine pleats spreading like ripples on water, softly and smoothly highlighting the undulating curves of her waist and hips, making her even more graceful and elegant, like a ripple on a clear lake. Her graceful gait, exquisite figure, and alluring gestures captivated all who beheld her. Suddenly, Xuan Qingqiu quickened her pace, and before Ren Xiaoyao's rare and unparalleled keen senses could react, she let out a soft "oh" and threw herself into her arms. "Brother Ren, take me away!" (Volume 43, Chapter 12: Untying the Knot) Her touch was cool and gentle, indescribably fragrant and soft, even finer than almond tofu, smoother than pearl powder. A surge of heat rushed to Ren Xiaoyao's head. "Brother Ren, take me away!" Xuan Qingqiu repeated again in her pure and delicate voice.

"What!?" Ren Xiaoyao was stunned, still not understanding.
"Take me away, take me away from here!" For the third time, Xuan Qingqiu's voice was choked with sobs, her high chest heaving rapidly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes.
"Take you away? Why!" Ren Xiaoyao was completely bewildered.
Xuan Qingqiu tilted her head back in his arms, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes becoming empty, and then she burst into tears.
"Qingqiu, you... what's wrong with you!?"
Even with Ren Xiaoyao's extensive knowledge and ability to read people, he couldn't see why Xuan Qingqiu was crying.
"I'm scared, I'm scared—" Xuan Qingqiu pressed her face against Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder without reservation, tears streaming down her face, "Ghost Netherworld Lord... Asura Sect... so scary, so scary... Sister Long said they kill people without hesitation, their methods of torture... sob... Father, Mother... sob..."
Only then did Ren Xiaoyao realize that Xuan Qingqiu was terrified.
She was a pampered young lady from a powerful family, raised in seclusion and spoiled rotten. She had no experience of the grudges and bloodshed of the martial world, and probably wouldn't even step on an ant in her daily life.
—How could the Xuanmen compare to Tingyuxuan? Fengyi and Fengzi were destined to be connected with the martial world from birth, while she…
should have been completely uninvolved in the grudges and feuds of the martial world, marrying a suitable young master from a prominent family at eighteen, living a peaceful and quiet life as a wife and mother. But because of her own actions, she was dragged into it.
Before, in Hangzhou, in Hua'e Valley, in the Tianji Sect… all within the territory of the Song Dynasty, thanks to her arrangements, hundreds or even thousands of people were responsible for protecting her. Even in critical situations, even in dire circumstances, Xuan Qingqiu, who had already endured the loss of her family, could always persevere.
And now?
To use the beautiful scenery along the way to resolve any potential "knot" in her heart, to stay close to this unparalleled beauty, she was brought to the Western Regions without a second thought.
Throughout their journey, the group proceeded with extreme caution, fearing they might fall into the trap of the Asura Cult.
Night shifts were taken, food and water were meticulously checked, and every dangerous valley was thoroughly scouted before crossing…
What seemed ordinary to other martial artists became immense pressure for Xuan Qingqiu. The sheer pressure of watching her friends constantly on guard and cautiously on their own was unbearable for the delicate and fragile girl. She was terrified not only
to find over a hundred gruesome corpses in the village where Li Xuexing and Meng Ruyan had once lived; not only to hear her worried master and third uncle repeatedly mention the Asura Cult's schemes; but also to learn that the very Ren Xiaoyao who had risked everything to pull her back from the brink of death, the one she had fallen for, was about to embark on a perilous journey alone…
Ren Xiaoyao gently stroked Xuan Qingqiu's convulsing shoulders and back, feeling the ever-expanding dampness on her clothes, and an overwhelming sense of guilt welled up within him.
He blamed himself, blamed himself for being bewitched, bringing her from the Central Plains to Tibet; he blamed himself for not considering things carefully, unknowingly instilling such immense fear in her.
"Qingqiu, it's alright, Brother Ren assures you, no one will harm a single hair on your head."
He did his best to comfort her gently, even as he swore and vowed, but Xuan Qingqiu's tears wouldn't stop.
"Brother Ren, take me away—" Xuan Qingqiu cried, tears streaming down her face, repeating the same phrase over and over.
"Okay, okay, once Brother Ren retrieves the remains, I'll take you back, back immediately, ah."
Xuan Qingqiu's delicate body trembled again, hot tears welling in her eyes. She reached out a trembling hand to touch Ren Xiaoyao's face, sobbing, "No, don't go, I want to leave because I'm worried about you… worried something will happen to you… sob…" Her long-suppressed true feelings finally broke through her defenses, bursting forth uncontrollably.
What?!
She wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about me!!!
Ren Xiaoyao was jolted, his eyes reddening with emotion.
"Don't cry, Brother Ren, I'll be alright."
"Waaah...waaah...don't go..."
Seeing Xuan Qingqiu crying her eyes out, Ren Xiaoyao felt both heartache and distress. He tried to comfort her, but to no avail. In his panic, he blurted out, "Actually...actually, you don't need to worry. The Ghost Lord and the Asura Cult may not...maybe they really have done all sorts of evil deeds, they are utterly wicked..."
Xuan Qingqiu stopped crying abruptly, raised her head, and stared at him with her still tearful eyes.
Ren Xiaoyao, not wanting his casual remark to be used so readily, had no choice but to shamelessly continue: "Yes, the Asura Sect has existed for over three hundred years, always coexisting peacefully with the major martial arts sects and factions of the Central Plains, such as Shaolin, the Beggars' Sect, and the Heavenly Pole Sect. It has never interfered in the affairs of the Central Plains martial arts world. It was that scoundrel Guiming Shenjun who, for his own selfish desires, acted recklessly and stirred up conflict in the martial arts world, which is why… which is why he was condemned as a heretic and became the target of everyone's hatred in the Central Plains martial arts world."
