【Azure Sea and Ink Edge - Volume One】【Part Two】

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Chapter Three: Rebuilding Righteousness
Accompanied by Ke Xuanzhi, Mo Tianhen walked out of the ironwood gate of Qingwei Temple. As soon as they peeked out, a clear, melodious voice, slightly playful, tinged with urgency, resentment, and surprise, suddenly rang out: "Finally, I've waited for you!"
Mo Tianhen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a stunningly beautiful young woman with bangs and double buns standing gracefully before him.
The girl's round face was fair and delicate, her cheeks slightly parted like peach blossoms. Her eyebrows and eyes were like those of a beautiful woman in a painting. Her clear, black pearl-like eyes were bright and sparkling, yet held a touch of mischievous innocence.
Her nose was straight and delicate, with a small, jade-like tip. Below it were two plump, pink lips, slightly upturned at the corners. Her starry eyes smiled like crescent moons, revealing an adorable smile that could melt anyone's heart and melt their soul.
The girl was short, wearing a short-sleeved emerald green and white silk jacket that revealed a section of her fair, delicate forearms, as smooth as newly sprouted lotus roots. She wore a green gauze skirt with scattered flowers, over which was a flowing, snow-like gauze skirt. A pale yellow silk sash with silver trim tied around her waist accentuated her slender figure. Her emerald green attire resembled a willow on a riverbank, a striking contrast to the welcoming pine tree behind her.
Mo Tianhen stared blankly as the girl skipped towards him, momentarily unable to recall when he had met such a charming and adorable girl.
Seeing Mo Tianhen staring at her blankly, the round-faced girl gave him a sweet, heartwarming smile and said in a clear voice, "Brother Tianhen, are you alright?"
Mo Tianhen's mind was still in a daze, and he asked blankly, "You are...?"
The round-faced girl stamped her foot slightly, pouting, "Hmph, it's only been two years, and you've already forgotten me completely?" Then she rolled her eyes at him and turned away.
Looking at the girl's charmingly feigned anger, Mo Tianhen suddenly remembered her identity.
The Confucian Righteousness Altar was located in Qingluo City, a major town in the northwest of the Central Plains. Its disciples practiced Confucianism and martial arts, while Confucian scholars without any ambition for martial arts studied at the subordinate Longyan Academy, learning the Six Arts.
Although he was a disciple of the deputy altar master, his aptitude was too poor. He was only nominally a disciple because of the Mo family's reputation, and had only learned some basic mental techniques, which he had not yet mastered.
Seeing that he had no aptitude and was too lazy, his master did not allow him to attend classes in the inner court, so Mo Tianhen spent most of his time at Longyan Academy.
When studying at the academy, besides listening to lectures and studying every day, he would tinker with mechanical toys.
In the eyes of his teachers and fellow disciples, he was an unlearned, idle, and frivolous "good-for-nothing," but there was only one person who seemed to be naturally close to him and never looked down on his poor martial arts skills or his fuss over toys.
“Others may scoff, but I know that Brother Tianhen is exceptionally intelligent. These ingenious gadgets will benefit the world sooner or later!” A round little face with a sweet, childlike smile gave him the only ray of light in this unfamiliar land where he had no
relatives or friends. “Mengying…” Finding the answer in his memories, Mo Tianhen murmured the girl’s name. However, only two years had passed. The once round girl, apart from still having a cute round face, had grown taller and more graceful. Although she was still a little chubby, her overall temperament had changed so much, especially the cleverness in her eyes. He didn’t even recognize her at first glance.
Hearing Mo Tianhen call her name, the girl in green, named Meng Ying, finally turned her "puffed-up" face and said with a hint of reproach, "Finally remembered me? All that effort I made to come all this way to see you was for nothing."
Mo Tianhen was surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"
The girl in green widened her eyes, her eyebrows slightly raised, and said angrily, "You still say that? You've been gone for two years without a word! I asked all my fellow disciples, but couldn't find any news of you, so I came looking for you myself..."
Halfway through her sentence, a glimmer of light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and with a pout, she boldly hugged Mo Tianhen, sobbing softly, "Brother Tianhen, I missed you so much... When I got here, I heard something happened to the Mo family, and I was so scared I dropped my steamed bun..."
Hearing the implication in her words, Mo Tianhen couldn't help but smile. It seemed she hadn't changed her habit of eating while walking and asking for directions.
"I prayed that the Mo family wasn't yours. Then I heard you were the only one left alive... ah, no, no."
The girl realized something was off about what she was saying and quickly corrected herself, "I heard you were the only one left... ah, no, that's not right either, I can't say that..."
The girl pulled away from Mo Tianhen's embrace, tilted her head back, and thought carefully for a while. She realized that no matter how she explained it, it sounded tragic, so she simply gave up thinking and continued, "Never mind, it was after hearing that news that I picked up the steamed bun. After I got to your house, I heard that your uncle had already been buried, so I rushed to the cemetery to look for you, but I still couldn't find you there. Then I found out that you had returned here, so I came looking for you. By the time I got here, it was already dark, but the little Taoist priest guarding the gate was so fierce and wouldn't let me in, so I had to stay here..." "I'm waiting for you at the door!"
The girl chattered on and on, but Mo Tianhen was particularly struck by the phrase "You're all alone now," his heart clenching painfully. His face filled with sorrow, and he slumped down, saying, "Yes, I'm all alone now... Father, Mother, Mo Yu, Uncle Qin, they're all gone, the Mo family is gone..."
Seeing Mo Tianhen's distressed expression, the girl quickly hugged him, wanting to comfort him by patting his back. But when she reached out, she touched Mo Wuchunqiu instead, finding no place to go. So she touched his head, stroking it as she comforted him, "Brother Tianhen, don't be sad... You... you're not alone, you still have me, right? Mengying will be with you!"
