The Nightmare of the Goddess of Emei

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Lin Xuezhen was an only child.

Even as a child, she was beautiful and intelligent.

Born into a family of scholars who had passed the imperial examinations

, when she was eight, her father, a prefectural magistrate, was framed and sentenced to be cut in half at the waist.

On the eve of his execution, her father, with tears in his eyes, said to her who had come to say goodbye, "My child, your mother left us when she was young, and from now on, your father
can no longer take care of you. You must remember, this world is full of evil. Only the pure land of Buddhism can bring peace. Go to Mount Emei. Master Suzhen is a kind person;
she will take good care of you."

Lin Xuezhen went to Mount Emei.

She was exceptionally determined and intelligent, working diligently.

Thirteen years later, after Master Suzhen's death, Lin Xuezhen became the head of the Emei Sect. She was twenty-one years old that year.

Her father hoped she would stay away from the world, but she was ultimately forced to face the martial arts world.

Mount Emei is renowned for its beauty.

All the spiritual beauty of Mount Emei seemed to be concentrated in
the nuns, their hair shaved, each possessing a sorrowful past and a unique feminine beauty.

They were all slender, a result of long-term asceticism, vegetarianism, and adherence to precepts .

Lin Xuezhen's personality differed from the previous sect leader.

After assuming the position, she began to grow her hair back. Although she grew her hair back,

she maintained her vegetarian and ascetic practices.

Despite being celibate and fond of cleanliness, she did not prevent her disciples from interacting with the outside world or from eating meat.

From then on, although the Emei disciples were disillusioned, their lives began to be filled with joy.

Lin Xuezhen transformed Emei from a place of detachment to one of engagement with the world—

engaging in worldly cultivation.

Her philosophy was that since one is born into the mortal world, it is impossible to avoid it
. True peace and tranquility can only be achieved by overcoming the challenges of the world through one's own efforts.

Lin Xuezhen was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that it was almost blinding. Her eyebrows were as graceful and pure as Mount Emei, her eyes as hazy and deep as the starry sky, her figure
as , and her temperament as elegant and refined as a secluded orchid in a valley.

Her martial arts skills were extremely high. Although she could not be compared to the legendary Water Mother Yin Ji and Stone Guanyin, she was at least among the top ten most renowned masters of the time, ranking
ahead of the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang. This was not only because of her extraordinary talent and diligent practice, but also because of a legendary, unknown encounter. Her swordsmanship was as fast as
lightning, and her attacks were unstoppable. There were probably no more than ten people in the world who could withstand her sword strikes.

Many who offended the Emei Sect were severely punished, and the opposing sects dared not seek revenge. It wasn't just because Lin Xuezhen's martial arts were exceptionally high, but also because the Emei
Sect was known for its fairness and good relationships with its members. During her five years in charge, she led the Emei disciples through countless perilous storms, each one
crushed by her wisdom, will, and martial prowess.

The Emei Sect's prestige reached its peak under her leadership, and the name of the Emei Goddess had long been known throughout the martial world.

She was a rose with thorns,

the soul of flowers, a rare gem of Emei.

However, recently, a major and unsettling event occurred within the Emei Sect. Five female disciples had disappeared one after another. The disappearances occurred beside a stream,
within a bamboo path, and beside a tea garden. The girls vanished while washing clothes, walking, or picking tea leaves. By the time someone discovered they should have returned early, they were nowhere to be found;
a search of the entire mountain was fruitless. Only after nightfall, realizing the situation was amiss, did they inform the sect leader. They lit torches and followed the path, calling out along the mountainside, but the forest was dark and
dense, even the birds were asleep; there was no sign of human life. These strange occurrences, happening several times in a row, were truly perplexing. Therefore, today, Lin Xuezhen, the sect leader, along with the female
protectors Huixin and Huijing, left Sanqing Temple to visit a woman named Juzi at the county government office.

Juzi was a woman, and also a renowned high-ranking official in Sichuan.

Of the six protectors of the Emei Sect, only Huiyu, Huirou, Huijing, and Huiyi remained at the temple.

At this time, the Emei Sect received unexpected news that the five missing disciples had appeared at Bachijian Ravine, being escorted away by several men in yellow robes. The four protectors, led by the three female disciples who brought the news
, hurriedly arrived at Luozhen Slope and intercepted them.

The empty mountains were silent, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds.

In the vast pine forest, a burly man in a yellow robe, his hair, eyebrows, and beard all shaved off, wielding a large iron-handled hammer, led five
female disciples of the Emei Sect, dressed in plain white, striding ahead.

His eyes were grey, hazy, and sharp like a wolf's; his forehead was prominent, gleaming faintly, but his face was handsome, though his skin was yellowish.

In the procession were two other young, strong men, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, also bald and dressed in yellow; they were likely the yellow-robed man's disciples.
They carried , running laboriously behind, yet their steps were light.

The Emei Sect members caught up and lined up, blocking their path. Seeing them obstructing the way, the yellow-robed man stopped, his imposing, sharp gaze fixed on them from beneath his brow.

The lead protector, Huiyu, sword in hand, her face frosty, stood in the middle of the path and shouted, "Who is this villain?"

The crowd was filled with rage. The man in the yellow robe looked at the young women of the Emei Sect, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his eye. A cold light
shot from his eyes as he answered in a sinister tone, "I am Yang Sen."

His voice boomed with internal force.

Huiyu looked at him and involuntarily took two steps back. The Emei Sect women were also startled by the name. This bald, yellow-robed man was none other than Yang
Sen, the most ruthless and lewd devil in the martial arts world, the leader of the Hunyuan Sect who had perpetrated several massacres of entire clans on the Tibetan grasslands and defiled over forty women in the Tibetan border region. He not only
ravaged and murdered the women he captured, but also stripped them naked the night after their deaths,
lining them up in a row on the vast grassland frequented by crowds the next day, with their bodies spaced more than two hundred paces apart, one every five steps.

It was said that he had an extremely strong sex drive, and due to long-term practice of demonic arts, all the hair on his body had fallen out. Young women who fell into his hands became
his sex slaves, unable to live or die.

Unlike other lecherous men, who often let their victims go after their defilement, needing only momentary gratification,
the lecherous demon them of their bodies but also their lives. He not only destroyed the women's spirits and conquered their bodies but also took their lives, making them
his slaves even in the underworld. Only then did he feel a truly complete and satisfying thrill, making his hunting methods and processes exceptionally cruel.