"Then… that means Guiming Shenjun… he is the most vicious…"
"Ghost Netherworld Lord wasn't born a great demon; it was just that love turned to hatred, and even..." Ren Xiaoyao was originally trying to comfort Xuan Qingqiu, but at this moment he couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, the word 'love' is the most unpredictable. As the saying goes, one thought can make you a Buddha, and another a demon. My father entered the world of martial arts through love, using emotion to control his sword, creating the unparalleled Lingxiao Sword Technique. But Ghost Netherworld Lord and Hatred Heaven fell into the demonic path because they couldn't get what they wanted from love—they weren't born evil, but their hearts were blinded by love and desire, leading them to do all sorts of seemingly vicious things. In fact..." To appease Xuan Qingqiu, he said whatever came to mind, "Actually, pursuing love isn't wrong; what's wrong is the method and approach. As long as they can wake up in time, correct their ways, and abandon evil for good, all of this can be forgiven."
"Really, really? You can really forgive me?" Xuan Qingqiu wiped away her tears with her sleeve. Beneath her slender, willow-leaf-like eyebrows, her eyes were glistening with tears, like a newly risen moon in the azure sky, possessing a captivating and endearing charm, and a powerful allure that made one willing to die for her.
"Yes."
"To pursue love, even if the process is wrong, as long as... as long as it's for the good of your lover, you... you can forgive me?" Xuan Qingqiu stared intently at Ren Xiaoyao, her delicate body trembling slightly as she nestled in his arms. Her silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, its winding, soft lines constantly stirring Ren Xiaoyao's heartstrings.
Ren Xiaoyao, unsuspecting, nodded and said, "Of course, the pursuit of love is always fraught with difficulties and hardships. No matter what lovers do, as long as they can weather the storms together, what else is there to worry about? We are pursuing affection and love, and we have the result, so what is there to care about in the process?" "
Then... then if the one in love does something foolish, but it's for the sake of getting along better with their partner in the future... can... can..." As she spoke, Xuan Qingqiu's body trembled, as if she was worried about something.
"Of course I forgive her." Ren Xiaoyao thought Xuan Qingqiu was referring to the matter of stopping him from retrieving his mother's remains. Anyway, he had already explained it to her, and she was no longer stopping him, so what was there to worry about? He nodded emphatically, "As long as you truly like the other person and truly care about them, no matter... no matter what you do, I don't care." By the end, he was openly discussing his feelings for Xuan Qingqiu.
Xuan Qingqiu stared blankly at Ren Xiaoyao for a while, then suddenly buried her pretty face in his clothes, which were wet with her tears, and said in a barely audible voice, "Yes, Qingqiu understands. Qingqiu will never be afraid again."
Ren Xiaoyao gently wiped away the tears left on her pretty face and found that the misty look in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by a thousand sweet feelings and ten thousand tender feelings. Reflected in the bright moonlight, it was more than just beautiful. The atmosphere and the mood were so beautiful that even the hardest steel could be melted by her touch.
Her inner turmoil finally subsided. Though a lingering sadness remained in her eyes, a passion bloomed like a flower in the shadows, expressing a fervent love for life and an unwavering pursuit of love beyond worldly concerns. Like a ray of moonlight piercing the dark sky, radiant and dazzling, even Ren Xiaoyao, with his years of experience among beauties, was stunned by her unparalleled, ethereal beauty.
For a long, long time, Ren Xiaoyao reluctantly released Xuan Qingqiu. The feeling of her bouncy, soft breasts remained vividly etched on his chest.
"It's almost time, I... I should go."
"Yes, come back soon... soon." A gentle breeze blew, causing Xuan Qingqiu's robes to flutter, her slender waist seemingly bending in the wind, her light shirt clinging to her body, revealing the beautiful, full contours of her breasts. With her soft, heavenly voice, she spoke of parting in a captivating, musical tone.
Ren Xiaoyao's heart fluttered, and he almost rushed forward to embrace her again. Fortunately, remembering that the beauty's inner turmoil had been resolved, and that there would be plenty of opportunities for tender moments after retrieving the bones, he forcibly suppressed his impulse and turned to leave.
Watching his receding figure, Xuan Qingqiu let out a soft sigh, tilting her head slightly to gaze at the bright moon high in the night sky, about to be obscured by dark clouds. Letting her hair flutter in the wind, she murmured, "Master, this is the last time I will serve the Holy Sect. My heart belongs to Brother Ren from now on..." (

Volume 43, Chapter 13: The Perilous Avalanche

) The Tianshan Mountains were in sight.
Ren Xiaoyao mounted his horse, gazing into the distance. Countless towering peaks, perpetually covered in snow and ice, shimmered with a silvery glow under the sunlight, appearing majestic, solemn, and mysterious.
To prevent the Asura Sect from noticing his departure through the number of horses, Ren Xiaoyao did not ride a horse, but instead, like his master, relied solely on his two legs to complete these journeys. The ten-mile sprint was different; Meng Fei had carried him back then, while Ren Xiaoyao carried a black brocade bag used to hold his mother's remains.
His Free and Easy Movement Technique had reached a level of divine and demonic transformation, aided by his innate supreme internal energy, making him faster than a galloping horse and swift as a tiger or leopard—unmatched throughout history. The once-renowned "Silver Wing Iron Palm," hailed as the best light-footed martial artist in the world, had to run for a full day and night to reach the village from the Tianshan Mountains; Ren Xiaoyao, at his peak, could do it in a maximum of four hours.
To conserve his physical strength, mental energy, and willpower for unforeseen circumstances, Ren Xiaoyao didn't push his speed to its maximum. Instead, he focused on minimizing travel time while ensuring his concealment and avoiding detection—safety first, time second. His priority was retrieving the remains and returning to the summit. Even if the Asura Sect saw through Long Feiyun's disguise and sent their entire army to intercept her, they wouldn't be able to stop her!
The sun was past noon when the view suddenly opened up.
Passing through verdant mountain grasslands, crossing dense primeval forests, and traversing deep, narrow stone gorges, a picturesque lake with shimmering blue waters appeared before them.
Heavenly Lake!
