Rebirth of a Stunning Beauty (Complete) - 6

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The third section:

A bright moon, a few wisps of breeze.

Under the cover of night, Dingzhou City reflected the cold glow of the moonlight. Dotted with lights, this major city in Yan Province resembled a celestial marketplace. Where the sunlight couldn't reach, darkness spread, and evil quietly bred. The city, prosperous by day, remained prosperous at night—but a prosperous prosperity of evil.

Theft, robbery, beatings, gang fights, murders—all these crimes occurred constantly in the streets and alleys. Blood spilled on the ground was quickly washed away. The naked victims, still unconscious, were thrown into the gutter. The gleaming blades illuminated the twisted,狰狞 faces.

Dingzhou City, the most prosperous commercial city in Yan Province, was 120 li from Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress. Numerous gangs, large and small, existed there, and the city was extremely chaotic, known as one of the ten most notorious bandit cities in the Great Qin Empire.

In this city, even the Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Fortress, hailed as the most powerful legitimate force in Jiangbei, couldn't completely infiltrate. You simply couldn't distinguish between the law-abiding citizens and the ruthless bandits and murderers of Dingzhou.

Perhaps an honest old man selling roasted sweet potatoes by day would transform into a cold-blooded killer by night; perhaps a pitiful-looking beggar would become the head of a major gang; perhaps a young woman washing clothes by the river by day would become a terrifying female demon practicing yin-yang cultivation; perhaps…

who knows? Those who did know are almost all dead.

The venue for this martial arts tournament, "Tianping Manor," is located on Tianping Mountain, the only picturesque scenic spot in Jiangbei, near Dingzhou.

The manor's master, "Master Craftsman" Du Gongfu, is extremely famous in the Jiangbei martial arts world. Not only is his martial arts superb, but his character is also widely praised, earning him the title of the most public-spirited and righteous person in the land.

The martial arts tournament was held at his manor for no other reason than Du Gongfu's reputation for impartiality.

However, with the tournament imminent, the target—the number one lecherous demon, Qin Ren, the third young master of the Qin family, who practiced sexual exploitation, was still at large.

Not only was he not captured, but few even knew his whereabouts; no one knew where he had fled.

Some suspected that Qin Ren had either returned to Xiaoyao Manor or hidden in Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress, otherwise, it would be impossible to find any clues about him.

However, Qin Xiaoyao, the master of Xiaoyao Manor, and Tie Kongshan, the master of Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress, repeatedly assured the outside world that they had not seen Qin Ren. They said that if the heroes did not believe them, they could come into their territory for a thorough search, and they would certainly make things easy for everyone.

But if they couldn't find him… well, the charge of false accusation could be serious or minor. A minor offense might result in a beating, while a major offense could be the death penalty of having one's entire family wiped out!

No one dared to directly offend Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress. Although Qin Ren's crimes had become widely known thanks to the instigation of certain individuals, and everyone who wanted to deal with Qin Ren believed they were in the right, the terrifying power of Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress made everyone unwilling to risk the extermination of their entire family for the sake of so-called chivalry.

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"Where on earth has Qin Ren gone?" In Zhenzhou City, the capital of Yan Province, adjacent to the capital, a pale-faced young man dressed in bright yellow robes embroidered with a three-clawed golden dragon viciously twisted a carrier pigeon to pieces. "Damn it, Qin Ren actually abandoned Luo'er and ran away alone! Judging from Luo'er's letter, it seems she hasn't made any progress in seducing Qin Ren. I've really lost both my woman and my money this time!"

"Boss, you don't need to be angry at all. With Qin Ren's lecherous nature, even if he hides for now, he'll eventually come looking for Miss Luo. With Miss Luo's captivating charm, Qin Ren won't be afraid of not taking the bait." A figure shrouded in shadow, seemingly emanating black mist, with a face and figure so blurred that they were completely indistinct, stood beside the young man. His voice was like a vague, unpredictable demonic murmur drifting from the depths of hell.

The young man called the "Big Boss" took a deep breath and said, "But Venerable One, three of my ten top masters have died in this charade. I even gave away Luo'er, a naturally alluring woman I've raised for thirteen years and never even touched myself, to Qin Ren. But what have I gotten in return? Your scheme has ruined Qin Ren's reputation, forcing him to hide. Doesn't that mean our grand plan is doomed?"

The shadowy figure called the "Venerable One" smiled sinisterly and said, "Qin Ren won't hide. He will definitely appear. How could someone like him be content to remain hidden? He's a born playboy; he won't be satisfied without causing trouble and chasing women. Big Boss, please rest assured, I believe Qin Ren will definitely show up before the Martial Arts Tournament."

"Venerable One, it seems your plan to sever ties between Xiaoyao Manor and Qin Ren hasn't succeeded," the big boss murmured. "Qin Xiaoyao hasn't sent a single person; he seems to completely disbelieve that Qin Lei was injured by Qin Ren."

The Venerable One replied, "I never expected Qin Xiaoyao to fall for the trap. The 'Heavenly Hand' has roamed the martial world for decades, earning a formidable reputation; he's no ordinary person. However, my plan was a series of interconnected schemes; if one failed, another would follow. I left irrefutable evidence against Qin Ren near Qin Lei. Even if Qin Xiaoyao doesn't believe the witness, surely the rest of the world will? If everyone believes the witness, Qin Ren's guilt will be hard to guarantee. And once Qin Ren's guilt is established, many in the world who want to destroy Xiaoyao Manor and Iron-Blooded Howling Sky will..." The sects that have been defeated will definitely use Qin Ren as an excuse to bombard Xiaoyao Manor and Tie Xue Xiaotian Fortress. Heh heh, as long as Qin Xiaoyao and Tie Kongshan firmly believe that Qin Ren has been framed and are determined to protect him, then conflict with the major powers of the world is inevitable. "Boss, think about it carefully. If you were Qin Xiaoyao, and you watched Qin Ren being framed, how would you handle it?"

The Boss thought for a moment and said, "I would believe that the person who framed Qin Ren wants to attack Xiaoyao Manor."

The Venerable nodded and said, "Then think again. If the person who framed Qin Ren wants to attack Xiaoyao Manor, then who would be the framing person?"

The Boss said, "It must be those who are dissatisfied with Xiaoyao Manor and want to replace it with their own power."

"That settles it, doesn't it?" The Venerable One chuckled sinisterly. "Qin Xiaoyao will suspect those forces that want to replace Xiaoyao Manor, and those forces will suspect Qin Xiaoyao of protecting Qin Ren. In short, no one will suspect us. And with both sides suspecting each other, Qin Ren will be the fuse. Hehe, as long as Qin Ren appears at the martial arts tournament, that'll be quite a show. Perhaps, it will eventually turn into Xiaoyao Manor joining forces with Iron Blood Howling Sky Fortress to fight against other major sects and families!"

"Brilliant! No matter how they fight, it will only benefit us. We might even be able to use this opportunity to clarify our stance and win over a few forces!" The boss's eyes lit up, then he frowned. "But what if Qin Ren doesn't show up? What if he insists on waiting until after the martial arts tournament to appear?"

The Venerable laughed. "Boss, don't worry. If Qin Ren doesn't show up, we'll force him to. Boss, you've invested so much effort, lost a woman, and lost a master. If I don't do something, I'll be letting you down. Hmm, the Nine Yin Saintess of my sect has just been successfully trained. Let the Nine Yin Saintess..." "Go lure Qin Ren out!"

The big boss swallowed hard and said, "Is the Venerable One referring to that innate Nine Yin Body, who possesses the natural ability to bewitch all beings, even more alluring than my still immature Innate Enchantress?"

The Venerable One nodded proudly: "The big boss's Innate Enchantress is still immature and cannot compare to my Nine Yin Saintess for now. The Nine Yin Saintess in my sect was originally intended to be my vessel. In hundreds of years, only one perfect Nine Yin Saintess has appeared in my sect. But for the sake of the world's greater good, I had to sacrifice her."

The big boss said wistfully, "If only I could spend a night with her..."

"Boss, you shouldn't even think about it!" The Venerable interrupted the Boss. "That Nine Yin Saintess is born with a pure Yin body and is most skilled at absorbing the pure Yang essence of men. If you don't have a pure Yang constitution, or if your skill in absorbing essence isn't as profound as the Nine Yin Saintess's, anyone who has intercourse with her will be drained of their essence and die!"

The Boss smiled awkwardly. "Hehe, just thinking about it. Venerable, if the Carefree Manor and Iron Blood Howling Sky Fortress really clash with the major sects of Jiangnan and Jiangbei, which side do you think we should ally with?"

"Of course, it's Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress!" the Venerable sneered. "We'll first drive Qin Ren to the brink of death, then rescue him at the most crucial moment. We'll also make sure Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress see this and are grateful to us. Or we can simply drive Xiaoyao Manor and Ironblood Howling Sky Fortress to their deaths before rescuing them. The major powers in Jiangnan and Jiangbei can't force Qin Xiaoyao and Tie Kongshan to their deaths, but if we add the strength of our two families and use all our manpower, resources, and wealth, we can definitely force Qin Xiaoyao and..." "Is it still possible for Tie Kongshan to appear? And when they think they're doomed, we can turn against them, wipe out the other forces, and rescue Qin Xiaoyao and Tie Kongshan. That way, we can still bring both major forces under our control. Hmm, Qin Ren can't have sacrificed in vain. We have to protect him no matter what."

The big boss smiled bitterly: "But the problem now is, Qin Ren might not show up! We can't protect him even if we want to."

The Venerable One laughed: "Big boss, I've already said I'll offer up the Nine Yin Saintess, so why are you always so worried? Hmm..."

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Dingzhou City, Qilin Street, where wealthy merchants and officials live.

When the wind rose, a figure completely wrapped in a black cloth, revealing only a pair of lustful eyes, rode the wind and silently slipped into an exceptionally luxurious mansion in the middle of Qilin Street under the cover of night and the cool breeze.

This was a property owned by Du Gongfu of Tianping Manor in Dingzhou City. Tonight, Du Gongfu's most beloved daughter was resting in this mansion.

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the black figure lurked in the shadows beneath the courtyard wall of the mansion, its eyes scanning the surroundings.

Tianping Manor lived up to its reputation; this luxurious mansion, seemingly peaceful on the surface, actually harbored countless sentries and hidden guards.

The black figure had infiltrated the mansion countless times, but each time it returned empty-handed. The reason was simple: there were too many hidden experts. To sneak in undetected was virtually impossible.

The black figure had witnessed several skilled individuals, relying on their superior abilities, attempting to cause trouble, only to be thrown out like dead dogs after entering the courtyard.

These experts went in lively and energetic, but emerged barely alive, their tendons severed, their dantian shattered, their tongues cut out, and salt rubbed into their wounds.

It wasn't that the people of Tianping Manor were ruthless, but rather that the bandits, robbers, and assassins in Dingzhou City were countless and extremely vicious. If they weren't made an example of, trouble would surely follow.

However, not all monkeys are frightened by chicken blood. The black-clad figure was one such monkey, unafraid of it.

Or perhaps the black-clad figure was afraid of blood, but after witnessing the true face of the Du family's young lady during the day, any fear had been swallowed up by his boundless lust. "

Boundless lust"—this saying always holds true.

Today, the black-clad figure was very lucky. He successfully sneaked into the courtyard and lurked along the wall for half an hour, still without sensing the presence of any experts.

Did this mean the security was weaker tonight?

Suppressing his excitement, the black-clad figure began moving towards the west courtyard of the mansion.

There, there were artificial hills, gardens, flowering trees, and a stream.

The scenery was naturally breathtaking, but the dark figure who had sneaked in under the cover of night wasn't there to risk his life to admire it. He had something else, something far more important.

Besides the beautiful scenery, there was an exquisite pavilion in the west courtyard.

The dark figure possessed exceptional lightness skills; he moved as if riding the wind, his toes barely touching the ground before he could leap several feet, even using the grass for support—the delicate blades of grass could lift him up. He

had already reached the artificial hill fifteen feet in front of the pavilion. The dark figure hid in a crevice in the hill, glancing around again, but still finding no trace of a master.

His heart pounded. One more leap into the pond, and he would reach the pavilion. Once he reached the pavilion, he would have nothing to fear!

A seven-foot-wide pond, a four-foot-wide lawn, a three-foot-wide flowerbed, a one-foot-wide pebble path.

Fifteen feet was nothing more than a leap for the dark figure.

The figure in black took a deep breath, calming his racing heart, his mind returning to a serene state.

He emerged from the crevice in the artificial hill, bent his knees, lowered his body, and crouched low, his entire being like a black cat poised to pounce.

With a powerful push, the force propelled him forward like a cannonball—whoosh! The figure swept across the pond, his incredibly swift movements gliding across the water's surface, stirring up a few floating duckweeds.

The figure in black was overjoyed. This was the only open area in front of the pavilion, a stretch devoid of any cover. If a skilled individual were lurking nearby, passing through this area would make them the easiest target for detection.

But now, not a single expert had attacked him; it seemed the security tonight was indeed exceptionally weak!

The black-clad figure was about to approach the pavilion when a clear, melodious chant rang out from above: "Riding the wind, I gather flowers between heaven and earth! Brother, on such a fine day, why not invite a beautiful woman to enjoy the moon and wine, instead of engaging in such sneaky acts?"

The black-clad figure was startled. Looking up, he saw a handsome young man in a sapphire-blue robe, his long hair neatly combed. His left hand was behind his back, his right hand gently waving a folding fan. Without any apparent movement, he floated in the air like a feather, drifting lightly with the wind, maintaining the same speed and direction as the black-clad figure.

Judging by the young man's height in the air, his lightness skill was far superior to the black-clad figure's. Who had ever seen someone truly able to fly by borrowing the wind? Even the best lightness skill requires leverage!

Yet the young man, without swinging his arms or kicking his legs, stood upright with his legs together, as if gliding on something, moving swiftly forward in the air, as graceful as a celestial being.

His hair remained perfectly in place, a testament to the pinnacle of lightness skill!

The black-clad figure was shocked. He croaked hoarsely, "Who are you? Why are you ruining my plans?"

The young master chuckled, whispering a secret message into the black-clad figure's ear: "I am the ninth son of the dragon, a carefree womanizer in the mortal realm! Brother, let me savor all the beauties of this world. You can rest in peace now!"