Feeling the soft, tender body in his arms and listening to Mengying's soothing words, Mo Tianhen's throbbing pain gradually subsided. He was not truly alone; he still had this last ray of warm sunshine by his side!
“Mengying…” Mo Tianhen was filled with gratitude. The girl in his arms had traveled a hundred miles just to see him, knowing his hardships, and offering such thoughtful comfort.
He stroked her delicate head as before, but unexpectedly, the touch was icy cold, and his hand was covered in dewdrops.
Mo Tianhen then noticed that Mengying's smooth, dark hair was covered in morning dew. He quickly and tenderly wiped it clean with his sleeve, asking, “Mengying, how long have you been waiting for me?”
Mengying raised her small face from afar, gave Mo Tianhen a charming smile, and said, “Brother Tianhen, you’re so silly! I told you I came after dark and have been waiting for you at the door!”
She had actually waited all night on this misty, damp mountain! Mo Tianhen felt a warmth in his heart, but his nose tingled with emotion. He tenderly rubbed Mengying's head and said, "Come with me to change your clothes. Oh, right, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Brother Tianhen will treat you to something delicious."
Mengying rubbed her head against Mo Tianhen's palm, seemingly enjoying the intimate gesture. When she heard that Mo Tianhen was going to treat her to "something delicious," her starry eyes instantly lit up, and she quickly said, "Okay, okay, no need to change clothes, let's go eat something delicious!"
Seeing the girl's eagerness, Mo Tianhen was both amused and annoyed. He pulled her towards the temple, saying as they walked, "No, look at you, your clothes are all wet with dew. Go change into something dry before you eat!"
Halfway there, he seemed to remember something, turned back to the dumbfounded Ke Xuanzhi and the Qingwei Daoists standing to the side, bowed, and said, "Uncle Ke, I'm sorry, we'll be setting off a little later today. I need to take care of my sister first."
After saying that, he turned back and pulled the girl away.
"Achoo..." A sneezing sound like a kitten came from the room where Mo Tianhen was temporarily staying at Qingwei Temple. At this moment, Meng Ying was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up, wrapped in a thin blanket, and drinking a bowl of hot porridge with relish.
Seeing the girl's sweet expression as she drank the porridge, Mo Tianhen felt a pang of guilt. Qingwei Temple was a place of quiet cultivation for Taoists, offering nothing "delicious" except steamed buns, porridge, and a few dishes of vegetables, all with little oil and salt, making them tasteless. Yet the girl devoured it all as if it were a delicacy. Heaven knows how much she had suffered on her journey.
The girl gulped down the porridge, put down the bowl, and with a lingering desire, licked two grains of rice from the corner of her lips with her delicate tongue. She patted her slightly protruding belly and said contentedly, "Finally, I've had a full meal. I've been starving these past few days."
Seeing that the girl had finally finished her only full meal in days, Mo Tianhen asked, "Mengying, why did you come to Luosong City?"
Mengying turned to look at Mo Tianhen and said with a sweet smile, "I missed you, so I came to find you."
Mo Tianhen felt a warmth in his heart, but then said with a hint of reproach, "Nonsense! The Righteous Qi Altar is hundreds of miles away. You, a girl..." "How dare you come alone?"
Seeing Mo Tianhen's angry expression as he questioned her, Meng Ying felt wronged. She pouted and said, "I know you're in a bad mood right now, but you've been gone for two years without a single letter. I traveled a long way to see you, encountering bandits and extortion from shady inns along the way. I didn't even have enough money, and I went hungry all the way to find you. You don't ask me how I've been these past two years, how many troubles I've encountered, or whether I've eaten enough. Instead, you say I'm being ridiculous?!"
Looking at the girl... With a beautiful face on the verge of tears, Mo Tianhen was speechless for a moment, stammering, "No... Mengying, I'm very grateful that you came all this way to see me. I... I was just worried that you might have encountered an accident on the way..."
Seeing Mo Tianhen's helpless appearance, the girl's beautiful round face blossomed into a sweet smile, sweeping away her previous "grievances," and she proudly said, "Hehe, there were two accidents, but I dealt with them both. This girl isn't someone anyone can bully!"
It's said that women are fickle creatures, and this quirky girl is even more so. Unable to fathom her intentions, but seeing that the girl wasn't angry with him, Mo Tianhen felt relieved and said, "Mengying, Father's funeral arrangements are all taken care of. I plan to return to the Righteous Qi Altar, and I was originally planning to set off today. Why don't you come back with me?"
Mengying frowned slightly and said, "I just arrived, and you're already going back? It seems I'm destined to be on the run..."
It sounded like a complaint, but it was actually an agreement to travel with Mo Tianhen. Mo Tianhen had thought she would want to stay a couple more days, but hearing her reply, he was naturally relieved and went to inform Ke Xuanzhi that they were preparing to depart.
The sun hung high in the sky, and the blazing sun finally dispelled the heavy mountain mist. The ancient and simple Qingwei Temple emerged from the mist, carrying a thin layer of moisture, and shimmered under the sunlight. The green pines and cypresses on the mountain were tinged with gold, their vigorousness revealing a touch of nobility, like virtuous gentlemen welcoming and seeing off passing travelers.
Before Mo Tianhen stepped into the mountain gate, he and Meng Ying followed side by side behind Ke Xuanzhi. Behind them were sixteen Qingwei disciples carefully selected by Ke Xuanzhi, all elites proficient in the Daoist "Eight Trigrams Zhou Tian Formation." In case of danger, they could form two sword formations to prevent the masked men from ambushing them halfway.
However, Ke Xuanzhi knew that in terms of martial prowess alone, he and his sixteen disciples were already insufficient to resist the masked men, let alone the fact that their opponents included spirit controllers. Ke Xuanzhi
had already prepared a backup plan for this trip. If the masked men dared to continue their arrogance and ambush Mo Tianhen halfway, he had a way to wipe them out in one fell swoop, restoring justice to the Mo family. This was also his way of showing some respect for his deceased close friend.
