Rebirth of a Stunning Beauty (Complete) - 7

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~Chapter One: The Legend of the Demonic Eye, Section Three~

The Third Young Master was unaware that he possessed the "Asura Demonic Eye"—in fact, he had never even heard of it.

Therefore, his interest in the Asura Demonic Eye far surpassed that of the so-called most terrifying expert.

Qiao Wei and Uncle Li exchanged a glance, pondered for a moment, and then Qiao Wei spoke: "Third Young Master, do you know why only Old Li and I remain of our four great demons? And why the Demonic Sect suddenly split into four factions when its power was at its peak?"

The Third Young Master replied: "If I knew, would I be asking you? Be straightforward, tell me. Stop with the riddles; I hate riddles."

Qiao Wei said: "Actually, it all happened ten years ago that night. That dark and windy night, all was silent, the wind was biting cold… that melancholy night, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, the wind whistling…"

Qiao Wei, in a low voice, recounted the events of the night of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month ten years ago, as if telling a ghost story.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the next day would be New Year's Eve, but on that very night, the Four Great Demons

suffered a crushing defeat at the Demonic Sect's headquarters. The Four Great Demons, due to their immense power, had usurped the power of the then-leader of the Demonic Sect. The Demonic Sect leader, unwilling to relinquish power, secretly cultivated a group of loyal young men, among whom the current leader, Ximen Wudi, was the most favored disciple of the former leader.

That night, the Four Great Demons were drinking and making merry at the headquarters, preparing for the upcoming New Year's Eve. However, at midnight, when they were nearly finished drinking, the former leader suddenly launched an attack, using a group of elite young disciples to kill all of the Four Great Demons' guards and completely surround them within the headquarters.

Normally, given the Four Great Demons' abilities, even an army of 100,000 might not be able to hold them off if they joined forces, let alone the former leader's less than 200 trusted elite soldiers.

Just as the four demons successfully broke through the encirclement, a mysterious expert suddenly appeared, crippling Liang Hanwei (Heavenly Demon Meteor) and Qi Dasheng (Earthly Demon Ruthless) within three moves.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Ximen Wudi killed Liang Hanwei and Qi Dasheng, and then recaptured Qiao Qitian and Li Guding.

After defeating Liang Hanwei and Qi Dasheng, the mysterious expert turned and left without a trace; no one saw his face or even his figure clearly.

However, judging from the expressions of Ximen Wudi and his young disciples, they were extremely respectful to the mysterious figure, even more so than to the old sect leader. With

two of the four demons gone, the myth of their invincibility was shattered. The old sect leader and Ximen Wudi, working together, could fight Qiao Qitian and Li Guding to a draw. With the addition of their elite disciples, Qiao and Li were defeated, severely injured, and fled.

During their escape, they swore a solemn oath to no longer believe in the demon gods and to sever all ties with the demonic sect. After recovering from their injuries, the two went their separate ways, living in anonymity.

Qiao Wei, still shaken, said, "That mysterious master's speed was inhuman. I, Lao Li, Lao Liang, Lao Qi, and I formed a four-man attack formation, but he broke through and defeated Lao Liang and Lao Qi in three moves."

Uncle Li continued, "We didn't even see how he made his moves, he was too fast… and his movements were too simple, without any fancy tricks, just a punch, a kick, no follow-up moves, relying solely on speed!" As

they spoke, they exchanged a glance, both former renowned masters of the martial arts world seeing fear in each other's eyes.

"If that mysterious expert had continued to target me and Lao Li, none of us four great demons would be left today." Qiao Wei took a sip of wine and said in a muffled voice, "We still don't understand why he left after defeating Lao Liang and Lao Qi. After our combined attack formation was broken, killing me and Lao Li would have been as easy as turning his hand."

"Later, the old leader carried out a large-scale purge of our four great demons' confidants throughout the demonic sect, causing a major internal strife within the demonic sect. This gave the righteous people an opportunity to launch an offensive on New Year's Eve, wiping out seventy or eighty percent of the demonic sect's forces, causing the demonic sect to decline and the righteous sects to dominate the world."

"The four invincible demons, working together, were defeated in three moves?" The Third Young Master seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and slowly said, "So, even if my father and uncle joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for that person?"

Qiao Wei nodded firmly: "Old Li and I, working together, should be able to defeat your father. Your uncle and father are only about equal, and even if they joined forces, they would be slightly inferior to the four of us working together. They definitely wouldn't be a match for that mysterious expert."

"This..." The Third Young Master pondered for a moment, then said, "What does this have to do with me? That mysterious master only made a move once ten years ago, like a fleeting moment, and then disappeared without a trace. Otherwise, with his skills, wouldn't he have already made a name for himself in the martial arts world and dominated it? He probably died suddenly from a heart attack or something, right?"

Qiao Wei shook his head and said, "Old Li and I also find it strange. Logically speaking, if that mysterious master really did roam the martial arts world, then everyone else would be out of a job. But why did he only appear once and then never show up again?"

Uncle Li said, "Perhaps it's true, as Third Young Master said, that mysterious master died suddenly from an illness!"

Third Young Master laughed heartily, "For those who roam the martial world, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, it's useless. If they don't know how to make money, they might starve to death. Of course, if they become bandits, they won't starve to death. But that mysterious master's martial arts skills were so high that even as a bandit, he could become the number one bandit in the world. He wouldn't be so unknown. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known that such a person ever existed in the martial world! Don't think about it anymore, that person is already dead, yes, that's it, dead."

"But in recent years, the new leader of the Demonic Sect, Ximen Wudi, has made a comeback. Below him are the four guardians of 'Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning,' and the four 'Heinous' demonic envoys—all legendary masters whose names are only heard of, never seen. The Demonic Sect's prestige is rising daily, and it's very likely that another war between good and evil will break out..."

"What does that have to do with me?" the Third Young Master said disdainfully. "They fight their lives, I'm with my women. We're not on the same path, there's no conflict."

"But I think that the Demonic Sect is very likely behind this frame-up, Third Young Master," Qiao Wei said in a deep voice. "The Demonic Sect has always aspired to dominate the world—a true domination, not just being respected in the martial arts world, but changing dynasties and becoming the supreme ruler of the land! Ximen Wudi may very well want to be emperor, and the first obstacle to dominating the world is the righteous path of the martial arts world. As the leaders of the righteous path, the Xiaoyao Manor and the Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Fortress are naturally their primary targets for elimination or annexation."

"What did you say?" The Third Young Master was furious. "It's none of my business if Ximen Wudi wants to be emperor, but he's ruined my reputation so badly and is trying to drag Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress into this mess. I have no choice but to deal with it! What do you mean by 'tolerable what is intolerable'? Yes, I used to be able to tolerate it, but after learning the truth, I can't!"

Qiao Wei said, "Exactly. Young Master, you are a man of great talent and strategy, one of the smartest people in the world. How can you be fooled by those villains? In my opinion, we should turn the tables and wipe out the Demonic Sect!"

The Third Young Master thought for a moment and said, "Wipe out the Demonic Sect? Brother Wei, that doesn't seem very interesting, does it? We should either teach them a lesson or simply explain things to them and let them know..." "Let them rebel, I'll just go after my girls. Let them leave me alone, and I won't bother them either. But if they ruin my reputation, they have to pay for it. I don't want money, they can offer me beauties, and I won't bother them anymore. So, Brother Wei, aren't you and Uncle Li familiar with Ximen Wudi? Talk to him and make him apologize and compensate me for emotional distress. Hmm, also make sure he doesn't cause trouble for Xiaoyao Manor and the Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Alliance again, and then we'll call it a day." Uncle

Li said, "Third Young Master, I'm afraid this matter can't be resolved so simply. As the saying goes, 'How can one tolerate another sleeping soundly beside one's bed?' Ximen Wudi wants to dominate the world, and Xiaoyao Manor and the Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Alliance are thorns in his side, they must be removed!"

"Is it that serious?" Third Young Master was skeptical. "He really dares to take such a huge risk fighting against the forces of Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress?"

Qiao Wei said, "Ximen Wudi doesn't do unprofitable business. But he can control others to fight against Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress. This martial arts tournament might be manipulated by Ximen Wudi behind the scenes!"

Third Young Master thought about it carefully again and said, "Brother Wei, Uncle Li, we've said so much, but it all seems like speculation, right? We don't have any evidence at all. How did we end up trapping Ximen Wudi again?" "A fabricated charge? That's not good, is it? This will cause me a lot of trouble!"

Uncle Li smiled darkly and said, "If there's a charge, we'll deal with him; if there isn't, we'll fabricate one and still deal with him! Third Young Master, don't you want to take Ximen Wudi's place? The Demonic Sect is full of beauties~~~"

The Third Young Master's eyes lit up and he asked, "How so?"

Uncle Li said, "To have three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, you need immense power. The Great Qin Empire has the current Emperor... " "Emperor Ying, the Holy Ruler of a Thousand Ages. But secretly, the one who controls the underground underworld is the Demonic Sect! The Demonic Sect leader's identity is equivalent to an underground emperor. Although he can't openly have three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, he can still do it secretly."

Qiao Wei tempted, "Third Young Master, if you want to openly have three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, it's not difficult. The Great Qin Empire hasn't been very peaceful these past few years! The martial arts world is in chaos, countless people are killing in the streets, corrupt officials are everywhere, and there are even more ruthless bandits who occupy the mountains." Like hairs on a cow. The floods of the two rivers, the severe drought in the northwest, and the earthquake in the Nanling Mountains have killed and injured millions of civilians, leaving widespread famine and despair. Yet, the relief funds allocated by the court are either robbed by bandits or embezzled by corrupt officials, plunging the people into misery and leading to numerous uprisings and rebellions…”

Uncle Li said, “As the saying goes, when a nation is about to perish, there will be monstrous signs. Now, monstrous signs are everywhere, and the Emperor of Qin is already old and frail, his days numbered. Once this emperor of a thousand ages passes away, the world will inevitably descend into chaos. What will become of you then, Third Young Master? You should think carefully!”

“Three palaces, six courtyards, seventy-two concubines…”

“All the beauties of the world are at your disposal…”

~Chapter One: The Legend of the Demon Eye, Section Four~

The Third Young Master laughed heartily: "Well said! A man should have lofty ambitions and a bright future! What's so good about being a womanizer? You're constantly being chased by women and their families. What's so good about being a Casanova? Acting is too tiring and expensive! Speaking of which, my Xiaoyao Manor's courtyard is too small; compared to the imperial harem, it's completely insignificant! Not to boast, but I can't be a wise ruler, but I certainly have a unique talent for being a decadent and licentious tyrant!"

Qiao Wei nodded in approval: "What you say is very true, Young Master! A man should drink fine wine, wield a famous sword, and even when he's with a woman, he should do it with utmost care ." "The most famous beauty in the world. Just imagine, if you, young master, held absolute power, let alone one emperor and two empresses, even one emperor with ten empresses, or one emperor with thirty empresses, as long as your palace bed is big enough, you could sleep with as many women as you wanted each night! And which of those beauties would dare not fawn over you? Which one would dare to chase after you with a sword? You wouldn't even need to use any sleeping pills!"

The Third Young Master suddenly stood up, stretched out his right hand, put his left hand on his hip, and pointed at the world, loudly proclaiming, "I will use my invincible golden spear to conquer... a vast harem!"

Qiao Wei and Uncle Li praised in unison, "Good, ambitious, a true hero!"