As he spoke, his left hand pressed down gently, striking the black-clad figure's head from a distance of nearly five zhang.

The black-clad figure looked up at the sky, wanting to resist, but his heart was filled with despair.

The force of that palm strike was so immense, seemingly covering the entire world. A relatively small hand gave the strange feeling of being infinitely magnified, while the sky shrank infinitely beneath it. A giant vortex seemed to form in the air, sucking away all the black-clad figure's strength and courage!

With a muffled bang, the black figure's body, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, slowly disintegrated from the top of its head, slowly exploded, and slowly turned into a pool of blood.

Time didn't slow down; it was just that the young master's palm strike enveloped the black figure's body, making the scene of his explosion abnormally slow.

The feeling was incredibly strange, as if the surrounding spacetime was normal, while the black figure was in a completely incongruous spacetime, slowed down countless times.

The disintegration of every piece of skin, every muscle, every bone was clearly visible, even the spurting of every drop of blood, the blooming of every blood flower—all were crystal clear, enough for anyone to see clearly.

Finally, the black figure's transformed blood plasma slowly fell into the pond like snowflakes, where the fish scrambled to devour the flesh.

The young master looked at his palm and smiled slightly, "Hmm, my palm strength has improved again."

At this moment, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind filled the courtyard, and more than a dozen men carrying torches, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with burly figures and gleaming eyes, swept in from all directions, gathering before the pond.

The leader of the burly men, dressed in red, looked up at the young master in the sky, a forced smile appearing on his slightly ferocious face: "Young Master Li, what excellent martial arts! This notorious womanizer Zhang Ziyi is incredibly skilled in lightness of movement, and he also knows the art of sensing qi. As long as there are experts lurking nearby, he will never come in. We've let him escape several times. If it weren't for Young Master Li's righteous intervention, we would have had a hard time taking him down!"

Young Master Li smiled with unparalleled composure and said, "I hate womanizers the most in the world! My 'Mighty Vajra Palm' is meant to use the power of Vajra to subdue all evil spirits. Under heaven, I, Li Gang, will kill every womanizer I see, and kill two at a time! No need for thanks, it's my duty!"

The man in red bowed to the young master who called himself Li Gang and said, "Miss is waiting for you in the other courtyard, we'll take our leave now."

With a wave of his hand, he and his group of experts dispersed completely. Before they left, by the torchlight, one could see that Li Gang was standing on a thin, almost completely transparent steel wire. If it weren't for the torchlight's reflection and the cover of night, anyone would have thought Li Gang was floating in the air.

After the masters had all left, Li Gang gracefully floated down from the wire, his movements incredibly elegant and fluid, like a feather, making one wonder if he could float without the wire at all. His lightness skill was clearly among the top three in the world!

"Heh, if it weren't to fool you servants, would I, this young master, need to walk on a tightrope?" Li Gang chuckled eerily, muttering to himself, "Everyone in the world knows that I, Qin Ren, am a master of lightness skill. To conceal my identity, I have to pretend that my lightness skill is lacking. Luckily, these people don't know my worth, otherwise they would have recognized that my 'Mighty Vajra Palm' is actually the 'Heaven-Covering Hand,' and I, the Third Young Master

, wouldn't be able to keep up the charade!" With a smug smile, Li Gang—no, the Third Young Master—sauntered leisurely across the green grass, fanning himself with a folding fan, and headed towards the villa.

The Third Young Master was now aware of his infamous reputation in the martial arts world. Although he was furious at the framing and slander, he quickly realized that he had indeed raped quite a few girls, so he didn't care.

The chivalrous people of the world were all searching for the Third Young Master. Although he wasn't afraid, he was too lazy to cause trouble, so he simply reverted to his name from his previous life, claiming to be a disciple of a mysterious sect, named Li Gang.

The Third Young Master's signature martial arts are lightness skill and the Heaven-Covering Hand. While many know the name "Heaven-Covering Hand," not everyone knows what it actually looks like when unleashed. Therefore, few doubt the Third Young Master's claim that he practices the Mighty Vajra Palm.

After all, a single palm strike can topple a courtyard wall and pulverize a person, truly deserving the name "Mighty Vajra Palm."

Now that the Third Young Master has finished his business, he naturally goes to meet Miss Du. Speaking of which, his boast of killing all the flower thieves in the world is not unfounded.

As the saying goes, rivals are enemies. Since the Third Young Master is a flower thief, he naturally wants to kill all the flower thieves in the world and share all the beauties with them.

The Third Young Master isn't that magnanimous. What he wants is monopoly!

~Chapter Six: Many Beauties~

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Du Xiaoyan stood quietly before the flowerbed in the courtyard. The flowers, illuminated by the bright moon, swayed gently in the night breeze, sending forth a faint fragrance.

The wind chimes by the window of the secluded courtyard played a clear, melodious tune in the breeze. The candlelight reflected on the window paper flickered gracefully, and the quiet, elegant courtyard behind the young woman appeared exceptionally charming in the tranquil night.

Looking up at the bright moon, her slender, graceful figure cast a faint shadow in the moonlight. Her delicate hands were clasped together, and the long ribbons on her jade-like arms danced in the cool breeze, her pale blue dress swaying gently.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her beauty was like jade, more beautiful than any flower.

Du Xiaoyan suddenly sighed softly. In her glances, her bright eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of melancholy appeared between her delicate brows.

Her arched eyebrows furrowed slightly, her jade-like head lowered gently, her rounded chin shrouded in shadow, her beautiful face shrouded in mystery and allure.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" Du Xiaoyan murmured to herself, "Doesn't he know he's waiting anxiously?"

Thinking of the handsome young man's warm, spring-sun-like eyes, the lazy smile on his lips, and his affected, head-shaking recitation of those ridiculous poems—poems of unknown origin, undeniably moving and touching, yet deliberately poorly altered—a faint smile crept onto the girl's lips. But then,

thinking of the melancholy, weathered look that occasionally crossed the young man's still-young face, a new wave of sorrow washed over her.

"Oh, my darling, who are you anyway?" the girl murmured, her voice a mixture of complaint and heartache. "You have so many worries, why don't you share them with me? Aren't there enough troubles in the world? How can you bear them all alone? Oh, my darling, I don't know why you have so many worries at such a young age. I was originally a very lively person, but these days I've gradually been infected by you, and I've gained countless worries for no reason. Oh, my little darling, you really are my nemesis from a past life..."

The girl recalled her first encounter with the boy.

That day, she came down from Tianping Manor, intending to stay at the manor in Dingzhou City for a few days. Tianping Manor had been too noisy these past few days, with many martial arts practitioners participating in the martial arts tournament flocking in, freeloading and even trying to win someone's heart.

Although Xiaoyan was a lively girl who usually enjoyed excitement, she couldn't stand the lustful looks those martial arts heroes gave her. To avoid those tiger-like and wolf-like martial arts heroes, Xiaoyan temporarily left Tianping Manor.

It was springtime, and the scenery at Tianping Manor was at its most beautiful. Xiaoyan was forced to leave the manor, and as she descended the mountain, she was extremely unwilling, filled with hatred for the culprit who had caused her departure—Qin Ren, the number one lecher in the world.

At the same time, she was also very curious: what abilities did this boy, who had only been wandering the martial world for less than two months and was a year younger than her, just over fifteen years old, possess that could alarm the entire righteous and unrighteous martial arts world of the Great Qin Empire? How did he manage to pluck those famous beauties and harm so many renowned masters?

Although Du Xiaoyan was curious about Qin Ren, that was all. Thinking of the descriptions of Qin Ren in the martial world, Du Xiaoyan could already roughly imagine what he looked like.

Short and stocky, with disproportionate limbs, a large belly, and a greasy, greasy face, he wore a lewd smile. His eyes, narrowed to slits, gleamed with lust, constantly glancing at the breasts and buttocks of young women and girls. His wide-open mouth revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth, with bits of leftover food stuck between them…

Ugh… Du Xiaoyan was disgusted by her own imagination and almost vomited.

Yes, that lecherous monster must look like this!

Du Xiaoyan told herself with absolute certainty, "I hope I never meet him!"

Tianping Manor was very close to Dingzhou City, but Dingzhou City was too chaotic, so even though it was less than fifteen li away, Du Xiaoyan was still surrounded by eight skilled guards.

In fact, Du Xiaoyan herself could be considered a first-rate expert; her whip skills were superb, and she could accurately lash out the wing of a fly within three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

However, Du Gongfu was worried about his daughter's safety. Fifteen li was enough for skilled bandits to set up thousands of traps.

When they were still five li away from Dingzhou City, a small accident occurred.

More than fifty bandits ambushed and robbed them in broad daylight. After a volley of arrows, all eight guards around Du Xiaoyan were riddled with bullets.

Just as the bandits pointed more than fifty gleaming arrowheads at her, leering as they surrounded her, and she was prepared to fight to the death, he appeared.

He descended from the sky with graceful movements, shielding her. As arrows rained down on him, he turned back and gave Du Xiaoyan a bright smile.

That smile made Du Xiaoyan's heart flutter inexplicably, and a wave of shyness washed over her. She blushed and lowered her head, completely forgetting that they were surrounded.

Arrows couldn't pierce his body; he was like invulnerable steel. When the arrows bounced back, the bandits' expressions changed.

Turning to face the bandits, his bright, sunny smile vanished, replaced by a chilling, murderous grin.

Warmth and coldness shifted perfectly within him; his warmth was captivating, his coldness terrifying—true masculinity!

He struck, casually unleashing a palm strike. The powerful, surging force sent the bandits tumbling and rolling on the ground like small boats in a stormy sea. More than fifty bandits were defeated in a single move!

The bandits fled in cries, none daring to take another blow from him. He stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched their retreating figures, as imposing as an invincible war god.

Du Xiaoyan's heart succumbed at that moment, captivated by his perfect blend of gentleness and strength.

What followed was natural. They exchanged names and pleasantries, and with mutual attraction, the young man, who called himself Li Gang, followed her to her residence in Dingzhou City. After a few cups of tea, their relationship deepened.

When Du Xiaoyan invited Li Gang to stay at her residence, he politely declined, booking a room at a nearby inn and meeting her every night.

Although Du Xiaoyan felt a slight regret, she grew even more fond of Li Gang's gentlemanly manners. During their meetings, Li Gang remained courteous and never crossed any lines. While he occasionally expressed his affection for her, he never made any advances.

Unbeknownst to her, Du Xiaoyan had become deeply attracted to him. His elegant speech, extensive knowledge, profound martial arts skills, melancholic temperament, and even his masterful handling of the folding fan all captivated her.

Little did Du Xiaoyan know that she had fallen in love with Qin Ren, the infamous lecherous villain reviled by everyone in the martial arts world.

She was even more unaware that the fifty-odd bandits whom the Third Young Master had driven away that day had soon received a thousand taels of silver; the person who issued the silver notes was Qiao Wei, now the Third Young Master's trusted servant.

In any era, winning a beauty's heart through a heroic rescue always has a high success rate, especially when the "hero" is handsome, wealthy, and manly.

What is despicable? What is shameless?

The Third Young Master is the best embodiment of both.

Tonight, the young woman stands under the moonlight, quietly waiting for her beloved, passing the time by reminiscing about their time together over the past few days.

Until a tall figure slowly approached, bathed in moonlight, his elegant steps shattering the silvery moonlight on the ground, a folding fan ruffling the hair on his shoulder.

The girl smiled, slowly stepping forward to meet him, her pace quickening unconsciously until she almost ran into the boy's arms.

The boy's outstretched arms closed tightly around her, encircling her in his embrace.

It was a perfectly harmonious scene of lovers meeting—if only there weren't so many treacherous schemes behind it all.

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The boy smiled, stroking the girl's soft, long hair, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe, causing her body to tremble slightly.

She looked up, her two misty eyes gleaming with an unusual light, seemingly filled with a yearning, gazing intently at the boy. Her delicate, luscious red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids.

Looking at the beauty in his arms, the young master's heart fluttered, and he leaned down, kissing those fiery red lips deeply.

A passionate, thirty-minute kiss left the girl nearly breathless under the young master's fervent embrace.

Releasing her, the young master licked his lips, still savoring the moment, and smiled, "Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, you're just too beautiful, I couldn't help myself..."

Du Xiaoyan pressed a slender, delicate index finger to his lips, her body, almost limp from the kiss, nestled in his arms, and murmured, "Don't speak, hold me..."

The young master obeyed, quietly holding Du Xiaoyan, feeling her soft body. It's worth noting that during their dates a few days ago, he hadn't even touched her hand. Having adopted Qiao Wei's advice, the young master, temporarily transforming from a womanizer into a Casanova, adhered to gentlemanly conduct, employing a combination of coaxing and deception to try and win over a girl. Today, he had finally gotten the girl to willingly throw herself into his arms and offer him a kiss.

"This cost me over fifty thousand taels of silver!" Thinking of the considerable expense of hiring those bandits, the young master sighed inwardly. "Damn it, speaking of which, when I got Yue'er, it cost a whole million taels of silver. This time, the fifty thousand taels is nothing compared to that. Hmm... I don't think I've spent a single tael of silver on any other beautiful woman since I got Yue'er. It seems like I lost a bit this time... Whatever, my family is rich and powerful, and I always have to spend all the money I earn. Hmm, playing the Casanova will naturally be more expensive, but that's fine too. At least I don't have to worry about being chased by a woman after I've gotten her."

Du Xiaoyan, who was practically buried in the young master's arms, had no idea what he was thinking. She smelled the masculine scent on him, and her body felt hot. The girl, who had never been so close to a man before, felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and her arms around his waist tightened involuntarily.

"You... why are you so late today?" Feeling the changes in her body and the fact that her underwear was already wet, the girl was ashamed and had to speak to distract herself.

The third young master smiled, one arm around the girl's shoulder, the other stroking her soft, long hair, without saying a word.

Du Xiaoyan looked up and met the Third Young Master's burning gaze. She couldn't help but lower her head shyly again, saying in a voice barely audible, "My darling, I'm asking you a question, why are you just staring at me like that without saying anything..."

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "Xiaoyan, you were the one who wouldn't let me speak just now."

Du Xiaoyan pinched the Third Young Master's waist playfully and said coquettishly, "But I want you to speak now!"