After playing with his prey to his heart's content, he would hold them in his arms and strangle them to death with his bare hands, then throw
them naked onto the busy avenue, a ritual he called "guiding the soul to heaven," for the world to witness. He believed this would allow the victim's soul to ascend to the celestial realm sooner, or at least the spirit would only haunt the many onlookers. Moreover, his martial arts skills were so high that he was rarely matched; his moves
were bizarre and unpredictable, terrifying to behold.

Countless masters had died by that demonic hammer, and many renowned swordsmen who pursued him not only failed but also never returned. This demon
never his face, his actions were mysterious, yet somehow he had appeared here.

Glancing at the lewd and fleshy face of the man in the yellow robe, Huiyu's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, her palms sweating, regretting her rash arrival. Looking back at Huiyi and the six people
around him , they exchanged encouraging glances and mustered their courage to say, "The Emei Sect and you have always been far apart, not interfering with each other. What wrong have we done?"

Yang Sen said nonchalantly, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. The pearl of the clam, the horn of the antelope, the fragrance of the musk, and the body of a woman are all their own faults.
I cultivate the Hunyuan Great Art and need women. I have long heard that the Emei girls are the most beautiful in the world. I have already chosen five, and I still need two more. Now that you have delivered yourselves to my door, it is truly the will of heaven."

The situation was like a sheep trying to reason with a wolf.

The sheep said: Why do you want to eat me?

The wolf replied: Your meat is tender and delicious, it is the law of nature.

Yang Sen was undoubtedly such a wolf in sheep's clothing, and questioning him was a waste of time. The Emei girls were wasting time, but Yang Sen seemed
impatient .

He casually threw out the long rope in his hand, and the end of the rope pierced through the tree trunk with a "thud," faster than a sharp sword piercing leather. Then, he grabbed one end and wrapped it tightly
around the tree, tying it into a knot. The five captured Emei disciples were staggered and bound together.

Huiyu and the others were astonished and horrified to see him use this skill so casually. Using softness to overcome hardness—even their sect leader struggled with this.
However, Emei martial arts were primarily swordsmanship, excelling in speed and agility. Each sect had its own fighting style, and if their sect leader were present, they wouldn't fear the opponent.

Yang Sen coldly shouted, "Form a formation!"

Three bald monks.

Form what formation?

The two disciples immediately unloaded the sacks, revealing various weapons inside—some heavy, some agile, some sharp. They were quickly planted in the ground,
instantly forming a dense semi-circular circle of weapons.

The man in the yellow robe, holding a large hammer, stood behind the formation and said to his disciples, "Watch me capture them, and I'll show you what I'm made of."

It was a taunt.

It was a mockery.

He joked with his apprentices and flirted with the girls.

Yang Sen's mouth was foul and filthy, filled with inhuman language. However, if he were to appear virtuous, he wouldn't be Yang Sen. He

would be a hypocrite.

But he wasn't. He

was simply a lecherous demon.

His two apprentices, each holding a long-handled hammer, stood with their legs askew, leaning on their elbows, listening to their master's words with beaming smiles.

Hui Rou of the Emei Sect, already burning with righteous indignation at the humiliation of her compatriots, was enraged upon hearing this and charged forward with her sword.

Yang Sen shouted, "This girl is quite beautiful. Watch me take her down with my Overlord Fu Ji technique."

He slammed his hammers on the ground with a loud "thud," and four crescent-shaped iron anchors flew out from the forest of weapons on the ground like lightning, accurately encircling Hui Rou's
wrists and ankles. The anchors instantly transformed into four iron hoops, constricting together and strangling her limbs.

Hui Rou lunged forward, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her hands and feet. Her body twisted violently, and she dropped her longsword, kneeling on the ground. Seeing this, Hui Yu rushed forward with her sword, creating a curtain of light
to protect Hui Rou.

Before she could reach her,

Yang Sen chuckled, "Watch my beauty embarrass herself."

He swung his hammer, and with another loud "thud," two more long hooks flew out from the weapons on the ground. The hooks had chains attached, and the ends of the chains had handcuffs. The handcuffs accurately bound Hui Yu's legs, and
the heavy hooks, whistling through the air, flew up from beside her legs and "thud," nailing themselves to the tree trunk.

Hui Yu felt her legs go numb, and as if riding on clouds, her body was thrown backward, her legs spread wide by the two hooks, hanging upside down from the tree, swaying wildly.

Yang Sen was a lewd and violent man, his martial arts were wicked, and his actions were heinous. Even the names of his martial arts moves were carefully chosen, intentionally vulgar and offensive.

He spoke eloquently.

A genius.

Unfortunately, she went astray!

Seeing the situation was dire, Huizhen gritted her teeth and threw her longsword. The gleaming sword drew a strange arc in the air, piercing straight into the chest of the man in the yellow robe.

Yang Sen sneered, "Watch my decisive blow."

He swung his hammer in a wide arc, and two silver lights flew out. One silver light cleaved the longsword in two and fell to the ground, while the other shot straight into the man's abdomen. Huizhen cried out in grief,
her body shuddering violently as she was pierced in the lower body by the flying knife, collapsing to the ground dead.

Chaos erupted within the Emei Sect .

The last protector, Huiyi, stepped forward, holding a gleaming, bowl-sized cylindrical weapon, aimed at the man in yellow robes, and shouted, "This is the Emei
Sect's treasured 'Heavenly Maiden Crossbow.' It contains forty-nine deadly fletchings. The Emei Sect is a righteous sect and shouldn't use such a vicious weapon, but we
can't afford to be so ruthless against thugs like you."

Her voice, though crisp and rapid, carried a sharp killing intent. Her eyes glared at Yang Sen, while her peripheral vision nervously calculated
the distance to the several Emei female disciples tied to the tree opposite. The Heavenly Maiden Crossbow slowly adjusted its angle. This was a prized possession of the Emei Sect, a hidden weapon renowned in the martial world alongside the Peacock Feather. Its power was unparalleled, domineering
and vicious . It was said that once it was unleashed, no one in the world could confidently dodge it.

The Emei Sect had used it many times throughout history to defend against powerful enemies, and had never failed. In the hearts of the Emei disciples, its power was almost as great as that of their sect leader, Lin Xuezhen,
and every Emei disciple held it in unwavering confidence.

Yang Sen stared intently at the Heavenly Maiden Crossbow in Huiyi's hand, his lips twitching slightly, yet a cruel smile played on his lips. He calmly told his disciples
, "Watch my Heavenly Net Style."

His long hammer swirled, creating a windmill-like spectacle of light and shadow. Swords and blades on the ground shot skyward, transforming into a rain of flying debris, like a cascading waterfall of stars.

