[The Chronicles of Lewd and Cruel Martial Arts] Part Six

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In the night
sky, a full moon faintly glowed with a blood-red hue. Under the cold, eerie moonlight, a
ghostly figure landed silently in the courtyard, standing behind Tang Bing.
Tang Bing lowered her bright eyes, not turning her head, seemingly oblivious to the figure in black standing behind her
. Her jade-like hands, beneath her red robes, trembled slightly.
The ghostly figure suddenly spoke: "Sister Tang Bing, congratulations! You've retrieved the fragments of our Holy Sect's scriptures
. The Marquis will surely be overjoyed!" The figure's voice was like a silver bell, yet it conveyed
no congratulations, but rather a chilling aura.
Tang Bing coldly replied, "The Marquis has already agreed that this matter is entirely my responsibility, and has nothing to do with you. Why aren't you doing
your own work? What are you doing here?"
The figure slowly removed the black cloak covering her, revealing a young and beautiful woman in white palace attire. The woman
appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed in luxurious attire, but her long, silver-white hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her eyes were a blood-
red hue, and her beautiful oval face was deathly pale, radiating an icy
aura. Standing silently under the cold, full moon, she seemed less like a living person and more like a ghost
.
The silver-haired woman said, "The matter at Murong Manor has long been resolved. I was worried that you, my sister, might still harbor feelings for me
and interfere with the Marquis's important affairs, so I came to help you. Aren't you afraid that your coldness will hurt my feelings?
" Although her words were spoken warmly, her tone remained devoid of any intimacy, still chilling to the ear.
Tang Bing turned around, smiled coldly, and said, "You're pretending to be afraid of ruining the Marquis's important business, but you're
really worried about ruining yours, aren't you? The scriptures are on me, and I will hand them over to the Marquis myself. If you don't trust me, since you're so capable,
why don't you try killing me here and taking the scriptures first?" After saying that, she stared at the woman in palace attire.
The silver-haired woman stared blankly at Tang Bing for a moment before saying, "Sister, you mean well.
Why are you so suspicious? I know you hate that vile servant Murong Ling the most. If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'd be willing
to personally take her head to avenge you. What do you think?"
Tang Bing coldly replied, "That little girl Murong Ling is already being tortured to the point of wishing she were dead.
After I've made her suffer enough, I'll take her life myself. You don't need to worry about it."
The silver-haired woman remained silent for a long time before turning her gaze to Xiao Yu lying by the courtyard wall. She
said in an icy voice, "You say you have some lingering reluctance, but why bother hiding it? You even spared the life of your love rival who stole your beloved
. This is your junior brother and former lover. Why pretend you've already killed him?
Do you think these tricks that fool a three-year-old will fool me?" With that, she gently waved her hand, and the silver needle in Xiao Yu's chest clattered to the ground
.
Xiao Yu groaned and woke up, opening his eyes. Tang Bing was still coldly staring at the silver-
haired woman, who in turn was coldly staring at Xiao Yu. After a moment of staring at each other, Xiao Yu suddenly exclaimed, "
You...you are...that day..." Overwhelmed with emotion, Xiao Yu couldn't catch his breath and coughed incessantly, clutching his chest
.
The silver-haired woman suddenly smiled, a smile filled with malevolence and murderous intent, and said, "Xiao Yu, you have a
good memory. That's right, it was I who killed your master and fellow disciples and wiped out your entire sect. Now,
do you want revenge?"
Xiao Yu stared at the silver-haired woman, his eyes filled with resentment. He struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall, took a few steps forward,
bent down to pick up the longsword that had fallen to the ground, and tried to stab the silver-haired woman with his own strength. However, weakened by the effects of the dissolving powder
, Xiao Yu was completely exhausted. Even these few steps had drained his strength, leaving him unable to stand. He could only kneel,
sword planted firmly, staring at the silver-haired woman, his eyes still filled with resentment and unwillingness.
The silver-haired woman's eyes were full of mockery as she coldly said to Xiao Yu, "Xiao Yu, you can't even hold a sword
properly, how can you kill me to avenge yourself? You overestimate yourself!"
A murderous intent suddenly flashed in her blood-red eyes. As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind slammed into Xiao Yu's face.
Completely powerless to resist, Xiao Yu was sent flying backward with a loud "bang!" The impact sent a large
hole through the courtyard wall. Sand and dirt rained down, and Xiao Yu fell into the rubble, his ribs broken. He tried to struggle to
his feet, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the surrounding tiles red.
The silver-haired woman glanced at Tang Bing, who remained unmoved, standing coldly to the side. The silver-haired woman
said softly to Tang Bing, "Sister Tang Bing, I see you still haven't forgotten your past love and can't bear to kill this heartless man yourself.