The Third Young Master laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Tu Hong said that a few days ago, several petty thieves sneaked into the house at night, probably intending to cause some trouble. Most of them were caught and killed by Tu Hong and his men, but there was one guy they couldn't catch. Tu Hong said he recognized the guy's movements; he should be the most famous womanizer in the Yan Province area, 'Butterfly in the Wind' Zhang Ziyi. Today, we set a trap to lure Zhang Ziyi in and took him down. So, naturally, we're late today."

Tu Hong was the head of the guards in the manor and one of the few top fighters in Tianping Manor. His external martial arts skills had reached their peak, making him impervious to blades and spears. It was said that

his weak point had been reduced to the size of a fingernail. Where that weak point was, of course, remained a mystery.

The plan to capture "Butterfly in the Wind" Zhang Ziyi tonight hadn't been mentioned to Du Xiaoyan, so she was unaware of what was happening. An unprecedented sense of urgency drove her to immediately throw herself into the arms of the Third Young Master upon seeing him.

The womanizer—no, he should now be called a Casanova.

Given the Third Young Master's usual nature, with such a beauty in his arms, he should have immediately swept her up, tossed her onto the bed, and then stripped her naked before indulging in a passionate lovemaking session. However, the Third Young Master forcibly restrained his desires, continuing to play the gentleman. Hadn't Qiao Wei said...? A true playboy makes women throw themselves at him, begging and pleading for him. Therefore, Third Young Master decided he wouldn't take Xiaoyan to bed until she willingly undressed.

"Hmm… maybe I should put some sleeping pills on her to arouse her? That way she should undress on her own." The lazy and impatient Third Young Master, with a beauty in his arms, couldn't help but think of something else. But he immediately dismissed the idea. Using sleeping pills wouldn't showcase his skills

, would it? Besides, in pursuing Du Xiaoyan, Third Young Master had truly experienced the pleasure of pursuing women. It's like hunting; many people enjoy the chase and search for their prey, but the thrill disappears once the prey is dead.

In Third Young Master's case, he was gradually experiencing the pleasure of pursuing girls, and if he put her in bed too early, that pleasure might vanish instantly.

So after quietly holding Du Xiaoyan for a while, the Third Young Master didn't take any further action. Du Xiaoyan gradually calmed her restless desire and her mind cleared up a bit.

Once she was a little more sober, she immediately realized how indecent her current posture was.

"Oh no, what happened to me? Will he think I'm promiscuous?" the girl thought anxiously. "But if I break free from his embrace now, will he misunderstand my intentions? What should I do? What should I do?" The girl's

body gradually stiffened. On one hand, she didn't want to be looked down upon by her beloved; on the other hand, she didn't want him to misunderstand her, thinking that she was breaking free because she didn't like being in his arms.

But heaven knows, Du Xiaoyan felt so comfortable in the Third Young Master's arms that her soul almost flew away!

It was the Third Young Master who first noticed the girl's unusual behavior. He gently, almost imperceptibly, pushed her away, his hands on her shoulders, pulling her away from him, and meeting her star-like eyes.

"Xiaoyan, it's windy outside, let's go inside!" the Third Young Master said gently.

The girl nodded obediently, feeling incredibly grateful to him. How could this clever and perceptive girl not know that the Third Young Master was being considerate of her?

The Third Young Master took the girl's hand and led her into the room in the courtyard.

Du Xiaoyan's boudoir was elegantly decorated, even scholarly, unlike the typical women of the martial world; she seemed more like a lady from a refined family.

On the table in the center of the room sat a zither. Du Xiaoyan sat down at the table, placed her hands on the zither, plucked a string, and smiled sweetly at the Third Young Master, "Let me play for you!" The Third

Young Master nodded. He knew that Du Xiaoyan was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and more importantly, she was well-read, completely different from those ignorant women of the martial world—a true woman of talent. The Third Young Master even thought that if Du Xiaoyan were to take the imperial examination, she would easily pass with top honors.

Of course, Du Xiaoyan's martial arts skills were also quite good. In the Great Qin Empire, women as accomplished in both literature and martial arts as Du Xiaoyan were extremely rare. Her family background was also very powerful, so becoming a daughter-in-law of the Qin family wouldn't be a disgrace to the Qin family.

However, the Third Young Master had no plans to get married yet; he hadn't had enough fun!

Besides, even if one were a Casanova, according to Qiao Wei's theory, after getting a woman, one should also make her leave on her own after getting tired of her—that's what makes a Casanova truly invincible!

The Third Young Master didn't know when he would get tired of her, but at least for now, he was still very interested in Du Xiaoyan.

The Third Young Master sat down opposite Du Xiaoyan, holding the fragrant tea she had personally brewed, and smiled at her.

Du Xiaoyan smiled back at the Third Young Master, lowered her head, and plucked the strings of her zither. A series of beautiful notes flowed from the instrument.

The Third Young Master had no musical talent, but his affectation was first-rate. He sat quietly in his chair, a mysterious smile on his face, his head swaying slightly, seemingly immersed in the beautiful music. But his mind was wandering: "Sigh, getting a woman to undress willingly seems incredibly difficult, doesn't it? Women, especially virgins, are always a little shy. How could they so easily undress in front of a man? I think Xiaoyan is a well-mannered girl. Although she comes from a prestigious martial arts family and has picked up some of the ways of the martial world, it seems the women of the Qin Empire aren't so open as to strip naked and be completely naked, are they? Hmm—come to think of it, she hasn't brought me to her boudoir before. Now that she's brought me in, made me tea, and played the zither for me, is she secretly..." "Is this a good time to make my move?" "Hmm, that should be it. I need to seize the opportunity! If I don't even understand this hint and just sit here waiting for her to strip naked, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Lost in thought, he was also plagued by anxiety: "I've finally managed to play the Casanova! If I just abruptly take her to bed, wouldn't I lose all the Casanova image I've painstakingly cultivated? Damn it, nothing works, so what am I supposed to do?!"

The Third Young Master watched Du Xiaoyan and began to fantasize. He imagined Du Xiaoyan suddenly standing up, stripping off all her clothes, and walking naked in front of him, saying, "Hey, handsome, how about you come to bed with me?"

Thinking of this, a lewd smile appeared on the Third Young Master's face.

"Damn it, whatever! I've never heard of a Casanova not taking the initiative!" Having made up his mind, the Third Young Master suddenly stood up and strode towards Du Xiaoyan.

Du Xiaoyan looked up in astonishment, watching the Third Young Master walk towards her with a resolute expression. The way he moved and the expression on his face made Du Xiaoyan feel that her beloved must have made a crucial decision!

The Third Young Master reached Du Xiaoyan, and without a word, pulled her up from the chair. He put his left arm around her shoulder and his right arm around her waist, and with a swift turn, made Xiaoyan half-lie down, assuming the classic pose from *A Chinese Odyssey* where the sunset warrior kisses the girl opposite him, planting a passionate kiss on her.

After the kiss, the Third Young Master stared at the bewildered Du Xiaoyan, took a deep breath, and said, "Xiaoyan, it's getting late, let's wash up and go to sleep!"

Du Xiaoyan was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry!

The third section

describes a state called "water flows naturally into the channel," where all preparations are complete, and all that's left is to draw the water.

If the spring is already steaming, but you forcefully suppress the flow, that goes against the laws of nature, is intolerable, and is extremely wrong.

Such mistakes must be vehemently corrected; allowing them to fester will only lead to irreparable harm.

Third Young Master is certainly not that kind of person. In fact, on this moonlit night, the girl lying in his arms had already given him several hints. If Third Young Master adhered to the so-called "love saint" principle of waiting for a woman to undress herself and spread her legs out on the bed before taking him, he would truly never deserve the title of "love saint." How can

someone who doesn't even understand a woman's mind be worthy of the title?

Strike while the iron is hot; that's the true nature of a scoundrel!

Men who can make women willingly strip naked and actively seduce them don't exist in this world; the Third Young Master is one of them. However, such women often harbor unspeakable secrets.

A daughter from a respectable family, even if she loves you to death and desperately wants to sleep with you, will at most offer a suggestive hint, but won't be so proactive.

Of course, Chu Xiangshuai and Lu Xiaofeng are the ultimate Casanovas, and also the idols the Third Young Master worshipped in his past life. Their abilities are enough to make any beautiful woman's lower body wet upon seeing them, eagerly spreading herself out in bed.

Clearly, the Third Young Master hasn't reached that level yet; he still has a long way to go on the path to becoming a Casanova.

As things stand, the Third Young Master's skills are already quite considerable. After he uttered those words that left Du Xiaoyan both amused and exasperated, everything unfolded naturally.

It was a night of budding romance; the beautiful woman's tearful moans evoked both pity and aroused passion. The trembling sounds made even the moon in the sky blush and hide quietly behind the clouds.

Petals fell like rain, and the virgin's first blush bloomed like the most beautiful flowers on the sheets.

The alluring jade body beneath the Third Young Master was initially shy, then receptive, and finally convulsed in the climax.

The highest realm of pleasure is not about lasting three or four hours at a time, but about bringing even the most apathetic woman to her peak in the shortest time, using the most correct method, while simultaneously reaching a state of blissful ecstasy oneself.

It's like martial arts; both aim to kill. Practicing ten thousand sword techniques is for killing, and practicing just one is also for killing. Since one move can kill, what's the point of ten thousand techniques?

Ah Fei only ever had one sword, Li Xunhuan only ever had one scalpel, and Qin Ren only ever had one palm strike.

The Third Young Master clearly understood this principle. His "Burning Desire" true energy and "Turning Clouds and Rain" divine skill were designed to stimulate his partner while simultaneously regulating his own physical state, allowing him to reach his peak at the same moment.

Releasing his essence at that moment would prolong his partner's pleasure and intensify the sensation.

Deeply understanding this, the Third Young Master inwardly mocked the authors of those harem novels from his past life. They knew nothing, only how to act recklessly. Unable to last three or four hours themselves, they fantasized about endowing their characters with superhuman abilities, unaware that such people didn't truly understand the art of sexual intercourse. At best, they were like farmers, relying on brute force and crude techniques.

Or perhaps "oxen" would be more fitting.

Toiling for four hours for ten seconds of pleasure, exhausting both the woman and themselves, was akin to the "Seven Injury Fist"—harming both the opponent and oneself.

Outside the villa, Tu Hong, the head of the guards on night watch beside a rockery, heard the strange, soul-stirring sounds. He looked up at the moon, and the rough-hewn man, thinking of the young lady he had watched grow up, finally becoming a woman, sighed deeply, saying, "Life is truly...lonely..."

His sigh, filled with bitterness, was like that of a father seeing his daughter married.

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Qiao Wei was drinking.

In a luxurious inn across the street from the Tianping Manor, Qiao Wei, the Third Young Master's loyal servant, was drinking alone under the moonlight.

The window was wide open, and Qiao Wei's face, usually obsequious to the Third Young Master, now held a rare solemnity.

"Ten years." Qiao Wei drank a cup of wine, sighed deeply as he looked out the window at the moonlit street, "I no longer care about the troubles of the martial world, I only want to find a good family to live under their roof and end my remaining years, why do you have to force me like this?" At this moment, Qiao Wei's voice suddenly became incredibly strong and desolate, like that of an old man who had weathered many storms.

"Hehehehe..." A laugh so gloomy it was almost imperceptible suddenly rang out, and three dark figures suddenly appeared out of thin air on the street outside the window.

They appeared so suddenly, as if they had always been there, or as if they had appeared directly from thin air.

The three figures were completely shrouded in black robes, their heads and faces covered with black cloths, only revealing a pair of piercing eyes.

Qiao Wei was at the window upstairs, while the three men in black were on the street outside, about three zhang apart, silently staring at each other.

"The Demonic Sect's stealth technique is indeed ingenious. How did you find me?" Qiao Wei looked at the three men in black and smiled bitterly.

"Elder Qiao, your disguise skills are truly superb. Who could have imagined that the once eight-foot-tall, eight-foot-waisted, and four-hundred-and-fifty-pound elder of the Demonic Sect, Qiao Qitian, would become like this today? Looking at you now, you've probably lost more than half your weight, haven't you? That face that was so fat that your eyes were just slits now looks remarkably energetic!" One of the three men in black spoke eloquently, "Although you've successfully lost weight and your physique and appearance are completely different from before, you've overlooked one thing—no matter how you disguise yourself, this body..." "Your scent can't be completely concealed. It just so happens that among those bandits who helped the third son of the Qin family rob women, whom you rewarded the other day, was a disciple of my Demonic Sect. And coincidentally, he saw you once many years ago. Even more coincidentally, although his martial arts skills are lacking, he possesses a nose more sensitive than a wolfhound. He memorized your scent years ago, and that day he smelled it again, naturally recognizing you as one of the seven elders of the Demonic Sect, Elder Qiao Qitian, 'Time Waits for No Man.'"

Qiao Wei sighed. He appeared to be around thirty, but in fact, he was over sixty. Otherwise, where would he get such broad knowledge and unique insights? And what right did he have to advise the Third Young Master on pursuing women? A mere coachman, no matter how many places he traveled, couldn't possibly know or understand some things.

"I am no longer Qiao Qitian. My name is Qiao Wei, and I am now a servant of the Third Young Master of the Qin family. The affairs of the Demonic Sect have nothing to do with me. You should leave now and don't come looking for me again." Qiao Wei waved his hand forlornly.

The black-clad man in the middle flashed a cold light in his eyes: "Elder Qiao, I address you respectfully as Elder because you are a former member of the Demonic Sect, but you are not someone you can dismiss at will! I have come to see you on the orders of the Supreme One, and I have important matters to discuss..."

"No need to say more!" Qiao Wei waved his hand sharply: "Don't think I don't know what your Supreme One is thinking. Isn't he just trying to deal with Qin Ren, and then use Qin Ren to deal with Xiaoyao Manor and Iron Blood Howling Sky Fortress? Let me tell you the truth, I've been living a very comfortable life these days, eating and drinking with the Third Young Master. The Third Young Master has been very good to me. I always repay kindness tenfold and revenge a hundredfold. Since the Third Young Master is good to me, I cannot be disloyal to him!"

As he said this, Qiao Wei recalled the day when the Third Young Master was ambushed in the mountains by the Snow Blowing Hall and other masters. At that time, in order to hide his identity, he could not reveal his martial arts and fell into the hands of the Snow Blowing Hall disciples. He never expected that the Third Young Master would go on a killing spree to save him. The terrifying aura emanating from that single glare, enough to terrify three men, deeply impressed Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei was a man of great insight; how could he not know that the Third Young Master's eyes possessed the "Asura Demon Eyes"? Although Old Qiao had retired from the martial world, he still needed a wise patron. Someone with the Asura Demon Eyes was the perfect choice.