The Third Young Master suddenly changed his expression, coldly snorting, "Damn it, do they all think I'm a child?" "Young Master, I was just putting on an act with you all! You were just scheming about how to stop Ximen Wudi from dominating the world, and now you're instigating me to rebel. Don't think I don't know the law; rebellion is a capital offense punishable by confiscation of property, extermination of the entire family, and execution of nine generations of relatives!"

Uncle Li laughed, "Third Young Master, you are mistaken. I, Old Li, consider myself quite skilled in judging people. The moment I saw you, Third Young Master, I knew you were a genius. In terms of appearance, you possess an indescribable affability, yet when angry, you inspire awe and your authority is awe-inspiring. In terms of character, you are utterly despicable and shameless, the very essence of a kingly talent. In terms of wisdom and martial arts, you are exceptionally gifted. Moreover," Uncle Li suddenly became serious, his face turning solemn. The local narrator said, "When a nation is about to perish, a monster will inevitably emerge. You, the Third Young Master of the Qin family, are the greatest monster under heaven!"

Qiao Wei added, "Indeed, according to legend, when the 'Asura Demon Eye' appears, corpses pile up like mountains, blood flows like rivers, the stars shift, and the earth changes!"

Uncle Li pressed on, "The mountains of corpses and the rivers of blood refer to the great slaughter and conquest before a change of dynasty. The shifting of stars and the change of the earth refer to the fall of the old emperor and the birth of the new emperor, with a new Son of Heaven ruling the world!"

Qiao Wei said, "Therefore, if you, Third Young Master, do not have such ambition, you will inevitably become a pawn in someone else's hands, a tool for someone else to dominate. But if you, Third Young Master, have such ambition, you can create your own world!"

"What exactly is the 'Asura Demon Eye'?" The Third Young Master asked in a deep voice, deeply shocked.

"The 'Asura Demon Eye' is just a legend," Qiao Wei said. "It's said to have been passed down by the high priest of the previous dynasty, Taigong Wang, before the last great chaos in the world. The previous dynasty ruled for eight hundred years, but in the end, the world fell into chaos and split into seven. Before his death, Taigong Wang said that the world's affairs, after a long period of division, will eventually unite, and after a long period of unity, will eventually divide. The Asura Demon Eye will appear after the great chaos and unity, at which time the world will fall into chaos again."

"Those who possess the 'Asura Demon Eye' can see frozen plains, blood-stained earth, mountains of white bones, and the blood-red hands of Asura laughing wildly in their eyes. You can't see these things yourself, but the person who looks into your eyes will see them clearly when you make a killing move. That's why so many people, after making eye contact with someone, are either scared to death or simply don't have the strength to fight you."

"He who possesses the 'Asura Demon Eye' will rule the world—this is a prophecy left by the High Priest. But no one knows whether this prophecy means that obtaining the person who possesses the Asura Demon Eye will rule the world, or that possessing the Asura Demon Eye alone will rule the world. That's why the Demon Sect Master, Ximen Wudi, went to such great lengths to deal with you. He wants you, but he also fears that the prophecy's interpretation is the second one, so he also wants to destroy you."

"You have no other choice now," Uncle Li concluded. "Either you retire from the martial world, living in anonymity and oblivion, then you won't be able to get your hands on that woman. Or you rise up in rebellion, first wipe out the demonic sects, then unify the martial world, and finally rise to power when the world is truly in chaos, devouring the world! From then on, all the beauties in the world are yours to pick, as many as you want!"

The Third Young Master was finally stirred up by these two old foxes, grabbing a wine jar and downing the entire jar in one gulp, exclaiming excitedly, "I never thought I was chosen by fate! Hahaha... Fate, you're really something else, give me a break!" "Such a magnificent life! Fine, since it's destiny, I, this young master, will act in accordance with it! All you beauties of the world, just you wait! Once I hold power, damn it, I'll make you pose however I want! I'll make you moan however I want! Anyone who dares to resist, I'll kill them all! Anyway, all the beauties of the world will belong to me alone, and I can have as many as I want! Wahahaha..."

Qiao Wei helplessly transmitted his voice to Uncle Li: "Old Li, there's nothing we can do. The Third Young Master has always had a taste for that kind of thing. If we don't seduce him with beauties, he'll never let us encourage him."

"Yes," Uncle Li also transmitted his voice: "Three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines—that's something every man dreams of. Not to mention the Third Young Master, the number one womanizer. Sigh... shameless, lewd!"

The Third Young Master was excited for a while, but then he felt uneasy, as if he had been tricked.

The Third Young Master is incredibly lazy. He'll readily and diligently pursue women, but when it comes to plotting, first dealing with Ximen Wudi, then conquering the Qin Empire, he has absolutely no interest. That would be too exhausting! Ideally, someone else would settle things first, then invite him to be emperor, where he could directly enjoy a harem of three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines—that's what the Third Young Master would be most happy about.

So after making his grand pronouncements, Third Young Master added, "Brother Wei, Uncle Li, I think we don't need to be too proactive. Let's take it one step at a time! If others want to deal with me, I'll deal with their moves as they come. Doing big things is too much trouble, isn't it?"

Actually, what Third Young Master really wanted to say was, "I've never heard of being reborn and having to save a planet and dominate the world. I've finally been born, of course I want to enjoy life. Damn it, you two old foxes tricked me. Why should I bother? As long as others don't oppose me, I'm too lazy to bother them. Teaching Ximen Wudi a lesson is the right thing to do, but I won't participate in this rebellion. It would be best if you two conquered the world, and I could be a peaceful but incompetent ruler, hmph..."

Meanwhile, the two great devils, Qiao Wei and Uncle Li, had already started discussing how to deal with Ximen Wudi, and didn't pay much attention to what Third Young Master was saying.

Qiao Wei knew the Third Young Master's temperament; he was a lazy man who wouldn't even flinch until a piece of burning coals landed on his foot. Getting him to use his brain or exert any effort was out of the question. Of course, he'd be willing to strip a beautiful woman naked and put her in his bed.

But right now, the martial world was in turmoil, the Demonic Sect was closing in, the martial arts tournament was imminent, and conspiracies were about to surface. If the Third Young Master fell into a trap, the Carefree Manor and the Iron-Blooded Howling Alliance would be implicated, and the Third Young Master's ferocity would inevitably be unleashed.

Once that ferocity was unleashed, he wouldn't have a choice. As the saying goes, in the martial world, one is not free to choose one's own path. Even if you don't want to do great things, you

'll be forced to. Third Young Master, you can forget about escaping. You're destined to wreak havoc on the world. You're also destined to enjoy all the beauties in the world. Even if you don't want to, hmph, someone will have to help you choose them for your room!

Seeing that the two old foxes ignored his words and instead whispered amongst themselves, the Third Young Master felt bored. He sat down next to Li Xiaoye, nudged her elbow, and chuckled slyly, "How old are you, Miss Xiaoye? Are you married? Do you have an arranged marriage?"

Li Xiaoye had been listening intently to their conversation, and was naturally shocked by what they were saying. She also despised the Third Young Master's shameless declaration. Now, hearing his provocative question, she temporarily forgot the terrifying nature of his demonic eyes and retorted irritably, "What's it to you?" As soon as she said

that, Li Xiaoye suddenly remembered that this young master next to her was not to be offended, a spoiled brat. She glanced nervously at the Third Young Master, but saw that he showed no displeasure whatsoever.

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "Your affairs are naturally my affairs. Didn't Uncle Li say he'd compensate me? The biggest thieves and robbers in Yan Province must be Uncle Li's gang, right? A super-skilled bodyguard must be Uncle Li himself. And a beautiful woman? That's you, isn't it? Little Ye, you're so pitiful, sold off by your godfather!"

Mentioning being sold off by his godfather, the Third Young Master suddenly thought of Qiu Ruomei. His lewd and sly smile vanished instantly, replaced by a somber expression.

Uncle Li, who was discussing his grand scheme with Qiao Wei, heard the Third Young Master's last words and spat, "Third Young Master, how dare you speak like that? Do you think I, Li Guding, am that kind of person? Giving Little Ye to you is better than her following me around in the underworld, isn't it? Your Xiaoyao Manor is a large and powerful family with unlimited potential. If Little Ye follows you, at the very least she can become a concubine or something, which is much better than being a gangster, isn't it?"

The Third Young Master ignored Uncle Li; he just stared blankly at his wine glass, lost in thought. The cup held a wine called "Defying Frost and Snow," made by steeping plum blossom stamens after a snowfall in the wine and aging it for ten years, giving it a unique flavor.

Looking at the wine, the Third Young Master thought of Qiu Ruomei.

Qiu Ruomei was the only woman he had truly loved since he started picking flowers.

Human nature is so fickle; we don't cherish what we easily obtain, but we can't forget what's gone.

Slowly, the Third Young Master raised his cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

Seeing the Third Young Master's melancholy expression, and knowing from a girl's intuition that it was genuine and not an act, Li Xiaoye asked curiously, "Third Young Master, what's on your mind?" The Third Young

Master tasted the last drop of wine; the wine didn't intoxicate him, but he was already drunk with emotion.

With a hazy gaze, the Third Young Master slammed his wine glass heavily on the table. Looking at Li Xiaoye, he smiled and said slowly, "There are too few true friends who share joys and sorrows, and too many who forget each other in the vast world." He paused, then continued, "Therefore, it is better to forget each other in the vast world than to share joys and sorrows."

Li Xiaoye's heart was filled with a mixture of emotions, like a turbulent sea, surging with overwhelming waves.

~Chapter Two: Utterly Passionate and Sacred, Section One~

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Du Xiaoyan stumbled along the street, looking lost and disoriented. She didn't know how long she had walked, where she was going, or what places she had passed.

She just kept walking, wandering aimlessly through Dingzhou City. As she walked, tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. She didn't even flinch at people coming towards her, just bumping right into them. Several men were knocked off their feet, angry but dared not utter a sound.

Anyone with a modicum of sense knew that for such a seemingly frail woman to be able to push aside burly men like this, her martial arts skills must be extraordinary. Moreover, she was currently in a daze, as if she had lost her mind; if one angered her, who knew what the consequences would be?

But not everyone is smart. Now, a spoiled brat, oblivious to the meaning of death, had provoked Du Xiaoyan.

The young man was quite handsome, but his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were dark circles—clearly a man who had indulged in excessive drinking and womanizing.

Behind him were four very burly men dressed as servants, and now this spoiled brat was leading the four strong men towards Du Xiaoyan.

The spoiled young master, fanning himself with a folding fan, chuckled as he approached Du Xiaoyan from five steps away, "Miss, why are you in such a hurry? Are you rushing to meet your lover? Why bother? Why suffer? Let me be your lover then~"

*Bang!* Du Xiaoyan crashed heavily into the young master. His body, weakened by wine and women, couldn't withstand the impact. He groaned and fell heavily back, only to be caught by his bodyguards.

Du Xiaoyan, unaware she had bumped into someone, continued walking forward in a daze.

The young master roared, "Damn it! You won't listen to reason, you dare bump into me? You, go and seize her! I'll show her what I'm capable of!"

The four burly men, rubbing their fists and grinning maliciously, surrounded her and, without any resistance, dragged Du Xiaoyan to the young master.