Why don't you do a good deed today and send him to the underworld to keep his master and fellow disciples company? This will also help you resolve this
knot in your heart."
Her icy words had barely faded when a murderous intent flashed again in her blood-red eyes. A gust of wind rushed towards the already
dying Xiao Yu, but suddenly, with a loud "bang," Tang Bing's red figure appeared between Xiao Yu and the silver-haired woman
, a wall of energy faintly displaying Sanskrit characters deflecting the shockwave emitted by the silver-haired woman.
Tang Bing coldly said, "Lan Ji, I've already said that the Marquis promised that I would handle everything here.
Whether or not Xiao Yu is killed is my business, none of your concern. When did it become your place to interfere? Although the Marquis
favors you, I'm not afraid to fight you. What, you want to fight me here?" The silver-haired woman in palace attire, Lan Ji, 　　remained expressionless on her
beautiful but deathly pale face upon hearing Tang Bing's blatant provocation. She stared at Tang Bing for a long time, when suddenly a 　　strange cry, seemingly from a bird, drifted from the distant mountains. Tang Bing's expression changed instantly, but Lan Ji coldly said, "Sister, I meant 　　well, and it's fine if you don't appreciate it. But the Holy Sect has ordered that Murong Ling's life must be taken. Since you're 　　busy reminiscing with your lover, I shouldn't disturb you. I'll take care of this small matter for you. 　　You'd better take care of yourself!"After speaking, Lan Ji's white figure flashed and she floated out of the courtyard. 　　 Tang Bing only breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her guard after Lan Ji's white figure had completely disappeared into the darkness. 　　She hurriedly looked back at the rubble of the courtyard wall, where Xiao Yu was already lying on the ground, motionless.

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang!" Tang Bing called softly, but Xiao Yu was lifeless. Tang Bing hurriedly helped Xiao Yu up and
slowly channeled her inner energy into her palm. After a long while, Xiao Yu regained a faint breath, but remained unconscious.
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In the dungeon of Black Wind Stronghold. Murong Ling was still enjoying a cruel and lewd feast amidst pain and pleasure.
She was completely naked, her hands still cuffed to the crossbeams of the U-shaped torture rack. Her beautiful
face was covered with yellowish-white semen, and her back, buttocks, and thighs were covered with thick red whip marks. She
was struggling to raise her whip-bruised buttocks, while a strongman held her buttocks, his large penis
thrusting in and out of her honey hole between her buttocks.
"...Ugh...ah...um...um...ah...ah...be gentler...um...
ah!..."
Murong Ling's eyes were glazed over, her snow-white skin flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm. Her lips were slightly parted, emitting
moans that were hard to decipher, sounding either pleasurable or whimpering. Her vagina was incredibly wet, filled with
semen that had been ejaculated into her countless times. The thick, hard penis of the bandit leader made a series
of obscene "splashing" sounds as it thrust in and out. The bandit leader, his face filled with lust, seemed to think his penis wasn't
deep enough. He reached under Murong Ling's legs, lifted her vulva, spread her legs, and thrust his penis forcefully inside
. Murong Ling felt the penis inside her vagina pressing against her cervix. The bandit leader,
while rubbing her hard, erect clitoris, increased the speed of his thrusts. After dozens of thrusts, he roared
and squeezed her clitoris hard.
"No! Ah! Ah!" Murong Ling screamed in pain, but the bandit leader behind her
paid no heed. His penis pressed against her cervix, and he ejaculated with unrestrained pleasure. After a long while,
the bandit leader reluctantly withdrew his wet penis from her vagina. Between Murong
Ling's legs, which were covered in semen and covered in a mess of dark pubic hair, drops of semen dripped
onto the ground, forming a small, shiny puddle. It was impossible to tell
how many times Murong Ling's once virgin vagina had been filled with semen.
Murong Ling's hands were bound and her head hung limply. Almost two hours had passed since her capture
, and she had lost count of how many times these bandits had tortured and raped her. She looked up and saw
Hei Batian sitting in front of her, drinking and lewdly watching her being violated. His
enormous penis, which had taken her virginity, had already ejaculated three times, yet it remained thick and erect, the egg-sized purplish
-red glans still gleaming menacingly.
(…Yu Lang, where are you?…Aren't you coming to save Ling'er?…Or did something happen to you too?
……Ling'er is so worried about you…)
(Could it be…Ling'er has no way to escape?…I'll just have to be violated like this forever…) Just as
Murong Ling was beginning to feel despair, a sudden surge of excitement and anticipation arose within her
. Along with this familiar feeling, her lower body felt an emptiness and longing for a man's penis.