The water in the lake was formed from melted snow and ice, crystal clear and transparent. Pine trees stood tall around the lake, and sunlight filtered through their dense foliage, creating a kaleidoscope of colors—a beauty beyond description.
It was early spring, and the melting snow on the shore poured into the lake, causing the previously snow-covered, rugged rocks to seem to emerge from the snow layer, becoming the inexhaustible source of Heavenly Lake's water.
Streams crisscrossed among the trees and rocks, trickling gently and quietly, seemingly untouched by human hands. In this fairyland of the world, the calm, clear lake reflects the green mountains and snow-capped peaks, along with the towering spruce, birch, and willow trees on the surrounding slopes, creating a beautiful picture.
The scenery is enchanting, like a fairyland, soothing and intoxicating. Legend has it that Tianchi is the "Jade Pool," the place where the Queen Mother of the West gathered the immortals for the Peach Banquet. According to the "Biography of King Mu," 3,000 years ago, King Mu of the Zhou Dynasty traveled west to the Tianshan Mountains in an "eight-horse chariot," where the Queen Mother of the West received him at Tianchi. King Mu presented her with a large quantity of brocade, silk, and other specialties from the Central Plains, while the Queen Mother of the West reciprocated with rare treasures from the Tianshan Mountains and invited him to tour the scenic spots. King Mu personally inscribed "Mountain of the Queen Mother of the West" as a memento. Upon parting, the Queen Mother of the West repeatedly urged him to drink, and on the spot sang: "May you live a long life, and may you come again."
Ren Xiaoyao, observing this, was inspired to write a poem: "The Queen Mother of the West leans against the window, the song of the yellow bamboo echoes mournfully. The eight steeds travel thirty thousand miles a day, why does King Mu not return?" He imagined that once the four barbarians submitted and external threats were eliminated, he would take his many wives and live in seclusion here, spending his days with the green mountains and clear waters, enjoying all the pleasures of life. To
reach the summit of Tianshan, one must circle around the western shore of Tianchi Lake to its southern end, and ascend the Dadonggou Valley.
The Dadonggou Valley is gentle and open, with dense spruce trees on the valley floor and shady slopes, and shrubs covering the sunny slopes, creating a vibrant scene.
Ren Xiaoyao strolled up a small hill, looking around at the surrounding scenery. He was surrounded by layers of towering peaks, lush greenery, and abundant water plants. The terrain opened up amidst the winding mountains and rivers, with lush greenery everywhere, including gentians and asters. Golden lotuses, silver lotuses… countless wildflowers bloom in profusion, their vibrant colors adorning the green carpet into a beautiful, colorful tapestry. Along the flat riverbanks, on the raised ancient glacial moraines, and on the sunny slopes of the mountains, herds of cattle and sheep graze, pastoral songs fill the air, and argali, snow leopards, lynxes, Tian Shan deer, and Tian Shan antelopes roam freely, creating a lively scene.
Here are many renowned hot springs, their waters gentle and nourishing, their steam rising thick and smooth like milk, highly beneficial for women's skin, making it moist and delicate, and possessing miraculous health benefits.
Ren Xiaoyao closed his eyes, imagining Xuan Qingqiu during the winter solstice… Shedding her garments, revealing a flawless, alabaster-like body, she bathed in the hot spring. Sweat beaded on her forehead, a delicate blush rising to her skin, her chest and cheeks as if stained with rose petals, further emphasizing her smooth, translucent skin… The rising steam, combined with the falling snowflakes, created a scene of ethereal beauty, like a fairyland descended to earth, a transcendent and otherworldly realm. She was none other than Chang'e, the moon goddess, descended to the mortal world.
Ascending the ridge, majestic glaciers and moraines were everywhere. The granodiorites were steep and precipitous, while the glaciers themselves were relatively gentle, crisscrossed by a dense network of crevasses. The glacier surface was covered with rocks of varying sizes, allowing people to walk on them. Above the glacier lie countless glacial lakes of unfathomable depth, crevasses hundreds of meters deep, and glacial wonders such as pale blue melting caves, ice stalactites, crystal walls, ice towers, ice cones, ice mushrooms, ice tables, and subglacial rivers.
The ice surface is covered with glacial erratics of all sizes. In summer, intense melting creates numerous glacial channels, the largest three to four meters wide and five to six meters deep, their roaring waters never ceasing.
Ren Xiaoyao, with his exceptional eyesight, had a panoramic view of the glacial landscape and couldn't help but utter the sixteen-character praise: "Silver peaks rise angrily, icy streams fill valleys, all mountains bow in reverence, it alone reigns supreme."
"Boom!" A deafening roar, like thunder, suddenly erupted.
Countless bubbles burst forth from the crisscrossing glaciers on the hillside—a sign of the ice cracking. Then came billowing dust, a thick white mist, and the incessant cracking of ice.
Ren Xiaoyao was startled. Looking up, he saw snow dust billowing and cascading down in the distance, creating snow waves several meters to tens of meters high. The rising snow mist ascended and spread like a mushroom cloud.
An avalanche!!!
Ren Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat.
Before him lay a vast expanse of white, the deafening sound of ice shattering like popping beans.
In the distance, a massive cliff lay across... Ahead, tons of ice and snow cascaded down like a volcanic eruption. Upon hitting the cliffs, they were sent flying like marbles, arcing through the valley like meteors, raining down on him like a deluge. The
Tianshan Mountains are piled high with unfathomable depths of millennia-old ice and snow, especially in the direction he was climbing, where countless icy and avalanche "grooves" lurk, making it the most dangerous area in the entire mountain range. Almost every year, massive ice and avalanches occur, their roar audible from hundreds of miles away; any creature caught in them would rather die!
Meng Fei and Mei Ruoxue were able to safely reach the summit because it was the dead of winter, when the ice and snow were frozen solid, making the chance of an avalanche extremely low. Thus, their journey was safe and uneventful. Ren Xiaoyao, however, arrived in early spring, just as the ice and snow were beginning to melt, making it unsurprising that he encountered a massive avalanche.