The sky instantly changed color.

Just then, the crossbow in Huiyi's hand also trembled, bursting forth with a burst of silver light—silent yet dazzling, faster than a shooting star. The two
attacked simultaneously, making those around them gasp in tension.

One was the most powerful demon in the martial world; the other, though a woman, wielded an invincible weapon of the martial world.

Who was stronger?

"Clang, clang, clang..." After a sudden, thunderous crash like rain hitting a roof, Yang Sen's hammer continued to swing wildly in the air, not falling.

It was Huiyi who fell.

She gazed up at the sky, her beautiful breasts heaving, her eyes wide open, and slowly knelt down. She couldn't believe such a weapon could fail!
Her snow-white hands still gripped the domineering Heavenly Maiden Crossbow tightly, as if holding her own life in their hands.

Dozens of swords and blades were embedded in her body, blood gushing down like a fountain, splattering the ground. Seeing Huiyi slowly fall, the three Emei female disciples screamed in terror and
retreated hastily, huddling together like chicks, exchanging a few pitiful glances before turning and fleeing.

Yang Sen's massive hammer spun and swung for a long time before gradually coming to a stop. He looked at the deep crossbow marks on the hammer and panted like an ox, howling, "The Emei treasure
is indeed extraordinary!"

The yellow-robed disciple on the left praised, "Even an extraordinary divine item is defeated by Master."

Before he finished speaking, the one on the right stamped his foot anxiously, "Those three girls ran away, we must hurry and chase after them!"

"They can't escape."

"We must chase after them quickly."

Indeed, no matter how fast a woman runs, her speed and endurance are no match for a man's. In a moment, they would still be their prey.

But Yang Sen blocked their path with the hammer, watching their retreating figures, and said, "Forget it, let them go back and report. There are bigger fish to come!"

He then looked at Hui Rou, who was writhing and struggling on the ground, and Hui Yu, who was hanging in the air, and said, "These two women are enough for tonight."

It was dusk when the Emei sect leader returned to the Sanqing Temple with Hui Xin and Hui Jing. The disciples who had escaped were incoherent, their lips trembling as they recounted the situation to her.

Lin Xuezhen listened quietly to all the details, her expression unusually solemn. Huixin said, "Sect Leader, let's hurry! Huiyu and the others have fallen into
the clutches of this lecherous villain. Every moment we linger increases their danger."

Lin Xuezhen remained motionless, silent, her eyes fixed on the ground outside the door, seemingly deep in thought. She noticed something.

There was wind outside.

Several yellow leaves fell, swirling in the wind, rolling and tumbling in the mud beneath the trees before disappearing into the distance.

Huixin added, "We might still make it in time if we hurry now. If we delay any longer, this fiend is unpredictable, and we'll soon lose
track ."

Lin Xuezhen remained expressionless.

What's wrong with the Sect Leader today? The disciples were all puzzled. Huixin burst into tears, pleading, "If the Sect Leader won't go herself, then let
Huijing and me go!"

Huijing also knelt down.

Lin Xuezhen finally spoke, softly saying, "Qingqing."

She called Huixin by her secular name; Huixin's name before she became a nun was Feng Qingqing.

Huixin stared wide-eyed at the sect leader.

Lin Xuezhen said, "That demon Yang Sen is waiting for us with all his might. If we rush there now, we'll just be throwing ourselves to the tiger."

Huixin asked in surprise, "Doesn't the sect leader even have confidence in himself?"

Lin Xuezhen slowly replied, "Yes."

This was such an unbelievable statement; they had never heard it since Feng Qingqing entered Emei. Though only two words, they struck everyone like a
thunderbolt .

The Emei disciples always thought that as long as the sect leader was present, they could conquer the world. Now, hearing this, they felt as if half the sky had fallen.

Huijing asked in alarm, "What if he attacks?"

Lin Xuezhen calmly replied, "The terrain here is extremely dangerous. That demon doesn't know the full extent of the situation yet and may not dare to act rashly."

Sanqing Temple was the base of Emei for hundreds of years, and it held some weight in the other party's mind. The Emei Goddess's reputation was renowned, and Yang Sen would not dare to offend her easily.

Despair filled Huixin's eyes; she was both incredulous and unwilling to accept it. Her gaze was a mixture of grief and resentment. Shaking her head in turmoil, she picked up her longsword and said, "We..."

Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared blankly at the sect leader.

Other female disciples in the sect also said, "How could this be..."

They couldn't believe reality and remained unwilling to accept it.

The sect leader asked, "Tell me, what is the Emei Sect's most proficient weapon?"

Huixin replied, "Naturally, it's the sword."

Lin Xuezhen's gaze was fixed on the distance as she slowly said, "That's why I hesitated to take you there for the time being. From what the others have seen, Yang Sen's martial arts
are extremely strange. His weapon seems to be precisely the counter to fast swords. In a duel, unless one's martial arts are significantly superior, if their weapon is restrained, every
move will be dangerous, and there will be no way to escape. Our sect's martial arts are known for their speed and versatility, but no matter how fast a sword is, how can it compare to the Heavenly Maiden Crossbow?"

The meaning was clear: even a powerful hidden weapon like the Heavenly Maiden Crossbow couldn't defeat the Hunyuan Hammer, so what use was a sword! And now that it had fallen into Yang Sen's hands, the situation was
extremely perilous. Everyone vaguely sensed that the Emei Sect's greatest crisis was about to arrive!

Huixin was particularly distraught, staring blankly at the sect leader.

Lin Xuezhen turned around and faced the crowd, saying, "Before we find a way to break the Hunyuan Hammer, there's no use in being anxious."

Huixin said anxiously, "But Huiyu and the others..."

Sect Leader Lin Xuezhen remained silent for a long time. Finally, she spoke, "It's not that I don't want to save them, but there's really no way to save them right now. As the sect leader, I'm also in
great pain. Perhaps it's their destiny to face a calamity; maybe it's fate."

Her eyes were a little moist as she looked down at the ground, clearly deeply distressed. After a moment, she looked up and said, "This doesn't mean we shouldn't try to save them, but
we must find a way to deal with that demon as soon as possible."

She said resolutely, "People have to suffer some pain."

The sect leader's expression was serious, her eyes shining, and she said to the Emei disciples, "Don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter well."

To prevent Huixin and Huijing from going out at night without permission, her tone became somewhat stern, her brows furrowing with authority as she looked at the two and said, "Tonight, you
will sleep with me."

The next day, Lin Xuezhen got up very early.

Her movements were slow, as if she was still thinking about the problem.