But at the same time, Murong Ling was even more surprised and delighted that
the feeling of her true energy being constantly drained away had gradually stopped, and the energy of her true energy was slowly gathering again in her dantian
. It seemed that the poison of the Dissolving Power Powder she had inflicted during her battle with Tang Bing was gradually beginning to dissipate on its own. Although
she was still weak all over, she estimated that she would be able to escape soon.
Just as Murong Ling was filled with joy and hope, Hei Batian had already walked up to
Murong Ling, who was slumped over and seemed to have fainted. Filled with satisfaction and pleasure, Hei Batian looked triumphantly
at this female prisoner who had been defiled by him and tortured and raped many times. Every time he raped and tortured
a woman, watching her wail and cry, her miserable state of wanting neither life nor death, filled him with immense
pleasure. This time, the "demon cult witch" whom this young lady had personally ordered to be tortured looked
exactly like the young lady he had always fantasized about. Just looking at her ignited his sadistic desires.
Hei Batian's eyes slowly swept over the torture beds, branding irons, clamps, finger-stabbing devices, wooden horses, and the sharp
knives and other instruments of torture in the dungeon. He secretly decided that after he had his fill of this "young lady," he would
torture her bit by bit with cruelty. Thinking of this, he felt his huge penis throbbing painfully. Looking down at the
rosy nipples on Murong Ling's breasts, his lust rose again. He chuckled lewdly and placed his huge penis between Murong Ling's breasts
, slowly thrusting in and out.
Murong Ling was slowly channeling the gradually recovering true energy within her body back to her limbs from her dantian
, unaware that Hei Batian was already harboring so many lewd and sadistic thoughts about her. Suddenly, she felt
Hei Batian forcefully squeezing and pressing her breasts, causing her to cry out in pain. Hei Batian was
standing in front of Murong Ling, his thick, black penis erect and hard,
thrusting back and forth between her firm breasts, which were also covered in semen. Hei Batian glared fiercely, his large, dark hands
squeezing Murong Ling's breasts together forcefully, but Murong Ling's breasts were only small enough to be grasped in one hand. Despite Hei Batian's efforts, he couldn't hold his thick, long black penis, 　　and it slipped away
after only a few thrusts . 　　 Murong Ling's breasts were being squeezed painfully by Hei Batian, and the rough masturbation she was subjected to 　　caused her to cry out in a pleading voice after a few moments, "Chief... Ling'er's breasts... are hurting so much from your squeezing... Please have 　　mercy... let Ling'er rest for a moment..." 　　 Murong Ling's breasts couldn't quite grip Hei Batian's penis several times. Hei Batian, already irritated, was enraged by 　　Murong Ling's soft pleas. He grabbed her hair, slapped her hard across the face, and cursed, " 　　You slut, your face is pretty, but your breasts won't grow big. You haven't satisfied me and you want to rest? You think..."

"This is the bridal chamber, are you still the bride? I'll pierce your nipples and hang you up to whip you,
let's see if you still scream!"
Murong Ling trembled at the thought, worried that her true energy was about to recover, but she would have to suffer such torture.
She could only plead softly, "Please have mercy, Chief... It's Ling'er's fault... If the Chief is angry... let Ling'er serve
the Chief's giant cannon, okay... Please spare the punishment, Chief..." After saying that, she could only lower her head and try
to lick Hei Batian's purplish-red glans with her fragrant tongue.
Hei Batian chuckled and said, "You slut, you know how to please me, but the young lady instructed me
to torture you properly, to make you confess all the conspiracies and tricks of the Demonic Sect. You think you can escape this torture
? You're dreaming!" He looked down at Murong Ling, who was diligently licking his massive
member, and chuckled, "Since you're such a slut, you still know how to try to please me, I'll rape you one more time
. After I've ejaculated and felt good, I'll torture you. Come on, tie this slut to that torture bed over there!"
"Yes!" Several bandits agreed and went to untie the iron shackles binding Murong Ling,
dragging the still limp and powerless woman to a wooden torture bed. The torture bed was a slanted wooden plank. The bandits laid Murong
Ling on her back on the plank, her arms spread wide and bound with hemp rope, her legs also spread and bound to either side of the bed. Murong
Ling's inner energy had not yet recovered, and her whole body was still weak, so she could only allow the bandits to pull and bind her. She was filled with
tension and fear, wondering what kind of torture she would suffer next. The thought of her noble body being
treated like a lowly female prisoner, subjected to the lewd abuse of these bandits, made her heart ache, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Before long, Murong Ling was bound wide on the torture bed, her legs spread wide and bound to either side,
her crotch raised by a protruding wooden plank. Her most private parts, her vagina and anus, were exposed in an extremely obscene position,
completely exposed to the eyes of Hei Batian and his band of bandits. Hei Batian... Hei Batian chuckled lewdly, his hand constantly
stroking his thick, dark penis, while his fingers casually manipulated Murong Ling's
swollen, red labia, which were already partially closed from being penetrated. He also rubbed her swollen, erect clitoris.