The spoiled young master leered and used his folding fan to lift Du Xiaoyan's chin, sneering, "Girl, I have nothing but money. Follow me, and I'll guarantee you endless riches and glory. Hehe, if you dare disobey me and anger me, I'll use those less-than-honorable methods, and you'll be crying!"

Du Xiaoyan's eyes were lifeless, tears welling in her eyes, and she murmured, "What do you want to do?"

The spoiled young master reached out to touch Du Xiaoyan's chin, "Of course, I want to do what we love... Waaah..."

The last sound was a scream that didn't even get a chance to be heard.

Just as the纨绔子弟's hand was about to touch her chin, Du Xiaoyan swiftly drew her whip. The three-zhang-long red whip spun several times at an unimaginable speed and angle. After a few muffled screams, the纨绔子弟 and his bodyguard were all torn to pieces and lay scattered on the street.

None of the five men had intact corpses; their bodies were dismembered, and blood flowed everywhere.

Du Xiaoyan put away her whip, her face stained with blood. Stepping on the blood, her eyes were vacant, tears welling in her eyes, as she continued to stumble forward.

The passersby cheered loudly when they saw Du Xiaoyan kill five men with a single move. The crowd applauded enthusiastically, and several beggars rushed to the scattered remains, frantically searching for valuables among the corpses.

In Dingzhou City, bloodshed like this happens a dozen or twenty times a day; the residents are already used to it.

A rapid clatter of hooves sounded, and two fine horses, one black and one white, charged towards Du Xiaoyan like a whirlwind.

When they were still about two zhang away from her, the riders sharply pulled on the reins, and both horses reared up with a loud neigh, coming to a steady stop.

On the white horse sat a woman in a long white dress, carrying a three-foot-long sword on her back, her face veiled with a white gauze, revealing only a pair of cold, icy eyes.

On the black horse sat a woman in a purple top and green trousers, with a short skirt around her waist, her face veiled with a purple gauze, her captivating, alluring eyes incredibly alluring.

The woman in purple glanced at the blood-soaked street and scattered limbs behind Du Xiaoyan, and scolded, "What a vicious girl! Killing someone in the street is one thing, but to tear them to pieces, leaving no whole corpse, is there no justice? Is there no law?"

The woman in white glared at the woman in purple and coldly retorted, "Ni'er, how dare you talk about her like that? Which man who has crossed you has ever survived?"

The woman in purple snorted and said, "Well, at least I left her a whole corpse, didn't I? Besides, a citizen of the Great Qin Empire, I can decide whether he lives or dies." "He'll die, who dares utter a single word against him?"

The woman in the white dress said helplessly, "Alright, alright, I won't argue with you." Turning to Du Xiaoyan, she said, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why are you killing so ruthlessly?"

Du Xiaoyan glanced at the two women on horseback in a daze and said, "The lecherous thief... deserves to die... deserves to be torn to pieces..."

The woman in purple's eyes lit up, staring intently into Du Xiaoyan's eyes as if trying to project her gaze into her heart, and said sharply, "What's your name? Do you know that damned lecherous thief, the Third Young Master of the Qin family?"

Upon hearing this, Du Xiaoyan trembled all over and suddenly came to her senses.

Looking at the two women's aggressive gazes, she couldn't help but panic. Her lips moved, but the words that came out changed: "No, I don't know Qin Ren, I've never seen him. You... don't block my way."

After saying that, she lowered her head and tried to walk around the two horses.

The woman in purple sneered, extending her riding whip to block Du Xiaoyan. She coldly snorted, "You don't know Qin Ren? Hmph, if you truly don't know him, why did you know I was talking about Qin Ren the moment I mentioned the Third Young Master of the Qin Family? Little girl, you can't even lie properly, yet you think you can fool me?"

Du Xiaoyan forced a smile and said, "The Third Young Master of the Qin Family is famous throughout the

martial world. Who doesn't know that the Third Young Master of the Qin Family is Qin Ren? I truly haven't seen him..." The woman in purple's eyes swept over Du Xiaoyan from head to toe, coldly saying, "Judging from your features and figure, you're probably no longer a virgin, aren't you? If I'm not mistaken, you've also been violated by that beast Qin Ren, haven't you? It's because of women like you who suffer harm but dare not report it, swallowing their anger, that those villains go unpunished. Let me tell you, a woman must never remain silent, when hurt..." " Sigh, you must stand up bravely and fight against the evildoers!"

said the woman in the white dress. "Cousin, you've gone too far."

The woman in the purple dress pouted, not arguing with the woman in the white dress, but looking at Du Xiaoyan, she said, "Hey, did you even take what I said to heart? Don't let it go in one ear and out the other. Alright, can you tell us now? Where is Qin Ren?"

Du Xiaoyan forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

The woman in the purple dress raised her eyebrows and gritted her teeth, "I think you're going to refuse a polite offer and then drink a forfeit. Do I have to give you a good beating before you'll tell me?"

The woman in the white dress shook her head helplessly, muttering to herself, "So fierce to women, sigh, I bet there's no man in the world who would dare touch you except for that little thief Qin Ren..."

Du Xiaoyan, however, was truly enraged.

She was the daughter of Du Gongfu of Tianping Manor, and had been bossy since childhood. She was always the one speaking arrogantly to others; how dare anyone speak to her like that?

Du Xiaoyan's anger ignited her arrogance, and she coldly retorted, "You two little girls, calling others 'maids' all the time, don't you even know how old you are? If you spoke politely, it would be fine, but with the attitude you just displayed, even if I knew where Qin Ren was, I wouldn't tell you! Get out of my way, I'm going home, a good dog doesn't block the way!"

With that, she glared at Du Xiaoyan, her face contorted with arrogance, and shoved aside the riding whip blocking her path, striding past the horse.

The woman in purple was furious, shouting, "Fine, you dare to be arrogant in front of me? Don't you know how many heads you have! Take this!" She lashed out with her whip at Du Xiaoyan.

Du Xiaoyan sneered, "You dare play with whips in front of me? I'll show you what real whip techniques are!" She dodged the whip like a willow catkin, then drew out a three-zhang-long whip, which swung straight in the wind, thrusting like a spear towards the woman in purple's waist.

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“Hey, they’re fighting! Aren’t you going to break it up?”

Not far from Du Xiaoyan and the woman in purple, a few people were hiding on a street corner, spying on them furtively.

These people were none other than Third Young Master, Qiao Wei, Uncle Li, and Li Xiaoye. When Qiao Wei saw Du Xiaoyan and the woman in purple fighting, he couldn’t help but nudge Third Young Master’s arm and ask him a question.

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "No rush. I didn't expect Xiaoyan to be so skilled! Hmm, let them fight. When two tigresses fight, one is bound to get hurt. We can just sit back and watch."

Qiao Wei said, "But the girl in purple seems to be a bit better than Xiaoyan, and the woman in white watching doesn't look like a pushover either. Xiaoyan might not be able to beat them."

The Third Young Master said, "Hmm, I know. That's good. One less to kill, less trouble for me. Hiss—these two brats are so good at whipping... If they like BDSM, wouldn't I be in for a terrible beating?"

Qiao Wei asked curiously, "Does she like BDSM?" "What was that again?"

the Third Young Master said. "It's... uh, a very perverted way of playing in bed. Brother Wei, are you interested? I can teach you~~ You can use things like rocking horses, whips, candles, nails, etc~~~ To use on women, or to be used by women, Brother Wei, you'll definitely like it~~~"

Looking at the Third Young Master's extremely lewd gaze, he couldn't help but shudder, but firmly said, "No need, thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it!"

Li Xiaoye said angrily, "Third Young Master, did you have any humanity in what you just said? Du Xiaoyan was willing to risk her life for you rather than reveal your whereabouts, but you said that dying is one less loss, you..."

"Alright, alright," the Third Young Master said somewhat dejectedly, "Do you think I don't want to help? It's just that I really can't afford to offend that girl in the purple dress!"

Uncle Li chuckled, "Oh? There's a woman that the Third Young Master can't afford to offend?"

The Third Young Master said, "Of course, that girl... I'll tell you secretly, but don't tell anyone else... That girl's name is Qin Ni'er, and she's the current Emperor's illegitimate daughter! To tell you the truth, back when I was a womanizer, hehe... that girl was already my subject! Although she's now plotting a rebellion..."

Qiao Wei and Uncle Li's eyes lit up at the same time, and the two old foxes said in unison, "Such a good thing? Third Young Master, I have a plan!"

~Chapter Two: Utterly Passionate and Sacred, Section Two~

Du Xiaoyan's whip skills far surpassed those of the woman in purple, Qin Ni'er.

The three-zhang-long red whip was unpredictable, sometimes acting as a spear, unleashing a flurry of spear flowers as it thrust and stabbed. Sometimes acting as a staff, creating countless shadows as it slashed and swept east and west. Sometimes acting as a rope, creating large and small loops to strangle joints. Sometimes acting as a sword, slashing and cutting with great force.

The howling wind of the whip filled the space within a twenty-foot radius, shattering the stone slabs on the ground and dismantling houses and walls within its reach.

Qin Ni'er wasn't skilled in whip techniques; she only used a horsewhip to fight Du Xiaoyan because she happened to have one.

She hadn't expected Du Xiaoyan's whip skills to be so formidable—three Qin Ni'ers wouldn't be a match for her.

Initially, Qin Ni'er fought Du Xiaoyan from horseback, but later had to dismount and use her light-footed movements to dodge Du Xiaoyan's barrage of whip strikes. For every ten moves, Qin Ni'er had to parry nine to land a counterattack.

After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, both had exhausted their strength. Du Xiaoyan's weapon was too long and difficult to control; her whip movements were no longer as accurate.

Just then, Qin Ni'er emerged from under the horse's belly, intending to use the mount's cover to attack Du Xiaoyan. Without thinking

, Du Xiaoyan lashed out with her whip. With a sharp crack, the black horse was sliced in two at the waist by Du Xiaoyan's whip, its belly full of blood and entrails pouring down on Qin Ni'er's head. Qin Ni'er screamed and rolled away, inevitably getting some horse blood and entrails on her.

Enraged, Qin Ni'er abandoned the whip, her movements shifting swiftly, and she moved with fluid grace towards Du Xiaoyan. Her hands moved as if caressing silk, creating a series of palm shadows that emitted an eerie purple light, while a sweet fragrance filled the air.

The woman in the white dress, Qin Ni'er's cousin, Lian Zhou Luo'er, who witnessed this scene, immediately changed her expression and exclaimed, "'Poisonous Hand Heavenly Net'! Ni'er, you want to kill her?"

Qin Ni'er said viciously, "She tried to kill me first! If that whip had struck me, I would be dead by now!"

Seeing Qin Ni'er's deadly move, Du Xiaoyan dared not be careless. With a flick of her wrist, seven circles appeared on her long whip, one after another aiming for Qin Ni'er's neck.

However, Qin Ni'er's movements were incredibly unpredictable. Her fluid movements perfectly dodged the whip each time.

What in the world can capture the clouds in the sky, or the flowing water of a lake or sea?

Perhaps some people can, but Du Xiaoyan absolutely cannot!

In the blink of an eye, Qin Ni'er had already closed in on Du Xiaoyan. Du Xiaoyan's weapon was too long, and once Qin Ni'er got close, she was completely helpless and could only close her eyes and wait for death.

Just as Qin Ni'er's delicate, poisonous hand was about to touch Du Xiaoyan's jade-like neck, an extremely strange current of energy suddenly swept towards Qin Ni'er from all directions.