Thinking about how to break the Hunyuan Hammer!

After washing up, she took off her Taoist robe and changed into a tight-fitting white outfit. She then put on a pair of leather boots, binding her calves tightly with leg wraps to prevent them
from slipping off during a fierce fight—any unexpected event must be considered in a duel between experts. Huixin and Huijing had been standing silently to the side, their eyes red and swollen,
clearly from a sleepless night.

After a quick breakfast, Lin Xuezhen instructed several female disciples to bring five bundles of hemp rope.

One disciple asked, "What does the sect leader need so many ropes for?"

Lin Xuezhen smiled wryly and said somewhat casually, "Aren't you going to capture Yang Sen? Such a vicious villain, how can you restrain him without a few bundles of hemp rope?"

Everyone laughed, and the somber atmosphere instantly became lively.

Huixin raised her head and asked, "The sect leader has decided to make his move today!"

Huijing said, "Has the sect leader already found a way to break the Hunyuan Hammer?"

Sect leader Lin Xuezhen's expression turned solemn, a hint of grief and indignation gripping her face. She slowly said, "I thought about it all night and came up with some ideas, but I'm still
not confident. But some things must be done even if you're not sure, because we have no other choice now."

Appearing and disappearing suddenly was a common tactic of the Hunyuan Demon, used to evade the pursuit of various martial arts sects. But Lin Xuezhen never expected that Yang Sen's target this
time would be her. Mount Emei was in a remote location; even if Yang Sen stayed there for a few days, it wouldn't matter. By the time the heroes from various sects arrived, he would have already left like a wolf that had devoured its prey
, leaving nothing behind.

Huijing seemed a little nervous and asked, "Should we gather the lay disciples from the foot of the mountain?"

Lin Xuezhen replied, "No need. Besides, more people are useless against Yang Sen."

Huijing said, "What if..."

Lin Xuezhen resolutely said, "Let's go! Even if we are all wiped out, as long as there are heartbroken women in the world, as long as there is Mount Emei, the Emei Sect will never
perish."

Because Mount Emei represents a spirit, a sacred place for the hearts of all the sorrowful and disillusioned women under heaven. Mount Emei is eternal in the universe and will never disappear.
As long as there are heartbroken women in the world, they will gradually gather to form a sect.

Huixin said, "But they've long since vanished without a trace."

Lin Xuezhen's eyes shone with a calm and resolute light as she slowly said, "No, that demon let our disciples return, so he must be waiting for us.
They were just bait left behind."

She continued, "Even if they left, they would have left some clues for us to find them."

Huixin and Huijing fell silent. They silently fitted their longswords, tightened their belts, and secured their boots.

Several disciples gathered around.

Qing Shi Yu was shrouded in mist. The empty mountains were shrouded in mystery, a scene of tranquility. Glistening, cold white dewdrops shimmered on the weeds, and frost covered the ground. A winding stream
flowed slowly deep within the forest.

Footsteps broke the silence of the woods.

Many figures appeared in the open forest deep in the mountain valley. Three men in yellow robes escorted seven women in white robes, slowly walking towards them,
their footsteps rustling through the grass and fallen branches. Beyond the broadleaf forest lay a vast expanse of green meadow, stretching for several miles.

The group proceeded slowly, and shortly after leaving the forest, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the slope ahead: "Yang Sen, where are you taking them!"

Yang Sen, the man in yellow robes, heard the voice—clear and cold, yet imbued with an air of authority—and his heart trembled. He turned around and immediately saw a
woman of indescribable beauty standing beneath a banyan tree, dressed in snow-white robes, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, ethereal and otherworldly.

She stood tall and imposing, her gaze piercingly cold, possessing an unapproachable aura. It was none other than Lin Xuezhen, the goddess of Emei, with six sword-wielding maidens behind her. Though young,
they were all filled with anger.

The several abducted disciples, led by Hunyuan Hammer, saw their sect leader arrive in person. Their eyes reddened, tears welled in their eyes, and they remained silent, heads bowed.

Yang Sen, momentarily stunned, grinned and replied lewdly, "Haha, they were already my concubines last night. The Emei girls are indeed quite good."

"Shut up!" Huixin shouted.

Yang Sen chuckled and said in a wicked voice, "What I've done, why can't I say anything?"

"Beast!" Huixin's face flushed red, her heart filled with grief and indignation. She wielded her sword like the wind, unleashing seven or eight strikes, wishing she could pierce her opponent's body
.

These strikes were sharp and fluid, imposing, each aimed directly at the opponent's vital points, using the Emei sword technique. She was one of the top masters in the Emei sect, her swordsmanship
personally taught by Lin Xuezhen. Her martial arts were second only to the sect leader, making her attacks formidable. Unexpectedly, Yang Sen casually swung the hammer a few times, and with
a series of loud clangs, the sword broke into seven or eight pieces, falling to the ground, leaving only the broken hilt in his hand.

Huixin's face turned pale, and she hurriedly retreated to the sect leader's side.

Yang Sen stared at her delicate face and said in a sinister tone, "Little girl, your swordsmanship seems to be quite advanced, but I am still far inferior

to you." His gaze shifted to the Emei sect leader, his face showing arrogance, and he took a deep breath, saying, "I've heard that your speed is comparable to that of Qingyu. But even though your sword is fast, can it break my Hunyuan Divine Skill?"

Few have witnessed the speed of the Emei goddess's swordsmanship. The Emei Sect's forte is swordsmanship, but the Hunyuan Hammer is specifically designed to strike and destroy enemy weapons. Any
blade touching the Hunyuan Hammer's hammer wind is shattered, rendering the user essentially unarmed.

Even the Heavenly Maiden Crossbow is ineffective against the Hunyuan Hammer, unable to penetrate its dancing hammer curtain. Lin Xuezhen's sword, no matter how fast, knows it cannot outrun this king of hidden weapons, as its
projectiles cover an area several meters wide, denser than rain.

To break the Hunyuan Hammer, one must use a weapon even more powerful and domineering, but who possesses Yang Sen's innate divine strength? The Emei Goddess stood silently, lost in thought.