Even with a backup plan, Ke Xuanzhi remained cautious on this journey. The terrain was complex and varied, not entirely along main roads. Wherever they passed potential ambush sites, Ke Xuanzhi ordered his disciples to form a sword formation, surrounding Mo Tianhen and Meng Ying. They then proceeded in this formation. Thus, the journey from Luosong City to Qingluo City, a distance of over three hundred li, took them half a month.
Fortunately, Ke Xuanzhi's meticulousness and caution prevented them from encountering more than a few bandits who were easily dealt with by the sword formation; they had yet to see the masked group.
Meng Ying had been walking since she came to find Mo Tianhen, and the thought of returning the same way after arriving in Luosong City was something she verbally agreed to, but inwardly she was very unhappy. Although Mo Tianhen joked with her and discussed new ideas about mechanisms and creations, the slow pace and numerous constraints made the journey quite boring.
When these groups of thieves appeared, she was as excited as if she'd been injected with adrenaline, shouting "Exciting!" When the Taoist sword formation dealt a heavy blow to the bandits, the girl was so overjoyed she practically clung to Mo Tianhen. Mo Tianhen, who had known her since childhood, didn't find this intimacy unusual, but the young Taoist priests nearby were quite envious.
This delicate, rosy-cheeked, and adorable round-faced girl, whom they had diligently protected along the way, received no favor whatsoever. Meanwhile, the remaining "good-for-nothing" of the Mo family, relying on Ke Xuanzhi's protection, did nothing but "swagger around," his luck with women was truly remarkable.
Qingluo City, one of the important towns in the southwest of the Central Plains, was a vital passage from the Central Plains to the southwestern border. It could be used to reinforce the southwestern frontier or to defend the strategic Qingluo Pass.
Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of Confucianism established the "Righteousness Altar," one of the three altars of Confucianism, here. Using it as a central hub, they led their disciples to fiercely defeat the six powerful armies of the Western Regions within a hundred-mile radius, defending the Central Plains. The Righteousness Altar has been passed down through generations, standing strong for over a thousand years, its branches spreading far and wide, its disciples throughout the southwest.
Because of its long-standing support for the border regions, the Righteousness Altar adheres to the principle of "using martial arts to support Confucianism, and learning to fight," making it aptly described as a martial arts school.
It comprises dozens of schools and academies, teaching the classics and the Six Arts, transmitting Confucianism, instructing in military law, enlightening the people, and strengthening their bodies.
Every year, students with a passion for martial arts and a strong martial spirit are selected from these academies to train in martial arts and military affairs at the altar, continuously supplying elite troops to the southwest border, earning it the reputation of "Nineteen out of ten students in the southwest general's tent are classmates."
Due to the immense power of the military, the local court also had to follow the lead of the Righteous Qi Altar and dared not disobey. Therefore, the Righteous Qi Altar was the only one of its kind in Qingluo, and its power was unmatched.
The Central Plains Confucian School had its main altar in the east, and under its leader, many masters emerged. The leader of the Righteous Qi Altar, Yan Shiyuan, known as the "Laughing Wind," and the deputy leader, Yuwen Zheng, known as the "Martial Courage and Sword Soul," were both among the "Seven Gentlemen of the Confucian School," possessing extraordinary cultivation and being the backbone of the contemporary Confucian school.
The Righteous Qi Altar Inner Pavilion, under its jurisdiction, was located in the very center of Qingluo City, with numerous disciples and a pure academic atmosphere. Although it was called a "pavilion," it contained numerous buildings, forming a magnificent complex, complete with academies, martial arts training grounds, stables, and archery ranges, making it a city within a city, extremely spectacular.
That evening, as the sun set, Mo Tianhen and his group finally arrived at the main gate of the Righteous Qi Altar. Gazing at the Righteous Qi Altar archway inscribed by the first altar master, Mo Tianhen was filled with mixed emotions. This time, besides returning to hone his skills and avenge his parents, a figure deeply imprinted in his heart also appeared before his eyes—a beautiful and charming figure.
Seeing Mo Tianhen staring blankly at the archway, Ke Xuanzhi coughed lightly, interrupting his aimless thoughts, and said, "Tianhen, this is now the heart of the Righteous Qi Altar. You are safe now, so let's end our escort here."
Mo Tianhen quickly bowed and said solemnly, "Uncle Ke, you took great care of me in Luosong City and even helped me with my father's funeral. Now you have braved all the hardships to bring Mengying and me here. I am deeply grateful for your kindness. If I have the chance in the future, I will repay you with my life!" As he spoke
, thinking of Ke Xuanzhi's protection and care over the past few days, and knowing that they were about to part, Mo Tianhen felt a pang of sadness, and tears welled up in his eyes but did not fall.
Seeing his genuine emotions, Ke Xuanzhi was deeply moved. He patted Mo Tianhen's shoulder and laughed, "I don't want you to be torn to pieces. Brother Mo probably hopes you'll live well. Tianhen, remember, revenge is necessary, but don't force yourself, and don't be impatient. Your talent isn't high, and your foundation isn't solid. Don't make mistakes while practicing, or you'll only achieve half the results with twice the effort. Uncle Ke looks forward to the day you personally kill your enemies, but until then, you must live well!"
Mo Tianhen bowed and said, "I will remember Uncle Ke's instructions."
Ke Xuanzhi nodded, then turned to Mengying and said, "Miss Mengying, although Tianhen is more composed and calm than his peers, he is still alone in a foreign land, which is inconvenient. Since you two are so familiar with each other, I would like to ask if you two can take care of each other."
Mengying smiled and said, "Don't worry, Daoist Ke, I will look after Brother Tianhen."