No, it wasn't one current, but seven.

These seven currents, each carrying the energy of fire, ice, lightning, wind, hardness, softness, and condensation, converged into a massive vortex. The powerful suction force forced Qin Ni'er back several steps before she could regain her footing, and the poisonous hand naturally failed to strike Du Xiaoyan.

Qin Ni'er was terrified. Looking up at the sky, she saw a gigantic hand, infinitely expanding, descending upon her, carrying the seven forces of energy. Everything in the world seemed to have vanished.

Everything seemed to exist solely for this hand!

A hand that could cover the sky!

What good were flowing clouds and water? Before this colossal hand that blotted out the sky, even the most ethereal clouds and the most fluid water could not escape its fate of being captured.

Qin Ni'er had nowhere to run!

Lian Zhou Luo'er stared blankly at the owner of the colossal hand that had descended from the sky.

It was a boy she hated with a passion, someone she longed for day and night, someone whose flesh she wished she could devour and whose skin she could sleep on.

He wore a light blue robe, its sleeves and hem extremely wide, fluttering gracefully in the wind.

He had long, flowing hair, whipped up by the wind.

His face, which should have been somewhat frivolous, always bearing an annoying, lewd grin, now appeared unusually calm and resolute.

His eyes were as cold as ice, yet as fiery as fire.

These two completely different, extreme feelings, ice and fire, were now perfectly blended in the boy's eyes, completely changing his entire demeanor.

He transformed into a man with a captivating, almost sinister charm and unparalleled majesty. When he descended headfirst into the air, his overwhelming hand descending upon Qin Ni'er, the sheer power he exuded—the ability to control the lives of all under heaven, the sheer aura of absolute authority—stirred Lian Zhou Luo'er's heart.

This was a true man, a true hero!

But why would this man commit such a despicable act? Why did he have to use the most vile means to steal her most precious virginity? Why did he have to be named Qin Ren?

Countless thoughts flashed through Lian Zhou Luo'er's mind like lightning. So many thoughts, yet less than half a blink of an eye had passed.

The Third Young Master's hand continued its downward sweep towards Qin Ni'er. Qin Ni'er let out a desperate scream, raising her palm and gathering all her strength for a final desperate fight against the Third Young Master.

Lian Zhou Luo'er moved. She couldn't stand by and watch her cousin die at the Third Young Master's hands. She would kill him, kill this heartless, philandering rogue!

"Clang!" The Little Nine Heavens Divine Sword was drawn, and Lian Zhou Luo'er, like a white lotus flower, swept across the sky, becoming one with the sword, transforming into a stunning white rainbow, trailing a long tail of light, tearing through the air with a shrill shriek, shooting straight towards the Third Young Master.

The strongest move of the "Little Nine Heavens Divine Skill"—"Aspiring to Reach the Ninth Heaven to Grasp the Bright Moon!"

The Third Young Master saw Lian Zhou Luo'er out of the corner of his eye. Facing the sword light that could almost shatter the sky with a single strike, the Third Young Master smiled slightly, and slowly extended his other hand.

An unchanging move throughout the ages, the only offensive move the Third Young Master knew to this day.

One Hand Covers the Sky!

You want to shatter the sky? I will cover the sky. Let's see if your sword can pierce my palm that covers the sky!

Qin Ni'er's poisonous hand was about to collide with the Third Young Master's palm that covered the sky. Qin Ni'er knew that this was just a desperate struggle. The Third Young Master was not afraid of poison, and her poison was completely ineffective against him. And her palm power was insignificant compared to the Third Young Master's palm that possessed a hundred years of internal energy.

Qin Ni'er seemed to already see her own arm broken, head shattered, and flesh flying everywhere. Just as their hands were about to touch, she closed her eyes in despair.

Lian Zhou Luo'er faced the same problem.

The Third Young Master's palm seemed to grow larger and larger, the vortex of seven different types of energy within it seemingly sucking away all her sword energy and light, drawing her sword involuntarily towards the vortex.

Lian Zhou Luo'er knew that her sword could never pierce the Third Young Master's overwhelming palm; if the sword collided with his palm, she would surely die.

But she couldn't retreat; her cousin was still under the Third Young Master's grasp.

She didn't want to back down. Dying under the Third Young Master's hand was better than having nightmares of being humiliated by him, better than worrying and toiling for this heartless, lecherous rogue day and night!

Without hesitation, she plunged her sword down, tears streaming down her face, staring fiercely at the Third Young Master.

The Third Young Master, however, smiled, a profound and unfathomable smile.

Just as his palm was about to touch Qin Ni'er's, he suddenly withdrew it, the overwhelming palm barrier vanishing completely.

Qin Ni'er's palm struck the Third Young Master's chest without any resistance, producing a loud bang.

"Bang!"

At the same time, the Third Young Master also withdrew his palm strike aimed at Lian Zhou Luo'er, and Lian Zhou Luo'er's sword swiftly pierced the Third Young Master's shoulder, sending a spray of blood flying.

The Third Young Master, struck by both a palm and a sword, flew sideways, spitting blood, his face turning ashen.

All of this happened in an instant, too fast to comprehend.

Du Xiaoyan screamed and rushed forward, trying to catch the Third Young Master's falling body.

However, she was shoved aside. Qiao Wei rushed in from the side, knocking Du Xiaoyan aside and catching the Third Young Master. The force of the impact sent Qiao Wei staggering back several steps, finally landing on his backside, but he still managed to ensure the Third Young Master's safe landing.

Holding the Third Young Master, Qiao Wei looked at his barely breathing state and burst into tears, sobbing, "Third Young Master, why did you do this! You wanted to save Xiaoyan, but you didn't have to put yourself through that!"

Du Xiaoyan, tears streaming down her face, staggered to Qiao Wei's side, wanting to reach out and stroke the Third Young Master's face.

Qiao Wei abruptly slapped Du Xiaoyan's hand away, roaring, "Get out of here! If it weren't for you, would my young master be injured like this? Third Young Master, you're so foolish! With your skills, how could those two brats have even scratched a hair on your head? Why did you suddenly stop?! Even if you feel guilty about your past actions, feel sorry for them, and want to atone for your sins, you don't have to torture yourself like this! Third Young Master, you must hold on! I'll go find a doctor for you right away!"

Qiao Wei wailed and cried, frantically helping the Third Young Master up, hoisting him onto his shoulder, and struggling to drive away.

Qin Ni'er and Lian Zhou Luo'er stared blankly at the Third Young Master, at the several glaring pools of blood on the ground. After hearing Qiao Wei's mournful cries, Lian Zhou Luo'er suddenly covered her mouth.

Qin Ni'er's expression was also incredibly strange: "He... that little lecher... the Third Young Master of the Qin family, how could we have injured him? Could it be that he really... really felt guilty and wanted to atone for his sins against us? Heavens... what... what exactly did we do?"

Lian Zhou Luo'er covered her mouth, her body trembling slightly, and slowly, step by step, walked towards the Third Young Master. Qin Ni'er followed her, her expression strange, muttering something unintelligible, her steps not so swift.

~Chapter Two: Utterly Passionate, Section Three~

Du Xiaoyan, who had been crying, screamed and rushed over, blocking Lian Zhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er, and began to beat them mercilessly, even tearing off their veils.

However, Du Xiaoyan was now heartbroken and had no strength in her hands and feet; even if Lian Zhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er didn't fight back and let her beat them, she couldn't hurt them.

However, because of Du Xiaoyan's obstruction, Qin Ni'er and Lian Zhou Luo'er could no longer reach the Third Young Master. Unable to bear slapping the heartbroken woman away, they could only stand there, stunned, letting Du Xiaoyan vent her anger on them.

Just as Qiao Wei was about to drag the Third Young Master away, he suddenly turned back with difficulty, giving Lian Zhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er a deep, affectionate look. His lips moved, and he uttered a sentence so faint that even Qiao Wei could barely hear it.

But Lian Zhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er heard it.

Or rather, they saw it.

They understood what the Third Young Master said from the changes in his lip movements.

"I thought the love I'd been pursuing all this time was nothing but an illusion. Like a dog that runs and chases, but doesn't actually love any bone—it just wants a bite, or perhaps just doesn't want other dogs to touch it. But now I realize I was wrong. It turns out, what's so irresistible, besides teeth, is love… My all-encompassing power can never cover the sky above your heads…"

Lian Zhou Luo'er reached out, making a gesture of pleading, but ultimately didn't take a step forward.

Qin Ni'er, stunned, didn't even notice two strings of crystal tears sliding down her cheeks.

Du Xiaoyan, looking at the two women with heartbroken expressions, finally came to her senses. She stopped beating them, looked back at the Third Young Master being carried away by Qiao Wei, and, overwhelmed with sorrow, squatted down helplessly, burying her face in her hands and weeping bitterly.

The young master's desolate figure receded into the distance, leaving only three weeping women on the bustling street…

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In a restaurant overlooking the street, a woman dressed in pristine white, a long sword at her waist, stared blankly at the scene unfolding below, tears streaming down her face without her noticing.

The waiter, who was carrying a plate to serve her food, discreetly stepped aside, not wanting to disturb her.

As the young man she had longed for day and night, supported by his servants, gradually disappeared into the crowd, she finally snapped out of her daze. She tossed aside a small piece of silver, not even wiping away her tears, and hurriedly ran downstairs.

Tears fell to the floor as she ran, shattering into pieces. The woman in white bit her lips until they turned white, forcefully suppressing the intense pain in her heart and trying to stifle the sobs that were about to escape her lips.

She rushed to the restaurant entrance, gazing in the direction where the Third Young Master had disappeared. Then she looked in the direction where Lian Zhou, Luo Er, and Qin Ni'er had been. Her slender hand gripped the hilt of her sword at her waist, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She held the hilt tightly, her hand trembling slightly, and the sword slowly slid out of its sheath.

Her eyes, fixed on Lian Zhou and Qin Ni'er, held a chilling, venomous hatred.

After the sword was halfway out, she finally sighed softly, forcefully sheathed it, and chased after the direction the Third Young Master had vanished. "

Excellent

!" Uncle Li, who had been hiding in the corner watching the whole thing, slapped his thigh and muttered a praise, "The Third Young Master's acting is superb! What's even more remarkable is that he managed to fool himself while acting! If I were acting opposite him, I would definitely sell him out and still help him count the money! He has the makings of a tyrant, truly the makings of a tyrant!"

Li Xiaoye said unhappily from the side, "Godfather, what are you saying? The Third Young Master fooled those three girls so badly, how can you still be so happy?"

Uncle Li shook his head and smiled broadly, "Little girl, what do you know? The Third Young Master's acting is superb. He has a sharp edge hidden in his heart, a gentle demeanor on his face, and talent shown in his actions. He set up this trap so perfectly, far exceeding what Old Qiao and I expected.

"Well, we originally planned to have him kill Du Xiaoyan, and even pretend to be slightly injured to win over Qin Ni'er, the illegitimate daughter of the Qin Emperor." Unexpectedly, the Third Young Master spared no one, resorting to a self-inflicted injury ruse…

“Hehe, this way, not only will Du Xiaoyan be devoted to the Third Young Master, but even Lian Zhouluo’er and Qin Ni’er… In my opinion, while they might not immediately fall in love with the Third Young Master, they will at least feel grateful.