Yang Sen gazed at the Emei Sect Leader's unparalleled beauty and otherworldly grace, his breath seemingly halting. 　　The words

"sinking fish,"

"falling geese," "

eclipsing the moon," and

"shaming flowers" 　　all seemed pale in comparison. He hadn't expected her to be so beautiful, seven times more beautiful than the legends, breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that it made one's blood stop flowing. " 　　I'd die happy to sleep with her for one night." 　　Yang Sen's pupils blazed with intense light as he meticulously examined Lin Xuezhen's body, scrutinizing every detail. After a long, long time, he finally exhaled the pent-up breath in his chest and sighed, "I've long heard that the Goddess of Emei is as mysteriously beautiful as the mist of Mount Emei. To behold her beauty is my lifelong dream. Seeing her today, she truly hasn't disappointed me. She is indeed a beauty of unparalleled grace and elegance." 　　The crowd listened to his eloquent and incessant speech, but unexpectedly, his tone shifted abruptly, and he roared, "Master alone is enough. Releasing all the disciples is fine too." 　　The Emei disciples, upon hearing this, were terrified, their hearts pounding like deer. 　　They thought to themselves: This beast is truly inhuman. 　　They felt both hatred and anger. 　　Lin Xuezhen, her face serious and preoccupied with figuring out how to completely break through her opponent's martial arts, had no idea what was going on. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she immediately felt uncomfortable all over.

Anyone, especially a woman, would feel her skin tingle and her body ache if stared at by those greyish-yellow eyes, eyes that were both domineering and lustful. It was because
the other person's eyes were filled with nothing but lewdness directed at her.

Lin Xuezhen's expression grew even colder as she turned to look at the distant woods.

Just then, the disciples of the Hunyuan Hammer had already set up their sword and saber formation. Yang Sen pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll show you something."

With a "clang," a sword shot from the formation.
As it flew through the air, Lin Xuezhen drew a semi-circle in front of her chest with her scabbard. The sword then changed direction, falling straight down and quietly embedding itself in the ground in front of her feet,
more than halfway into the soil.

Clearly, this was a rare and sharp sword.

Yang Sen asked, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Lin Xuezhen stared ahead, remaining silent.

Yang Sen was a lecherous monster.

A scumbag.

Utterly vile and obscene.

He reeked of filth.

She seemed to feel that speaking to him was a defilement, her very bones filled with contempt for Yang Sen, this human trash.

A long time passed, and all was quiet. Seeing that Lin Xuezhen didn't even look at him, Yang Sen felt somewhat embarrassed, but still said firmly, "How could you
not recognize it? That's Yang Qingyu's sword."

The people of the Emei Sect were all deeply shocked. They all knew this story: More than three years ago, Yang Sen and Lin Xuezhen, both skilled in martial arts, had rushed to Mount Emei, intending to be disrespectful and challenge Lin Xuezhen. The two fought fiercely for two hours, exchanging thousands of blows, neither gaining the upper hand, a feat that became a legend in
the martial arts world.

They didn't know the meaning behind Yang Sen mentioning the sword, but they vaguely felt an ominous premonition and their minds raced with wild speculation.

Yang Sen said, "Yang Qingyu died at my hands two months ago."

Everyone was shocked by his words and suddenly became extremely worried. Yang Qingyu's martial arts were on par with Lin Xuezhen's; now that he was dead, what chance did the sect leader have
against this bald, yellow-robed demon?

Yesterday, the sect leader refused to pursue us immediately. It seems he still wanted to challenge me, saying he would represent the martial world in eliminating this scourge.

He continued with a sneer, "In the end, the scourge of the martial world wasn't eliminated, but he himself went to the underworld to meet his ghost. From then on, my weapon pouch will have an extra sword." His

tone was filled with undisguised smugness.

Yang Sen continued to mock, "What a waste of his time! He could be drinking with friends or having fun with women in some brothel. Too bad
he can't enjoy any of that. Every year, a dozen or so overconfident fools like him come to me for practice."

"Do you know how they died? Their brains flew everywhere, like rain from the sky, hahaha..."

He laughed maniacally.

Everyone was horrified. Was

this some kind of madman?

It seemed that, like many swordsmen, Yang Qingyu had repeated their mistakes, failing to kill Yang Sen and instead being killed by him. The wind blew through the forest, the leaves rustling
, like a lament for the dead.

Who would be the next victim? Would it be Lin Xuezhen?

This time, the Emei Sect Leader reacted. She slowly bent down, extending her snow-white, spring-onion-like hand, and gently pulled the sword from the ground. Only then did the surrounding
people realize that it was a broken sword, its blade broken off at the front third.

The sword was broken, and the person was already dead.

Yet, the Emei Sect Leader viewed this broken object with the reverence one would show to a deity. She placed the broken sword alongside her own, slowly
grasped it, and gently handed it to Huixin.

Yang Sen laughed, "Well, are you ready to surrender? If you behave, I guarantee you'll feel like you're floating on air, wishing you were dead, living
a life more blissful than any immortal."

Utter nonsense.

He didn't care if others felt nauseous listening to him.

Seeing the Emei goddess standing empty-handed, clearly no match for him, his tone became increasingly mocking.

He was also somewhat surprised.

What was wrong with the Emei Sect Leader? Was she surrendering, or did she intend to withstand his Hunyuan Divine Skill empty-handed?

He couldn't fathom the mystery. Yang Sen then said to his disciples, "I can't wait any longer. I'm as restless as if I've been drinking. Watch me capture
the goddess right now and make her your master's wife."

Before he finished speaking, four long hooks flew up from beneath his feet, lifting him into the air and shooting towards Lin Xuezhen. It was the same move, "Overlord Subduing Concubine," but unlike before, this
attack had a spiraling motion, a more tricky angle, and was even harder to parry.

Capturing the goddess, while not as easy as picking vegetables from a basket, was at least as certain as catching a deer in a net, only with a touch of excitement.

She had become his prey.

Suddenly, Lin Xuezhen had a roll of hemp rope in her hand. The long rope swung out with a whoosh, making four circles in the air, and with a few clanging sounds, it
pulled down from the sky, landing on the ground.

Yang Sen smiled faintly, "I didn't realize you were so clever. Indeed, this is the first time I've seen such a method of breaking things; it's truly eye-opening. You're a woman of
great taste. The more I look at you, the more I like you; I'm determined to make you my wife. I won't let you go today. Alright," he shouted sharply, "
Take a few more moves from me!"

His long hammer moved like the wind, and swords and blades on the ground shot into the sky one after another, their speed increasing as they thrust towards the Emei Sect Leader. Seeing that Lin Xuezhen could handle it, he finally
unleashed the Heavenly Net Formation.

A group of sixteen swords and blades flew out. Immediately following was another group; the sun shone down, and the sky shimmered with silver light. As soon as the fierce attack was unleashed, Yang Sen felt a sudden pang of regret.
His move domineering; he didn't know if his opponent could withstand it. If he accidentally killed or seriously injured her, even just a scratch would be a source of heartache.