Ke Xuanzhi nodded and said, "That's good, thank you for your trouble."
Then he turned around and led sixteen disciples on their return journey.
Mo Tianhen watched Ke Xuanzhi and his group of seventeen disappear into the crowd, then looked up at the gate of the Righteous Qi Altar, took a deep breath, and slowly started walking. Mengying followed closely behind him, walking together into the interior.
As the two passed the archway, a figure approached from afar, calling out excitedly, "Junior Sister Xue, you're back!"
A young scholar, dressed in a blue scholar's robe, strode over, sword in hand, bypassing the stunned Mo Tianhen, and stood before Meng Ying, smiling, "Junior Sister Xue, you're finally back! I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Ah, Senior Brother Yuwen... what a coincidence..." Meng Ying forced a smile, but couldn't hide her embarrassment: "Just got back and already running into this pest, what bad luck..."
Seeing the undisguised fervor in the scholar's eyes, Meng Ying's pretty face flushed slightly. She avoided his burning gaze, secretly plotting how to make up an excuse to send him away.
At this moment, Mo Tianhen recognized this arrogant scholar as none other than his master Yuwen Zheng's second son: Yuwen Po.
This young man is quite talented, ranking among the top three in cultivation among the younger generation studying at the Righteous Qi Altar. He's arrogant and domineering, and with his father, the vice-altar master, backing him up, he never considers the consequences of his actions, acting as he pleases. The teachers and students below, out of respect for his father, dare not argue with him too much, which only makes him more arrogant and disdainful of others.
Mo Tianhen has always kept his distance from this young man, but how could Yuwen Po know Meng Ying, who has always been at the Longyan Academy, and even seem so interested in her?
Despite his puzzlement, upon seeing his fellow disciple, Mo Tianhen still bowed to Yuwen Po and called out, "Senior Brother Yuwen."
Yuwen Po, however, seemed not to hear him, his gaze fixed on Meng Ying's pretty face, and continued, "Today I'm hosting a banquet at the Martial Melody Pavilion, and I invite Junior Sister Xue to grace us with her presence so we can reminisce about our time as fellow disciples."
Junior Sister? Fellow disciples? There are countless Confucian schools in the world, and not all of them address each other as fellow disciples. Confucianism has branched out into hundreds of different sects, with almost no interaction between them. Only the sect leader has the authority to command these sects, and these sects only need to obey the sect leader's orders.
Mo Tianhen realized something was amiss. He figured that Mengying had become a disciple of Yuwen Zheng, which was how she came into contact with Yuwen Po. Yuwen Po, young and vigorous, was attracted to Mengying's gentle and cute nature and began to pursue her ardently. Thinking of
this, Mo Tianhen felt a mix of emotions. He and Mengying had always addressed each other as brother and sister, and he had never had any improper thoughts. Seeing someone pursuing his sister should have made him happy, but for some reason, he felt a pang of jealousy.
"It must be because Senior Brother Yuwen is a bad person with a terrible reputation. I don't think he's a good match for Mengying, that's why I feel this way!" Mo Tianhen comforted himself, looking at Mengying's awkward expression, unsure how to help her out of the predicament.
Finally, Meng Ying's bright eyes darted around, a flash of inspiration striking her, and she came up with a "brilliant" way to escape.
She playfully jumped to the side, landing beside Mo Tianhen and hooking her arm around his. Her two newly developed breasts bounced up and down excitedly for a moment before she pressed herself against Mo Tianhen's arm. Then, looking at Yuwen Po playfully, she said, "Brother Tianhen is back today, and I promised Master Ke I'd look after him!"
Only then did Yuwen Po notice Mo Tianhen, who had been completely unnoticed by him. He felt the man looked familiar, but couldn't quite place his name. He stared at Mo Tianhen's slightly embarrassed face for a while, repeatedly muttering, "Tianhen... Tianhen..."
Then, with a cry of "Ah!" he realized what was happening, his eyes... His initial confusion turned to disdain. He raised his head arrogantly, glaring at Mo Tianhen, and coldly asked with a hint of probing, "Are you that good-for-nothing Mo Tianhen?"
Mo Tianhen, thinking Yuwen Po had remembered his name, was about to answer "yes" when he suddenly heard this. His anger flared, but he couldn't lash out immediately, so he said, "Senior brother has a good memory. Although we're from the same sect, we don't see each other often. It's kind of you to remember me. I wonder how Master is doing?"
He spoke at length, deliberately ignoring Yuwen Po's arrogance, emphasizing their shared master, and mentioning his own master's father, trying to remind Yuwen Po not to go too far.
Yuwen Po, however, didn't understand Mo Tianhen's hidden meaning, and seemed not to have heard him at all. He coldly stared at Mo Tianhen and said, "Take your filthy hands off Junior Sister Xue! What are you, daring to let Junior Sister Xue 'take care' of you?"
"Take them off? It's clearly Mengying who's holding my arm!" Mo Tianhen was speechless with anger.
Just as he was about to respond, Yuwen Po said angrily in a deep voice, "Get out of here if you know
what's good for you! I don't want to fight in front of Junior Sister Xue!" This time, Mo Tianhen was truly enraged. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was being threatened like this in front of Meng Ying. Even though he was more composed and calm than his peers, he couldn't tolerate it. Instinctively, he reached for his sword. Meng Ying, hearing his insult to Mo Tianhen, pouted, ready to retaliate.
Yuwen Po was also furious. He had taken a liking to Meng Ying ever since she became his disciple, and had always tried to win her over, but had never received a response. This greatly displeased him, who had always wanted to be pampered.
Some time ago, Meng Ying disappeared without a trace; he only knew that she had gone to Luosong City alone. Now that she had returned, she was so intimate with a boy of unknown origin. How could he not be furious?