Ren Xiaoyao possessed unparalleled lightness skills and the world's best body technique. He could sense the avalanche's movements without even looking, relying solely on his sixth sense, thus avoiding the danger of being blinded by the snow fog. He could have fully unleashed his abilities to challenge the power of nature and see whether "the might of heaven is unpredictable" or "human will can conquer nature."
But he chose to avoid it.
Retrieving his mother's remains was the priority; fighting the heavens? There would be plenty of opportunities later.
Ren Xiaoyao leaped to the edge of a nearby cliff, grabbed a protruding stalagmite with one hand, and hung upside down beneath the suspended rock, letting countless massive ice blocks howl and shatter in the gale.
In an instant, a deafening thunderous roar echoed through the ravine, reverberating through the mountains. Snow and mud cascaded down, and as far as the eye could see, millstone-sized ice and snow tumbled down the cliffs, rolling overhead and flying past…
This was a rare spectacle, both terrifying and breathtakingly magnificent, its thunderous roar audible even a hundred miles away.
Even Ren Xiaoyao, a peerless hero, felt a tremor in his heart.
Suddenly, a deafening crash resounded from the cliff, and a massive block of ice plummeted down.
The ice was astonishingly large, like a small mountain, suddenly appearing from the sky and crashing down on the cliff with a deafening roar, shattering into countless fragments. The shockwave even shook the hundred-foot-long, protruding cliff face
. He gripped a stalagmite with one hand and braced himself against it with the other,
his body swaying violently, revealing just how intensely the entire mountain was shaking!
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were also blinded by the fierce wind, and he could feel ice shards flying past all around him, stinging his skin like knives... In his entire life, he had experienced countless great battles, but never had he faced such peril! His life hung by a thread, like being on the edge of a precipice; the slightest lapse in his grip would send him plummeting from the towering peak!
His innate supreme qi was fully activated, his Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin energy was fully unleashed, his sixth sense was fully awakened...
Ren Xiaoyao, with superhuman courage and exceptional cultivation, finally managed to hold on.
The wind and snow had stopped, the sky was clear, and looking up, the summit was clearly visible, like an enormous gemstone, sparkling and dazzling against the blue sky and white clouds—so alluring, yet so unattainable!
Facing him was a vast glacier, with huge granite boulders rising from it, supported by a mountain-like ice block, its shape remarkably like a giant mushroom.
The sun blazed overhead, casting a shimmering, clear light. Snow-capped peaks rose everywhere, their steep cliffs clad in silver armor, shimmering against the azure sky.
Emerald glaciers and jewel-like ice towers created a breathtaking, unparalleled spectacle!
It was a masterpiece of nature, a divine realm conjured up on earth!
Yet, this divine realm was also so desolate, so cold!
Ren Xiaoyao, with his exceptional eyesight, could clearly see everything within several miles, but aside from listening to his own breathing, he saw no living thing and felt himself suffocating.
A vast expanse of white stretched before him. A dozen or so feet away, a higher and steeper cliff rose, its long slope dotted with narrow cracks in the snow, like the veins of a leaf, covering the icy slope. Climbing this slope, a moment's carelessness would send him tumbling into the cracks, forever buried beneath the ice…
Because of his extremely limited knowledge of the Tianshan Mountains, Ren Xiaoyao had mistakenly chosen the most treacherous western slope. Adding to the difficulty, a rare avalanche had completely altered the terrain, making the ascent many times more challenging than what Meng Fei and Mei Ruoxue had faced.
Yet, Ren Xiaoyao mustered his courage and continued his ascent relentlessly.
He shook off the snow, shedding all attachments and memories of the world, leaving the world below, along with Xuan Qingqiu and his many wives, behind.
Only one thought occupied his mind:
to retrieve his mother's remains, to bury her alongside his father, fulfilling their final wish. (He had already fulfilled his dream of pacifying the martial world and restoring order to the Jianghu.)
A straight, vertical ice fissure blocked his path. The fissure was deep and narrow, like a vertical "ice alley." Unable to find a way out, Ren Xiaoyao had no choice but to crawl inside.
The "alley" was dark and gloomy. Although the cold light of the ice and snow above shone through, the path ahead was barely visible; he could only rely on his sixth sense to orient himself.
The environment was so harsh that even someone of Yi Tianhan's or Fu Longyuan's caliber would be exhausted, their limbs numb, forced to stop, sit cross-legged, and regulate their breathing. However, his innate supreme qi was inexhaustible (his eight acupoints only felt weak when facing the 'Heavenly Calamity Fire,' a demonic art that was almost yang within yang and possessed a draining effect, for an extended period).
This is a protruding mountain valley area, where the wind is strongest. The gale-force winds whip up the snow, making it difficult to move forward. The peaks of the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow all year round, but only the peaks on the western slope are frequently blown by the gale-force winds. On the eastern side of the peak after crossing Binghutong, which is the side of the mountain directly facing Ren Xiaoyao, the snow has been blown away by the wind, revealing ochre rocks that are out of harmony with the surrounding scenery, adding to the desolate and lonely feeling, and making people feel frightened! "
A fierce northwest wind lashed against the rock walls of the North Peak and the main peak, howling and churning with a torrential downpour of ice shards and snow pellets, forming a powerful whirlwind that seemed poised to blow climbers off the mountain.
Ren Xiaoyao gasped for breath, but still felt his chest tighten and he couldn't catch his breath. Only after rapidly circulating his internal energy did he regain
his composure. At this moment, the western slope of Tianshan was truly an unparalleled and perilous sight. Besides the long, steep ice slope, two hundred-zhang-high cliffs lay across it. Thick white clouds filled the silvery peaks of Mount Everest, drifting like wisps of smoke that would disperse at the touch. Several agile eagles circled above the cliffs.
Suddenly..." A mountain eagle plummeted straight down from the clouds, apparently because the fog obscured its vision and it struck a sharp rock on the precipice.

