[Chaos Without Limits] [Chapter Seven]

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Chapter Seven: Breaking Through and Establishing a New Path, the Mysterious Skill Achieved; Luring the Enemy into the Trap, Ultimately Captured.

Boundless darkness, utter blackness, devoid of any light, devoid of anything, only

utter silence.

Suddenly, a small, bright dot appeared in the distance. In the pitch black, the tiny speck shone

exceptionally brightly , its light dazzling.

The dot exploded, and the light exploded with it, piercing the darkness, tearing through space, followed by a burst of

white. After the white light, the previous small dot multiplied into two, the two dots swirling around each other, spinning faster and faster,

forming a circle of light that compressed inward. After reaching its limit of compression, it exploded again, another burst of white light

filling the entire field of vision.

After the white light, the dot multiplied into four. The four dots began to rotate again, compressing, exploding, becoming

eight, then sixteen, thirty-two… Soon, countless dots of light formed, ceasing their rotation. Or rather , ceasing their rapid rotation. All the dots of light, in space, moved silently

along some kind of trajectory .

The points of light weren't just orbiting a certain trajectory; they were also rotating themselves.

In an instant, a realization dawned on him, and the points of light before him transformed into a dazzling starry sky. Just then,

Leng Aotian opened his eyes and woke up.

Pale yellow bed curtains hung around the bed, and beside it was a table, completely empty and spotless. The window was half-open,

letting in a gentle breeze that made the room feel less stuffy. With a creak, the door opened, and a woman in purple, carrying tea,

entered the room.

"You're awake!" the woman in purple said, her tone neither warm nor cold.

"Thank you for saving me, young lady. May I ask your name?" Leng Aotian asked.

He sat up, secretly circulating his inner energy. Sure enough, he had felt his inner energy completely depleted just moments before; now he was certain

he had lost all his internal strength.

"I didn't save you. If you want to thank me, you can tell my young lady when you see her. However, you

may not have the chance..." the woman in purple said.

"Oh, right, my name is Juxiang." Juxiang spoke for a while before remembering Leng Aotian's question.

"My name is Leng Aotian. Thank you in advance, Miss Juxiang. May I ask you to introduce me? I have important business to attend to after thanking

your young lady." Leng Aotian spoke politely, seemingly unconcerned by Juxiang's

dismissive tone.

"What!? You're Leng Aotian? Leng Aotian of Wudang?" Juxiang looked at Leng Aotian in surprise, her words

filled with astonishment and doubt.

"Yes, I am from Wudang. By the way, may I ask where this is?" Leng Aotian said, thinking of

Liu Xuerou. He really wanted to leave immediately.

"This... how is this possible? Your... your martial arts..." Juxiang still didn't believe it. Someone must have examined

Leng Aotian's , so Juxiang knew that Leng Aotian had no internal energy.

"Alas, it's a long story. I've lost all my internal energy..." Leng Aotian said calmly. Although he was saddened, he

knew he could practice his internal energy again, and at least he was alive, so he wasn't too concerned. He just didn't know

how Liu Xuerou was doing. Leng Aotian knew they had escaped unharmed that day, but he was

still a little worried without confirmation.

"I'll inform Miss right away. You... please wait a moment." Juxiang's tone changed immediately, and she forgot to answer

Leng Aotian 's question before rushing out.

Leng Aotian didn't mind, but he felt a little strange. Although he couldn't sense any true energy in his body,

he didn't feel weak in his limbs. Logically speaking, someone with profound internal energy would experience weakness

in their limbs for a long time after losing all their internal energy in an instant, due to the body's inability to adapt. But he

didn't have this problem.

Leng Aotian sat cross-legged on the bed, examining himself. He tried circulating the "Wuji Guiyuan" mental cultivation method to investigate

his condition and incidentally attempt to restart his internal energy cultivation. Suddenly, he discovered that he had no meridians.

It wasn't that he had no meridians; theoretically, everyone has them. Martial artists, depending on their

respective cultivation methods, each internal energy cultivation method has its own unique route for the flow of true energy. This true energy circulates along the body's meridians

, strengthening and expanding them to accommodate more true energy, then strengthening and

growing again, in a continuous cycle, deepening one's internal energy. Different mental cultivation methods utilize different meridians.

Leng Aotian realized that his meridians had shrunk back to their original size. Logically, even

after , the original thickness of the meridians should not change within several years. As long as the meridians remain intact, one can

start cultivating again, and with twice the results. But his situation was different.

At this moment, Leng Aotian seemed to have never learned internal energy cultivation or circulated true qi. Not only was his body completely empty, but

his meridians were also no different from an ordinary person's. Even worse, Leng Aotian only now realized that the meridians mainly connecting his dantian

had been severed by his own actions. Although he didn't know why they had automatically repaired themselves, they were now unable to bear

true qi .