When he realized that the boy being escorted by Meng Ying was none other than Mo Tianhen, the "good-for-nothing" ridiculed by everyone in the Righteous Qi Sect, his arrogant pride surged instantly. He wanted to attack, but he couldn't be too domineering in front of Meng Ying, otherwise, if she told his father that he had "unjustifiably" bullied his junior brother, he would surely be punished.
So Yuwen Po told Mo Tianhen to get out of the way, but unexpectedly, his actions were still too domineering, which angered Mo Tianhen, who even made a move to draw his sword. How could he tolerate that? He immediately placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to fight.
Just as the two were about to draw their swords, a loud voice broke the deadlock: "Po'er, come here!"
The newcomer wore a light blue robe, with resolute eyebrows and a sharp glint in his eyes. His face was slightly dark from years of sun exposure, and he walked with the decisiveness of a soldier. He was none other than Yuwen Zheng, the vice leader of the Righteous Qi Sect, Yuwen Po's father, and Mo Tianhen's teacher, the "Martial Gallant Sword Soul"!
Although Yuwen Po was usually arrogant, he didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of his father. He glared at Mo Tianhen, walked up to Yuwen Zheng, and bowed, saying, "Father."
Yuwen Po nodded, gesturing for him to step aside, and then walked towards Mo Tianhen and Xue Mengying.
He first looked the two of them up and down, then slowly said, "Tianhen, Mengying has already sent me a message about your family's affairs. This time, you will come with me back to the Inner Pavilion to practice martial arts... However, with your talent, remember to act within your capabilities."
Upon hearing that he could enter the Inner Pavilion to learn martial arts, Mo Tianhen quickly bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
Yuwen Zheng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to thank him anymore, and turned to Yuwen Po, saying, "Po'er, take your junior brother Mo to the Inner Pavilion to settle in. He will probably stay for a long time after returning. You and I will take good care of him, and remember to have the magnanimity of a senior brother."
Yuwen Po was resentful but dared not say anything. He simply replied "Yes," and without even glancing at Mo Tianhen, went to lead the way. Mo Tianhen knew that Yuwen Po still held a grudge against him, but he had no choice but to obey his master's orders. He bid farewell to Meng Ying and turned to follow Yuwen Po when he heard a crisp voice behind him.
"Wait! Brother Tianhen, I'll go with you!" Meng Ying saw Mo Tianhen about to leave and hurriedly followed.
But Yuwen Zheng suddenly blocked her way and said sternly, "Leaving without saying goodbye and without permission, do you know what the punishment will be?"
Meng Ying subconsciously shrank her slender neck, stuck out her pink tongue, then straightened her body, raised her white jade-like forearm, and said playfully, "I know! The punishment is to copy the Righteous Qi Token three times!"
"Hmm?" A long second syllable.
"Oh no! Three hundred times!"
"Hmm, I'll give you three days. If you miss one, you'll have to copy it a hundred more times!"
Yuwen Zheng looked at his lovely female disciple, suppressing his smile and maintaining his serious image in front of his disciples, and said, "Go!"
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After saying goodbye to Mo Tianhen, Ke Xuanzhi and his group found an inn in Qingluo City to stay at as it was getting late. After settling his disciples, Ke Xuanzhi returned to his single room, left the door slightly ajar, and sat down to meditate quietly on the floor, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Not long after, a gentle breeze swept by, and a strong, vigorous figure, dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a whisk, appeared silently in Ke Xuanzhi's room. Upon seeing the person, Ke Xuanzhi got out of bed and knelt on one knee, saying, "Greetings, Master!"
The visitor was none other than Chang Rong, the Vice Abbot of Qingwei Temple, the personal disciple of Abbot Yu Chenzi, the mentor of the Qingwei Shuangxuan, and one of the "Four Brahma Heavens" of the Central Plains Taoist sect, known as "Supreme Heaven"!
Chang Rong helped Ke Xuanzhi up and said, "Xuanzhi, your guess was indeed correct. I followed you all the way to protect you. Although I didn't see any villains, I always felt someone was watching me. The person only stopped following us halfway through the journey. I was worried that they had discovered my whereabouts and were using a feigned retreat to lull me into a false sense of security, but until today, that person hasn't appeared again."
"Did Master see that person?" Ke Xuanzhi asked.
Chang Rong sighed and said, "That person's cultivation is not far from mine. Although I know of their existence from afar, they deliberately avoid me, so I can't find them. If we were to truly fight, the outcome would probably be only fifty-fifty."
Ke Xuanzhi was truly horrified to hear that even his master couldn't reliably defeat the newcomer. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Master, could it be that other righteous cultivators are trying to secretly escort Tianhen?"
Chang Rong replied, "Among the righteous cultivators in the Central Plains, there are probably no more than thirty with this level of cultivation. This person's forbearance is truly remarkable." "If he is a good person, it is a blessing for our Central Plains; if he is to do evil, such a nature is truly terrifying."
After saying this, seeing that Ke Xuanzhi remained silent, Chang Rong continued, "On the day I left seclusion, your grandmaster sent me a letter informing me that he would be returning to Qingwei soon. I should be presiding over the temple at this time, but considering your chivalry and loyalty, I agreed to help you with this journey. Now that the person has been delivered, I will set off back to the temple immediately. You and these disciples should not delay on the road."
Ke Xuanzhi replied, "Disciple understands."
Chang Rong nodded slightly and turned to leave.
After seeing his master off, Ke Xuanzhi returned to his room and sat down to meditate on his bed, but his heart was not at peace. He knew Mo Zongtian's character all too well. Although his martial arts skills were not particularly high, he was chivalrous, passionate, and full of righteousness. He usually only studied Mohist philosophy and swordsmanship, and he had never heard of him making enemies. Who could possibly have such a great grudge against the Mohist family, and whose martial arts skills were so high?