Volume 43, Chapter 14: A Place of Death . At

the summit of Tianshan Mountain, a howling wind raged.
Solid ice stood tall, snow blanketed the landscape, and the azure glaciers, like colorful ribbons, cascaded down from the peak, framing the white slopes and shimmering brilliantly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
This was where his mother had thrown herself to her death!
Ren Xiaoyao gathered his strength, surveyed the surrounding area, and, confirming there were no higher peaks, slowly walked towards the summit with a heart full of remembrance and sorrow.
Beside a massive, mushroom-shaped ice formation stood a stone tablet.
"Mei Ruoxue, the twelfth Holy Maiden of the Asura Sect, was exceptionally talented and virtuous, possessing extraordinary beauty and grace. Her virtue and gentleness were outstanding, and she was known for her filial piety. Tragically, she passed away at the young age of twenty-one. The entire sect mourns her passing. — Erected by Sect Leader Jiang Zhenning on an auspicious day in the seventh month of the first year of the Tonghe era, the year of Wuwu."
Upon seeing this, Ren Xiaoyao was instantly enraged.
"Ghostly Lord! You clearly forced my mother to her death, yet you have the audacity to erect a monument here!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, his eyes blazing with fury. With a "whoosh," he drew his Ice Soul Frost Sword.
"Boom—" With a deafening roar, the tombstone shattered, exploding into countless fragments that scattered across the sky in the howling wind.
"Mother, your son has come to fetch you!"
At the same time, Ren Xiaoyao knelt on the ground, covering his face with one hand, sobbing uncontrollably. Twenty
-three years later, in that harsh winter, atop this towering Tianshan Mountain, his mother, with her frail body as a woman, had single-handedly held off the four Asura Envoys, buying his master and himself the chance to break free of the encirclement…
The son escaped the perilous place, but the mother, exhausted and surrounded with no hope of escape, chose to throw herself off a cliff, choosing death to follow her husband, perishing in the vast snow-covered land.
Twenty-three years have passed.
Every Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival, he would see his master, Fei Yun, and Mei Nai burning paper money and incense to commemorate their loved ones. Although he never forgot to pay homage to "Senior Ren," he was completely unaware that he was his biological father, and he completely neglected his mother, who had sacrificed everything for him, leaving her soul in the Tianshan Mountains, still separated from her beloved even in death!
As a son, he had failed to fulfill his filial duty for twenty-three years.
How could he bear to call himself a romantic hero, how could he bear to be revered as the supreme martial artist?
"Mother, your son is too late, your son..."
Ren Xiaoyao banged his head on the ground, weeping blood.
Twenty-three years of solitude on the snowy peaks, twenty-three years of snow-covered, icy landscapes.
Because of his filial impiety, his mother suffered greatly even after her death in the Tianshan Mountains!
“Mother—”
“Why did you ask Master to conceal my birth? Why did you
ask me to not fulfill my filial duties for twenty-three years?” “You were afraid I wouldn’t be able to avenge you, afraid I would die at the hands of the Absolute Killer and the Asura Sect.”
“No, I can avenge you!”
“There is a divine will in the dark, allowing me to learn Father’s Lingxiao Sword Technique at the bottom of Yunwu Valley. The Nine Dragon Jade Wall you left me helped me protect the Tianji Sect, preventing the treacherous and evil forces from destroying the foundation painstakingly established by the founding emperor and the Dragon Sect Master… I am now the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, revered as a saint by the heroes of the Central Plains. I command tens of thousands of elite ninjas from the Japanese ninja world. I am a prince of the Song Dynasty, I…”
“I have inherited Father’s will, I have not let you down!”
"The hatred for my father's murder and my mother's killing—one day I will repay them a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, from the Asura Sect!"
Ren Xiaoyao, his heart pounding, staggered to his feet, his forehead and palms already stained with blood.
"Mother, I'm coming to take you back to the Central Plains, to bring you and Father... to be buried together with Father!"
Ren Xiaoyao choked back tears, taking out the climbing tools he had prepared.
With his unparalleled lightness skill and superb agility, he wouldn't normally need these to scale the cliffs of Tianshan, but to save time and retrieve his mother's remains as quickly as possible, to return to the Central Plains sooner, he was willing to sacrifice everything, even if it meant serious injury and bleeding profusely, as long as he could survive and return to deal with the war launched by the entire Tibetan Empire.
Time was of the essence, and there was no time to linger on the cliff top. After his tearful prayers, Ren Xiaoyao skipped the effort of drilling holes and installing nails to secure the rope dangling to the bottom. He simply used his fingertips to create a row of holes in the millennia-old frozen ice, firmly securing the rope and nails.
"Born to share the same fur, to die to share the same grave, our vows to each other will never end—Father, Mother, the vows you made at your wedding, I will fulfill for you!" With these words, Ren Xiaoyao walked to the edge of the cliff and leaped into the abyss without hesitation. Thick smoke and white mist immediately enveloped him, obscuring his figure completely.
Holding the rope with his left hand, he plummeted straight down, his body cutting through the desolate, cold mist dozens of feet below, shooting towards the bottom of the valley like an arrow released from a bow.
The mountain walls were steep, with protruding ice blocks blocking the way from time to time. Ren Xiaoyao unleashed his true strength, relying on the Ice Soul Frost Sword, which could cut hair with a single blow and slice through iron like mud. He slashed left and right, carving a path through the near-vertical cliffs, covered with dense, solid ice, and gradually approaching the bottomless ice cave beneath the heavy clouds.
The cliff was very, very deep, and the fierce wind howled in his ears. Even with his innate supreme qi protecting him, the wind still felt like knives cutting into his face, threatening to tear his skin apart. His long robe billowed and throbbed in the wind, making deafening "crackling" sounds.
Ren Xiaoyao remained fearless. Except for holding onto the rope with one hand, he used his feet to fly, just like when he retrieved the wooden treasure fruit for Xuan Qingqiu at Ghost Sorrow Cliff. He desperately increased his speed, racing against time at all costs.