This was worse than that of someone who didn't know martial arts at all. In other words, even if Leng Aotian wanted to start practicing from scratch, it would be impossible

unless he could find a miraculous elixir to rebuild the resilience of his meridians.

Upon discovering this situation, cold sweat had unknowingly soaked Leng Aotian's entire back. He never expected

that although he had survived by sheer luck, he would end up as a cripple who couldn't practice martial arts. Even with Leng Aotian's strong will,

he still couldn't bear this result for a moment.

Suddenly, a strange sensation arose. Leng Aotian seemed to sense five people walking into the room, and these

five people were currently in another courtyard. Thinking of this, it seemed he

had a complete ; he could vaguely perceive everyone's location and actions.

This was almost impossible. Previously, even with Leng Aotian's exceptional senses, he needed to amplify them with internal energy to

sense significant movements, such as the sound of air being cut by someone using light footwork, the

sound of a hidden weapon being fired, or the pressure of a palm strike. But now he could sense everyday movements—this was inconceivable.

Moreover, it was purely a "sense," without any visual, auditory, olfactory, or wind pressure indicators

; it was pure perception.

Could this be the "sixth sense" his master had mentioned before? Leng Aotian wondered, then thought

it unlikely . The "sixth sense

" mentioned in Buddhism and Taoism, along with "telepathy," "clairvoyance," and "clairaudience," were all related to these powerful beings.

It was somewhat similar, but it transcended the scope of the "five senses," resembling something

like the modern concepts of "sixth sense," "precognition," or "psychic abilities."

Just as he was pondering this, the door opened, and five people entered the room.

Four girls dressed in purple were present, along with Juxiang, who had been there earlier, and Zhuxiang, who had discovered

Leng Aotian in the forest. The four surrounded a woman dressed in red. This woman had striking features,

delicate yet possessing a striking, three-dimensional quality characteristic of people from the northeastern frontier. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman with a cold

expression For some reason, Leng Aotian could sense that this woman possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, no less than Liu Xuerou's.

"This humble woman was unaware of your arrival, and apologizes for any shortcomings in my hospitality," she said, her tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Although she addressed Leng Aotian as a distinguished guest, her voice was extremely cold.

"I dare not presume. Leng Aotian is deeply grateful for your rescue, young lady, and will surely repay you in the future. May I ask your name, young lady

, and where I am currently?" Leng Aotian seemed oblivious to the red-clad woman's attitude

, his tone remaining polite and courteous. After all, his life had been saved by someone else, and whether they treated him well or not was not so

important.

"My name is Yelü Bingxin. I dare not accept such a life-saving grace. I have done nothing to help you; it was entirely due to the

miraculous internal energy of Young Hero Leng, the result of his self-healing. This place is 'Hundred Flowers Manor.' Young Hero has just recovered, so please rest and recuperate here in peace,"

Yelü Bingxin said.

Upon hearing the words "Hundred Flowers Manor," Leng Aotian was startled. "Hundred Flowers Manor" was known for its secretive operations,

avoiding contact with righteous people, and its actions were neither purely righteous nor purely wicked. All the inhabitants of the manor were women.

Ten years ago, during the great war between the righteous path and the demonic sect, dozens of masked women in black stood

on the side of sect, aiding them, yet they were not members of the demonic sect. Afterwards, some members of the righteous path speculated that

they were from the "Hundred Flowers Manor," who had attempted to cause trouble, but no one knew where the "Hundred Flowers Manor" was, and

no one from the "Hundred Flowers Manor" ever appeared in the martial world again afterward, so the matter was left unresolved.

"I didn't expect this place to be the legendary 'Hundred Flowers Manor.' I have urgent business to attend to, so I thank you

for , but I must take my leave now. I hope you can repay this kindness in the future." Leng Aotian was even

less willing to stay here any longer, as it was still unknown whether the "Hundred Flowers Manor" had any connection with the "demonic sect."

"No need for repayment. Perhaps you find this manor too crude, Leng Hero, and therefore do not wish to

linger a few more days?" As if she had anticipated Leng Aotian's reaction, Yelü Bingxin said calmly.

"I do indeed have urgent business to attend to, please forgive me, young lady," Leng Aotian said indifferently.

"It's not that Bingxin is preventing you from leaving, but the 'Hundred Flowers Formation' outside the manor has been activated. We must wait twelve more days

before the passage can be opened to leave," Yelü Bingxin said.

"The 'Hundred Flowers Formation' is a maze set up by our predecessors to protect 'Hundred Flowers Manor' from outsiders. It operates according to

the Heavenly Stems and Earthly . It can only be paused by external force every twelve days, with a maximum pause of three days,

after which it will automatically activate. If you force your way in at other times and trigger the formation, you will be attacked by various

illusions . Even if I wanted to help you, I would be helpless," Yelü Bingxin continued to explain.