Master said that there were no more than thirty people in the Central Plains with such cultivation. He counted almost thirty people just from the three sects. Could the perpetrators be from the three sects? Or are they newly emerging talents or reclusive rogue cultivators?
Judging from the evil and fierce palms of those masked men, could they be the demons in the eyes of the North Sea Dragon?
These people have unknown origins and have been hiding in the shadows, constantly watching Mo Tianhen. They are a great threat to Mo Tianhen. Thinking of Mo Tianhen's ridiculously low martial arts aptitude, Ke Xuanzhi sighed inwardly, hoping that Mo Tianhen could have protection in the Righteous Qi Altar and live out the rest of his life in peace.
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As the sun set, in a remote hut in Luosong City, another obscene lewd play came to an end. Some of the six evil men in the room had just put on their clothes, while others were still reluctantly playing with Lu Xuanyin's soft and voluptuous body.
Only when the dragonfly in the outer room urged her again did she reluctantly stand up, dress, and walk outside, leaving the beautiful woman lying alone, her expression blank and her body limp, amidst the white fluid on the floor.
Inside the outer room, seven men knelt respectfully before the door, seemingly welcoming the arrival of a great figure.
Sure enough, a gust of wind swept by, and the seven men felt a familiar and powerful pressure approaching, shouting in unison, "Welcome, Young Master!"
Amidst the greetings, the masked young master entered leisurely. He was no longer masked; his handsome face, rare in the world, coupled with a sinister and cunning air, and captivating eyes, exuded an irresistible, sinister charm.
The young master stopped before the small house, surveyed his subordinates, and a signature wicked smile played on his lips as he asked, "How have you been these past few days?"
The subordinates hurriedly thanked him in unison.
The young master nodded in satisfaction, walked into the room, and with a flourish of his robes, sat down gracefully, saying, "Everyone, come here."
His subordinates lined up, awaiting his instructions.
The young master glanced at the seven men again and said, "Many of you were injured, so I personally gathered intelligence for the past two weeks, leaving you here to recuperate. You should be fully recovered by now."
Before they could reply, he asked, "What are your thoughts on the Mo family's operation this time?"
Manqi was the first to answer, "Running into Huang Tianpo was truly unlucky."
Maoliang added, "It's a pity that Mo Tianhen was left behind as a threat."
Hearing their words, the young master smiled and said, "That's not the point."
“Indeed.” Jing Sha, who had accompanied the young master to the Mo family, agreed. “We’ve been planning for years, all for the Mo family’s Ink Heart Stone. This battle failed to uncover its whereabouts, and the young master even risked his life. Actually…”
Jing Sha hesitated for a moment, then honestly said the following: “Actually… it was a failure!”
The other subordinates were all shocked and looked at the young master. The young master remained calm and smiled as he sat in his seat, saying, “Indeed, we lost. So, what did we gain?”
Man Qi Liang, Jing Sha Qiong Yan, and Ming Yu Ming Po exchanged bewildered glances. They all knew that the battle had actually failed, but they couldn’t imagine what they had gained.
Meanwhile, Qingmei casually remarked, "In my opinion, the Ink Heart Stone must be related to that sword!"
The other six remained puzzled, but the young master nodded with satisfaction, saying, "That's right, just as I thought. The Mo family has guarded the Ink Heart Stone for generations, yet they completely omitted it during the inheritance process; there must be something fishy about that."
Manqi and Mingpo, being simple-minded, immediately chimed in after hearing the young master's analysis, "Young master, let me go and seize that sword!"
The young master chuckled and said, "Alright, that kid has already arrived at the Righteous Qi Altar under Ke Xuanzhi's escort. Go and seize it."
Upon hearing that Mo Tianhen had already arrived at the Righteous Qi Altar, Manqi and Mingpo immediately wilted and dared not utter another word.
Seeing their awkward expressions, the young master laughed, "Ambush them halfway is the best option, but the opportunity has passed. We've already acted once in Luosong City, and Ke Xuanzhi is extremely vigilant this time. If we act now, the success rate won't be high. Besides, that Taoist priest Ke Xuanzhi is exceptionally cautious and has a backup plan. I can sense that there are still experts secretly protecting that group not far away. Their skill is so high that even I would have difficulty defeating them. It's hard to say whether they've hired experts specifically to target me. Once I make a move, escape will be impossible. Furthermore, such a blatant and open attack on the Mo family..." "If this gets to the wrong people, it will cause us enormous trouble."
Qingmei seemed to understand something and tentatively asked, "Young Master, do you mean...?"
The young master waved his hand dismissively and said calmly, "Wait! We've been targeting the Mo family for so many years, and the effects of the Moon-Closing Eternal Calamity Grass have fully manifested. The Mo family can no longer produce any more unparalleled masters, and Mo Tianhen has absolutely no chance of growing strong enough to contend with us. Unless he never leaves the Righteous Qi Altar, we'll always have a chance to capture him when he's alone and force him to reveal the whereabouts of the Mo Heart Stone!"
“But Young Master…” Qingmei stammered, “We don’t have much of the Qi-Suppressing Powder we brought. If we wait any longer, I’m afraid…”
The Young Master smiled and said, “It’s alright. You all have had a hard journey. Let’s go back to the manor to recuperate for a while before we make our move. However, our intelligence network cannot be interrupted during this time. This matter will still be handled by Ma Liang. As for Madam Mo…”
The Young Master’s wicked smile rose again, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He asked lazily, “Have you had enough fun?”
The subordinates looked at each other, their eyes filled with indecisiveness. Clearly, Lu Xuanyin was beautiful, graceful, and had an ethereal air. She was also a disciple of the Daoist sect, the daughter of a famous family, and the wife of the chivalrous man they had plotted against and killed. All these qualities combined made her irresistible and endlessly fascinating to them. However, the Young Master’s murderous intent was now evident, and the group was afraid that he would not allow them to take Lu Xuanyin back to their lair. Therefore, they were extremely conflicted.