“And the words the Third Young Master left behind before he departed were even more meaningful. It’s like planting two seeds in the hearts of Lian Zhouluo’er and Qin Ni’er, and these two seeds will grow into towering trees sooner or later!

“Even if these two girls ultimately don’t fall in love with the Third Young Master, at least they are now moved by him and indebted to him for sparing their lives. No matter how thick-skinned they are, they won’t be able to trouble the Third Young Master again in the future!”

"Qin Ni'er's identity is special. As long as we can latch onto her, hehe, we can at least skip ten years of hard work!

A master of ruthlessness and cunning, truly a master of thick skin and black heart! So ruthless to himself, willing to take a blow and a sword, bleeding and spitting blood, just to make this play perfect. If a talent like the Third Young Master were to compete for the world, who would dare to challenge him?"

Li Xiaoye pouted and said disdainfully, "He really is thick-skinned and black-hearted. That Du Xiaoyan, you can tell she loves him to the extreme, yet he had the heart to deceive her like that, not even afraid of divine retribution. A person who is inherently cold and unfortunate, yet he pretends to be so affectionate and devoted. Hmph, such a man... is bad enough as it is, and you and Old Man Qiao, two old devils, are teaching him to be even worse... Be careful not to be infamous for eternity along with him!"

Uncle Li said seriously, "Xiaoye, you shouldn't speak carelessly." "Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years"—this is a profound truth. The Third Young Master has achieved a high level of villainy, making him a successful villain. Your old man is a demon, my reputation is already infamous, I'm not afraid of being infamous for eternity. As for the Third Young Master, he was born to bring disaster to the world; I think he doesn't care about being infamous for eternity. Besides, if the Third Young Master had the chance to write history, do you think he would allow historians to include anything unfavorable to him?"

Li Xiaoye was startled and said, "Father, what did you say? Is the plan you and Old Man Qiao discussed about the Third Young Master rebelling not a joke?"

Uncle Li smiled darkly, "Of course it's not a joke. The legend of the Asura Demon Eye was passed down from the Grand Priest of the previous dynasty, Taigong Wang. Taigong Wang was a god descended to earth, his calculations were flawless, and he knew everything. He knew eight hundred years into the past and eight hundred years into the future; how could his words be a joke?" "Xiao Ye, I've already offered you to the Third Young Master. You need to be careful. People with the potential to be domineering are inherently cold-hearted and heartless, and they don't care much about feelings or loyalty. Otherwise, they wouldn't deserve to be called domineering. Women are just accessories to them, even less important than a capable general. You've already seen the Third Young Master's character through these few encounters. If you don't seize the opportunity now, before he gets you, and use your skills to firmly grasp his heart, don't blame your godfather for not creating opportunities for you!"

Li Xiaoye said indignantly, "Godfather, why do you think I should follow the Third Young Master? I don't like him at all, I even hate him very much! You said it yourself, domineering people are inherently cold-hearted and heartless, almost like a 'bastard,' and the Third Young Master won't care about any woman. If I follow him, how can I have happiness in the future?"

Uncle Li sighed and shook his head, "What is happiness? What kind of happiness are you pursuing? What do you think constitutes a happy life?" Following my father, I wandered the martial world, possessing an arrogant spirit yet daring not to display it in public. Every day was spent fighting and killing, never knowing what tomorrow would bring. Is this happiness?

"Even if you find a good family and marry someone you love, chaos is imminent. When war breaks out, nine out of ten houses will be empty. How can you guarantee that the person you love won't be harmed by the war? In chaotic times, a full stomach and a decent house are already happiness.

"My godfather is old. Unlike Old Joe, he can't resist the magic of time. If one day he passes away, who will take care of you? He has a vast fortune, countless riches, but after his death, can you protect that fortune? Can you use it to ensure you a life of comfort?"

"A soldier is a bandit; a soldier is a bandit. When war breaks out, I'm afraid my godfather's money will be robbed sooner or later. Even if it isn't robbed, it will be confiscated by those in power to fund the army. Can my godfather resist? No matter how high my godfather's martial arts are, if tens of thousands of soldiers surround him, he can escape, but what about you?

"Both godfather and Old Qiao believe that with Third Young Master's abilities and his family's wealth, he will definitely have a place in the grand scheme of conquering the world. If you can follow Third Young Master, even if you can't win his true love, at least you can be safe and worry-free for life. Isn't that happiness? Xiao Ye, my godfather has good intentions; you should think it over carefully."

Li Xiaoye bit her lip and said in a muffled voice, "But Third Young Master simply doesn't have that ambition. How could someone as lazy and unscrupulous as him have the ambition to conquer the world? Besides, will the world really experience the great chaos of dynastic change that you say it will happen?"

Uncle Li's lips curled into a strange smile: "Third Young Master lacks the ambition and drive. But in the martial world, one is often powerless to change one's fate. Third Young Master is a restless man, and when the time comes, the tide will turn, and even if he wanted to retreat, he would have no choice. Circumstances are stronger than people; if people don't force him, heaven will, and the world's situation will force him! "

As for whether the world will descend into chaos... hehe, Old Qiao and I have already reached a consensus on this point—chaos is inevitable! The current emperor has deposed the eldest son and established the younger one in favor of the younger. Young Master Su has committed no major offenses, but rather has rendered great service, yet the emperor has exiled him to the frontier to build city walls to defend against the barbarians.

"Young Master Hai is young and immoral, but because his mother is the empress, he has been made crown prince.

"Young Master Yu is ambitious, secretly cultivating his own faction, colluding with officials outside the court, and bribing martial arts masters.

"Lingnan has suffered repeated natural and man-made disasters, and the court not only fails to provide relief but also imposes exorbitant taxes. If it weren't for the Song family in Lingnan keeping order there, Lingnan would have long since descended into chaos." "Given the current state of affairs, do you think chaos will ensue? The once mighty King Ying, who conquered six kingdoms and brought peace to the world, is now senile. He possesses unparalleled fame, yet lacks moral cultivation in his old age. This world is undoubtedly destined for chaos!"

~Chapter Two, Section Four of Utter Passion and Saintliness~

(Various forces gradually converge on Dingzhou City. What was originally a martial arts gathering has now become a killing spree. The biggest schemer, lurking in the shadows, is preparing to end this game of vying for supremacy. The Third Young Master arrives with strong reinforcements, but he too is surrounded by enemies… How will the utterly lewd and shameless Third Young Master face all this? Can he resolve it all? More importantly, how will the heartless Third Young Master convincingly portray himself as a romantic hero? The climax of the first part, the Jianghu chapter, is approaching. Please stay tuned! All this talk is for one purpose: votes! Hurry up and vote for me! Without votes, how can I have the motivation to write!)

"How's it going, Brother Wei? Is anyone following us?"

"Uh, no. Those three women are gone, and no suspicious people have followed us." "

Alright, turn that corner, yes, that corner, go into the alley. Hmm, hurry up, I'm in so much pain... Damn it, I'm wearing the 'Indestructible Golden Silk Armor,' so Qin Ni'er's palm couldn't hurt me, but Lian Zhouluo'er's sword really pierced my shoulder! Damn it, that Indestructible Golden Silk Armor is like a little vest, it doesn't even cover my shoulder... Ouch, be gentle, it hurts!" Qiao

Wei led the Third Young Master to a secluded alleyway, where few people came and went, except for a few stray cats scavenging for food in the garbage.

The Third Young Master leaned against the wall, grimacing and hissing in cold air. Qiao Wei took out a silk scarf and placed it on the ground, helping the Third Young Master to sit down slowly. Once the Third Young Master was seated, Qiao Wei took out a pair of scissors and began to cut the clothes on the spot where the sword had pierced his clothes.

As he cut, Qiao Wei said with great enthusiasm, "Third Young Master, the play you just performed, hey, it was really good! The expression, the movements, and even the spurting blood, damn, it was three times more real than the real thing!"

"Does that even need to be said?" the Third Young Master said smugly, "After all, I've watched countless movies and TV series, and I even participated in the school drama club back in college." "I participated in the university drama festival three times, playing the villain every time, and I always won the Best Supporting Actor award, hehe..."

After a moment of pride, the Third Young Master said somewhat dejectedly, "However, that mouthful of blood I spat out was real... Qin Ni'er's palm strike didn't make me spit blood, but Lian Zhouluo'er's sword energy invaded my lungs. I only intended to spit out tomato juice, who would have thought I'd actually spit out blood? Ouch—I said go easy on me, didn't you see how big the hole is in my shoulder? Or should I stab you and see?"

"Hehe, no need, Third Young Master, I've been running around in the martial world for decades, what kind of injury haven't I suffered?" Qiao Wei said with a smile, deftly cutting open the clothes outside the wound on the Third Young Master's shoulder, revealing a gaping, bloody wound. "Third Young Master, what kind of movie or university stuff are you talking about?"

"Uh, movies are just a kind of theater, like those fancy-dressed people on a stage. Don't tell me you haven't seen them. Universities, well, they're a kind of informal organization, specifically responsible for collecting money and putting on shows. Hmm, are you interested in joining? Just pay a membership fee of 500,000 taels of silver, I'm a lifetime member, I can introduce you~~"

"Hehe, no thanks, I'm dirt poor, where would I get 500,000 taels of silver? Third Young Master, your injury is a bit troublesome! The tip of the Little Nine Heavens Divine Sword has barbs that have torn your wound open, turning it into a cross shape… The blood groove is too well made, the blood-draining function is simply unbeatable! Look, the blood is flowing non-stop, like a fountain!"

"Brother Wei, have you had enough? I didn't come here to study other people's weapons! Quickly find a way to heal my wounds! If you wait until you're done studying them, I'll bleed to death! Sprinkle all the best wound medicine, I have plenty!"

The Third Young Master laboriously pulled a satchel from his pocket and handed it to Qiao Wei. Inside were all sorts of medicines. There were medicines to increase internal strength, medicines to heal wounds, medicines to nourish the body, and also sleeping pills, aphrodisiacs, and so on...

Qiao Wei rummaged through the medicine packets and bottles in the satchel and exclaimed, "Third Young Master, are you running a pharmacy? You carry so many kinds of medicines with you, I admire you. But I have the medicine, I don't have the tools! How am I supposed to stitch up your wounds? I don't know acupressure..." "

...Brother Wei, you're one of the Four Great Demons, and you don't even know acupressure?" The Third Young Master was somewhat incredulous.

Qiao Wei scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and chuckled, "Isn't it because I didn't practice properly when I was a kid? Acupressure is a profound art, it takes a lot of time and energy to learn, and you also need to master a powerful finger technique to make it truly useful. The only martial arts master in the world who can reach the highest level of acupressure is probably someone who can't learn any other martial arts besides finger techniques..."

The Third Young Master thought about it and realized this made sense. Although he knew a few acupressure techniques, they were very rudimentary and not up to par. He couldn't even accurately press his own acupressure points, let alone others'.

"Then what should we do? We need to stop the bleeding first! Don't worry about anything else, just sprinkle the hemostatic medicine on it, quickly!"

"But if you just sprinkle the medicine on it without stitching the wound properly, and the wound heals itself, it will grow abnormally deformed..."

Qiao Wei hesitated, wanting to sprinkle it but not daring to. He wasn't so much concerned about the Third Young Master's deformed wound; what he feared was that the Third Young Master would blame him if the wound became deformed later, and taking the blame wouldn't be worthwhile.