Hei Batian inserted his fingers into Murong Ling's vagina, rummaging for the semen inside, still finding her
virgin vagina incredibly tight. Although Murong Ling was anxious and nervous, her sensitive body, being
manipulated like this, still felt waves of pleasure in her vagina. Gradually, the emptiness in her vagina grew stronger
, and she couldn't help but moan and gasp. Just as she was beginning to feel pleasure, she suddenly
felt a sharp pain in her anus. Hei Batian had inserted his fingers into Murong Ling's anus, rubbing them incessantly.
Hei Batian rummaged for the semen in Murong Ling's vagina and then pushed his fingers into her anus, lewdly saying
, "..." "You vixen, your cunt's only been deflowered and it's already filled with so much semen! You're going to be so happy today, you little slut!
Later I'll deflower your little hole in the back, so you can taste the feeling of my giant cannon blasting your asshole!
Hahaha!" With that, he pressed the head of his massive penis against the entrance of Murong Ling's cunt, and with a thrust of his hips, slowly
pushed his dark penis into her vagina, almost completely submerged.
"Ah!" "
~
...

Murong Ling's face was flushed, her teeth clenched, as she tried her best to resist the tidal wave of pleasure surging from her lower body.
She was afraid that the exhaustion after another orgasm would cause her inner energy to dissipate, and if she couldn't escape, she
might be tortured.
"Huff...huff...damn it...you slut...your cunt...it's been fucked by the brothers so many times and it's still so
tight...it makes my cannon...feel so good...ah...damn it..." Hei Batian's dark, massive penis
thrust fiercely and relentlessly into Murong Ling's honey hole, his face showing a look of pure pleasure, his mouth agape as he inhaled deeply, seemingly experiencing
intense pleasure from his penis as well.
"Ah...um...my cunt is so hot...so good...chieftain, your cannon is truly a divine object...Ling'er
...Ling'er is going to be raped to death by the chieftain...ah..." Murong Ling's face was flushed, and her fair, naked body
was also flushed like blooming peach blossoms, a sign that she was about to climax again, yet she was still struggling
to hold on.
"Hmph...you vixen...after I ejaculate, I'll teach you a lesson, you slut...
I'll first hook your nipples and hang you up...then slowly fuck your asshole...hehe...
" Hei Batian watched as Murong Ling's pair of snow-white breasts trembled wildly as he manipulated them, and his sadistic desires were aroused.
He pinched her rosy nipples hard with his fingers and pulled them forcefully, causing Murong Ling to cry out in pain.
"Ah!...Chief, be gentle...Ling'er's nipples hurt so much...please have mercy, Chief...ah!"
...The pain diluted the pleasure emanating from her lower body, calming Murong Ling, who was on the verge of climax, considerably. Although her nipples
ached terribly, her internal energy had gradually recovered to about 60%.
Hei Batian, oblivious to the changes in the mind of the female prisoner he had so cruelly abused, continued his
relentless thrusting. After several hundred more thrusts, Hei Batian increased the speed, forcefully pulling at Murong
Ling's two rosy nipples. Murong Ling felt as if her nipples were being ripped off, yet intense
pleasure continued to surge from her lower body. If it weren't for the pain in her chest, she would likely have already climaxed again. Finally,
after dozens of frenzied thrusts, Hei Batian roared, his dark, massive penis forcefully pressing against the cervix of her vagina, ejaculating ...i=62> Semen was released, and the intense pleasure of ejaculation caused him to simultaneously pinch and pull hard on her nipples.

" 　　Ah 　　!!