Seeing the indecisive look on everyone's faces, the young master smiled and said, "Gentlemen, there's no need to hesitate. Such a beauty is of above-average looks and talent; it would be a pity to let her go. The key is that she is a powerful bargaining chip for us to obtain the Ink Heart Stone. I will definitely bring her back. If you are still not satisfied, you can return to the manor and continue your fun."
All the subordinates breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to thank the young master.
The young master nodded and said to his subordinates, "Mingyu, Mingpo, and Manqi, take Madam Mo back to the manor to recuperate. When you return, give me all the remaining Zhenqi Powder except for the enough for the journey back. Maoliang can recuperate here for another two or three days before taking over the intelligence work. Have Mingyu send someone to deliver your Zhenqi Powder. Jingsha, Qiongyan, and Qingmei, take all the Zhenqi Powder and come with me to the Zhengqi Altar!"
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After leaving Luosong City, Huang Tianpo, weary from days of travel, arrived at a quiet and secluded mansion.
His white robes were slightly dusty, and his face showed signs of fatigue, but his eyes were still bright and clear.
He knocked on the mansion's gate, and an old man dressed as a servant came out. Upon seeing him, he quickly opened the door and welcomed him inside.
Within the mansion, verdant greenery abounded, with white walls, gray tiles, and charming pines and cypresses, creating a scene of serene tranquility.
Huang Tianpo followed the old man to the backyard.
This wasn't his first time here; he was familiar with every flower, tree, brick, and tile, yet he still followed the old man respectfully until they reached the backyard.
The old man bowed and gestured for Huang Tianpo to enter through the back gate before leaving.
Huang Tianpo straightened his sleeves and collar, removed the white cloth bundle from his back, and entered the main hall of the backyard.
The main hall wasn't large, but it was filled with bookshelves overflowing with books and scrolls—classics from the three major schools of thought.
A plaque hung horizontally above the central beam of the hall, inscribed with the four characters "中庸省己" (meaning "The Doctrine of the Mean and Self-Reflection") in square, upright script, exuding righteousness.
Below the plaque, a middle-aged scholar in a blue robe stood with his back to the gate, hands clasped behind his back, seemingly awaiting Huang Tianpo's arrival.
This man exuded an aura of righteousness. Though he stood there ordinary, he commanded the attention of ordinary people, who would unconsciously look up to his towering figure as if gazing at a high mountain.
As Huang Tianpo stepped into the main hall, the middle-aged scholar turned, revealing a humble yet weathered face. He sported a short stubble, his eyes calm and gentle, yet possessing a wisdom gained from years of experience, as if he understood everything. His
demeanor was refined and detached, profound and steadfast, yet also composed, capable, and reliable—the very air of a Grandmaster!
Upon seeing this man turn around, Huang Tianpo rolled up his sleeves and knelt down: "Disciple greets Master!"
This man was none other than Meng Jiuqing, one of the "Three Saints" of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, a pillar of Confucianism in the present day, Huang Tianpo's mentor, the supreme leader of Confucianism, and the foremost figure in Confucianism today: "Holy Sun Confucian Knight"!
Seeing Huang Tianpo kneel, Meng Jiuqing stepped forward to help him up, smiling slightly, "Tianpo, you've had a hard time on this journey."
Huang Tianpo handed over the white cloth bundle with both hands, saying, "I have fulfilled my mission; all the gods are here in silence."
Meng Jiuqing took the bundle and opened it. A surge of righteous energy burst forth from the cloth, revealing a short spear, about four feet long, lacquered in black and inlaid with gold, its blade gleaming coldly with a silvery light. There were also two three-foot-long short clubs, both lacquered in black and inlaid with gold, one with a black gold spearhead.
The spear and two clubs all had screw threads at the ends, making it a divine weapon that could be disassembled and reassembled!
Meng Jiuqing tossed the cloth bundle in his hand, then asked Huang Tianpo with a smile, "It's still unusually heavy. Did you use this spear on your journey south to exorcise evil?"
Huang Tianpo replied, "I've carried it with me the whole time, but haven't used it."
Meng Jiuqing asked curiously, "I know the south is plagued by evil spirits and chaos. I sent you there for training, and although I know you possess my Nine Yang Power, I still borrowed this spear from my friend Kui Ran. The 'Silent Gods' spear' is forged from the True Heavenly Gang Stone, the ultimate nemesis of filth and evil, capable of helping you sweep away the miasma. Why won't you use it?"
Huang Tianpo's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of unease arose in his heart. Nai said, "Master's Nine Yang Heart Sutra also has the effect of dispelling evil, so there's no need to rely on external objects. Besides, this spear is exceptionally heavy. Although I can't wield it, carrying it on my back can be considered a form of cultivation."
Meng Jiuqing frowned slightly upon hearing this, but still said with a gentle smile, "This spear is extremely special. Even I, if I could lift it, might not be able to wield it. It's certainly best that you can use it as a form of cultivation."
He then asked, "Were there any obstacles along the way?"
Huang Tianpo's expression stiffened slightly, and he replied, "No villains obstructed me, but I did encounter some trouble."
"Tell me about it,"
Huang Tianpo said, "That day, when I passed through Luosong City, I came to the gate of a wealthy family. Suddenly, I felt someone spying on me. Although it was fleeting, I felt that the person's cultivation was about the same as mine. I thought it was a villain coveting the divine spear, so I stayed in the city that night, but unexpectedly..." As he spoke, he recounted the events that had happened to the Mo family in Luosong City to Meng Jiuqing.
Meng Jiuqing listened and remained silent for a long time. Huang Tianpo asked, "Master, the masked man's martial arts also follow an unorthodox path. Is this matter concerning the Mo family also related to the north?"