Suddenly, Ren Xiaoyao's grip loosened!
The immense force transmitted through the rope suddenly vanished.
What happened?!
Ren Xiaoyao was startled.
With his keen intuition, he immediately realized that the rope had snapped.
How could the rope break?!
This was no ordinary rope; it was specially crafted under Long Feiyun's supervision by forty skilled craftsmen from the Tingyuxuan Crafts Workshop using over a dozen materials, including black gold thread, snow silkworm silk, dragon blood vine, and gastrodia elata vine. It was unbreakable by metal or stone, incredibly tough. No matter how hard or sharp the millennia-old ice was, it could never have worn the rope down.
Moreover…
with his extraordinary sixth sense, if the rope had been broken by solid ice or rock, there would have been no way he wouldn't have sensed it beforehand. Such a sudden, unexpected event…
without a doubt, the rope had been cut!
The Asura Cult?!
Ren Xiaoyao's heart tightened.
Yes, it must be the Asura Cult, otherwise, who else could have escaped the avalanche and followed me to the summit?
No, that's not right. Fei Yun's plan should be flawless, and I've been extremely cautious the whole way. How could this be...
Ah, that's it! With the cunning and shrewdness of the Ghostly Lord, how could he not have sent someone to guard Tianshan? When I was on the ridge, I thought I hadn't thoroughly checked things and then I shouted loudly, thus revealing my presence.
But why would they cut the ropes? Did they
want me to fall to my death?
Impossible!
I was already halfway down, and I have superb lightness skills. It's impossible for
me to die from a fall at the bottom of the cliff. Trapped at the bottom, to freeze to death, to be trapped to death?
Are you kidding me!
With my cultivation level, I'm already immune to heat and cold. To freeze to death... Hmph!
As for being trapped to death?
That's even more absurd.
Although the cliff is steep, the surrounding area is solid ice. Climbing it with bare hands might seem incredible to others, but to them, it's just a matter of using lightness skills.
The reason for cutting the ropes...
there's only one!
To buy time!!!
The main force of the Asura Cult was held up in the village by Fei Yun, and their forces ambushed in Tianshan must be few. If I rushed back to report, I might have already retrieved the remains and escaped safely by the time I returned.
That's why they cut the ropes, delaying my ascent to the summit so they could report back and lure the main force of the Asura Cult to arrive!
Ren Xiaoyao shuddered.
The summit of Tianshan was only so big. If he were blocked by a group of experts like Gui Ming Shen Jun, Tian Jue Di Mie, and the Four Asura Envoys, escape would be difficult.
No, I have to get to the summit immediately. If I chase after them, I'll be wiped out. Otherwise, when I retrieve the remains, I might find a large number of Asura Cult experts.
Ren Xiaoyao's mind raced. He pressed his five fingers against the solid ice, channeling his inner energy, and unleashed a dragon-claw flashlight.
"Boom—" The Xuanbing ice, accumulated over millennia and stronger than metal and stone, shattered with a single touch of his five fingers. The Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin Force instantly transformed his falling momentum into an upward surge, propelling him upwards at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, hurtling towards the cliff top. Every second
counted; there was no time to lose.
Ren Xiaoyao unleashed his full power, leaping and bounding through the penetrating chill, like an eagle soaring, like a roc spreading its wings. His feet crossed, shifting left and right, unleashing the Ascension to Immortality technique in succession. With each leap, his figure rose higher and higher, appearing like a cultivator attaining immortality amidst the clouds, the chill, and the snow.
He held only one belief in his heart.
Kill the treacherous Asura Cult members who went back to report, and never let Ghost Netherworld God-King know that he has arrived here.
In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ren Xiaoyao has already approached the summit.
Because his power is fully unleashed, his spiritual senses are incredibly sharp, and he can hear the noisy commotion on the cliff top from afar.
Just as I expected, those who cut the ropes were indeed members of the Asura Cult.
Ren Xiaoyao is full of energy, his left hand gripping a handful of "Five Snake Bone Needles," his right hand tightly holding the Ice Soul Frost Sword. His figure spun in the air, and in a flash, he leaped to the summit!
His plan was to first use hidden weapons, then unleash his sword techniques, instantly killing all the surrounding enemies.
However, halfway through his attack, Ren Xiaoyao stopped.
Because he simply couldn't kill these people on the summit!
Let alone all of them, even killing just one of them with a single hidden weapon and a single sword technique was impossible.
No, not that he couldn't kill them!
It was impossible to even injure any of them!
Ghost Netherworld God-King, Heavenly Annihilation, and the Four Asura Envoys.
Xu Kong, Xu Jie, Xu Ci.
And...and...
the five assassins who should have been dead long ago: Hen Tian, Fen Ri, Jue Yue, Duo Hun, Zhui Ming, and She Po! !!

Chapter 15 of Volume 43: The Song Dynasty is

About to Perish. Ren Xiaoyao even swayed, almost collapsing on the spot.
"Leader Ren...no, no, I should say Alliance Leader Ren, King Wuling, it's been a long time, a long time."
Hen Tian bowed slightly to him, speaking slowly and thoughtfully with a smile.
Ren Xiaoyao's face turned pale instantly, his eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief.
"You...you weren't struck by Master Tang's 'Three Rivers Night Rain' and knocked off the Broken Heart Cliff!"
"Hahaha! Ren Xiaoyao, Ren Xiaoyao, even you have your moments of brilliance and folly." Hentian laughed loudly, his sharp eyes filled with smugness. "Yes, Tang Yunhe's plan was flawless. He controlled Tang Ruiqing, Tang Maolin, and Tang Yanxiang beforehand, using them to lure my main force to attack the Tang Clan, causing them to run headlong into the inescapable trap set up by the Three Passes of Bamboo Sea, annihilating them and eliminating future troubles..."