In Qiao Wei's eyes, the Demon Sect Master's desire to oppose the Third Young Master was nothing short of a pipe dream: "Go back and tell your Supreme One that Qin Ren has the backing of the Carefree Manor and the Iron-Blooded Roaring Sky Alliance. With the Demon Sect's current strength, trying to overthrow these two forces is utterly delusional! Now that I have left the Demon Sect, its affairs are no longer my concern. You juniors, leave quickly and don't disturb my peace."

The man in black in the middle said somewhat angrily, "The Sect Master said that Elder Qiao has to help with this matter, whether he wants to or not!"

Qiao Wei sneered, "Oh? Did your current leader, that junior Ximen Wudi, really say that?"

"How dare you address the Supreme One by his name! This is utter disrespect to the Demon God!" The man in black on the left could

n't contain himself and roared. Qiao Wei chuckled, "Demon God? What is a Demon God? If there truly were a Demon God, why would I have left the Demonic Sect? Heh heh, the Demon God is just a joke! I watched that junior Ximen Wudi grow up. Don't think he's something special just because he's mastered the Demonic Sect's ultimate scriptures, the 'Destroying God Heart Sutra' and the 'Immortal Slaughtering Treasure Scroll.' He's called Wudi, but he's not truly invincible! If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for disregarding our past friendship!"

The three men in black were all enraged. "Qiao Qitian, are you determined to disobey the Supreme One's orders today?" the man in black on the right shouted.

"Nonsense!" Qiao Wei poured himself a drink, completely ignoring them.

"Good, good, good!" The man in black in the middle trembled with rage. "We've long heard that Elder Qiao is 'unforgiving of age,' and today the three of us will take this opportunity to learn from Elder Qiao!"

As he spoke, the three men in black soared into the sky like three black eagles, their six fleshy palms unleashing six white palm strikes that tore through the air with sharp screechs, sweeping towards Qiao Wei like a whirlwind.

A cold glint flashed in Qiao Wei's eyes, and he said grimly, "Since you know that I am 'unforgiving of age,' why have you come to your death?"

Section Four:

Qiao Wei sat calmly by the window, leisurely sipping his wine.

On the balcony in front of the window lay three desiccated corpses.

The black robes on the corpses had disappeared, and judging from the remaining fabric, they looked as if they had weathered over a long period of time.

The flesh that had been hidden under the black robes was now exposed, and the three men in black now looked like mummies that had been weathered in the desert for hundreds of years.

The flesh and blood had completely vanished, leaving only three skeletons with skin covering their bones, sunken eye sockets, and protruding bones—an indescribably eerie sight.

Even these mummies were rapidly decomposing at a visible rate, as if the entire process of decay had been recorded and was being played back at top speed.

The skin cracked and turned to powder quickly, and the bones shriveled up, turning to dust along with the remaining clothing in the night wind. In the time it takes to drink

three cups of wine, the three mummies had completely decomposed into powder, leaving only three piles of bone dust on the balcony. A gust of

wind swept through, carrying the three piles of bone dust into the air, scattering them lightly between heaven and earth. The three men in black had completely disappeared, as if they had never existed.

"Alas, time waits for no one… Any peerless hero, any invincible demon, before the passage of time, in the end, won't they all become a few wisps of dust in the vicissitudes of life?" Qiao Wei shook his head and sighed.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind at the window, and Qiao Wei knew without looking who had come.

The distinctive sound of clothes rustling through the air was clearly intentional; otherwise, given the newcomer's light-footed skill, even at top speed, they wouldn't have made a sound if they had been careful.

"Third Young Master, come quickly! I've warmed a few jugs of fine wine and am waiting for you!" The forlorn and weary expression on Qiao Wei's face vanished abruptly, replaced by a typical obsequious grin, his voice reverting to its usual rough yet shrill tone.

The Third Young Master darted into the room through the window, gracefully spun in mid-air, and landed steadily in the chair opposite Qiao Wei.

"Brother Wei, not bad! You can already recognize the sound of my clothes rustling through the air," the Third Young Master said with a smile, picking up the wine jug, pouring himself a cup of emerald-green wine, and downing it in one gulp.

"Thanks to Third Young Master's guidance!" Qiao Wei said with a smile, bowing as he poured Third Young Master another cup of wine. "If it weren't for Third Young Master's bestowal of miraculous pills, I wouldn't have made such great progress."

Third Young Master waved his hand magnanimously: "Why say such things? It's just a pill, barely increasing internal energy by ten years. We have plenty of those kinds of pills in Xiaoyao Manor."

Third Young Master wasn't exaggerating. Xiaoyao Manor had collected miraculous pills from all over the world, including many kinds that could increase internal energy, with vastly different effects. Some could increase internal energy by ten years, while others could increase it by twenty, thirty, or even sixty years.

Third Young Master, who now possessed a hundred years of internal energy, consumed rare pills that could increase his internal energy by thirty or sixty years. Ordinary pills that could only increase internal energy by ten or twenty years were no longer effective for him. It was like taking Western medicine; once you get used to strong drugs, your body develops resistance, and taking weaker drugs is useless, at most only good for treating wounds.

So, the Third Young Master didn't mind giving Qiao Wei, who was now quite favored by him, a pill with relatively weak potency. Little did the Third Young Master know that Qiao Wei's skill could only be described as "the pinnacle."

Qiao Wei said, "Third Young Master seems to have returned later than usual today. I've warmed this wine seven times already. Usually, Third Young Master would return before the wine cooled down after the first warming. Could it be that Third Young Master today... umm~~" Qiao Wei's eyes gleamed with lust, a lewd smile playing on his lips, as he gestured with his chin towards the Third Young Master.

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "Today, I set up a trap with Tu Hong, the head of the Du family's guards, and killed a notorious womanizer in Yan Province. That's one less competitor for me! Next, hehe..."

"The Third Young Master slept with Miss Du?"

The Third Young Master nodded smugly, "This time I didn't use force, and of course, I didn't use any drugs. That Du girl willingly threw herself into my arms. Wei-ge, this doesn't contradict your theory of being a Casanova!"

Qiao Wei asked again in detail about how the Third Young Master had gotten Du Xiaoyan. This was the only time the Third Young Master had gotten a woman more beautiful than a flower into bed without using any flirting techniques, so he was naturally quite proud and boasted about it. Thinking

back to the Third Young Master's debut, his first Xiao Xiangyue was bought with money. The second Liu Piaopiao was forcibly taken; he used his "Burning Lust" true energy combined with his "Turning Clouds and Rain" divine skill to drive her mad, taking advantage of her vulnerability. As for Qin Ni'er, Lian Zhou Luo'er, Qiu Ruomei, Ye Yingxue, Zhen Luo, and the other women, which one of them was without the help of the drug?

Of course, if the Third Young Master were willing to put in the effort, he could certainly win over any of those women. But is it possible to expect a lazy man to ignore readily available roasted meat and instead hunt and cook it himself?

After hearing this, Qiao Wei asked again, "Then why didn't you stay overnight at the Du family's house tonight, Third Young Master? Why did you return in the middle of the night? Getting out of a beauty's bed is something I, a humble servant, cannot do."

The Third Young Master laughed and said, "Isn't it inconvenient? The Du family is a prominent family in the martial arts world. Although I have already made Xiaoyan's marriage a done deal, we are not married yet

. Staying at her place would not be good for her reputation if word got out." "Even if you stay there for one night, what does it matter if the servants find out? Which servant would dare to gossip?" Qiao Wei was unconvinced.

“Brother Wei, you’re mistaken.” The Third Young Master tossed peanuts into his mouth and pondered, “Although I’m heartless and can’t be bound by one or a few women, I won’t allow anyone else to touch my women. Even if I kill them myself, I won’t let them go to anyone else. Xiaoyan’s father, ‘Master Craftsman Du’, is the master of Tianping Manor, and this martial arts tournament targeting me is being held at Tianping Manor. I don’t believe Du’s father doesn’t have any wicked schemes. There are four great families in Jiangbei: the Iron-Blooded Tie family, the Tianping Du family, the Beihai Zhao family, and the Lianyun Zhou family. The Du family claims to be as fair as a scale, but we from Xiaoyao Manor have already found out that the Du family is secretly colluding with the Zhao and Zhou families to bring down my uncle’s Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Fortress. Hmph, this martial arts tournament is ostensibly to call on the righteous martial arts world to deal with me, but how can those underhanded tricks be hidden from me?”

The Third Young Master arrived in Dingzhou City, overhearing much discussion among martial arts practitioners along the way. He knew his reputation was now at its zenith, albeit a notorious one… He also learned about the martial arts tournament. Although he didn't take it too seriously, based on the martial arts novels and movies he'd read in his previous life, he deduced that every martial arts tournament was backed by a series of conspiracies.

This made him cautious. Although he was fearless, it would be a huge loss if he implicated the Qin and Tie families. What

aroused his suspicion most was the injury of his second brother. With his brother's Thunderclap Blade, only a handful of people in the martial arts world could harm him.

The Third Young Master knew he hadn't injured his brother, so whoever could must be extraordinary.

To injure his brother, frame the Third Young Master, and create such a huge uproar in the martial arts world, the person manipulating this was no ordinary individual. The Third Young Master already sensed that a bloody storm was about to erupt in the martial arts world of the Qin Empire.

Since his family had already been implicated, he couldn't run away any longer.

Although the Third Young Master of the Qin family wasn't a politician or a schemer in his previous life, and hadn't even truly experienced the ways of the world, those who studied philosophy possessed a calm and analytical mind. Philosophy, in fact, is a discipline that allows one to see through the essence of things. The knowledge the Third Young Master acquired in his previous life hadn't been discarded because it seemed useless in this life. Utilizing philosophical thinking methods that were a thousand years ahead of the world, coupled with the military books and novels he had read in his previous life, the Third Young Master's mind was now far beyond that of ordinary people.

While a Casanova might be lazy, when faced with a situation, his insightful observations could be quite formidable.

The Third Young Master's meticulous approach to Du Xiaoyan wasn't solely driven by lust for her beauty; of course, the Du family's young lady's beauty also played a significant role.

After a pause, the Third Young Master continued, "Xiaoyan is deeply in love with me, that's undeniable. But if she knew that I, Young Master, am the infamous Qin Ren, the one everyone hates in the martial world… uh, I'm wrong, now everyone despises me, I can't be sure she'd still treat me as well as before. When I reveal my identity and officially clash with Tianping Manor, which side do you think she'll side with?"

~Chapter Seven: Qin Ren's Capture~

Section One

Qiao Wei thought for a moment and said, "I dare not make a definitive statement on that. Given Miss Du's temperament, she might very well remain neutral."

"That's what I think too." The Third Young Master nodded in agreement, "But even if she remains neutral, if I, Third Young Master, kill her parents and brothers, do you think she'd still remain neutral?"

"That would be different; she might fight you to the death, Third Young Master."

“That makes sense. So, although I’ve already gotten my hands on her, I can’t end up with her.” The Third Young Master sighed. “Since I can’t be with her, and might even break ties with her and kill her myself, why should I linger on her? I might as well finish what I need and come back immediately.” Qiao

Wei remained silent. He hadn’t expected that after all the roundabout talk and analysis of the martial arts world, the Third Young Master’s final purpose was to explain why he didn’t spend the night in Du Xiaoyan’s boudoir.

“The Qin family’s way of thinking… truly unique!” Qiao Wei was filled with admiration for the Third Young Master. Of course, it wasn’t just Qiao Wei who admired him; Elder Qiao Qitian of the Demonic Sect was equally impressed.

"This martial world..." The Third Young Master drank another cup of wine, sighing with endless emotion, "It's going to turn the world upside down again... Heh heh, so what if the world turns upside down? Just watch as I, the Third Young Master, can cover the sky with one hand and hold up the heavens with both palms! Anyone who hurts my Second Brother, I will tear them to pieces and grind their bones to dust!" A cold smile with murderous intent appeared on the Third Young Master's lips, and his pupils once again showed the Shura Purgatory, making Qiao Wei secretly tremble with fear.

"Good, Young Master is indeed very bold!" Qiao Wei flattered him.

"Hehehe... After this storm is quelled, I, the Third Young Master, will surely be famous throughout the world. At that time... hehehehe, won't all those beauties who admire heroes be crying and begging to be picked by me?" After the Third Young Master's bold words, he immediately revealed his true colors, and Qiao Wei, listening from the side, was truly at a loss for words.

"Brilliant! Young Master's ambition is truly lofty!" Flattery was unavoidable...

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Early morning, a thin mist shrouded Lingyun Mountain. A gentle breeze blew, and the sunlight, piercing through the mist, lazily shone on the picturesque Xiaoyao Manor, as if suffering from impotence.

Qin Feng, the eldest son of the Qin family and the Star River Sword Saint, was practicing his sword in the manor's backyard.

However, the sword techniques Qin Feng was practicing did not belong to any particular school; he hadn't even used his renowned "Star River Sword Technique."

His footwork was erratic, seemingly unsteady, with no discernible pattern, and his sword strokes were random, slashing and thrusting haphazardly, entirely based on whim.

The Star River Sword Saint didn't use internal energy when practicing, so his haphazard sword strikes made him look like someone who knew no martial arts, chopping wood and butchering pigs with a sword.

There was no sword light, no sword energy, not even the sound of a blade cutting through the air.

At this moment, Qin Xiaoyao was carrying a birdcage, strolling leisurely into the backyard.

When he saw Qin Feng practicing his sword, he frowned and shouted, "Ah Feng, what are you doing? Is this how you practice swordsmanship?"

Qin Feng was startled, immediately withdrawing his crooked thrust and sheathing his sword. He then walked to Qin Xiaoyao, bowed, and said, "Your son greets Father. Father seems to be in a very good mood today!" Qin Xiaoyao sneered,

"Even the best mood has been ruined by you, you good-for-nothing! Ah Feng, you call yourself the Star River Sword Saint, but if you had used... " "That sword technique... well, if that can be considered a sword technique, if others saw it, your reputation would be ruined."