The Third Young Master impatiently urged him a couple of times, but Qiao Wei only hesitated and nodded meekly. Just then, a clear, cool yet gentle voice said, "Let me stitch up his wound."

Hearing this voice, the Third Young Master's heart skipped a beat, and he looked incredulously in the direction of the voice.

At the alley entrance, a woman dressed in snow-white stood quietly, her long white robe fluttering in the breeze, her waist-length hair like that of a celestial being untouched by worldly dust.

She moved gracefully, her gentle eyes looking at the Third Young Master, and walked towards him step by step.

Qiao Wei looked at the Third Young Master, then at the woman in white, smiled deeply, and stepped aside.

He had actually noticed that this woman in white had been following him for a while, but not knowing her background, he hadn't said anything. If the woman in white intended to harm the Third Young Master, Qiao Wei was confident he could kill her within three moves.

"Sister Mei... Sister Mei, what brings you here?" The Third Young Master's voice was tinged with excitement as he looked at the approaching woman in white.

This woman in white was naturally Qiu Ruomei.

That day, she had heard rumors in the martial arts world at a restaurant near the headquarters of the Snowfall Hall, learning that the Third Young Master had been ruined, countless righteous people were hunting him down, and a martial arts tournament was planned to publicly try him. Anxious, she had traveled all the way from Jiangnan to find him, finally arriving in Dingzhou City after a long search.

However, when she saw him, he had already been injured by Lian Zhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er. She had initially intended to kill Lian Zhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er to avenge the Third Young Master, but she was not a reckless woman; she had also seen the Third Young Master's lip movements.

Although she didn't know what the Third Young Master was planning, his current injuries were undeniably real. Feeling a pang of heartache, she gently knelt down in front of him, took out a wad of cotton cloth, and carefully cleaned the blood from his wound while gently blowing on it. The Third

Young Master, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from Qiu Ruomei and smelling her orchid-like breath, felt a surge of emotion.

"Sister Mei, you haven't told me yet, why are you here? I thought you'd forgotten about me!" the Third Young Master said with a grin, a slight blush appearing on his pale face.

"Don't talk," Qiu Ruomei said, feigning sternness. "Injured like this, how can you still be so playful?"

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "No way! The injury is very minor, just a small cut. Let me tell you, I was just acting, I deliberately injured myself. Otherwise, with my Heaven-Covering Hand technique, those two girls couldn't hurt me even if they practiced for a hundred years… cough cough…" But he spoke too quickly, choking on his breath and coughing up a few strands of blood.

"Still denying it? You're coughing up blood!" Qiu Ruomei could no longer be stern. With a touch of heartache, she wiped the blood from the corner of the Third Young Master's mouth and took his pulse. "His lung meridian is injured. How could that woman be so cruel?" As she spoke, she took out a crystal-clear, pearl-like pill. "Swallow it!"

The Third Young Master obediently swallowed the pill Qiu Ruomei fed him. Instantly, a cool sensation spread throughout his lungs, and the burning sensation gradually disappeared.

"What great medicine! Sister Mei, I didn't expect your medicine to be so good!" the Third Young Master said with a grin.

"This is our Snow Mountain Sect's sacred healing medicine. I only have one left, so please don't get injured so easily again. There's no medicine this good anymore. Honestly, you're a grown man; even if it's an act, you don't need to risk your life like that!" Qiu Ruomei said, seemingly scolding, then sighed and said softly, "Speaking of which, my medicine is far inferior to your Resurrection Pill."

Saying this, she took out the needle and thread for stitching wounds, threaded the needle, and prepared to stitch up the Third Young Master's wound.

The Third Young Master grinned and said, "Sister Mei, what are you saying? How can my life compare to yours? Your life is precious, mine is worthless… Ouch…" The needle pierced the wound, causing the Third Young Master to gasp in pain.

Qiu Ruomei said, "Do you feel the pain now? Serves you right for talking nonsense. Alright, bear with it, it'll be over soon." Qiu Ruomei's slender hands flew, stitching up the Third Young Master's wound with incredible speed. The wound was extremely irregular, making stitching very difficult, but Qiu Ruomei stitched it exceptionally well, each torn piece perfectly joined together.

Qiao Wei, watching from the side, exclaimed, "What a 'seamless' stitching technique! The Snow Mountain Sect is renowned for its tailors; the best clothes in the world are made by them. Seeing it today, I can confirm their reputation is well-deserved. Hmm, even stitching wounds so skillfully, this young lady could open a tailor shop or a clinic after she stops traveling the martial world; she'd surely be rolling in money!"

The Third Young Master, both amused and exasperated, spat out, "Brother Wei, are you praising me or insulting me?"

Qiao Wei chuckled sheepishly and remained silent.

At this moment, Qiu Ruomei finished stitching up the Third Young Master's wound, pinched off the loose thread, and evenly sprinkled on some topical medicine.

While rummaging through the Third Young Master's satchel for medicine, she naturally saw his jumbled collection of drugs and couldn't help but tease him, "Look at what kind of medicine you've brought! Hmm, 'One-Mile Fragrance,' 'Extraordinary Aphrodisiac,' 'I Love One-Hit Wonder'... Ah Ren, what can I say about you?"

The Third Young Master chuckled sheepishly, not daring to respond.

After applying the medicine, Qiu Ruomei carefully bandaged the Third Young Master before turning to Qiao Wei and saying, "Sir, can you tell that I'm using the 'Seamless Heavenly Clothes' acupuncture technique? My eyesight is poor; I cannot recognize this senior expert's identity. I hope the expert can enlighten me."

~Chapter Three: Ruthless Tyrant, Section One~

The Third Young Master said irritably, "What kind of expert is he? Just a coachman, now my servant."

Qiao Wei smiled and said, "The Third Young Master is quite right. My name is Qiao Wei, and I am your servant. Recognizing this acupuncture technique is nothing special; I've traveled extensively and seen many things before, including witnessing the Snow Mountain Sect's female warriors perform acupuncture."

Qiu Ruomei nodded and said, "Since you are unwilling to reveal your true identity, I will not force you. I hope you will treat my little brother kindly; he has a very reckless temper." "You'll get into big trouble sooner or later."

Qiao Wei said solemnly, "Please rest assured, young lady. I once said, 'Once a servant, always a servant.' Third Young Master has shown me great kindness, how could I not repay you with sincerity?"

Third Young Master stuck out his tongue: "Disgusting! Who asked you to repay me with sincerity? Do you expect me to repay you with my body?"

Qiao Wei was unusually serious and said, "Repaying you with my body is only right. I have already decided that I will donate this seven-foot body to Third Young Master, who can trample on it as he pleases!"

Third Young Master's face turned pale, and he almost vomited. Qiao Wei, however, was smug: "Little brat, you dare to mess with me? I, Old Qiao, am one of the Four Great Demons. When it comes to being disgusting, you're still too green, wahahaha..."

Qiu Ruomei gently tapped the Third Young Master's head, coquettishly saying, "Nonsense, you're not a child anymore, why are you still so childish?"

The Third Young Master thought to himself, "Sister Mei, I don't want to! But in front of you, if I don't act like a child, how can I arouse your innate maternal instincts?"

But he said aloud, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare, Sister Mei, I won't dare to talk nonsense again! Please be merciful, if you beat me silly, Sister Mei, you'll be at a huge loss!"

Qiu Ruomei couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Alright, stop being so cheeky. With your physique, a few more taps won't make you stupid. Does your wound still hurt?"

The Third Young Master chuckled lewdly, "If Sister Mei would just give me a kiss, I wouldn't feel any pain at all."

Qiao Wei feigned disgust, "Young Master, please don't disgust me to death!"

Qiu Ruomei's pretty face flushed red, and she flicked the Third Young Master's nose with her index finger, "How shameless! Alright, go back and rest!"

The Third Young Master said with a fawning grin, "Sister Mei, have you found an inn to stay at? If not, come and stay with me. If you have, cancel your room and come stay with me too, how about that?"

Qiu Ruomei's face darkened, "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't talk to you anymore!"

The Third Young Master quickly grabbed Qiu Ruomei's hand and said, "Okay..." "Sister, no! I won't talk nonsense anymore. Sister Mei, please have pity on me! Look how badly I'm injured. My brother Wei is a rough man and doesn't know how to take care of people. You have to take care of me until I'm healed..."

Qiu Ru thought for a moment, then sighed softly and said, "Aren, you... you really know how to pester me. I only came here to see you. If I had seen you were alright, I wouldn't have planned to see you. But you... you don't even know how to cherish yourself, making me worry about you. Fine, I'll take care of you for a while. I'll leave after you're healed."

The Third Young Master's face lit up with joy, and he said, "Sister Mei, you agreed? That's wonderful!"

But in his heart, he sighed. Not only that: "Damn it, why are some women so persistent in pursuing me, young master, while others avoid me like the plague? Sister Mei clearly has feelings for me, yet... sigh, could it be that she's truly insecure?"

Qiao Wei also sighed inwardly: "Why does this woman's tone sound like she doesn't want to be with the Third Young Master? It's obvious that the Third Young Master has some genuine feelings for her, and she also has feelings for him. Hiss—could it be that this woman knows our young master is inherently fickle and heartless, so despite her feelings, she doesn't want to stay with him? Hmm, very likely. Haha, Third Young Master, so there are women in this world you can't handle!"

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It was early summer.

The gentle, virginal spring was fading away, and the wild, fiery summer arrived proudly with its scorching heat, inevitably plunging the northern part of the Great Qin Empire into sweltering heat.

In a roadside teahouse more than thirty li outside Dingzhou City, more than twenty men carrying swords sat or squatted, seeking shade from the already scorching afternoon sun, each holding a bowl of cold tea.

The teahouse owner lay slumped by the back door, his neck slashed open, blood flowing freely.

From a simple private room within the teahouse, the suppressed sobs and screams of a woman and the beastly roars of men could be heard intermittently.

Beside the door of that room stood four men with grim faces, their open shirts revealing unusually developed pectoral muscles that looked like oiled iron plates.

A low growl came from inside the room, followed by a soft click, and the woman's voice faded away.

After a while, the wooden door of the room creaked open, and a pale-faced, thin man in a greyish-white robe emerged.

Peering through the open wooden door into the dimly lit room, one could vaguely see a wooden bed covered with a thin mattress, upon which lay a naked woman.

Her head was tilted to one side, her limbs outstretched, her body covered in bruises, her eyes wide open, and blood trickling from her lips—she was already dead.

The gaunt man's hawk-like eyes swept around, and he whispered, "Have you rested enough?"

One of the four burly men guarding the door immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Brothers, we've all rested enough, just waiting for you, sir."

The gaunt man nodded and said, "Prepare to depart."

At his command, more than twenty men inside and outside the teahouse stood up, their movements synchronized, powerful, and decisive—clearly skilled fighters.

As the group left the teahouse, preparing to set off, the gaunt man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked towards the main road.

On the wide and well-maintained official road, a lavishly decorated carriage was slowly making its way towards Dingzhou City.

Three elderly men dressed as servants, wearing blue robes and small hats, rode leisurely alongside the carriage on small donkeys.

The driver was a man wearing a straw hat and a sky-blue robe; most of his face was obscured by the hat, making his features impossible to discern.

A slight breeze was blowing from the direction the carriage had come from. The thin man stared at the carriage, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "There are women in the carriage, and more than one."