~~
...　　　　　　 Seeing their chieftain sent flying, the surrounding bandits were 　　dumbfounded. One quick-witted bandit immediately knelt down with a thud: "Fairy, spare us!..." He kowtowed repeatedly 　　. 　　 The others beside him also immediately knelt down with a thud: "Fairy, spare us! Spare us..." 　　 "Fairy, your magic is powerful, unmatched by anyone. We were blind and offended you, please spare us... 　　" 　　 "Fairy, you are merciful and compassionate. It's all because of that damned Black Tyrant that we were forced to do all these evil things... Fairy, please have mercy 　　and spare our lives..." 　　 "Fairy, please spare us... Waaah..." These bandits, who had just been lewd and smug, were now kneeling on the ground, 　　kowtowing vigorously 　　 to Murong Ling . Murong Ling felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. Her body, still recovering from the recent torture and abuse 　　, was far from ready to kill these bandit henchmen. She coldly said, "All of you 　　, shut up! Go and get my clothes and short sword, understand?" 　　 "Yes, yes! We obey! Please wait a moment, Fairy, we'll go right away!" One of the bandits nimbly darted 　　out of the dungeon door and ran off like the wind. The others, still kneeling on the ground, dared not rise, only 　　glancing sideways at the fleeing bandit, their faces filled with resentment and jealousy. 　　 Murong Ling walked to the unconscious Hei Batian, her eyes filled with hatred. Her hand trembled slightly 　　as she raised it, ready to strike his dark, shiny forehead. Her heart was in turmoil; she raised her hand several times 　　, then lowered it again. Finally, she struck out, shattering a nearby table with a loud crash. The few remaining 　　kneeling guards were terrified, prostrating themselves on the ground and trembling slightly. They thought their chieftain was surely beaten to a pulp 　　, and they themselves were doomed. After a long while, they looked up and saw that Hei Batian was 　　still lying there unconscious, while Murong Ling was covering her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. 　　 Soon, the guards who had gone out earlier had taken Murong Ling's purple robes and short sword, which had been stripped from her in the main hall, to 　　the dungeon. The other guards even brought two buckets of hot water for Murong Ling to wash herself. At this moment, these guards 　　treated Murong Ling as if she were a deity, daring not to show the slightest disrespect. After Murong Ling had washed herself clean 　　and dressed, the guards immediately knelt on the ground again, not daring to breathe. After a long while, when there was no movement, they 　　dared to raise their heads slightly and look around. Apart from the chieftain, who was still happily unconscious, 　　Murong Ling was no longer in the dungeon. 　　 *********************************************************************** 　　 "…………Xiao Lang,…………Xiao Lang?…………" 　　 Xiao Yu slowly opened his eyes. The soft bed, the flickering candlelight, the faint 　　fragrance of a woman filled the air. A woman in red was calling to him with concern beside the bed. 　　 "…………Senior Sister!" Xiao Yu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, his entire body devoid of any true energy 　　, unable to even move slightly. He could only call out softly. 　　 "That's wonderful…Xiao Lang…Your ribs and meridians in your chest were broken by that wicked woman. I 　　kept channeling my true energy into you, but you wouldn't wake up…I was almost afraid you were already…" Tang Bing's 　　beautiful face, etched with weariness and worry, showed a look of joy, but a tear slid down her cheek. 　　 "I'm fine... Senior Sister..." Xiao Yu looked at Tang Bing's worried yet happy expression and 　　felt extremely grateful. Suddenly, she remembered something very important and tried to jump out of bed, but 　　she fell back onto the bed and couldn't move. "…Ling'er…where is she?…Senior Sister, what did you do to Ling'er? 　　…" 　　 Tang Bing seemed to sigh, and said softly, "Is Ling'er that important to you? What she can give you, 　　I can give you too; what she can't give you, I can also give you…Why can't you let her go?… 　　" 　　 Xiao Yu clutched his chest, and said with difficulty, "Senior Sister…Xiao Yu has promised Ling'er that even if we 　　cannot be husband and wife in this life, he will still protect her by her side for a lifetime. I understand Senior Sister's feelings for me…I 　　can only repay this kindness in the next life. I hope Senior Sister will forgive me!…" 　　 Tang Bing suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bright moon in the sky. After a long while, she said coldly, "Is this little 　　girl so good to you? If I told you that I had already killed her with a sword, after you recovered, 　　would you also kill me to avenge her?" 　　 Xiao Yu said painfully. " My life was saved twice by my senior sister, how could I possibly fight her? 　　If you really kill Ling'er, I only beg you to kill me with your sword for Xiao Lang's sake. Xiao Lang will be 　　eternally grateful to you!" 　　 Tang Bing turned around and gazed quietly at Xiao Yu. Their eyes met, and after a long while, Tang Bing 　　slowly said, "Don't worry! I didn't kill her... but I'm afraid she's in imminent danger... 　　unless that person arrives in time, otherwise..." She sighed softly and said to Xiao Yu, "Whether you live 　　or die, it depends on your and her luck! 　　 *******************************************************************************

Murong Ling left Black Wind Stronghold. The surrounding undulating peaks were hidden in the darkness, and she could only rely on the faint moonlight
to painstakingly find her way back to the small courtyard in the back mountains. Murong Ling wandered aimlessly for a while, completely lost in the darkness
, only vaguely hearing the sound of flowing water. She quickened her pace, emerging from the bushes to find herself at
a mountain stream.