He was mistaken. The Emei Sect Leader was not as frail as he had imagined. She was agile and powerful, her long rope transforming into a layer of yellowish-brown clouds, or like surging
waves , layer upon layer blocking the enemy's attacks in the air.

The thick hemp rope was shattered inch by inch by various blades, turning into tangled hemp fibers, whipped up by the wind and flying everywhere. But the various weapons shooting from the air...
Finally, he was confined within four zhang by the endless long ropes.

"Clang, clang..."

Swords and blades rained down from the sky, scattering in all directions like a dense rain.

Finally, the rain of swords stopped.

Only an empty space remained before Yang Sen, with no weapons left to use. The long rope in the Emei Sect Leader's hand immediately lashed out at his opponent like a storm.

The balance of power instantly reversed. Yang Sen roared, striding forward, his Hunyuan Hammer surging forth, forming a curtain of light, and he himself vanished within it,
his shadow disappearing. He intended to use the most powerful technique in the world to counter the Emei Sect Leader's most gentle attack.

After this victory, he would become the conqueror of the Goddess.

The master of the Goddess.

His lifelong dream.

Those around only heard a whistling of light and shadow.

The Hunyuan Hammer stirred the air, faintly producing the sounds of wind and thunder.

Something flew through the air, fluttering down and landing on people's faces and shoulders?

Huixin touched it with her hand; it was fine, hair-like hemp fibers.

The thick rope had been pulverized by the hammer—what kind of power was that?

Huixin watched the situation unfold, secretly alarmed. The rope, battered by the hammer's force, snapped into pieces, turning to dust, and rapidly shortening itself.

What would happen when the rope finally broke? It seemed Yang Sen wasn't entirely on the defensive; he had an offensive element within his defense. This battle was a contest of potential, seeing who could hold out the longest.

The Emei sect leader's attack suddenly changed. No longer using the long rope to circle and strike, the rope's end transformed into a spear, like a surging tide, pecking at Yang Sen wave after wave with the sound of the wind.

This attack, using only the rope's tip to thrust, only damaged the foremost section of the rope with each thrust, yet maintained a continuous offensive. Although the rope was shortening, its speed had
noticeably slowed.

After a long stalemate, Lin Xuezhen's long rope was almost exhausted, with only about ten feet remaining. She hooked her left foot, and another long rope whooshed out,
shooting towards Yang Sen like a venomous snake.

Her right hand clenched, gripping the rope and continuing to strike.

The attack remained relentless.
The two fought from morning until noon, going through countless rounds of offense and defense. The Emei sect leader was drenched in sweat, having used four long ropes in total, now only having the last hemp rope left
. Yang Sen's internal energy showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it seemed to be surging even stronger. The sound of the hammer's blast was even more terrifying.

The Emei disciples were extremely anxious. Once the long ropes were used up, how could their sect leader Lin Xuezhen's flesh and blood withstand the ferocious attacks of the Hunyuan Hammer?

After a night of contemplation, the Emei sect leader had tentatively found a way to counter the Hunyuan Hammer, thus the two fought evenly from the very beginning. Unexpectedly,
Yang Sen's internal energy was so abundant, his potential so vast. Only now did she realize she had brought too few bundles of rope.

Due to this oversight, she was in grave danger, and the Emei Sect would ultimately face the risk of being annihilated by this lecherous demon.

"Heavens!

" Huijing cried out in her heart, "Why are you so blind?"

Just then, a gust of wind blew. A clump of hemp thread floated up and landed on her forehead.

Huijing's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed Yang Sen's internal energy had finally changed. The change from a fine hair to a clump of hemp thread indicated that his internal energy was beginning to wane. Although the long ropes were still being broken, Yang
Sen couldn't completely pulverize them. If only the sect leader could hold on a little longer, they could grit their teeth and see who could outlast her.

She believed in the sect leader's willpower, but the sect leader only had that one rope left. Could she hold out until Yang Sen was exhausted?

Huijing and the others initially tried to piece together the broken rope on the ground, but every time the sect leader changed the rope, Yang Sen would launch a fierce attack, rushing forward and using his internal force to
stomp and break the rope in pieces, leaving them helpless. At first, no one would have imagined that this cheap rope would determine the life and death of the Hunyuan and Emei sects
.

In truth, Yang Sen himself was already suffering greatly, feeling the Hunyuan hammer growing heavier and heavier in his hand, his fierce and unparalleled fighting style greatly depleting his internal energy.

The Emei goddess wouldn't let him stop; if he stopped, the rope would surely pierce through the air. The immense inertia of the Hunyuan hammer also prevented him from stopping; this inertia, while making him
feel burdened, also saved him considerable energy. To maintain balance, he had to persevere.

Even the longest rope has an end; as long as he held on, he would ultimately be the victor and obtain everything he desired.

Although he had to grit his teeth and persevere, the light screen created by Yang Sen's hammer was not as intense as before. Those nearby could still vaguely see
figures .

Lin Xuezhen also sensed this subtle change, thinking: "A strong wind doesn't last all day, nor does a sudden rain last all morning; let's see how long you can endure this."

After a while of stalemate, seeing that the hemp rope in their hands was gradually shortening and on the verge of collapse, the Emei disciples were so nervous that their hearts were about to leap out of their chests. Unexpectedly, Yang Sen
's hammering suddenly slowed down, as if he was struggling to continue and was losing strength. But he was clear-headed; he only needed to hold out for another ten or so rounds before she
collapsed . With the tide turning, he had to suppress her in terms of momentum.

Two disciples in yellow robes secretly cheered for their master, but could only stand by and could not help. Although the opponent was a woman, she outnumbered them, and her swordsmanship was
also quite good. If the two sides were to fight each other, the outcome would be unpredictable.

Huixin and the others from the Emei Sect dared not distract their sect leader, so they maintained a stalemate on the sidelines, with the disciples on both sides anxiously waiting and enduring the torment. Whether it was Yang Sen or
Lin Xuezhen, if either of them lost, the rest would naturally become lambs to the slaughter.

Seeing the situation worsen, Yang Sen's attacks unexpectedly intensified, rapidly closing in. The hammer's wind was almost touching Lin Xuezhen's fingertips. She couldn't hold on any
longer; she wanted to drop the rope and leap back.

If they continued fighting, allowing Yang Sen a moment to catch his breath and recover, the consequences would be unimaginable. So Lin Xuezhen gritted her teeth, determined to persevere to the death.
Perhaps her opponent was just putting on a brave face; this was the final storm. She encouraged herself.