Immediately, someone beside him flattered him, "Sir, your skill in identifying women by their scent is truly unparalleled! To be able to determine from such a distance that there are more than one woman in a sealed carriage, I am utterly impressed..."

The thin man smiled smugly, "Putting everything else aside, in this skill of identifying women by their scent, if I admit to being second, no one in the world dares to claim to be first."

Another person asked inquiringly, "Sir, what about this carriage?"

The thin man was... With an air of authority, he declared, "This carriage is carrying notorious bandits who commit murder and robbery, so of course we must stop them! Look at their attire, hmph, it seems they've made quite a bit of ill-gotten wealth, so naturally it must all be confiscated!"

His followers immediately began to flatter him, "Your Excellency is wise! Your Excellency has discerning eyes, seeing through the bandits' disguise at a glance! Your Excellency is dedicated to the people, eliminating these bandits who wreak havoc on the common people, Your Excellency has truly worked hard..."

The thin man smiled faintly, accepting all the flattery from his followers. He and his twenty-four followers stood on the main road, completely blocking the road, and brazenly stared at the approaching carriage.

Finally, the carriage arrived before them. The driver flicked the reins, and the carriage came to a smooth stop. The three elderly men riding donkeys beside the carriage also stopped, lazily shrugging their shoulders, sitting on their donkeys, heads bowed, and dozing off.

The thin man felt the situation was somewhat strange; why were these people, their path blocked, remaining silent?

After a moment of silence, the gaunt man suppressed his unease and shouted, "Hey, you thieves! Don't think I won't recognize you just because you're in the carriage! You've committed a crime, and you have the right to remain silent. Every word you say can be used against you in court! You can also find your own lawyers; if you don't have one, the yamen will assign one for you."

At this moment, one of the three old men suddenly took a deep breath, a cold glint in his eyes, and said, "Young master, there's a smell of blood. Hmm, and the smell of a woman's bodily fluids... Eh, why isn't there any sign of life?"

The driver said coldly, "No life? Then it's already dead."

Hearing the two men's nonchalant conversation, the gaunt man felt a sudden panic.

He couldn't believe that someone could distinguish a recently deceased person and their gender by smell alone. And judging from the way these two men were talking, they didn't seem to take him seriously at all!

Just as the gaunt man was about to speak to bolster his courage, the coachman coldly said, "I've long heard that Ji Wuhua, one of the four great constables of the Jianghu government, known as 'Cold-Blooded Life Chaser,' is notoriously lecherous, but also extremely despicable, prone to rape and murder. I, this young master, have had no evidence, but you've unexpectedly walked right into my hands! Hmm, perfect, I promised my mistress I'd help him get rid of you, this is killing two birds with one stone."

The gaunt man was indeed Ji Wuhua, one of the four great constables of the Jianghu government, known as "Cold-Blooded Life Chaser." He had been ordered by Dugu Hongjian, the head of the Fenyu Pavilion and the general manager of the Jianghu government, to hunt down Qin Ren all the way to the outskirts of Dingzhou City. In this small teahouse, he saw that the teahouse owner's daughter was quite beautiful, so he killed the teahouse owner and raped and murdered the owner's daughter.

Ji Wuhua, caught red-handed, was immediately enraged and shouted sharply, "Who exactly are you?"

The coachman took off his straw hat, revealing a handsome but cold-faced man.

"My surname is Qin, and my given name is Feng."

~Chapter 3, Chapter 2 of the Ruthless Tyrant~

Qin Feng put on his straw hat, leaned lazily against the carriage door, flicked his whip, and the carriage slowly moved forward again.

Three old men sat hunched over on their donkeys, swaying along with the carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a beautiful face as bright as spring sunshine. She looked back, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Young Master, why are those people standing there like idiots? Aren't they afraid of being hit by the carriage?"

Qin Feng chuckled and said, "They did something wrong, so I made them stand in the sun as punishment."

At this moment, another equally charming face appeared by the carriage window, and a crisp voice asked, "Young Master, how far is it from Dingzhou City?"

Qin Feng said, "Not far, only about thirty li." "We'll be there before sunset! What, can't wait? So eager to see Xiao San?"

The two women blushed simultaneously and spat, "What are you saying? You're supposed to be Brother Qin (Third Young Master)'s older brother..."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Alright, Yue'er, Piaopiao, get in. Since you're in such a hurry, I'll speed things up! Giddy up!"

The Star River Sword Saint's words were like thunder, and with a loud shout, the two horses pulling the carriage were startled and began to gallop wildly, causing the carriage to shake violently.

Xiao Xiangyue and Liu Piaopiao exclaimed in surprise and quickly pulled their heads back into the carriage, saying coquettishly from inside, "Young Master, you're teasing us! Be careful we tell Aren and cause you trouble!"

Qin Feng didn't say a word, but just laughed heartily, continuously cracking the whip, and the two horses ran even faster.

The three old men riding small donkeys didn't even try to urge them on. The three donkeys, which seemed to have little strength, suddenly took off galloping, their speed no slower than the carriage, never straying far from its side.

After Qin Feng and the others had gone far away, Ji Wuhua and his group of twenty-five, who had been standing blankly in the sun, swords in hand, in fighting stances, suddenly had a line of blood seep from their necks simultaneously.

"This isn't...human swordsmanship..." Ji Wuhua stammered, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

"Sizzle—" A sound of blood spurting emanated from the necks of the twenty-five men simultaneously. Twenty-five fountains of blood gushed from the lines of blood on their necks, then gushed forth like fountains from their neck cavities, sending their heads flying high into the air...

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There were an unusually large number of people entering Dingzhou City today.

The reason was simple: the martial arts tournament was to be held in ten days at Tianping Manor, only fifteen li from Dingzhou City.

Although Tianping Manor occupies a vast area, it doesn't have enough rooms to accommodate all the martial arts practitioners attending the gathering. Therefore, only those with status and influence can stay at Tianping Manor. The rest, including lesser-known practitioners or less important disciples of powerful sects, are sent to Dingzhou City.

Of course, some highly skilled individuals disdain mingling with the martial arts community and prefer to pay for their own inns in Dingzhou City rather than join the hustle and bustle at Tianping Manor.

As a result, inns and restaurants in Dingzhou City have been exceptionally busy lately.

Meanwhile, petty thieves and bandits in Dingzhou City are causing quite a stir. How can they target martial arts practitioners?

Some unsuspecting thieves, picking on the wrong targets, get caught red-handed and beaten half to death—at best

, they're lucky; some are even cut into pieces on the spot. Therefore, the security situation in Dingzhou City during this period is both excellent and extremely poor.

The local thieves have become somewhat more restrained, rarely venturing out anymore. But the martial arts practitioners, armed with swords and knives, are running rampant in Dingzhou City like they're on steroids.

For these江湖 (jianghu) figures, fighting and risking their lives often requires no compelling reason. Sometimes, you see them without greeting them, they accidentally bump into you, or you sit at a table with a good view—all these can ignite a bloody conflict.

Fighting is inevitable; sometimes, two groups will clash over a few words, resulting in the destruction of a restaurant or inn, leaving the owners to suffer in silence.

The garrison and constables of Dingzhou City are helpless. The constables with some martial arts skills are somewhat better able to exchange a few words with these agile martial artists. But the soldiers in the army can only watch helplessly.

There were also some mysterious individuals, whose identities were best kept secret, and who harbored ulterior motives, who naturally preferred not to go to Tianping Manor, lest they be spotted and expose themselves.

Such people often owned hidden businesses in Dingzhou City to maintain their secrecy.

Qin Feng was clearly one of these people.

Although Xiaoyao Manor's influence hadn't penetrated deep into Jiangbei, Qin Feng's maternal uncle, Tie Kongshan, owned the Iron Blood Howling Sky Fortress not far from Dingzhou City. The Tie family naturally also owned properties in Dingzhou City, though not many—simply tens of thousands of acres of fertile land outside the city, and a gold and silver jewelry shop, a rice shop, and a tea shop within the city.

Of course, wealthy people often own properties and villas, and the Tie family was no exception. In the north of Dingzhou City, the Tie family's mansion stood imposingly in the best location, making all other mansions appear inferior.

Young Master Qin was frugal and never extravagant, so he would never pay for his own inn stay. It was fortunate that, apart from the third young master, who was a spendthrift, the other two young masters were also thrifty; otherwise, even the wealthy Xiaoyao Manor would have been ruined.

There were currently no members of the Tie family at the Tie family mansion; only a steward and over a hundred guards, servants, and maids remained.

After entering the city, Young Master Qin went straight to the Tie family mansion, identified himself using tokens from both the Qin and Tie families, and then moved in with his entourage.

As for why the third young master didn't stay at his maternal uncle's place, the reason was simple. The third young master was new to the martial world and hadn't been to Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress for seven years, so he had no idea that the Tie family mansion existed in Dingzhou City.

The steward at the Tie family mansion, seeing that it was the eldest young master, naturally had no reason not to fawn over him. After settling the young master, the two young ladies, and the three old men into their lodgings, they immediately sent someone to inform Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress.

Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress was very close to Dingzhou City; with a fast horse, the letter could be delivered in just one day.

A day later, after receiving the letter from his steward, Tie Kongshan dispatched his son, Tie Jian, and daughter, Tie Xuanxuan, to Dingzhou City.

Tie Jian was twenty-four years old, with a dignified and imposing appearance, and like his father, an extremely robust and strong man. Almost everyone who saw him for the first time felt a sense of generosity and heroism.

The eldest son of the Tie family also had a considerable reputation in the Jiangbei martial arts world, having inherited seven-tenths of his father's "Iron Hand" martial arts technique. However, he was very low-key and had never ventured into the martial arts world, always staying obediently at Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress to help his father manage the fortress's affairs. Therefore, the eldest son's reputation was not as widespread as that of the three Qin brothers.

Tie Xuanxuan, only eighteen years old, possessed the boldness and straightforwardness characteristic of a northern woman. To put it bluntly, she was a bit dim-witted. She had an exceptionally high talent for martial arts, but due to her gender, she couldn't cultivate the extremely powerful and masculine "Iron Hand." Fortunately,

the Iron Blood Howling Sky Fortress was full of skilled individuals, and Tie Xuanxuan became an apprentice of Master Jie, known as the number one finger technique and acupoint striking master in the martial arts world. She learned unfathomable finger techniques and acupoint striking skills.

It was said that Master Jie could strike acupoints from a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) using finger strikes, and Tie Xuanxuan's current skill level had reached the point where she could strike acupoints from a distance of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

After receiving their father's orders, the two siblings immediately abandoned all their affairs and rode swiftly to Dingzhou City.

The reason for this urgency was that Young Master Qin had added a line to his letter to Tie Kongshan: "Xiao San is currently possibly in Dingzhou City."

Clearly, Young Master Qin wasn't the only one with ulterior motives; those stirring up trouble in the shadows had also arrived in Dingzhou City through secret channels.

It could be said that this martial arts tournament would be the grandest martial arts gathering in the history of the Great Qin Empire, and also the darkest gathering with the most hidden agendas.

All the conspiracies would slowly surface here.

"Xingyuan Silk Shop," a relatively unknown and unremarkable silk shop in Dingzhou City.

The owner was a low-key individual, spending ten months of the year away from home, and even during the two months he spent at the shop, he rarely went out on business. The shop's affairs were generally handled by the manager. In the eyes of his peers, the owner of Xingyuan Silk Shop was incredibly mysterious; no one knew what he looked like or how old he was.