She reached the stream, bent down, and scooped up a handful of water, which was cool and clear in her hands. She drank
the water, washed her face, and then looked around. A bright moon hung in the valley, the shadows of the trees were dim, but she didn't know
where she was, or where the path to the small courtyard in the back mountains was. Was Xiao Yu still waiting for her in the courtyard? Murong Ling was overwhelmed with mixed emotions
, feeling bitter and confused, and her nose tingled, almost bursting into tears.
Suddenly, several dark figures darted out of the woods, appearing before Murong Ling in an instant. A flash of white
light shot towards Murong Ling, but with a clang, she instantly drew her short sword.
A sharp metallic clang deflected the fatal blow, and her purple figure flashed to
the side. She called out in a delicate voice, "Who are you?"
The dark figures didn't answer. Their blades flashed again, and they lunged at Murong Ling. Murong Ling dodged once more
, her sword flashing, and she stabbed one of the black-clad men in the thigh. The man didn't react at all, turning
and slashing again, startling Murong Ling into retreating hastily. Though his thigh was pierced, the man moved slowly but remained
silent, dragging his injured leg as he swung his sword at Murong Ling again.
The way these strange men fought was like that of ghosts and zombies, filling Murong Ling with both fear and dread. However,
she could also tell that these people weren't monsters, but rather fearless assassins who charged forward despite their injuries.
Murong Ling felt somewhat reassured. Although the men in black were brave, their speed and martial arts were no match for Murong Ling.
In a few moments, Murong Ling's sword flashed, and the men in black were all stabbed in the throat and chest, finally falling to the ground and
into the stream.
Murong Ling calmed her wildly beating heart, but suddenly she heard a rustling sound. The woods
suddenly became filled with shadowy figures, and in a moment, countless black-clad figures wielding knives emerged, surrounding Murong Ling by the stream
.
"Hehehe~~~~~" A cold, ghostly laugh rang out, and a silver-haired woman in white palace attire
appeared from the woods. Murong Ling only saw a blur before her eyes, and the white-clad figure was already in front of her. Under the
cold moonlight, a mountain breeze blew, causing the silver hair of the woman in white palace attire to dance wildly, making her appear like a ghost, exuding an eerie
aura.
Murong Ling pointed her short sword at the silver-haired woman in palace attire and coldly said, "Demon sect witch, why
bother with such trickery? Why not have a good fight with me!"
Lan Ji looked at Murong Ling and said in an icy voice, "As expected of the eldest daughter of the Murong family, you actually
managed to defeat my five puppet assassins all by yourself. But I wonder how many more you can defeat?"
"Hmph, I'll take your life first, you witch!" Surrounded by enemies, Murong Ling had already made up her mind
. The silver-haired woman before her was clearly the leader of this group of puppets. To capture the leader, Murong Ling shouted and,
like a shooting star, thrust her short sword towards Lan Ji's throat.
Lan Ji snorted, her left hand
deflecting Murong Ling's short sword with a clang of metal. Lan Ji wore a pair of eerie, gleaming metal claws, their sharp blades parrying the attack. Murong Ling didn't stop, her
short sword flashing out in rapid succession, already unleashing over thirty thrusts in a short time.
Each strike aimed for vital points like the throat, eyes, and heart, forcing Lan Ji's claws to focus solely on parrying, leaving her no opening to retaliate.
The purple-clad figure and the white-clad figure clashed fiercely, exchanging over fifty more blows
. After a series of clashing weapons, several sharp hissing sounds rang out as they were separated. Lan Ji's right arm was struck by Murong Ling's sword;
blood seeped out, staining her white palace dress. Murong Ling let out a soft groan, clutching her left shoulder, where two deep
gashes were bleeding profusely. She was clearly badly injured.
Lan Ji spoke coldly, "Sister Murong, I'm afraid you don't know, do you? Your Murong Manor
was breached by my Marquis's army a few days ago, and Xiao Yu was severely injured by me. He's probably dead by now
. I advise you not to put up any more futile resistance. Why don't I do you a favor and you commit suicide by drawing your
sword? Wouldn't that be better than being torn apart by my puppet assassins?"
As Lan Ji spoke, her voice as cold as ice, the black-clad men around Murong Ling gradually surrounded her, the circle slowly
closing in. Hearing such despairing news, Murong Ling, though unsure of its veracity, felt immense sorrow and
for a moment almost contemplated suicide. But then she suddenly remembered that she was still the young master of the Murong family,
and Xiao Yu's fate was still unknown. How could she let herself take her own life based on this vixen's words? As
the group of men in black drew closer, Murong Ling let out a sharp cry, her purple figure leaping into the air. Her short sword flashed like lightning, instantly
felling the two closest men in black. The remaining men in black attacked with flashing blades, surrounding Murong Ling
.