Her steps were retreating, using space to buy time—a woman's subtle and skillful tactic. In this way, she could hold out for a while longer, as long as she didn't let Yang Sen
catch his breath.

After more than a dozen rounds of attack and defense, the Emei disciples were pleasantly surprised to find that the rope in their leader's hand was still several feet long, showing no significant shortening.

Yang Sen could no longer break the rope.

His gait became unsteady, his inner strength reaching its limit, and he began to hammer haphazardly, trying to break the rope ends.

Lin Xuezhen's confidence surged, and her offensive suddenly changed again, the long rope surging like a tidal wave, transforming into a towering torrent.

Anyone who has sailed knows that when a ship battles a raging sea, it leaps to the crest of a wave in an instant and plunges into a trough in a flash. The most feared are the millstone waves, swaying back and forth,
side to , their immense force capable of snapping the keel of even the strongest ship. The Emei Sect Leader wielded her long rope in what was precisely this kind of millstone wave.

Her remaining inner strength erupted in an instant—a no-holds-barred tactic, for the final decisive moment had arrived.

A master always wins by seizing the opportune moment.

The rope waves roared through the air, sweeping across the sky.

One after another, they ground and ground.

Yang Sen only saw towering rope shadows all around him, unable to distinguish between real and illusory, almost driven mad by the goddess's relentless grinding.

Facing this ocean of ropes, he seemed to taste the saltiness of the sea.

It seemed he wasn't qualified to be the goddess's master!

That was merely wishful thinking, for he couldn't conquer her.

He had previously underestimated the Emei Sect leader, but Lin Xuezhen proved to be an extraordinary woman, far more intelligent than ordinary people. Her fighting style was unlike anything he had ever seen or
imagined , and she truly put him at a disadvantage.

This was due to a misjudgment, a mistake made even before he arrived at Emei. Almost immediately afterward... Suddenly, a strong urge surged within him, a determination to visit Sichuan sometime, perhaps even fulfilling his dream of capturing the Emei Sect leader.

Despite being a renowned sect leader, supposedly ranked among the top ten martial arts masters, she was as docile as a lamb once naked.

Everyone thought Yang Sen was a lecher, but he didn't see it that way. He compared himself to a bee, a bee gathering the essence of every flower, while he was merely
a bee among men.

Was the bee guilty?

To say he shouldn't have killed those women... He didn't think he had done anything wrong. Yang Sen believed: wolves and sheep have always existed in the world.

Are wolves guilty?

Why do humans slaughter livestock!

Robbers have their own logic; this kind of person can only be categorized as a beastman.

Like a gambler for money, a drunkard for fine wine, a lecher for women, as a lustful fiend, he had
long coveted the peerless Emei goddess of the martial arts world. He dreamt of holding her in his arms every day, thinking about it countless times, but he was wary of the goddess's martial arts skills and dared not easily offend her.

Yang Sen killed...? The story of the Emei Goddess and Yang Qingyu's fierce battle, ending in a draw after a thousand moves, is a popular tale in the martial arts world. Yang Sen had naturally heard this as well.

Yang Qingyu had only taken three moves to kill him, and even if the Goddess, who also wielded a sword, was strong, she couldn't be much stronger. Only after careful consideration did he dare to come to Mount Emei
to wreak havoc. Now he understood that even if he could defeat Yang Qingyu, it didn't mean he could conquer the Emei Sect Leader; on the contrary, he had fallen into an unprecedented predicament.

Yang Qingyu's defeat was also due to his sword, and his lack of experience in the martial world. Because his sword had become part of his life, that sword had given him too much
honor and a sense of accomplishment, and too much confidence. He had immersed himself in swordsmanship for over a decade, refusing to give it up even in death.

His sword was forged through arduous practice.

The Goddess was different.

This was her intelligence and decisiveness. Since weapons were mutually exclusive, she dared to abandon them, even if it was her most proficient weapon. Martial arts—this decisive action changed her fate.

Now Yang Sen knew that while the Emei Sect Leader was beautiful, it was a different matter compared to his own life. Beauty always requires resources to enjoy; if
he were to lose his life, how could he pursue a woman's beauty?

No one would be foolish enough to equate death with beauty.

The Emei Sect Leader was not only battling him in internal strength but also in wits. Yang Sen was simple-minded, physically strong, morally corrupt, and madly cruel. He was
arrogant and brave but struggled with intelligence, admitting his inferiority.

This put him in a dangerous predicament. Yang Sen vaguely sensed that although Yang Qingyu was dead, she was his guide, standing not far ahead, summoning his spirit.

As he was lost in thought, his arms went weak, the hammer slowed, and "smack!" his vision blurred, and excruciating pain shot through his face. Lin Xuezhen's long rope pierced the hammer's edge, striking his
face . This time, she used swordsmanship, with unparalleled speed. Yang Sen stumbled back two steps, not yet regaining his footing, when another loud "crack" rang out. He felt a powerful force slam into him,
as if he'd been punched in the face, and he let out a strange howl.

Suddenly, his neck tightened as a long rope wrapped around his throat, causing his vision to go black, his breathing to become rapid, and stars to flash before his eyes.

He swung his hammer upwards, but missed the rope. He held his breath, roared furiously, and the long hammer flew from his hand, striking Lin Xuezhen.

This was a desperate, last-ditch effort, its force terrifying.

Lin Xuezhen lunged downwards, the long hammer whistling past her neck and hairline, snapping in
two with a "crack" against a large camphor tree, as thick as a bucket, not far behind her, which crashed to the ground.

Even in this desperate situation, Yang Sen still had the strength to fight back. His left arm extended dramatically, grabbing Lin Xuezhen's right foot and squeezing it with all his might. Lin Xuezhen felt a sharp pain in her right ankle. In her haste, she used
her left foot to lift a longsword from the ground and slashed at Yang Sen's left arm. Blood splattered, and Yang Sen's left arm was severed. Lin Xuezhen quickly discarded the long rope,
her movements fluid and rapid. Her left foot kicked up a series of scattered swords and knives in mid-air, one after another, with astonishing
speed . Hui Jing and the others were astonished, realizing that despite serving their sect leader for so many years, they had never known that their sect leader's leg techniques were so formidable

. Yang Sen, suffering from oxygen deprivation and the loss of his arm, reacted slowly. He dodged twice, but the first sword struck his body, penetrating his heart.

He groaned and swayed, but did not fall.

"Thud, thud thud thud..." It was the sound of sharp blades piercing leather. With each strike, Yang Sen's body trembled violently, yet he remained standing, struggling
to walk towards the Emei sect leader like a powerful, primordial beast.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The onlookers were horrified.