Qin Feng smiled dismissively: "May I ask, Father, what is sword technique?"

Qin Xiaoyao was slightly taken aback. "Why do you ask this? Do you intend to create a new school of sword technique?" Qin Feng shook his

head. "I simply wish to ask Father, what is true sword technique?"

Qin Xiaoyao thought for a moment and said, "Sword technique is..." At this point, Qin Xiaoyao suddenly found himself unable to continue.

Sword technique is the method of using a sword. There are no fewer than a thousand schools of sword techniques in the world. Each school of sword technique has been refined and perfected through countless trials, leaving behind the most appropriate method of using a sword.

But which school of sword technique can be called "true sword technique"?

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature, but there is no second in martial arts. Most martial artists in the world consider themselves extraordinary, and before encountering an opponent, they always think they are invincible.

Each sword-wielding school believes it is unparalleled in its sword-wielding methods, and no one is willing to concede to the others. Even the world's number one swordsman probably cannot claim that his swordsmanship is the true swordsmanship.

Seeing his father speechless, Qin Feng smiled and said, "Father, actually, I don't know much about true swordsmanship either, but I received guidance from my third brother. He said that a sword is a weapon of death; no matter how good the sword is, it's still just a weapon for killing. And swordsmanship is nothing more than the techniques for killing, and there are countless techniques, but all of them are for the same purpose: killing. Since one move can kill, what's the point of having countless sword techniques?"

Qin Xiaoyao, a man of extraordinary talent, understood after a moment's thought and exclaimed, "Did my third brother really say that?"

Qin Feng nodded and said, "Yes. Father knows that I'm determined to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but until now, I dare not claim to have even touched the threshold. But after my third brother's reminder, I felt enlightened and made great progress in swordsmanship."

"Kill someone in one move? Kill someone in one move?" Qin Xiaoyao muttered to himself for a while, then his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "No way! To kill someone in one move, one must first be far superior to their opponent in absolute strength. If someone with no internal energy were to fight a master with a century's worth of internal energy, that master could kill the person with no internal energy with a single palm strike from several feet away. Even if the master learned the fatal move, what use would it be?"

Qin Feng said, "I have also thought about this question, but I did not ask you, Third Brother, at the time. Later, I have thought about it carefully these days, and after witnessing something by chance, I suddenly understood this principle. Many times, absolute strength does not necessarily determine the outcome of a battle."

As he spoke, Qin Feng drew his Crescent Moon Seven Star Sword and took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve.

"Father, which do you think is sharper, this sword or this paper?"

Qin Xiaoyao chuckled. "Ah Feng, is that even a question? The Crescent Moon Seven Star Sword, one of the Seven Divine Weapons of the World, is definitely sharper than this piece of paper."

Qin Feng asked again, "Then, Father, can you cut a tree with this paper?"

Qin Xiaoyao proudly replied, "With my inner strength, even a falling leaf or a flying flower can be fatal. This thin paper in my hands can become sharper than a piece of iron."

Qin Feng smiled, "That's because Father's inner strength is profound. But not everyone in the world is like Father, with over two hundred years of accumulated inner strength. If it were an ordinary person..." " Holding the Seven Stars Crescent Moon Sword, you can cut down a tree with brute force alone. But if an ordinary person were to cut this thin piece of paper into a tree, probably only one in ten thousand could do it,"

Qin Xiaoyao scoffed. "That's simply impossible. Even among a million people, not one could do it."

Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Father, you're wrong. As long as the method is right, anyone can do it."

Qin Xiaoyao was greatly surprised: "Is that really true?"

Qin Feng didn't answer. He walked to a small tree in the backyard and said, "Father, please look." As he spoke, he pinched one corner of the paper, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he cut the paper into the small tree. Silently, after the paper cut into the small tree, it penetrated more than halfway in, like an iron sheet cutting tofu.

"Father, did you see it clearly?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.

Qin Xiaoyao was greatly shocked. He had seen it clearly just now. Qin Feng hadn't used any internal force at all; he had cut the paper in entirely with wrist strength.

Qin Xiaoyao strode to the tree, carefully examined the piece of paper that was already embedded halfway into the trunk, reached out and pinched the part of the paper that was still sticking out of the tree, and gently pulled. With a hiss, the paper tore apart.

"This is just an ordinary piece of white paper," Qin Feng said with a smile. "I didn't use any internal energy, yet I was still able to do this. Although my wrist strength is far superior to that of ordinary people, everyone can train their wrist strength, but internal energy is completely different and not everyone can cultivate it. Even a weak piece of paper can kill, and a strong sword can break. The key lies in the method of that 'move'."

"This... why is that?" Unconsciously, Qin Xiaoyao began to stammer.

Qin Feng said, "By combining the speed and angle of the paper cutting the tree trunk, and finding the weakest point, the paper can become as sharp as a steel knife. One day, I happened to witness a servant in the study accidentally cut his finger on a page while arranging books, and the wound was smooth and clean, as if made by a sharp blade. Only then did I truly understand what you meant, Third Brother."

Qin Xiaoyao pondered deeply, his eyes gradually shining brightly. A martial arts path he had never imagined before was slowly opening up before him.

"Everyone has weaknesses, every martial art has flaws. As long as there are moves, there are flaws!" Qin Feng declared clearly, "As long as you find that flaw and attack it with the most correct method, even an ordinary person can defeat a peerless master! And that move that hits the flaw is the fatal move you mentioned, Third Brother!" Qin Feng

, drawing inferences from one instance to another, actually grasped the meaning on his own after listening to Third Young Master's haphazard quotations from martial arts novels from his previous life. Thus, a generation of Heavenly Sword began to shine!

Qin Xiaoyao shuddered, then threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the heavens and dispelling the thin mist swirling above Xiaoyao Manor!

"My Xiaoyao Manor is now truly invincible!" Qin Xiaoyao roared, casually striking out with a palm. The seemingly effortless palm strike landed on the small tree, which remained unmoved.

Qin Xiaoyao didn't even glance at it, turning to leave, saying as he went, "Ah Feng, this afternoon, you should go down the mountain! The martial world is in turmoil. Although Ah Ren is a genius, he can't fight against overwhelming odds. Go and lend him a hand! It's time for a change of leadership in the martial world!"

Qin Feng, his face full of respect, agreed, then stood with his hands at his sides, obediently watching Qin Xiaoyao's departing figure.

After Qin Xiaoyao's figure disappeared, Qin Feng walked to the small tree, gently stroked its trunk, and the entire tree instantly disintegrated as if made of sand, transforming into countless wood threads without any abruptness. Each tiny wood thread, following its own grain, perfectly separated from the tree trunk, dancing in the air. A

gust of wind rose, and the countless wood threads scattered cleanly with the wind.

Qin Feng gazed at the scattered wood threads, some snow-white, some gray-black, and some dark green, and murmured to himself, "To be able to cover the sky with one hand... My Qin family should truly be able to cover the sky with one hand in the martial world!"

The second section

describes Dingzhou City as a major commercial city, bustling from the morning market until midnight.

In Dingzhou City, you can go out at any time; every shop will remain open until midnight, so there's no need to worry about not finding anything.

However, when shopping in Dingzhou City, always remember to avoid crowded places, otherwise, you might find your valuables looted after you've squeezed out of the crowd.

The thieves of Dingzhou City are the fastest thieves in the world. Once, a wealthy merchant saw a crowd watching a spectacle and squeezed into the crowd to watch. When the crowd dispersed, the merchant was stripped naked, even his underwear containing his silver notes was removed, leaving him only in his outer robe, and he didn't notice anything amiss.

Currently, Qin Ren is strolling with Du Xiaoyan, followed by Qiao Wei, Tu Hong, and nine other servants and experts.

Du Xiaoyan, arm in arm with the Third Young Master, rests her head lightly on his shoulder, acting like a refined lady, moving with graceful steps.

The Third Young Master, smiling, holds a folding fan in one hand, taking three steps and waving it twice, acting like a dashing scholar.

Qiao Wei carries several bags of groceries, looking around cautiously as they walk. Tu Hong and the others, with their hands empty, vigilantly scan the surroundings, constantly on guard against anyone approaching the Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan.

It was at this moment that Uncle Li set his sights on the Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan. He sat on the second floor of a restaurant, holding a glass of wine, and gestured to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl selling vegetables at the window facing the street.

The girl was plain-looking, with a rather dull face and messy hair, even with a lot of dandruff in it.

However, her eyes were very beautiful, a pair of bright, sparkling pupils that gave off a mischievous feeling.

After seeing Uncle Li's gesture, she nodded almost imperceptibly, used a customer buying vegetables to shield herself, and gestured to a little beggar sitting on the street.

After seeing the girl's gesture, the little beggar looked to the side and tapped the ground a few times with his dark bamboo cane.

After the little beggar tapped his bamboo pole, a group of about forty ragged little beggars miraculously emerged from all directions of the alleyways, rushing towards the Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan with loud shouts. They held out their broken bowls to the Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan without warning, crying, "Young master and young lady, please have mercy! I'm starving to death!"

Seeing this strange scene, Tu Hong instinctively felt that something was wrong. He immediately gave a signal, and the experts from Tianping Manor quickly surrounded Du Xiaoyan and the Third Young Master, preparing to push the group of little beggars away for them.

Tu Hong couldn't guarantee that there weren't top-tier assassins among these beggars. Many assassins liked to disguise themselves as beggars and assassinate people while they were begging for money.

Despite their suspicions, Tu Hong and his companions couldn't bring themselves to beat the beggars

and then throw them away. So, even though they were blocking the way for the Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan, they still pulled out a handful of copper coins from their pockets, intending to use them to send the beggars away. Fortunately, there weren't any assassins among the beggars, and they cooperated very well with Tu Hong and his group's arrangements, surging past Tu Hong and his eight experts to take the copper coins from their hands.

Of course, due to the large number of beggars, a scramble for the coins inevitably occurred, with an average of five or six beggars surrounding each expert, scattering like birds after a chaotic push.

Watching the beggars disperse, Tu Hong and his group felt something was amiss, but something still felt off.

The Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan smiled as they watched Tu Hong and his men. Seeing their confusion, the Third Young Master patted Tu Hong on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Chief Tu, you should take these brothers back and get some clothes."

Tu Hong and the others were startled by this, suddenly feeling a chill. Looking down, they saw that their clothes had been almost completely stripped off, leaving only their underwear.

Eight naked experts, wearing only underwear of various colors, stood brazenly in the middle of the road, while the surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

Tu Hong was immediately enraged and shouted, "Damn it, those little beggars, how could they be so vicious! If I catch them, I'll skin them alive!"

After uttering these harsh words, he looked around, but there wasn't a single beggar in sight. The little beggars had vanished, and even the little beggar sitting by the roadside tapping his bamboo cane had disappeared.

Tu Hong and the others felt a chill run down their spines. The beggars' movements were so swift; they stripped them naked without them even noticing. If one of them had been an assassin intent on killing them, stabbing them in vital areas with such speed, Tu Hong, though invulnerable, would have been unharmed, but the other seven experts would have been doomed!

Du Xiaoyan suppressed a laugh and said, "Uncle Tu, how you deal with those thieves is a matter for later. Let's go back now; standing here in the street will only make us a laughingstock."

Tu Hong and the others blushed deeply, apologized to the Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan, and fled towards the Du residence, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Wei escaped unscathed. In fact, after stripping Tu Hong and the others naked, the beggars had also tried to take care of Qiao Wei, but no matter how hard they tried, even when they got close enough, they couldn't reach him. A strange current of energy emanated from Qiao Wei, repelling their outstretched hands.

The group of beggars, knowing Qiao Wei was not to be trifled with, readily fled.

Of course, Qiao Wei carried tens of thousands of taels of silver, a reward from the Third Young Master, along with some valuable trinkets; how could he allow those petty thieves to lay their hands on him?

"The thieves of Dingzhou City truly live up to their reputation," the Third Young Master sighed, fanning himself. The thieves were incredibly fast; even true masters like Tu Hong, once surrounded, would inevitably be stripped naked with the slightest physical contact. "However, some of the petty thieves' methods were quite skillful."

At this moment, a young man in a blue cloth shirt appeared beside Uncle Li in the restaurant. He bowed respectfully to Uncle Li and said, "Uncle Li, we had a very successful haul this time. We obtained a total of 1,200 taels of silver notes, 127 taels of loose silver, and over 500 copper coins. We also got five jade pendants and six snuff bottles, the value of which we don't know yet; we'll have to wait for an appraisal before we can make a judgment."

Uncle Li nodded and said, "Hmm, not bad. But it's a pity..." "If even a few servants have so much money, then their master must have even more. Sigh, now that young couple is on guard, it'll be difficult to make a move."

He glanced sideways at Qiao Wei and said, "Why didn't the servants attack the servants?"

The young man in the blue robe replied, "We tried, but strangely enough, no matter how hard we tried, even with our 'Thousand Illusion Hands,' we couldn't reach the servant. I suspect that servant is probably a very powerful expert."

"What? Even the 'Thousand Illusion Hands' couldn't reach a servant?" Uncle Li was startled and looked at Qiao Wei again, only to see Qiao Wei looking up at him with a smile.

Uncle Li's heart pounded, and he quickly looked away, only to see the young couple also smiling at him.

"Damn it, they've found us!" Uncle Li cursed under his breath, preparing to signal the girl selling vegetables downstairs, but the young man stepped forward, blocking her path. Uncle Li was genuinely surprised: "Yun-ge'er, find a way to get Xiao Ye away immediately. Damn it, how did they find me?"

The young man in the blue shirt nodded and ran downstairs. Uncle Li tried to remain calm, just about to get up and leave, but then glanced back at Qiao Wei, only to see Qiao Wei's lips move slightly. Uncle Li's expression immediately changed drastically.

Qiao Wei mouthed, "Li Guding, it's been years since we last met. Do you still remember me, Qiao?"

The young man in the blue robe, called Yun Ge'er, had just run downstairs and was standing at the restaurant entrance, about to gesture to the vegetable-selling girl, when he noticed the lewdly grinning young master waving a folding fan and watching him with a grin. The young lady holding the young master's arm glanced at him, then looked back at the vegetable-selling girl.

Actually, when Uncle Li was giving the vegetable-selling girl a meaningful look, the Third Young Master had already noticed something strange. Of course, it was only unintentional.