People only knew that the head manager of the shop would address his boss as "Young Master Yu."

Young Master Yu was leisurely sipping chilled plum juice in the pavilion in the backyard of the silk shop, enjoying the blood-red sunset of early summer.

Suddenly, the head manager of the silk shop rushed in along a cobblestone path. The nearly sixty-year-old manager ran so quickly, his steps unwavering, his footsteps silent, clearly demonstrating considerable skill in light-footed martial arts.

Reaching Young Master Yu, the head manager bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle and said respectfully, "Boss, there's a young woman outside, holding your token, requesting an audience."

"What token does she have?"

"A jade ring, a symbol of the big boss's status, with an eagle feather carved on the inner wall."

Young Master Yu hummed softly, muttering to himself, "Oh? Is it Luo'er? How did she know I was in Dingzhou City?"

He glanced at the head shopkeeper, somewhat surprised, and said, "You're sweating? Huh, why is there blood on your nose? Nosebleed? No way, with your skill, you'd sweat and have a nosebleed at this temperature?"

The head shopkeeper blew on his white beard, embarrassed, and said, "Big boss, you flatter me. But that girl, alas... she's truly a femme fatale. I... I only secretly used a palm strike to knock off her veil and caught a glimpse of her true face, and my heart was already burning..."

Young Master Yu laughed heartily, "Overestimating yourself! You think you can just casually provoke a naturally alluring woman? That innate charm, besides a saint with a heart stronger than gold, who can resist it? Invite her in! She's come to see me; she must have important news!"

~Chapter Three: Ruthless Domination, Section Three~

Still as a peach blossom reflected in water, moving like a willow swaying in the breeze—how could mere words describe her captivating charm?

When the graceful figure of the girl in the pale yellow dress appeared in the back garden, Young Master Yu felt his breath quicken.

The neckline of the dress, not too low, revealed a small patch of snow-white skin, and beneath the semi-transparent fabric, a pink bodice was faintly visible.

The girl, her face veiled by a thin gauze, moved lightly, her small feet in bright yellow embroidered shoes stepping on the pebbly path, slowly moving forward. With each step, the flower-filled path beside her seemed to lose its luster.

At first, the girl kept her head slightly lowered, her gaze fixed on the path beneath her feet. As she approached the pavilion, she seemed to casually look up, her eyes smiling as she glanced at Young Master Yu.

Sweeped by the girl's captivating gaze, Young Master Yu's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart pounded wildly. Hastily grabbing the bowl beside him, he shoved the remaining ice cubes from his chilled plum juice into his mouth, crunching them loudly.

Seeing Yu Gongzi's flustered state, the young woman lowered her head again, a mocking smile flashing across her alluring eyes.

She gracefully gave a deep bow, her lips parting slightly beneath her veil, uttering a voice so delicate it would make even a nightingale hang itself: "Zhen Luo greets the Great Boss, may the Great Boss be well."

Yu Gongzi, still chewing on ice, nodded repeatedly, mumbling, "Manager Niu, you may leave now. I have something to say to Luo'er." Manager Niu,

who had come with Zhen Luo, secretly chuckled at Yu Gongzi's flustered state, thinking, "You're just as flustered in front of her, aren't you?" However, he dared not show the slightest disrespect, bowing deeply to Yu Gongzi, saying goodbye, and quickly retreating. He dared not linger here for even a moment longer.

Young Master Yu, having finally managed to calm his anger with the ice, said, "No need for formalities, come in and sit down to talk."

Zhen Luo replied, "In front of the Boss, how can Luo'er have a place to sit? Luo'er will stand and talk."

Young Master Yu didn't insist, and smiled, "Luo'er, it's only been two months since I last saw you, how have you become so alluring? Back in the manor, I never saw you with such seductive manners… Hmm, could it be because you and that brat Qin Ren have been intimate, losing your virginity and becoming more mature?"

Zhen Luo was somewhat annoyed by Young Master Yu's unrestrained words, but she didn't show it in her eyes, and respectfully said, "The Boss is quite right. Qin Ren seems to know dual cultivation techniques. After Luo'er was intimate with him, I felt my seductive skills improving rapidly, showing signs of great success. I often unintentionally affect others, so I have to wear a veil."

A flicker of jealousy flashed in Young Master Yu's eyes as he muttered, "Luo'er, I've raised you for thirteen years, and now I'm giving you away. I'm truly not happy about it..." A lewd smile crept across his face. "Since your seductive skills have improved so much, why don't you let me experience them tonight?"

Zhen Luo replied calmly, "The Boss raised me since I was a child; I could never repay such kindness, even if I were to die. Serving the Boss is my duty, but unfortunately, my seductive skills are not yet at a level where I can control them freely. If I were to have intercourse with the Boss, I fear it would be disrespectful to him." "If the board can't hold the essence, it will..."

Young Master Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed, "What will happen? Will I die from exhaustion? Damn it! How can my luck be so bad? I couldn't even enjoy the Nine Yin Saintess of the Demonic Sect's Supreme Being, how come now I can't even touch you?"

Zhen Luo said, "Boss, there's no need to worry too much. When Luo'er's seductive skills are fully developed and she can control them at will, she will naturally be able to serve you in bed." As she said this, Zhen Luo kept her head down the whole time, her eyes unchanged, but a faint sneer hung on the corner of her mouth hidden under the veil.

“Boss,” Zhen Luo continued, “I need to return to the inn tonight. Miss Lianzhou and her cousin, as well as Ye Yingxue, the head of the Chuixue Hall, are all there. If I go back late, they might become suspicious. So, I would like to ask you to listen to my report on important matters, and not to mention anything else.”

Young Master Yu looked dejected, extremely displeased. He waved his hand and said, “Fine, fine! Let Qin Ren have his way for a while! Tell me the news you brought. You must have important information to share with me.”

Zhen Luo replied, “Yes, Boss.” Although abandoned by Qin Ren, and he hadn't returned to look for Luo'er in recent days, Luo'er had been traveling north with Lianzhou, Luo'er, Qin Ni'er, and Ye Yingxue. We arrived in Dingzhou City twelve days ago. About ten days ago, Luo'er and Ye Yingxue stayed at the inn to rest, while Lianzhou, Luo'er, and Qin Ni'er went out to inquire about Qin Ren. When they returned, they were both distraught. Through subtle questioning, Luo'er learned that Qin Ren was indeed in Dingzhou City. The two of them had encountered Qin Ren and even fought with him and a woman he was involved with in Dingzhou.

"But what Luo'er couldn't understand was that the fight resulted in Qin Ren being severely injured by Lianzhou and Qin Ni'er, leaving him on the verge of death. And for some reason, Lianzhou and Qin Ni'er felt guilty about injuring Qin Ren, especially Lianzhou, Luo'er, who secretly shed tears several times." Moreover, according to Lianzhou Luo'er, the woman Qin Renxin was seducing was Du Xiaoyan, the beloved daughter of Du Gongfu of Tianping Manor. And Du Xiaoyan was now deeply in love with Qin Ren.

"These days, Lianzhou Luo'er and Qin Ni'er are either frantically searching for Qin Ren outside, or they're holed up in their inn room, like statues, as if they've lost their souls. Lianzhou Luo'er is especially bad at it.

" "Qin Ni'er is usually cheerful, but lately she's become much more gloomy, often talking to herself. Luo'er repeatedly tried to hear what she was saying, but all she heard was something like 'dog,' 'bone,' and 'teeth,' leaving Luo'er completely bewildered."

"As for Qin Ren's whereabouts, according to Lian Zhou Luo'er, Qin Ren disappeared without a trace after being rescued by one of his servants. These days, Qin Ren has completely vanished from Dingzhou City, and no one knows where he went.

"Du Xiaoyan also mobilized the people Tianping Manor had stationed in Dingzhou City to search for Qin Ren, but she dared not let anyone know that her lover was Qin Ren, only saying that she was looking for a young master named 'Li Gang'.

"Luo'er knows that the martial arts tournament will be held in eight days, and the big boss will definitely come to Dingzhou City to handle some matters. If Qin Ren doesn't come to find Luo'er, Luo'er is powerless. After thinking it over, she can only ask the big boss for a decision, so she came here."

Zhen Luo finished speaking, without looking up, looking down at her toes, quietly waiting for Young Master Yu to speak.

Young Master Yu was silent for a while, then slowly said, "That Qin Ren is no simple character! He actually managed to get Du Xiaoyan to protect him so wholeheartedly even after she knew his identity. This really muddies things up... Lian Zhou, Luo'er, and Qin Ni'er's attitudes are so ambiguous, what exactly happened between them and Qin Ren? The situation doesn't look good! If Lian Zhou and Qin Ni'er don't testify against Qin Ren at the martial arts tournament, and Du Xiaoyan defends him, then the false witnesses we secretly arranged might not be able to make a strong accusation! Hmm, I need to think about this carefully. Luo'er, you go back first and continue to investigate Lian Zhou, Luo'er, and Qin Ni'er's background. You must find out what happened between them. Report back to me as soon as you find out. By the way, what's Ye Yingxue's attitude?"

Zhen Luo said, "Since that night, when Ye Yingxue and Luo'er were both taken by Qin Ren..." He paused, ultimately finding it difficult to say, and didn't finish, "...afterwards, Ye Yingxue seems like a different person..." She was listless all day, uttering the words "kill" and "slice" thousands of times a day. It seemed she truly hated Qin Ren

to the core. "So, there are still people who maintain their integrity! There are still people who are not tempted by lecherous scoundrels! Hmm, very good. As long as there are witnesses, it won't be difficult to force Qin Ren into a corner. Once Qin Ren is cornered, hehe, I have a way to subdue him. Luo'er, Dingzhou City is a mixed bag, and nearby are Tianping Manor and Iron Blood Howling Sky Fortress. My forces..." " We're not deeply involved here, and it's inconvenient for me to show myself, so the task of gathering information will have to be left to you. You must find a way to locate Qin Ren and use your seductive skills to control him!"

Zhen Luo nodded and said, "Luo'er obeys. Does the boss have any other instructions? If not, Luo'er will take her leave."

Young Master Yu waved his hand and said, "Go down! Sigh, if you stand here any longer, I'm afraid I'll have to risk exhaustion to the point of death...hehe..."

Zhen Luo bowed amidst Young Master Yu's silly laughter and gracefully departed.

As her figure disappeared with the last rays of the setting sun, the lewd and foolish smile on Young Master Yu's face vanished, replaced by a deep and cold expression.

As darkness fell, the space beside Young Master Yu suddenly rippled slightly. A figure shrouded in shadow, seemingly emanating a black mist, its features and form blurred beyond recognition, appeared out of nowhere. It was as if it had always been there, or as if an invisible portal had opened in space, and it had emerged directly from it.

If it weren't for the faint shadow cast on the ground, one would almost mistake it for a ghost.

"This woman is unreliable," the black figure said in a voice ethereal, chilling, and sinister, like the demonic whispers of the deepest hell. "She didn't dare look at you when she spoke." Young

Master Yu's expression shifted slightly upon the figure's appearance, changing from deep and cold to merely cold, lacking depth, with a hint of lewdness and arrogance. This change was almost imperceptible, seemingly directed specifically at the black figure.

"I know," Young Master Yu forced a sinister smile. "Probably Qin Ren had too much fun with her; she forgot her place and wants to betray me!"

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