Although these black-clad puppet assassins were inferior to Murong Ling in both martial arts and speed, their sheer numbers and apparent
lack of fear of pain and injury allowed them to charge forward with all their might. Murong Ling was, after all, a young girl. After killing several men in black
, she was already struggling and feeling somewhat exhausted.
(Am I going to die here?... In the end, I still won't be able to see you... Yu Lang
...)
In the night sky, a long howl rang out, and a figure in a green robe, resembling a strange bird, swept into the battle. With a swift movement, he
pulled Murong Ling into his arms, and at the same time, a flash of white light drew an arc, causing the surrounding puppet assassins to fall one after another.
"Brother Ye!"
Murong Ling was both surprised and delighted, looking at the man in the green robe who had her in his arms. The man in the green robe had a cold face,
his handsome eyebrows sharply defined, yet carrying a hint of unruly evil. He held a
long sword in the style of Japanese swords, and arrogantly looked at the silver-haired woman, Lan Ji, not far away, saying, "Lan Ji, this little girl is my woman
. If you want her dead, you'll have to ask me first. You bitch, get the hell out of my sight, lest I find you unbearable ."i=66> I'll kill you with one sword, do you understand?

A hint of surprise flashed across Lan Ji's face, but she quickly regained her composure and said coldly, "Ye Zhi Qiu, weren't you
at Murong Manor? Even if you came here, you'd still be doomed. What are you so arrogant about?"
Ye Zhi Qiu's lips curled up slightly, and he laughed mockingly, "Lan Ji, do you think you
can destroy the Murong family's power with your puppet assassins and the Marquis of Jinyi? Do you think everyone in the Holy Sect is a fool who can't see
your ambition? I don't want to kill you today. Get out of here, or this place will be your
death ground, you wretch!"
"Ye Zhi Qiu, don't push your luck. I'll kill you, you traitor to the Holy Sect, first!" For the first time, Lan Ji was so
angry that her already bloodless face turned even whiter. Her silver figure flashed towards Ye Zhi Qiu like lightning, and
with a flash of cold light, her claw blades were already slashing towards Ye Zhi Qiu's face. A smile played on Ye Zhi Qiu's lips as he
whispered to Murong Ling, "Little girl, hold on tight!" He held Murong Ling firmly with one arm, his long sword parrying Lan Ji's claws
. With a few clanging sounds, he engaged Lan Ji in battle, holding his own.
In the distance, firelight flickered, and the sounds of shouting and clamor gradually rose. "Young Miss! Young Miss!"
"These thieves are here! Young Miss and Young Master Ye are here too!"
"Damn it, charge! Slay these demonic cultists and avenge our brothers!"
"Kill!!"
In an instant, torches lit up the valley and forest, illuminating the woods. A large group of
men wielding weapons rushed to the stream and clashed with the black-clad puppet figures, the sounds of battle filling the air. Murong Ling
watched, both surprised and delighted; these reinforcements were all members of the Murong family.
A moment later, all the black-clad puppets collapsed. Ye Zhi Qiu brandished his long sword, and Lan Ji's silver figure flashed
out of the circle. She clutched a knife wound in her chest, blood trickling from her lips. Her fair face was contorted with rage
as she glared at Ye Zhi Qiu.
Ye Zhi Qiu said arrogantly, "Lan Ji, you've lost. I'll spare your life today. Go back and
tell Marquis Jinyi that I'll take his head sooner or later, and let him know that the Murong family is not to be trifled with!"
Lan Ji's face twisted with rage. She glared fiercely at Ye Zhi Qiu and Murong Ling, then finally fell silent
. Her silver figure flashed and disappeared into the night sky over the mountains.
Murong Ling had just experienced a life-or-death ordeal, as if in a dream. A moment later, she suddenly realized
that she was still hiding in Ye Zhi Qiu's arms under everyone's gaze. Her face flushed red, and she hurriedly broke free from Ye Zhi Qiu's
embrace. The leader of the group stepped forward and bowed to Murong Ling, saying, "Reporting to Miss, Young
Master Ye learned that the demonic sect intended to harm you, so three days ago he led his men on horseback, riding through the night.
Thank goodness, Miss is safe and sound, and we have finally arrived. But... but the men of the manor are all... all
..." The man's eyes reddened, and he could not speak.
Ye Zhi Qiu took over, slowly saying, "The elite troops of the Marquis of Jinyi, under the pretext of suppressing rebels,
breached Murong Manor two days ago. I tricked them with the fake letter I gave you, which allowed me to secretly bring my men here. According to reports,
only a small number of people escaped from the manor; most of them either died in battle or were killed. Now, we have all become
traitors who have rebelled against the court!"