Given the Third Young Master's character, how could he walk without looking around? Naturally, he would look around to see if any beautiful women were passing by, and he would also look at the restaurants on both sides of the street. He happened to glance at the window of the restaurant where Uncle Li was sitting on the second floor and saw Uncle Li's strange look.

The Third Young Master hadn't noticed at the time, but following Uncle Li's gaze, he saw the vegetable-selling girl, and then the little beggar across the street. The little beggar's tapping of his bamboo cane naturally caught the Third Young Master's attention, and the appearance of a large group of little beggars naturally made him suspect something was amiss.

It was perfectly normal for Qiao Wei to notice these oddities; with his abilities as an elder of the Demonic Sect, Qiao Qitian, if he couldn't even spot such a small trick, then he would have wasted decades of his life.

The Third Young Master winked at Yun Ge'er and said, "Brother Wei, catch the thief."

Qiao Wei responded with a "yes," then, behind the Third Young Master's back, winked at Uncle Li upstairs and strode towards Yun Ge'er in front of the restaurant.

The Third Young Master, along with Du Xiaoyan, walked towards the vegetable-selling girl.

Seeing the Third Young Master approach, the vegetable-selling girl smiled calmly, "Young Master, would you like to buy some vegetables? Look at these scallions, all picked fresh from the garden this morning, so crisp and fresh. And these bok choy..."

"Buying vegetables is a servant's job," the Third Young Master interrupted, fanning himself with his folding fan and staring into the girl's eyes, smiling, "Miss, wearing a human skin mask must be very uncomfortable, right? Would you like me to remove it for you, or will you do it yourself?"

In the third section

, Qiao Wei slowly walked to Yun Ge'er at the entrance of the restaurant, smiling as he glanced at him.

Wei's gaze seemed to possess boundless magic; after one look at Yun Ge'er, Yun Ge'er instantly became like a wooden sculpture, his face blank, his eyes lifeless.

"Come with me upstairs," Wei whispered to Yun Ge'er, then walked towards the restaurant's stairs.

Yun Ge'er followed Wei's gaze blankly, as if he had lost his soul.

When Qiao Wei reached the second floor, an extra set of chopsticks and a wine glass had been placed on the table in front of Uncle Li, who was sitting by the window. Several small dishes were steaming hot, clearly freshly served.

Uncle Li's table was the only one on the entire second floor; all the other tables were empty, indicating that Uncle Li had cleared the room. Uncle

Li looked at Qiao Wei with a strange expression, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered, "You... you're still alive?"

Qiao Wei chuckled, walked to the table, and sat down opposite Uncle Li. Yun Ge'er, dazed and confused, followed Qiao Wei, standing behind him.

Qiao Wei picked up the wine pot, poured himself a cup of wine, and drank it all in one gulp. He then picked up a piece of steamed pork tenderloin with his chopsticks, chewed a few times, and praised, "Not bad, Old Li, you still know how to enjoy life. This food and wine, though simple, has a unique charm. It's much better than the steamed buns and liquor I've been eating and drinking all these years."

Uncle Li glanced at Yun Ge'er behind Qiao Wei and sighed, "Old Qiao, he's my apprentice. Although I only taught him the basics, he's been very respectful to me all these years. You mustn't hurt him."

Qiao Wei laughed, "Don't worry, I only temporarily subdued him with 'Soul-Stealing Demon Eye,' it won't cause him any harm. It's laughable that you said you only taught him the basics. 'Illusion Demon Hand' is considered basic? Then my 'Time Waits for No Man' is just a performance trick?"

“‘Time waits for no man,’ hey, it really is!” Uncle Li sighed. “Besides you, Qiao Qitian, who can resist the magic of time? Look, you still look like you’re in your thirties, while I, Old Li, am already a seventy-something old man. If we stood together, who would believe we’re from the same generation? What’s even more unexpected is that you managed to lose weight, going from a square-shaped body of 450 pounds to what you are now, completely unrecognizable… It’s truly heaven’s cruelty!”

Qiao Wei chuckled, poured another glass of wine, raised it, and said, “To our reunion, cheers!”

Uncle Li raised his glass, clinked it with Qiao Wei’s, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

"It's been ten years, hasn't it?" Qiao Wei chuckled, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life. "You and I, brothers, left the Demonic Sect and went our separate ways. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

Uncle Li sighed, "Yes, a full ten years. Back then, the Demonic Sect's 'Four Great Demons' roamed the world, dominating the winds and clouds. How exhilarating that must have been! Alas, overnight, the winds and clouds changed drastically. The Demonic Sect of today is no longer the Demonic Sect of yesteryear!"

No one would have imagined that Uncle Li, like Qiao Wei, was also a member of the Demonic Sect. Moreover, he was one of the most renowned "Four Great Demons" in the Demonic Sect back then!

In the past, the Demonic Sect had two elders, left and right, and two Demon Envoys, collectively known as the "Four Great Demons." Back

then, the Four Great Demons roamed the world, each possessing unparalleled demonic skills that were unpredictable and divine. When the four joined forces, they were considered truly invincible. The righteous path of the martial world was suppressed by the four, and countless righteous people died at the hands of the Four Great Demons. The Demonic Sect's prestige was unmatched for a time.

Even the Qin Dynasty was shocked by the "Four Great Demons," repeatedly sending experts to suppress them, but all attempts failed, resulting in the loss of countless imperial guards and recruited martial arts masters.

The Four Great Demons wielded immense power within the Demonic Sect, completely usurping the sect leader's authority—what outsiders called the Demonic Cult Leader—and placing the sect entirely under their control.

However, ten years ago, the "Four Great Demons" suddenly vanished from the martial arts world, and the Demonic Cult suffered a significant decline in strength and influence due to an upheaval, allowing various righteous forces to rise to power.

Only in recent years, with the rise of a new Demonic Cult Leader, the self-proclaimed number one expert, Ximen Wudi, the sect's leader, has the power to rebuild and make a comeback, finally restoring some of the Demonic Cult's prestige.

"Old Liang and Old Qi died unjustly. Who could have imagined that the world-renowned 'Heavenly Demon Meteor' and 'Earthly Demon Ruthless' would die at the hands of their own people? The 'Four Great Demons' are now just a thing of the past. I've already abandoned the title of 'Time Waits for No Man,' and I suppose you're no longer called 'Illusionary Demon True Lord,' right?" After two cups of wine, Qiao Wei seemed a little drunk, his eyes glazed over.

"Hey, my name now is 'King of Gamblers,' the head of the largest gambling and thievery sect in Yan Province." Uncle Li said smugly, "Even if I leave the demonic sect and hide my martial arts, I, Old Li, can still make a name for myself with my skills. Old Qiao, what are you doing now?"

Qiao Wei said, "For the past ten years, I've done everything, swindling people all over the world, traveling the martial arts world. Waiter, pimp, shoe shiner, car washer, vegetable seller, breakfast seller, fisherman, coachman, I've done everything. Now I'm working for my young master." "A trusted servant."

Uncle Li was shocked: "No way? You, Old Qiao, actually condescend to be someone else's servant? What are you thinking? Aren't you afraid of disgracing your reputation!"

Qiao Wei smiled sneer: "What a load of rubbish! I've even shined shoes before, what's a servant? I haven't been a devil for many years, and besides, do you know who my master is now?"

Uncle Li said: "Could it be that young man and woman down there?"

Qiao Wei said: "It's the young man, what is the woman? Just prey for my young master."

"What has that young man done to deserve being your servant? Old Qiao, I'm going to kill him, don't stop me!" Uncle Li said, standing up indignantly, as if to leave.

Qiao Wei remained motionless: "Fine, go ahead, but I warn you, his father's name is Qin Xiaoyao."

Uncle Li immediately stopped. "Qin Xiaoyao? Is that the Qin Xiaoyao who fought you to a draw more than twenty years ago when he was just a teenager, nicknamed Blood Hand Asura back then, now known as Heaven-Covering Hand?"

Qiao Wei nodded: "That's right, it's Qin Xiaoyao. More than twenty years ago, Qin Xiaoyao was just a young man who had just started out, while I was already an elder of the Demonic Sect. Back then, he could fight me to a draw. Now, after so many years, hey, I estimate that even if you and I joined forces, we would barely be able to defeat him."

Uncle Li said: "In that case, it's not a disgrace for you to join the Qin family. But with your status and martial arts, you could at least be a chief guest elder. Why do you want to be Qin Xiaoyao's son's servant?"

Qiao Wei said solemnly: "Because this child has a pair of 'Asura Demon Eyes' that can slaughter the world!"

Uncle Li's face was full of... Shocked: "'Asura Demon Eye'? The legendary 'Asura Demon Eye' that kills gods, Buddhas, and demons alike, causing ghosts to wail and gods to howl, the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack, the seas to dry up and the rocks to crumble, dominating the world? My god, it can't be true, can it?"

Qiao Wei sneered: "Damn it, after all these years, you still like to be so easily startled. Do you really need to use so many four-character adjectives? The Asura Demon Eye is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence. What's even rarer is that this kid is carefree, disregards ethics and morality, is vulgar and shameless, extremely lewd, and his temperament is very compatible with mine. He doesn't put on airs with his servants at all, and even humbly asks me for advice when he has problems... He's a rare wise ruler. I believe this kid will definitely not be an ordinary person in the future! Although he doesn't have any ambition now, the martial world is in turmoil, and some people have already begun to press him step by step. If nothing unexpected happens, once this kid's Asura Demon nature is awakened, he will definitely become the most terrifying person in the world."

"Old Qiao, you rarely praise anyone. Now that you mention it, that kid must be quite something." Uncle Li suddenly changed the subject. "But didn't you already lose all your ambition? Why are you still following that kid?"

Qiao Wei shook his head. "I originally intended to wander the martial world and live out my days in peace. But since I've met my young master, I've naturally changed my mind. Back then, the Four Great Demons were four people!"

"Yes, it's a pity that Old Liang and Old Qi are dead, leaving only you and me among the Four Great Demons."

"They died unjustly! But you and I are powerless to avenge them. Heh..."

"That's right, not only are we powerless to avenge them, but we also have to hide our identities and conceal our martial arts to protect ourselves."

"But now..."

Qiao Wei and Uncle Li exchanged a glance, and both of them grinned slyly.

"The Demonic Sect has recognized me. There's no going back now that I can hide my identity," Qiao Wei said with a sinister smile. "You won't get away with this either. Since I've recognized you, I'm going to drag you down with me."

Uncle Li said with a worried expression, "What's meant to be will be. Who told me to be so blind today and let my men attack you? Sigh, I have no choice but to accept it."

Qiao Wei continued, "Old Li, aren't you afraid of exposing your identity by passing on the 'Illusionary Demon Hand'?"

"Old Qiao, don't think I've really passed on the 'Illusionary Demon Hand.' In fact, what I taught them was only the introductory technique, the 'Thousand Illusionary Shadow Hand,' and I even modified it quite a bit. Besides you, how many people in this world can recognize it?"

The two demons exchanged sinister smiles again.

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"Huh, she's wearing a human skin mask?" Du Xiaoyan asked curiously, carefully examining the vegetable-selling girl, but couldn't find any flaws.

The Third Young Master said, "It's not just a human skin mask; her hair is a wig, and she even deliberately altered her voice. Xiaoyan, look, the skin tone on her neck is clearly different from her face, there's no wrinkle at the corner of her eyes when she blinks, and for so long, she hasn't shown any change in expression at all. Even her smile is so stiff. It's no wonder she's wearing a mask. As for the wig, hey, I don't think any woman would make her hair so messy and have so much dandruff. After all, women love beauty, and even the poorest woman would wash her hair regularly. Since her face is fake, it's not surprising that her hair and voice are fake too."

Du Xiaoyan nodded, suddenly realizing, "Oh, I see. Yes, that's right, thieves usually don't show their true faces." "She must have disguised herself."

The Third Young Master laughed, "Alright, girl, why don't you take off your mask yourself? Let me see if your appearance is worth me letting you off the hook!"

Du Xiaoyan retorted, "Li Lang, what do you mean by that?"

The Third Young Master quickly smiled and said, "Just kidding, hehe, just kidding, don't be angry..."

After hearing the Third Young Master's words, the vegetable-selling girl said in a sweet voice, "Young Master, you're so naughty~~~ But you're also so clever~~~ You actually saw that I was wearing a mask~~~ But I'm really very pretty, I'll let you see my true face, please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"

The Third Young Master mumbled, "Hmm, hmm, no problem..." His eyes leered as he sized up the vegetable-selling girl.

Du Xiaoyan, watching from the side, gritted her teeth and reached out to take the red soft whip wrapped around her waist, preparing to teach the girl a lesson.

A mocking glint flashed in the girl's mischievous eyes. She raised her delicate hand to her face, as if to tear off her mask, then suddenly swung it and shouted, "Thousand Illusion Ice!"

A shower of tiny, shimmering ice shards, like tiny ice crystals, rained down from her hand with a sharp whistling sound, striking at Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan.

Third

Young Master, clad in "Indestructible Golden Silk Armor" and immune to all poisons, was impervious to any miniature hidden weapons.

The vegetable-selling girl, judging by her age, was far from possessing the skill to instantly kill with a flick of a leaf or a flower, so those ice-shard-like hidden weapons were utterly insignificant to him.

Du Xiaoyan, however, was different. She lacked Third Young Master's top-tier equipment and his ability to move with the wind.

The distance between Third Young Master and Du Xiaoyan and the vegetable-selling girl was only three steps—a distance so small that even an idiot could easily throw a hidden weapon at an unsuspecting person.

Du Xiaoyan panicked the moment the vegetable-selling girl threw her hidden weapons. Although she was barely a skilled fighter, she had hardly ever been in a fight, and her combat experience was practically zero. Faced with so many hidden weapons, all she could do was cry.

But Du Xiaoyan held back her tears. In that life-or-death moment, she remembered that there was a man she could rely on by her side. She had staked her life entirely on the Third Young Master.

If she knew that her man's real name was Qin Ren, she didn't know if she would still have this trust.

Fortunately, the Third Young Master, who had temporarily transformed into a Casanova, displayed his chivalrous nature beyond expectations. At the critical moment, he grabbed Du Xiaoyan and pulled her behind him, simultaneously unfolding his folding fan to protect his face.

All of this happened in a flash. After the Third Young Master pulled Du Xiaoyan away, the icy rain began to fall.