"This... isn't there any other way?" Leng Aotian pondered for a moment. Not to mention that he had lost all his power and

couldn't force his way in, even if he still had his power, it wouldn't be right to force his way in and destroy the formation,

especially since she had saved his life.

"I'm sorry, the entire manor is surrounded by an array, there's no other way out," Yelü Bingxin replied.

"Alright, since that's the case, I'll have to bother you for a few more days," Leng Aotian said with a helpless

nod.

"Bingxin will take her leave now, young hero Leng, please rest well," Yelü Bingxin said calmly.

"Thank you for your concern, please go ahead, young lady," Leng Aotian bowed and watched Yelü Bingxin leave the room.

"Xiaomei, inform my elder brother," Yelü Bingxin said calmly after leaving the room.

"Yes," a girl in purple beside her replied, then turned and left.

"Miss, Juxiang doesn't understand, this Leng Aotian, now he has lost all his power, there's not a trace of true qi in his body, is it necessary to

..." Juxiang asked, clearly unconvinced.

"I don't know either, it's just a feeling, I feel that although he has superficially lost his internal energy, the truth is

not that simple, do you know why he lost his internal energy?" Yelü Bingxin asked.

"Juxiang doesn't know," Juxiang replied.

"That's from the 'Soul-Eating Force' of the Pure Serene Hermit. Normally, when the 'Soul-Eating Force' invades the body,

one either expels it with profound internal energy, or dies from poisoning and injury after their internal energy is eroded. His internal energy has been

eroded, yet he hasn't died. This is the first time I've seen such a situation. Let's wait for my elder brother to arrive," Yelü Bingxin

said .

"I see. It seems only the young master could see through this," Juxiang suddenly realized.

"The three of you take turns caring for him, reporting back to me daily. I need to know every detail;

nothing can be overlooked," Yelü Bingxin said coldly.

**********

A white shadow flashed through the air. Liu Xuerou, still dressed in white, moved like a ghost between the tents. This

was her third time infiltrating the Three Hermits' camp.

Knowing that Leng Aotian hadn't been captured, Liu Xuerou desperately wanted to turn back and search for him. However , Ge Jiyuan

was trapped in the enemy camp because of her, and she had to try to rescue him, even if he might have been killed by the Three Wanderers,

to confirm the outcome and give the Qingcheng Sect an explanation.

Thinking carefully, Liu Xuerou realized she had experienced sudden nausea twice. The first time was after Ge

Jiyuan assaulted her; she initially thought it was due to the effects of the aphrodisiac, but after confirming the aphrodisiac was cured, it

recurred. Could it be…? Liu Xuerou quickly recalled that her period had indeed been absent for several months.

Women who practiced martial arts often had irregular periods, and after perfecting her internal energy, Liu Xuerou had gone three or four months

without menstruation. Therefore, although she hadn't had her period since her encounter with Leng Aotian in the cave,

she hadn't paid much attention at first. Now, after careful consideration, she was almost certain she was pregnant.

Thinking of this, Liu Xuerou felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. Recalling the days right after her marriage to Leng Aotian,

her face flushed. Although she was filled with happiness, she also wanted to tell Leng Aotian the good news as soon as possible.

But rescuing Ge Jiyuan was the priority.

After two days of rest, her wounds had mostly healed. Although it was best to avoid any strenuous activity to prevent reopening the wounds,

the Three Wanderers' group was venturing into increasingly remote areas. A densely forested mountain was now in sight. Ge Jiyuan had been captured for two days,

and she didn't know what kind of treatment he would receive. Therefore, Liu Xuerou decided to act to avoid any unforeseen complications.

She had just captured a sentry near the camp and learned where Ge Jiyuan was being held. After striking the sentry's

pressure quietly approached the tent. The Three Wanderers' main tent was nearby, so they must have anticipated her

arrival and likely laid an ambush.

Gripping her "Victory Ambush" sword at her waist, Liu Xuerou resolved to

rescue Ge Jiyuan with lightning speed. As soon as she concealed herself outside the tent, she heard the sounds of a man and woman breathing heavily inside. Listening closely, Liu

Xuerou blushed deeply; it was the sound of a man and woman making love.

"Hehe, what a handsome young man, with a good physique, but his skill is a bit lacking." The woman's panting

subsided, and when she spoke, it was no longer a woman's voice, but the sharp, high-pitched voice of the Yin-Yang Hermit.

Liu Xuerou pierced a small hole in the tent with the tip of her sword, held her breath, and peered inside.