"What?" Upon hearing this devastating news, Murong Ling almost lost her balance and fell to the ground. "
Why did the government send troops to exterminate our Murong family? What about the elders, uncles, and the others in the manor? What happened to them
?"
Ye Zhi Qiu supported the weak Murong Ling, saying, "The elders are highly skilled, so there's no need to worry.
But now it's your turn, Ling'er. You are the only young master of the Murong family. If you can't lead these
brothers through this crisis, how can you face your deceased friends and family?"
The leading man also led the group behind him to kneel down, clasping their hands in a fist salute, saying, "Young Master Ye is right.
We brothers swear to obey Miss to the death. Please lead us through this crisis!"
"We swear to obey Miss to the death!..."
Murong Ling composed herself slightly, then smiled apologetically at the man and Ye Zhi Qiu, saying, "..." " Brother Ye
, Master Gao, you're right. I was just too overwhelmed with grief and panic. Please, brothers, rise.
Let's discuss what we should do now."
The man surnamed Gao led his men to their feet, cupping his fists towards Murong Ling. "Miss," he said, "in my opinion, we
should immediately return to the manor, kill those treacherous members of the demonic sect, and avenge our brothers!"
Murong Ling turned to Ye Zhi Qiu and said, "Brother Ye, what are your thoughts? Could you please advise me?"
Ye Zhi Qiu smiled and said, "Now is not the time to return to the manor. We should find a secluded place
to rest and hide, focusing on studying the secret martial arts scroll. At the same time,
we should contact our lost brothers in the Murong family and the various branches in the Central Plains. We can wait until the time is right before seeking revenge."
Murong Ling nodded. " My sister thinks the same way, but... where can we find a suitable
secluded place? Besides, the fragments of the secret scroll that my sister and Xiao Yu had have already been taken by the Demonic Sect...
"
Ye Zhi Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Five more days' journey south from here will take you to my Ye Family Fortress.
The Cold Valley behind the Ye Family Fortress is where I used to practice and play. If you find it interesting, Ling'er, how about I take you there
?"
Murong Ling smiled happily upon hearing this, but then turned and sighed, "Of course, that would be great, but if Xiao Yu could
come with us, Ling'er would be even happier... I wonder what Xiao Yu is like now..."
Seeing Murong Ling's conflicted expression, Ye Zhi Qiu smiled and was about to speak when suddenly everyone stirred. Murong
Ling and Ye Zhi Qiu looked in the direction of the sound, and Murong Ling couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. A beautiful and mature woman in red was holding ...Seemingly severely injured, Xiao Yu slowly walked over and came before the crowd. The woman in red handed Xiao Yu over to the head of the hall, 　　then smiled gently at Murong Ling and said, "Sister Murong, although I'm reluctant, I'm entrusting Xiao Lang to you. 　　I hope you treat him well and don't betray his heart!" 　　 A familiar voice reached her ears, and Murong Ling exclaimed in surprise, angrily saying, "You...it's you! You're that demon... "

"Woman...!"
"Ling'er!" The heavily injured Xiao Yu, supported by the head of the hall, weakly cried out, "She...she's my senior
sister, she saved my life...Ling'er, don't be rude to her..."
"But...but she...she..." Murong Ling blushed, unable to speak, "Hmph!
" She could only huff at Tang Bing resentfully and turn her back.
Tang Bing smiled sweetly at Murong Ling, then turned to Ye Zhi Qiu and said with a smile, "I've entrusted my junior brother's life
to you, so you must heal his injuries properly. If he recovers with even a hair missing, I won't forgive
you."
Ye Zhi Qiu also smiled and said, "How dare I disobey your orders? But wouldn't it
be better if you came with us to Ye Family Fortress? We won't be lonely on the journey, what do you think?" Tang
Bing glanced at Murong Ling, who had turned away with a sullen face, and smiled, "That's fine, but
there's a jealous little sister here. If she gets jealous along the way, I'm afraid everyone will find it unbearable. I'd better
leave on my own."
Ye Zhi Qiu smiled, "Alright, then take good care of yourself."
Tang Bing went to the side, stroking Xiao Yu's face reluctantly, and said, "Xiao Lang, your sister is leaving now. Take good care of your
injuries. We, your junior brother and sister, will meet again. You... take good care of yourself."
Xiao Yu also smiled and said, "Senior sister, don't worry. You be careful too... take care of yourself..." Tang Bing
nodded with tears in her eyes, and in a moment, her red figure disappeared into the valley.
The darkness gradually dissipated, and dawn broke. The morning light shone on the earth, and a rising sun burst forth from the valley,
its rays illuminating the mountains and fields.
(End of Chapter Six) (End of Volume One 　　 ,
Black Wind Village Chapter)

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