Ren Xiaoyao's breathing quickened, interrupting him, "Yes, Master Tang's plan succeeded, the main force was wiped out, and you...even if your martial arts are superb, and you didn't die from falling off the Broken Heart Cliff, then what about them..." Ren Xiaoyao's eyes widened, incredulously scanning the five assassins, his voice trembling, "Why are they also unharmed!" "
You really think that the one who fell off the cliff was me, and the ones who died in the Tang Clan of Shu, Tingyuxuan, and Junshan?"
"What!? You...you mean..."
"The one who fell off the cliff, and the ones who died on the spot—Burning Sun, Absolute Moon, and Soul-Stealing—were all doubles."
"This...how is this possible? Did you see through my plan all along? Did you plan this all along...?"
"Exactly."
"No, no way!" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were bloodshot, he gasped for breath, "My arrangements were flawless, without a single flaw from beginning to end..." "
Indeed, the plan itself is sound. Even if I used it a hundred times, I would fall for it a hundred times. But...hmph!" Hentian, without his mask, stroked his three long wisps of beard and sneered, "Master Ren, you're incredibly intelligent. Could it be that you can't even grasp the crux of this?"
Ren Xiaoyao suddenly jolted, exclaiming, "I have a traitor you planted by my side!"
"Hahaha, not quite there yet, but not far off." "
How could... how could..." Ren Xiaoyao was drenched in sweat, his mouth agape for a long time. If he hadn't been leaning against a piece of Xuanbing behind him, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago. "The only people who know about my plan are the six branch leaders, my master, my third uncle, Senior Yi, Senior Fu, Fei Yun, and Feng Yi... This... it's impossible for any of them... impossible!"
"Stop guessing. Even if you, the Great Alliance Leader Ren, are extremely intelligent, you would never guess that she bought you." A sinister voice rang out from behind the crowd, followed by a group of evil martial arts masters who parted to the sides. Chen Yixi, the personal disciple of the Ghostly Netherworld Lord, led a group of stunningly beautiful young women as they slowly approached.
Their jewel-like eyes and fair skin, radiating an inner and outer beauty, were captivating. Everyone who saw them was immediately struck by their beauty. Though their complexion was slightly pale, they possessed a delicate and pitiful charm that evoked a strong urge in any man to embrace them and cherish them tenderly. They were the kind of captivating beauty that men wanted to take to bed with, yet could not bear to harm.
"Qingqiu!!!" Ren Xiaoyao's body trembled violently, his feet lurching, his left hand instinctively bracing himself back.
"Boom—" The solid ice cracked, and a thin layer of snow powder instantly enveloped the summit of Tianshan Mountain.
"How…how could it be you!?" Ren Xiaoyao felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; his facial muscles stiffened, and his entire body felt as if covered in ice and snow,
rendering him unable to move. "Let me introduce you. This is the eighteenth Holy Maiden of my Asura Sect, and also my personally raised disciple." Ghostly Lord Guiming's expression was expressionless, but his words were like a thunderbolt, each syllable striking Ren Xiaoyao's chest.
"Asura Sect, Holy Maiden!?"
"Yes, like your mother, a Holy Maiden." Ghostly Lord Guiming's eyes sharpened, glancing at the stone tablet shattered by Ren Xiaoyao, and he suddenly erupted in rage, roaring, "Hahaha, Ren Qiaocui, Ren Qiaocui! Back then, you used despicable means to steal my sect's Holy Maiden, causing me a lifetime of loneliness. Now I'll give you another one for your son, so that he will ruin his thousand-year legacy for beauty, and even with divine power, he will still die!!"
Ren Xiaoyao's breath seemed to stop, his gaze vacant as he stared blankly at Xuan Qingqiu. Suddenly, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. "
Brother Ren—" Xuan Qingqiu cried out, but was pulled back by Chen Yixi as she was about to rush over.
"Junior sister, it's come to this, why bother with him!"
"I...I...Brother Ren..." Xuan Qingqiu's cherry lips parted, a thousand words unspoken, and she closed her beautiful eyes helplessly, letting two lines of tears stream down her cheeks.
Ren Xiaoyao looked at Gui Ming Shenjun with suspicion and trembled as he said, "She...she...isn't she the eldest daughter of the Xuanmen? How...how did she become..."
"Now that things have come to this, I'll be frank." It was Hentian who spoke. "The so-called richest man in Suzhou, the Xuan family manor in Tiger Hill, is just one of the four branches of our Absolute Killing organization in Jiangnan, responsible for the organization's financial flow and operation. Xuan Haomiao was created out of thin air, let alone her daughter." "
So she escaped alone, chased by pirates..."
"An act, a performance to deceive you."
"The Five Absolute King Gu, the poisoning can't be fake, right?!"
"Of course it's real, otherwise how could we have fooled the brilliant Alliance Leader Ren?" Ghost Netherworld Lord sneered, his voice sinister, "Initially, we gave Qingqiu the Snow Mountain Shadowless Poison, intending to use her beauty to lure you into having intercourse with her while you were detoxifying, and then use the Yin Xiu Rakshasa Technique to drain all your power. Unexpectedly, you resisted and didn't touch her. To complete the task I gave you, Qingqiu poisoned herself with the Five Absolute King Gu, hoping to gain your sympathy and stay by your side as your top-ranked undercover agent."
Ren Xiaoyao gasped, shocked, "The Five Absolute King Gu is incurable! She...she...she's courting death!"
Chen Yixi laughed, "Our sect's Mani Scripture records a great technique called 'Palace Transfer and Acupoint Relocation,' which allows one to exchange their entire essence and blood with another person, thus removing the Five Absolute Kings. Of course, once 'Palace Transfer and Acupoint Relocation' is used, it will reduce one's lifespan by at least thirty years, and the Yin Cultivation Rakshasa Technique that Junior Sister painstakingly cultivated will also be taken away. In addition, the suffering she endured during the poisoning period is unavoidable—Junior Sister paid such a price only so that you would deeply believe in her tragic life story, and from pity to love, until you want to take her as your private possession, treat her like a wife, keep her by your side at all times, and never hide anything from her when discussing all your plans."