Those aimed at Du Xiaoyan naturally missed, while those aimed at the Third Young Master struck squarely.

A sudden, deafening roar, like rain pounding on banana leaves, ripped through the air. The icy rain that struck the Third Young Master bounced back, even those aimed at his face, which were blocked by his folding fan.

However, the wrist of the hand holding the fan was completely unprotected. Two shards of ice struck his wrist, embedding themselves halfway in, with tiny streaks of blood slowly seeping out.

"The hidden weapons aren't poisonous," the Third Young Master slowly lowered his fan, his previously lewd grin now icy cold, "but they're more deadly than poisoned weapons. If it weren't for my century-old internal energy protecting me, this wrist would probably be crippled! If it weren't for my divine power and my precious armor, I'd probably be chopped to pieces by now!"

Du Xiaoyan felt an overwhelming sweetness when the Third Young Master pulled her behind him, shielding her from the barrage of hidden weapons with his body. But hearing his voice, so cold it sounded like it was being squeezed out between his teeth, her heart filled with panic.

Du Xiaoyan moved to stand in front of the Third Young Master, grabbed his injured wrist, and saw two sharp shards of ice gleaming crimson in the sunlight.

Looking at him, her sapphire-blue robe was riddled with holes, indicating the ice shards were indeed sharp.

Du Xiaoyan dared not use her hidden weapon; her face was ashen with rage. She raised her red whip, ready to strike the vegetable-selling girl.

But the Third Young Master stopped her.

Du Xiaoyan looked at him in confusion, her eyes brimming with tears.

The Third Young Master sneered, "While I've always been chivalrous towards women, that doesn't mean I'll allow women to ride roughshod over me! You woman, you're vicious and ruthless. If I didn't have some skill, anyone else would be dead already. Killing someone in the street… Hmph, you've got some nerve!"

The vegetable-selling girl was now deathly pale with fear.

She had never seen anyone survive so many attacks of "Thousand Illusionary Ice," nor had she ever seen anyone block hidden weapons with their bare body, preventing them from piercing her bones.

When she saw the Third Young Master's eyes at that moment, she even forgot to run away, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears welling in her mischievous eyes, threatening to spill over. What

she saw was, of course, the "Asura Demon Eyes" that naturally appeared after the Third Young Master's extreme rage.

Once the Asura Demon Eyes appeared, anyone directly stared at by them would lose courage, lose their fighting spirit, and even utterly despair.

This vegetable-selling girl, struggling to survive in Dingzhou City, one of the ten major bandit markets of the Great Qin Empire, had naturally killed many people and seen many things, but when had she ever seen such terrifying eyes?

They were simply not something a human should possess!

The Third Young Master slowly raised his hand, palm to the ground, back of his hand to the sky, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

The surrounding air became chaotic the moment the Third Young Master raised his palm, splitting into seven wildly surging streams that converged towards his palm. Seven miniature whirlwinds formed around him, spinning and howling, enveloping him in the center. The Third Young Master

's tattered robe billowed wildly in the wind, and his long hair stood on end.

The whirlwind gradually expanded, engulfing Du Xiaoyan and the vegetable-selling girl. Du Xiaoyan remained unaffected, while the girl swayed precariously, nearly losing her footing.

With a loud crash, the vegetable stall at the girl's feet was shredded to pieces, scattering green vegetables across the ground.

The column of wind had already reached a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Passersby, witnessing this miraculous scene, all stopped and watched in astonishment.

The Third Young Master's hand was raised high above his head; he was like a demon god in the wind, his hair standing on end, his tattered robe fluttering in the wind.

"Killing intent surges, oblivious to all. Looking across the world, I am the only one." The Third Young Master's voice was like a demonic whisper from the deepest hell, each word piercing the vegetable-selling girl's eardrums. Even Du Xiaoyan, who wasn't initially targeted by the Third Young Master, trembled.

She looked at the Third Young Master with a mixture of fear and joy; only now did she realize that the Third Young Master had never revealed his true strength before.

With Li Lang's abilities, he's bound to please my father. It seems this marriage is settled!

But Li Lang's killing intent is so intense. Even the most notorious "Poisonous Hand Dragon King" of Tianping Manor doesn't possess such a cold and violent aura. Could Li Lang be a ruthless killer?

No, Li Lang is so gentle and refined, so well-mannered. How could he be a murderous monster?

He's just angry that this girl has been so quick to kill and nearly injured me. He's acting on behalf of Heaven, avenging me.

Yes, that must be it.

Du Xiaoyan thought smugly. How could she know that the Third Young Master's murderous intent stemmed from his own injury?

Since mastering the Heaven-Covering Hand technique, the Third Young Master had never been harmed. He always easily dealt with those who tried to harm him. Yet now he was injured by a little girl. How could this not enrage him?

The possessor of the "Asura Demon Eye," capable of slaughtering the world, is born with an aura of domineering killing.

The tyrant believes himself to be the greatest under heaven, the most supreme in the world, and the only one who reigns supreme in all directions. Those who submit to him live, and those who offend him perish.

Furthermore, the Third Young Master practices the "Heaven-Covering Hand," which, as the name suggests, inevitably imbues even the most benevolent and magnanimous practitioner with the domineering and tyrannical nature unique to those who wield such power.

Qin Xiaoyao, in his youth, killed countless people, his bloodstained reputation terrifying. To atone for this, he secluded himself in Xiaoyao Manor for over twenty years, never venturing beyond its walls, ignoring the affairs of the martial world, and leaving matters to his servants. This led the martial world to believe Qin Xiaoyao was old, and some ignorant individuals dared to challenge the authority of Xiaoyao Manor.

If Qin Xiaoyao had continued to roam the martial world all these years, even the Demonic Sect would have to give him a wide berth, let alone plotting to overthrow Xiaoyao Manor's leadership.

Now, the Third Young Master has almost completely inherited Qin Xiaoyao's "Heaven-Covering Hand" aura, and has unknowingly begun to become tyrannical and domineering. His "Asura Demon Eyes" are something even Qin Xiaoyao doesn't possess. If the Third Young Master's ferocity were unleashed, he would be far more murderous than Qin Xiaoyao was in his youth.

Fortunately, the Third Young Master has no grand ambitions; he only wants to seduce women and drug them. He will never provoke others before they provoke him, and he will never kill before someone tries to kill him. Otherwise, the world would already be in chaos, and an unprecedented bloodbath would be inevitable.

Of course, this excludes the flower thieves who compete with the Third Young Master for business; they must be killed, as cutthroat competition among peers is unavoidable.

Now, the sudden attack by the vegetable-selling girl has fully unleashed the Third Young Master's ferocity. Regardless of whether the girl before him is a stunning beauty, he has made up his mind to fight first and think later.

Note that it's to fight, not kill.

The Third Young Master's current show of force is mostly intimidation. For him, killing a woman, whether beautiful or ugly, is something he's not very willing to do.

He wanted to teach this girl a lesson, to let her know that he, the young master, was not someone to be trifled with!

Dare to lay a hand on him? He'd cripple her martial arts, give her a good beating, then strip her naked, throw her on the bed, tie her hands and feet, and torment her at will!

This was the Third Young Master's true thought!

"Brother Wei is right, a woman who isn't disciplined for three days will be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!" the Third Young Master thought angrily, his expression icy cold. His almost sky-covering hand slowly pressed down on the girl.

The girl was powerless to dodge.

Even if she had the strength, she couldn't muster the slightest thought of escape.

The vortex in his palm sucked away all her fighting spirit, all her courage, all her strength. That hand, which had seemingly covered the sky in her illusion, had completely blocked all her escape routes. That overwhelming, all-conquering palm strike left her powerless to resist, only able to offer her neck for slaughter.

Just as the Third Young Master's hand was about to cover the girl's head, a dreamlike, crystalline, jade-like hand suddenly appeared from the void, piercing through the whirlwind surrounding him and meeting his Heaven-Covering Hand with incredible speed.

The two palms collided without a sound, like two cotton balls meeting.

All the force vanished silently, the whirlwind around the Third Young Master abruptly stopped, and the Heaven-Covering Hand barrier disappeared completely.

The dark hand quietly retreated, and as it retreated, the crystalline, jade-like hand rapidly changed color and withered, becoming a hand covered in wrinkles, calluses, and a yellowish hue.

The Third Young Master was stunned, staring blankly at his hand.

This was the first time since his debut that someone had caught his Heaven-Covering Hand unscathed!

~Chapter 1 Legend of the Demonic Eyes, Section 1~

In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant, the Third Young Master sat arrogantly in the main seat, glancing sideways at Uncle Li.

Uncle Li smiled at the Third Young Master. The vegetable-selling girl stood behind him, cowering in fear and secretly glancing at him.

Yun Ge'er also stood behind Uncle Li; he was actually the little beggar who banged on the bamboo cane, but he revealed his true form after succeeding.

Du Xiaoyan and Qiao Wei sat on either side of the Third Young Master. Du Xiaoyan's heart was now entirely focused on him, completely ignoring everyone else. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing intently at him.

Qiao Wei sipped his tea leisurely, glancing at the Third Young Master, then at Uncle Li, occasionally flashing a meaningful smile.

"No way to ask a question?" the Third Young Master finally couldn't help but speak.

The old man sitting opposite him had taken a blow from his hand and then, without a word, dragged the vegetable-selling girl away. Although the Third Young Master wanted to slap him to death, Qiao Wei stopped him, offering no explanation and pulling him up to the second floor of the restaurant with the old man.

From the moment they sat down in the private room until the food and drinks were served, the group remained silent, simply staring at each other.

Now, the Third Young Master finally lost his composure. Compared to Uncle Li, despite his two lifetimes of experience, the Third Young Master was still far too inexperienced.

Uncle Li smiled slightly and said, "My surname is Hu, my given name is Li. People in the underworld give me face by calling me Uncle Li."

The Third Young Master sneered, "That name Hu Li is probably fake, isn't it? I've never heard of anyone in the martial world named Hu Li who knows your palm technique. Heh heh, there aren't many people left in the martial world who can withstand my 'Heaven-Covering Hand'."

Before Uncle Li could speak, Du Xiaoyan, sitting next to the Third Young Master, suddenly trembled. Her previously infatuated gaze turned to utter shock. Her face paled, and she pointed at the Third Young Master, exclaiming, "You used the 'Heaven-Covering Hand'? Then you wouldn't be... wouldn't you be..."

The Third Young Master turned his head, his face calm, his expression gentle and sincere as he looked at Du Xiaoyan. "That's right, my true identity is Qin Ren, the Third Young Master of the Qin family. Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, I deceived you, but that wasn't my intention. If I hadn't hidden my identity, would you have accepted me? I did all this because I love you. I love you so much that I had to deceive you. I don't ask for your forgiveness, I only ask that you... remember the love between us, remember my love for you."

The last sentence seemed to have exhausted all of the Third Young Master's strength. After saying those words, he weakly placed his hands on the table and shook his head sadly.

Du Xiaoyan's face was pale, and two streams of tears, which had been welling up for a moment, finally burst forth.

She stood up, backing away while shaking her head, murmuring, "You lied to me... you lied to me... you are Qin Ren... you are the great lecherous demon that everyone in the martial arts world wants to kill... how many innocent women you have harmed... and now you've come to harm me... I will never forgive you, never..."

She abruptly left the private room, covering her face as she walked away, tears streaming down her face, falling to the ground.

The Third Young Master cried out as he watched Du Xiaoyan's retreating figure, "Xiaoyan, I truly love you! No matter who I am, no matter how the rumors in the martial world tarnish my reputation, I, Qin Renqing, am innocent. Heaven is my witness, my love for you is as clear as the sun and moon!"

Du Xiaoyan paused, but ultimately didn't turn back. After a suppressed sob, the girl leaped from the second-floor window and vanished without a trace.

The Third Young Master stared blankly in the direction Du Xiaoyan had disappeared, his face filled with unbearable grief.

Silence filled the private room. Uncle Li, Yun Ge'er, and the vegetable-selling girl all stared at the Third Young Master in astonishment, as if they couldn't believe that someone like him could display such genuine emotion.

Qiao Wei chuckled inwardly and said, "Third Young Master, she's already gone far away."

"Hmm, I know," the Third Young Master said calmly, "but I'm afraid she'll send her men to check my reaction, so I'll have to pretend for a little longer."

Uncle Li, Yun Ge'er, and the vegetable-selling girl immediately pretended to faint. After hearing the Third Young Master's true feelings, all three of them inwardly despised his shamelessness.

"Alright, no problem, no one should be coming back." The Third Young Master's expression suddenly changed, becoming relaxed and at ease, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

“Third Young Master, you’ve revealed your true identity. We probably need to run for our lives.” Qiao Wei said worriedly, “What if Du Xiaoyan goes back and sends people to arrest you? Dingzhou City is very close to Tianping Manor. Almost all the masters from various sects participating in the martial arts tournament have gathered at Tianping Manor. Maybe some of them are just wandering around Dingzhou City. What if they…”

The Third Young Master waved his hand and laughed, “It’s alright. Aren’t I currently transforming into a Casanova? I’m going to take a gamble, a gamble on whether Du Xiaoyan truly loves me. If she…” "If she hires someone to arrest me, then I've naturally failed at my job change. If she doesn't hire anyone, it proves she's truly fallen in love with me, and then I'll have successfully played the role of a Casanova, wahahahaha..."

The Third Young Master said, sitting back in his seat, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, raising a glass, his face relaxed and carefree, his expression lively and carefree, but his eyes slightly gloomy: "Let's continue. Uncle Li, right? I don't care who you are. No one has ever dared to rescue anyone from my hands before. You've set a precedent." For example, "I'm very angry right now, and the consequences will be severe. If you don't want to be in big trouble, you'd better think of a way to calm me down!"

Uncle Li chuckled twice and said, "One million taels of silver, two hundred thousand taels of gold, two bushels of pearls, and two boxes of various gemstones, how about that?"
The Third Young Master scoffed and said, "No matter how much gold and silver I have, I can only buy a few useful things. My family's wealth is enough for me to squander, what use is your money?"

Uncle Li gave a thumbs up: "The Third Young Master is indeed carefree and regards money as dirt." "I admire you! A beautiful woman, plus the largest thief gang in Yan Province, and a super bodyguard—what do you think, Third Young Master?"