Poor Ge Jiyuan, his eyes bloodshot, lay on the bed, seemingly immobilized by pressure points. The Yin-Yang

Hermit, naked, was manipulating Ge Jiyuan's body. Due to long-term cultivation, the Yin-Yang Hermit's body was unusually smooth,

with delicate skin, the only flaw being its excessive paleness, a sickly white.

The Yin-Yang Hermit's penis was raised high, his buttocks pressed tightly against Ge Jiyuan's lower body, swaying up and down, actually

offering his buttocks to Ge Jiyuan for passage. Liu Xuerou had never seen such a scene before, and upon seeing it,

she was immediately filled with shame and disgust.

Influenced by Yin Yang Sanren's "Joyful Six Harmonies Technique," Ge Jiyuan, though unwilling and even disgusted

, found his manhood rising uncontrollably. Under the manipulation, lust arose, and his initial

aversion was replaced by pleasure. Within moments, he ejaculated.

Over the past two days, Ge Jiyuan had lost count of how many times this had happened. Each time, he felt repulsion and disgust, only to be

inexplicably overwhelmed by pleasure that consumed his reason.

With a hiss, Liu Xuerou ripped through the tent with her sword, leaping inside, the tip pointing directly at Yin Yang Sanren. Yin Yang Sanren,

as if anticipating this, responded immediately, emerging from the other side of the tent with another hiss.

Just as Liu Xuerou reached Ge Jiyuan's side, a dark figure descended from the sky, enveloping half the tent in a massive iron cage

. The figures of the three Sanren burst in from outside the tent, laughing smugly at

Liu Xuerou inside the cage.

"Third Brother's strategy is flawless; this 'luring the enemy into the trap' tactic is truly brilliant," said Qingjing Sanren.

"Eldest Brother flatters me, hehe~~~" said Wujian Sanren, his eyes full of smugness.

"Hmph, do you think I didn't know you were prepared?" Liu Xuerou, though imprisoned in the cage, remained calm

and composed, showing no sign of panic. At the same time, she picked up Ge Jiyuan, tore the bed sheet into rope, and tied him to her back.

"This cage is made of fine steel; once inside, escape is impossible. I don't believe that Lady Liu has

any tricks up her sleeve to get out." Wujian Sanren looked at Liu Xuerou, his eyes blazing with intense desire.

Liu Xuerou remained silent, slowly gathering her energy. With a flick of her wrist, a faint dark

light appeared on her longsword. With two swift strokes, Liu Xuerou slashed at the steel pillar, which snapped in two. At the same time, Liu

Xuerou burst through the air, shooting towards the three men.

The three wandering monks were terrified at the sight. They hadn't expected even a cage made of refined steel couldn't hold her. In their haste,

they scattered and rolled in three different directions.

Seeing that the three were as she had predicted, and dared not confront her directly, Liu Xuerou used a strange "Riding the Victory Across Ten Thousand Miles" maneuver, her body

flashing as she tried to slip through the tent flap and escape. Suddenly, she felt a numbness in the back of her neck, followed by numbness in her waist and back. Her pressure points had been struck,

rendering her immobile.

"You…you actually…" Liu Xuerou knew perfectly well what had happened, but she couldn't accept the reality. A righteous person like herself had

actually colluded with the demonic sect.

"I'm sorry, I love you too much. They only want your sword, they won't hurt you." Ge Jiyuan

leaped down from behind Liu Xuerou. After much deliberation, he realized that after his failed attempt to molest her, Liu Xuerou's cold attitude

meant he had no chance of winning her heart. So, after being captured,

he was persuaded by Wujian Sanren to recall the flawless body he had seen by the stream. He had gone astray in his

pursuit of her body.

"Hehe, Third Brother truly lives up to his reputation as a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang. This scheme is perfectly orchestrated, flawless!"

Wujian Sanren's shrill voice rang out.

The cunning and meticulous Wujian Sanren wasn't entirely confident in trapping Liu Xuerou in a steel cage. However, he suddenly

recalled the look in Ge Jiyuan's eyes when he looked at Liu Xuerou—a look that shared his own desires. Instantly

understanding Ge Jiyuan's thoughts, Wujian Sanren went to great lengths to lure Ge Jiyuan, breaking down his defenses

and setting up this trap from the outside.

His agreement with Ge Jiyuan was that he would only take the sword, and Liu Xuerou would belong to Ge Jiyuan alone. Unfortunately,

Ge Jiyuan, blinded by lust, only thought of Liu Xuerou's stunning beauty and how he could possess her, failing to notice

the message in Wujian Sanren's eyes and foolishly believing Wujian Sanren would keep his promise.

Apart from Qingjing Sanren, who stared greedily at the sword in Liu Xuerou's hand, the other

three—Yinyang Sanren, Wujian Sanren, and Ge Jiyuan—all stared at the immobilized Liu Xuerou, their eyes

filled with lewd intent.

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