"Brother Guiming, I truly envy you, for raising such a sensible and obedient disciple who thinks of Master and the Holy Sect in everything."
"No! No! Brother Ren, I..." Xuan Qingqiu sobbed, trying to explain.
"Junior sister, now that things have come to this, Ren Xiaoyao is a dead man. What's the point of talking to him?" Chen Yixi interrupted her, his face a picture of smug satisfaction. "Master, in my opinion, we should..." He stopped abruptly as Ren Xiaoyao's sharp, piercing gaze shot towards him, making him feel uneasy.
"That's not right. I would indeed discuss other matters in front of Qingqiu, but... but the ambush and assassination plan was all discussed in heavily guarded halls or secret chambers. She... she... she could never..."
"You told Qingqiu that 'once the assassination is quelled, we will go to Tianshan to retrieve my mother's remains and bury her with my father,' didn't you?" Guiming Shenjun said, causing both Ren Xiaoyao and Xuan Qingqiu to tremble. "The assassination's strength is widespread throughout the world. Without absolute certainty and a perfect plan to ensure their defeat, would you, as the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, with such a heavy responsibility, easily tell a woman such unrealistic things that cannot be achieved in a short time?"
"Although your many wives, following your orders, didn't tell Qingqiu the whole plan, they've always been completely unguarded, treating her like a sister. Their conversations have always subtly revealed some details." Despite his indifferent tone, a cold smile widened at the corners of Hentian's mouth. "Although the Divine Lord's precious disciple didn't deliver the full message, your boast and the details she passed on to me are enough for me to see through your entire plan.
"So you found thousands of scapegoats, creating the illusion of annihilation, to deceive me… deceive me…" Ren Xiaoyao felt a chill run down his spine, unable to even finish his sentence. "
To deceive you into thinking the martial world was at peace, that you could confidently come and retrieve your mother's remains." "Hentian laughed heartily, following up on his words, "They say pride comes before a fall, and you, Ren Xiaoyao, are no exception. I sacrificed three or four thousand lives to elevate you to the supreme martial arts world, and you abandoned your teaching duties to rush to find your mother's remains."
"Three or four thousand, you...you're so ruthless!"
Hentian's voice turned cold, slowly saying each word, "Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles. So what if I sacrificed half of Juesha's strength? Otherwise, I could have tricked you into this trap, otherwise, I could have trapped you here, with no way out!"
"You..." Ren Xiaoyao was so angry that he swayed precariously.
Guiming Shenjun revealed a profound and cold smile: "Originally, we planned to gather the power of the Asura Sect, the Maitreya Sect, and Juesha to ambush you all in Tianshan, to wipe you out in one fell swoop. I didn't expect...hmph, you're truly benevolent and compassionate, even going so far as to care for the Tibetan herdsmen, coming to Tianshan alone." "Alright, we'll send you to the Yellow Springs first, then deal with Yi Tianhan and Fu Longyuan!"
Tian Jue interjected, "Master, killing those old geezers is fine, but what about Ren Xiaoyao's women..."
"I don't care for women. If you fancy any, cripple their martial arts and take them back for a thorough training."
The crowd chuckled lewdly.
Xu Kong chuckled, "I've long heard that Princess Feng Wu has a photographic memory and knows everything about the stories of the martial world and the wonders of the martial arts world. I wonder if she's familiar with our sect's Joyful Zen Attack." Then he sighed, "Alas, it's a pity that she's already been deflowered by Master Ren. Otherwise, wouldn't it be wonderful to cultivate together with this humble monk?"
Xu Ci lewdly echoed, "Yes, undeflowered girls are the best. Their holes are tight and tender, and it feels incredibly comfortable to fuck them. It's very beneficial to our sect's divine skills." "His words were obscene, no less so than those of a lecherous womanizer.
Under normal circumstances, if anyone dared to blaspheme Long Feiyun like this, Ren Xiaoyao would have already drawn his sword and torn him to pieces. But now he could not act rashly, because everyone present was a top expert. The cultivation of Guiming Shenjun, Hentian, and Xukong was comparable to his own. The other five assassins, Tianjuedidid, Shura Sishi, Xujie, and Xuci, were not easy to deal with within a dozen moves. The only consequence of rashly attacking was death!"
Guiming Shenjun said indifferently, "If you want a beautiful virgin, that's easy too. Once we have pacified the Central Plains, there are so many beautiful daughters from noble families and aristocratic clans. You can take them as you please." "
Ren Xiaoyao exclaimed in surprise, "Ghostly Lord, you swore an oath never to be an enemy of the Central Plains again..."
Ghostly Lord's gaze suddenly sharpened, coldly staring at him, "Yes, I did say I wouldn't be an enemy of the Central Plains martial arts alliance, but did I say I wouldn't be an enemy of the Song Dynasty court?"
"The court! You... what are you going to do!?" "
The four kingdoms of Khitan, Western Xia, Tibet, and Goryeo have reached an agreement to simultaneously send troops to attack the Song Dynasty. The Khitan army will number one million, the Western Xia army four hundred thousand, the Tibetan army three hundred thousand, and the Goryeo army three hundred thousand, totaling two million troops. The Asura Sect, the Absolute Kill Sect, the Maitreya Sect, the Ghost Sorrow Mansion, the Tangut Society, and other martial arts organizations will naturally also contribute."
"What!? Tibet... Tibet is willing to harm its own people to attack the Song Dynasty!!!" "
And then there's the four-nation alliance, two million troops, plus..."
Ren Xiaoyao trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, his face turning deathly pale.
The Ghostly Lord laughed wildly, his evil aura surging: "With you, Ren Xiaoyao, dead, the Heavenly Extreme Sect and the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance are leaderless, fearless. The Tangut Society has also sent experts to assassinate Yang Yanzhao at the Three Passes. The Song Dynasty has lost both of you; the vast fertile lands and the boundless rivers and mountains will all be ours, hahaha!"

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