The Third Young Master chuckled lightly, "A beautiful woman? That's great. I don't need gangs or bodyguards. With my martial arts skills, what need do I have for bodyguards? Where's the beautiful woman? Show her to me. If she suits my taste, this matter is settled. But if you dare to fool me, hmph..."

Uncle Li said seriously, "Third Young Master, you are mistaken! I know that since your debut, you have never..." "A defeat, but Third Young Master, do you know how many talented people there are in the world, and how many more hidden masters are lurking in the mountains and forests? Not to mention those masters who have been recruited by powerful officials and haven't ventured into the martial world. Although there are only a few famous figures in the martial world now, many unknown ones are not easy to deal with. Third Young Master, I saw my palm strike just now. I wonder what your opinion is on it?"

The Third Young Master nodded. "I'm quite frank. Your palm strike just now, in terms of skill, experience, and technique, was superior to mine." "Above. If it were someone of equal strength to me, a single palm strike between us would likely turn everyone around us into mincemeat. But you were able to silently neutralize my palm strike, remaining completely unharmed. Just for that, your skill surpasses mine."

Uncle Li sincerely praised, "Not arrogant or impatient, confident but not conceited, Third Young Master is indeed a dragon among men! To be frank, there are only five people in the world who can withstand the combined might of me and Old Qiao. First, the current Emperor, known as the First Emperor of All Time, who conquered the North and South and unified the world." The first was Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Ying Shengjun; the second was the number one expert of the Demonic Sect, Ximen Wudi, the leader of the Demonic Sect; the third was your father, Qin Xiaoyao, the "Heaven-Covering Hand"; and the fourth was your uncle, Tie Kongshan, the "Iron-Transforming Hand." As for the fifth person…” At this point, a hint of fear flashed in Uncle Li's eyes: “That fifth person… no one knows his true face or identity. But that fifth person is definitely the most terrifying of the five; none of the first four are his match…”

The Third Young Master chuckled: “Absurd. Let's leave aside the current emperor, after all, decades ago…” His Majesty's fame for unifying the world is known throughout the land, but he hasn't fought anyone for over thirty years, and no one knows how much of his skill he still possesses. However, my father and uncle are known as the "Southern Qin and Northern Iron," the two strongest martial arts masters in the Qin Empire. As far as I know, my father and uncle have never been defeated since they debuted; even the most powerful masters can't last more than ten moves against them. You're saying there's someone stronger than them? Is that even possible? Oh, right, you mentioned Old Qiao, could it be…”

The Third Young Master said, glancing at Qiao Wei with a face full of surprise and suspicion.

Qiao Wei smiled slightly, but this smile was not the obsequious one he usually wore. "Third Young Master, I'm sorry, I haven't revealed my true identity all this time, there were truly unavoidable difficulties. But now the martial world is in turmoil, a bloody storm is imminent, I don't want you to be harmed by villains, and besides, I've met Old Li, so I've decided to no longer conceal my identity."

Qiao Wei glanced at Yun Ge'er and the vegetable-selling girl behind Uncle Li, and said, "Old Li, these two juniors..."

Uncle Li said, "Don't worry, Old Qiao, they're one of us. This is Xiao Ye, she takes my surname Li, she's my adopted daughter. And Yun Ge'er is also my disciple, he's very loyal to me, there are some things that should be revealed to them now."

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

Qiao Wei nodded, his voice suddenly changing, becoming old and sorrowful, and his eyes also changed, becoming incredibly sharp, radiating a brilliant light.

"Third Young Master, do you know of the 'Four Great Demon Lords' who once dominated the world and were invincible?" Qiao Wei asked.

The Third Young Master's smile vanished, and he said solemnly, "The 'Four Great Demon Lords' were: Liang Hanwei, the Heavenly Demon Meteor; Qi Dasheng, the Earthly Demon Ruthless; Qiao Qitian, the Timeless; and Li Guding, the Illusionary Demon True Monarch. These four were the strongest protectors and demon envoys in the history of the Demonic Sect. Back then, the righteous sects of the martial world were forced to retreat into hiding by them, and the Demonic Sect's influence spread throughout the world, making them invincible."

"My father, Qin Xiaoyao, once fought three hundred rounds with the legendary Qiao Qitian, who was known for his 'unforgiving nature,' to a draw. But according to my father, Qiao Qitian deliberately held back during that battle, never unleashing his signature demonic technique, 'Unforgiving Nature.' Therefore, my father greatly admired Qiao Qitian. As the saying goes, although the righteous and the demonic are incompatible, there are also great heroes in the demonic sect and shameless villains in the righteous path. Hehe, I, this young master, am naturally one of those shameless villains in the righteous path.

"However, ten years ago, the four great demons suddenly disappeared at the same time, and the demonic sect fell apart overnight. The righteous heroes seized the opportunity to launch a major attack, eradicating the demonic sect's branches throughout the Qin Dynasty, causing the demonic sect's power to decline, and thus the righteous factions began to dominate the world."

Qiao Wei nodded: "I didn't expect your father to have such a high opinion of me." "

Startled, the Third Young Master asked, 'Could it be that you are...?'

Qiao Wei smiled slightly and said, 'That's right, I am one of the Four Great Demons, 'Time Waits for No Man' Qiao Qitian. And Uncle Li is 'Illusion Demon True Monarch' Li Guding. Although his 'Illusion Demon Hand' is not one of the Three Great Palms of the World, it is actually on par with the Three Great Palms. It's just that because he is a member of the Demonic Sect, people in the martial arts world are unwilling to include his martial arts in their counts. To be honest, there should be Four Great Palms of the World, and 'Illusion Demon Hand' is definitely one of them. Third Young Master, you have exchanged a palm strike with him, so you must have a deep understanding of it, right?'

The Third Young Master, no matter how arrogant he was, could no longer sit still. He immediately stood up, bowed respectfully to Qiao Wei and Li Guding, and said, 'This junior was unaware of the identities of the two seniors and has been negligent. I hope the two seniors will forgive me.'" Especially Senior Qiao… My father instructed me that if I were fortunate enough to meet Senior Qiao, I must be extremely respectful and serve him with the courtesy due to a nephew. But all along, I have been…”

Qiao Wei chuckled and said, “Third Young Master, you’re wrong to say that. I’m no longer called ‘Time Flies,’ nor am I an elder of the Demonic Sect. My name has been changed to Qiao Wei. Why are you being so formal? Besides, Third Young Master’s temperament is very compatible with mine. I, Qiao Wei, am now your servant. Once a servant, always a servant. Third Young Master has shown me great kindness, and I truly cannot accept this courtesy.”

Upon hearing this, the Third Young Master immediately straightened up and laughed, “You should have said so earlier! Wouldn’t that settle things? From now on, I’ll just call you Brother Wei! Damn it, if my father hadn’t instructed me, would I, as your young master, have performed such a grand ceremony for you? You old rascal, you’ve kept this from me so well!” "Damn it, young master! I was wondering why Qin Ni'er, Lian Zhou, and Luo'er didn't catch you when they chased after you that day. You even managed to hide! Turns out you're more skilled than me. No wonder they caught you. Li Guding, right? Damn, that name sounds like nicotine! You old man, you must be a heavy smoker. Here, have a cigarette."

The Third Young Master offered cigarettes to Qiao Wei and Uncle Li, took out a flint, lit one, and took a satisfying drag. "Get your own light, young master. I won't light it for you. Hmm, I'm lucky. I randomly picked up a servant and he turned out to be 'Time Waits for No Man,' and I randomly caught a thief and he turned out to be 'Illusionary Demon Lord,' hahaha..."

Qiao Wei and Uncle Li looked at each other. Qiao Wei was already regretting saying "Once a servant, always a servant" earlier. Looking at Uncle Li, his eyes were practically spitting fire.

"Alright, let these two juniors sit down too." "Li Xiaoye, is it? I took your human skin mask and wig. This grotesque appearance annoys me."

The Third Young Master reverted to his arrogant and domineering self, showing no respect whatsoever to the two senior members of the Demonic Sect.

In truth, the Third Young Master didn't care about Qiao Wei and Uncle Li's identities at all. In his eyes, no matter who Qiao Wei was before, he was now his loyal servant, his Wei-ge. Both master and servant were equally lewd. If it weren't for Qiao Wei's instigation, how could the Third Young Master have deceived both body and emotion?

A womanizer only plays with the body, not the emotion, while a Casanova plays with both body and emotion. In a way, the Third Young Master was... Qiao Wei has corrupted him, so Third Young Master doesn't need to respect him at all.

As for Uncle Li, Third Young Master thought, isn't he just a gang leader? No matter how prestigious his past reputation was, it's unnecessary now. For a gang leader, not turning him over to the police for legal punishment is already being lenient; why be so respectful?

I've done my duty both outwardly and inwardly; it's their own fault for not appreciating it, and I can't force them, right?

Li Xiaoye glared at Third Young Master resentfully, then looked at Uncle Li questioningly. Seeing Uncle Li… Nodding slightly, Li Xiaoye reluctantly reached out to tear off the human skin mask from her face.

A corner of the mask was lifted, revealing a patch of translucent, jade-like skin. The Third Young Master stared intently at that corner, a smile playing on his lips, and began to fantasize again.

Once the mask was completely removed and the wig was taken off, the Third Young Master's eyes lit up, and he howled with wolfish lust.

The young woman before him possessed a naturally rosy, soft face; her beauty was beyond description. What could possibly arouse the Third Young Master's lustful desires? It was no ordinary beauty. A woman?

Looking at her eyes again, clear and bright, her pupils sparkling and darting about, they held an indescribable mischievousness.

Her hair was also quite striking, cut short to ear length, unlike the long hair commonly worn by women in the Qin Dynasty.

Long hair flowed freely, short hair was chic. In his previous life, there were many women with short hair, but in the Qin Empire, he had only seen this one. He immediately felt a sense of familiarity; short-haired women often possessed unique personalities, and this Li Xiaoye had indeed stirred his heart.

"Hmm, this woman is quite good!" he thought to himself. "Mischievous and with short hair, she seems quite playful. With her by my side, I'll never be lonely. While her beauty is stunning at first glance, captivating upon second glance, her personality prevents her from causing trouble, unlike those femme fatales. Having her by my side will be worry-free. Wonderful! I never imagined that old fox Li Guding would take in such a captivating adopted daughter." "Hmm, this young master might as well take advantage of her!"

Seeing the Third Young Master staring at her without blinking, and having witnessed firsthand how he treated Du Xiaoyan, Li Xiaoye felt no liking for this lecherous rogue. Yet, she feared the Third Young Master's chillingly malevolent gaze when he was angry, so she dared not glare back, yet was unwilling to be stared at by him. She could only sit down beside Uncle Li, looking down at her toes.

Meanwhile, Yun Ge'er, who had harbored feelings for his junior sister since childhood, saw the Third Young Master so openly staring at Xiaoye and, filled with resentment, said bitterly, "What a lecherous scoundrel! Rumors in the martial world say that the Third Young Master of the Qin family is a peerless lecher, but seeing him today, I know that seeing is believing!"

The Third Young Master smiled and turned to Yun Ge'er, saying, "What did you say?"

Yun Ge'er replied, "You know what I mean!"

Seeing the cold glint in the Third Young Master's eyes, Uncle Li quickly scolded, "Yun Ge'er, you have no right to speak here! Sit down right now!" Yun

Ge'er sat down resentfully, his eyes fixed on the Third Young Master.

The Third Young Master was furious, thinking, "My eyes are my own, what business is it of yours if I look at a pretty girl? If it weren't for Uncle Li's sake, I would have given you a good beating!

" Seeing Yun Ge'er still staring at him with displeasure, the Third Young Master's temper flared, and a murderous intent stirred within him, naturally revealing his "Asura Demon Eyes."

Yun Ge'er was drawn to the Third Young Master's pupils, and upon closer inspection, he felt as if he could see through the Third Young Master's... His pupils revealed a frozen plain, a blood-stained earth, mountains piled high with bones, and a figure atop one of those mountains, facing the fierce wind, arms outstretched, crimson hands raised towards the dark red sky, the Third Young Master's disheveled hair standing on end, laughing wildly.

Upon seeing this, Yun Ge'er turned deathly pale, broke out in a cold sweat, trembled violently, and involuntarily shrank back, falling headfirst from his chair.

The Third Young Master sneered, "A cowardly scoundrel dares to challenge this young master?"

Qiao Wei chimed in, "Old Li, your nominal disciple seems to be good for nothing except loyalty!"

Uncle Li said somewhat awkwardly, "I haven't taught him any real kung fu, have I? His kung fu is poor, so naturally he doesn't dare to meet the Third Young Master's gaze."

Qiao Wei sneered, "Old Li, someone who's been scared out of his wits by the Asura Demon Eye will never amount to anything. Yun Ge'er's courage is even smaller than Xiao Ye's; at least Xiao Ye wasn't scared by the Third Young Master!"

Uncle Li sighed and said to Yun Ge'er, who was lying on the ground, his limbs limp and unable to stand, "Yun Ge'er, you can go now. Go to the accounting office and get 100,000 taels of silver; that'll be enough for your expenses for the rest of your life."

"Master, you..." Yun Ge'er said in a hoarse voice, "You want to send your disciple away? Why? Is it all because of that lecherous Qin Ren?"

Uncle Li glared at Yun Ge'er hatefully, "Get out! You've made me lose all face! Xiao Ye, a girl, wasn't scared to death, but you, a grown man, have already collapsed! What use are you to me? If it weren't for our master-disciple relationship, I would have killed you with one blow! Get out now!"

Yun Ge'er glared at the Third Young Master with hatred and deep fear, then scrambled out of the private room.

Li Xiao Ye didn't plead for Yun Ge'er at all. Perhaps in her eyes, Yun Ge'er was indeed a bit cowardly. He wasn't even as brave as a woman, so how could he be qualified to oppose the Third Young Master?

The Third Young Master exhaled a smoke ring, took a sip of wine, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, and said leisurely, "Uncle Li, that kid knows your identity, and you let him go. Aren't you afraid he'll leak your secret?"

Uncle Li replied, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Old Qiao and I have already decided to return to the martial world. Our identities are no longer a secret."

The Third Young Master nodded and said, "Then let's get back to serious matters. I have two questions. First, what remarkable things did that fifth and most terrifying expert you mentioned do? Second, what is the 'Asura Demon Eye'? Why do you say I have the 'Asura Demon Eye'?"

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