After a dozen or so swords fell, the invincible lecher was pierced through the body and finally collapsed like a hedgehog, writhing and convulsing on the ground, his blood
washing away the shame of the Emei Sect.

Although he had committed countless evils and deserved to die, Huijing, Huixin, and the others couldn't help but feel a pang of pity at the cruel scene before them.

The Emei Sect Leader slowly landed on the ground, gazing into the distance.

"Our Sect Leader has won..."

The Emei disciples cheered and jumped for joy, their excitement overflowing. Two disciples in yellow robes seemed to suddenly awaken, turning and leaping like arrows. Before
they could fall,
a sword flew from behind, severing the throat of the disciple in yellow robes behind and piercing the back of the disciple in front.

Two lives in one move—that was swordsmanship. Lin Xuezhen let out a long breath, looking down to see that lewd hand still tightly gripping her ankle.
A forcefully pried open her stiff fingers; her foot still ached considerably. Fortunately, she had reacted in time and severed the opponent's arm; otherwise, her right foot
would have been crushed in a moment, and she would have been the loser. With the pride of a victor, the Emei sect leader returned to the Sanqing Temple, despite feeling very tired and exhausted. After all,
she had once again saved these disciples from the clutches of death, ridding

the martial arts world of a great scourge and seeking justice for the countless innocent souls who had died at the hands of demons. The fierce battle that had lasted all day had taken a heavy toll on her strength, but thankfully it was over, and the Emei Sect, under her leadership, had once again survived the catastrophe of annihilation.

Back at the temple, Lin Xuezhen gently comforted the captured disciples, letting them bathe, change into clean new clothes, and ordering the kitchen to prepare the best food. She
didn't inquire about anything else concerning them. Despite the victory in the final battle, her heart was heavy. The losses of the Emei Sect were devastating; not only had they lost two
protectors, Huizhen and Huiyi, but many disciples had also suffered humiliation. She was also a woman, and her feelings were very sensitive; she understood the pain of women.

After dinner, Lin Xuezhen gave many instructions, entrusting them to Huixin and Huiyi. Now, she only wanted to take a bath and rest well for the night, to sleep in late. Perhaps
the clear water could wash away the weariness of her soul and restore her initial spirit.

The bathhouse was a warm and peaceful place.

Inside, there was a purple wooden table and several purple chairs, and a huge bathtub under the window against the wall. The curtains were a pale yellow, a delicate color, as tender as a virgin
's skin.

The bathtub was also specially made, wide and heavy, about seven feet long, with a fine, white grain, made of boxwood.

Everything was placed in its proper place, neat and clean. Everything here seemed elegant and comfortable, yet carried a peaceful and pure atmosphere.

The entire environment was simple yet elegant.

A faint, refreshing feminine scent could be felt in the room, fresh and clean, warm and gentle. What kind of woman would
arrange her surroundings in such a way, reflecting such a style?

Lin Xuezhen's temperament, what woman in the world could compare?

Huijing carried in a heavy tub of hot water and smiled at her master, "I've prepared the water, please take a bath."

The bathtub was already filled with clear water, and wisps of steam slowly filled the room, white mist enveloping the entire bathroom.

Lin Xuezhen's large eyes appeared exceptionally calm and kind as she said to Huijing, "You must be tired too. Get some rest. I can pour the water myself; you don't need to do anything here."

Huijing smiled, looking at her master respectfully. After saying goodnight, she withdrew.

Lin Xuezhen stood quietly, checked the bathroom door, glanced at the drawn curtains, and then walked to the bathtub.

She felt a cramp in her thighs and pain in her body. Slowly, she sat down in the rosewood chair, gently rubbing her arms alternately for a moment. Then she untied her leggings, took off her
leather boots, removed her white stockings, revealing two snow-white feet. She deftly slipped onto a pair of exquisite wooden clogs and began to undress...

Her pristine white outfit was finally slowly removed and placed on the back of the chair, revealing her flawless body. Her skin was snow-white and delicate like solidified cream,
its surface smooth and soft like silk. Her figure was neither strong nor thin.

From behind, her waist was slender, her breasts and hips full, and her straight legs long and shapely. Her entire body radiated a youthful, hazy glow, shrouded in a sacred and
mysterious aura.

Every inch of Lin Xuezhen's naked body exuded a fully mature beauty. She was truly a woman, a woman among women.

This was unparalleled, a beauty of unparalleled grace, making her like a swaying flower glistening with dew, or a fairy just descended from the clouds.

She grabbed a white towel from beside the chair and draped it over her shoulder. Then, sitting on the edge of the tub, she lightly pursed her lips and quickly slid into the water.

The water immediately submerged her body, gently rippling around her, stimulating every pore of her skin. She felt her back touch the smooth
bottom of the tub.

Her full, delicate skin against the tub's bottom felt both smooth and rough.

A paradox.

Yet, that was the true feeling one gets from a boxwood bathtub.

The hot water enveloped her body, making her feel comfortable and at ease. Her blood seemed to slowly fill her skin. Her fingers, which had been massaging her body, stopped. She changed
her posture, sitting quietly, and began to gently release her inner energy. She raised her right leg, noticing a bruise on her ankle. She immediately channeled her inner energy to improve
blood circulation and relieve the pain. The bruise quickly disappeared, and her right foot was as white as ever.

This was the best way to rest, incorporating the secrets of yoga. It was also the inner
secret that made her, though twenty-six, appear far more youthful and vibrant than an eighteen-year-old girl.

Steam rose throughout the room, as if she were surrounded by a thick fog. The atmosphere was very quiet; apart from the occasional splash of water and the chirping of insects outside the window, she could hear
the tranquility of the world.

But Lin Xuezhen's mind was filled with the events of the past few days. She thought of her two protectors, Huizhen and Huiyi, who had been alive and well just two days ago, now gone,
their voices and smiles still lingering in her mind. A sharp pain shot through her heart. Recalling the horrific scene of Huirou, Huiyu, and the other five disciples being violated, she felt both
distressed and guilty, her mind filled with deep self-reproach.

Although she had survived the victory, the losses were heavy, and she felt she hadn't been a good sect leader. She resolved to double her care and attention for her disciples in the future.

She also thought of Yang Sen's hazy, lustful eyes, and the desperate, murderous glint in his eyes as he died;
a wave of indescribable nausea

washed over her. She also thought of Yang Qingyu, who had died at Yang Sen's hands—a man who had... [a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexually assaulted her...]

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