Meng Jiuqing said solemnly, "The evil creatures of the north mostly gather within the Dragon's Eye, yet this time they have appeared in large numbers on the southern border. Although my friend Kuiran has lived on the shores of the North Sea for many years, he has never seen anything unusual about the Dragon's Eye. Moreover, there is Jade Dragon Mountain as a natural barrier at the border between the Central Plains and the North Sea. Such a large-scale appearance of evil creatures in the southern border must be very suspicious."
Huang Tianpo clasped his hands and pleaded, "Disciple humbly requests to take a spear north to investigate the source of the rampant evil!"
Meng Jiuqing smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "The Dragon's Eye has not shown any unusual activity, so there is no need for the gods to remain silent. Furthermore, the North Sea is a remote and secluded place with countless hidden masters. You don't need to worry about this matter. Tianpo, I have another matter to entrust to you upon my return."
Although he didn't say what it was about, a hint of joy appeared on Huang Tianpo's face. He bowed and said, "Disciple will certainly not fail Master's high expectations!"
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The inner chamber of the Righteous Qi Altar has dormitories. Some disciples with outstanding talent, favored by their teachers, or from prominent families have private rooms. The rest of the disciples live in shared dormitories with four to six people per room.
Yuwen Po led Mo Tianhen to the disciples' quarters, turned around and left without saying a word. Mo Tianhen was too lazy to pay attention to him. He found an empty bed, cleaned it up, and went to his master's residence.
Yuwen Zheng, as the deputy altar master, lived in a detached building with a unique scholarly atmosphere. Mo Tianhen announced his name at the door, and the servants, who had already been instructed, led him to Yuwen Zheng's study. Mo Tianhen straightened his clothes, knocked on the door, and entered.
Yuwen Zheng was grinding ink when he saw Mo Tianhen enter. He put down the inkstone and said indifferently, "Brother Mo, I am deeply sorry for what happened. Now that you're back, you should focus on your cultivation and not disgrace the Mo family."
Mo Tianhen felt a slight pang of sadness upon hearing Yuwen Zheng mention his father's passing, but Yuwen Zheng's indifferent tone made him uncomfortable. He knew his aptitude was low; he wasn't cut out for martial arts. This nominal "master" actually disliked him greatly, only accepting him as a disciple out of familial ties between their families. After teaching him the incantation of the Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique, he never instructed him further.
At this moment, Yuwen Zheng spoke again, "The Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique of this altar is the foundation of Confucianism. When mastered, it can rival the Nine Yang Heart Sutra of the main altar. Now that you're back, first master the Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique, and then I will teach you other martial arts. Go."
Mo Tianhen had nothing to say and silently withdrew.
He had only mastered less than 10% of the Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique. It wasn't that he neglected his practice, but rather that no matter how hard he practiced, progress was as slow as a snail's pace. A month's effort on his part couldn't match the progress his fellow disciples made in a single day. Over time, he became unwilling to spend the time on it anymore.
However, upon returning to the Righteous Qi Altar, he still needed to begin practicing the Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique.
Therefore, after leaving Yuwen Zheng's residence, Mo Tianhen hastily ate dinner and, carrying the Mo Wu Chun Qiu, headed to the training ground. It was already dark, a time when the training ground was less crowded. Upon arriving, Mo Tianhen saw a man and a woman practicing swordsmanship.
The man's movements were steady and his swordplay fluid, while the woman was light and graceful, her gentleness blending with strength.
Mo Tianhen took a few steps forward and saw the woman's face. His heart surged with emotion, he almost suffocated, and stood frozen in place!
The woman wore a pale red embroidered robe with a floral waistband, tied with a pink and white mandarin duck belt that accentuated her slender waist. She wore a pale purple floral short vest, and carried a sword with graceful, flower-like movements. Her steps were like a dance, her movements as elegant as a blooming begonia or a budding peony, radiant and ethereal. Her ink-black hair was styled into a flowing bun with rose hairpins, swaying with the wind, seemingly otherworldly.
Fine, glistening beads of sweat glistened on her smooth, fair forehead. Her delicate, fragrant face was free of makeup, yet naturally rosy.
Each feature was exquisite yet perfectly proportioned; her eyes were like clear, flowing water, her nose straight and elegant, and her lips, though not as small as cherries, were full, plump, and pert, like freshly washed strawberries.
What's even more remarkable is that the woman has a slender neck and straight back, with furrowed brows and a straight waist, clearly a pure virgin. Yet, her every move exudes an indescribable allure, making her appear rich, mature, and captivating!
As if noticing someone nearby, the couple gradually stopped their swordplay. The woman turned around and saw Mo Tianhen staring at her with a flushed face, holding his breath and concentrating intently. Finding it somewhat amusing, she smiled at him, revealing a pair of slightly dimpled cheeks. She had just finished practicing her internal energy, and the rush of blood and energy made her cheeks as rosy as newly blooming magnolia flowers. Her pert and full breasts rose and fell due to the recent exercise, making her look lively and charming.
That smile evoked the image that Mo Tianhen had longed for day and night for the past two years, merging it with the stunningly beautiful woman before him, making him blurt out, "Senior Sister Yan!"
This woman was eighteen years old, the apple of Yan Shiyuan's eye as the leader of the Righteous Qi Altar, the dream lover of everyone in the Righteous Qi Altar—Yan Yinshuang, and also the goddess that Mo Tianhen had been yearning for for many years!
Not only was she beautiful and exquisite, but she was also warm, generous, cheerful and always smiling. Although she was a lady from a prominent family, she had the straightforwardness and frankness of a woman from the martial arts world, and was extremely approachable. Her martial arts skills were also quite good. Eight or nine out of ten young students in the Inner Court regarded her as a celestial being. Even in the vast city of Qingluo, she was recognized as the "Number One Beauty of Qingluo."
Yan Yinshuang's strawberry-like full lips flashed a mesmerizing smile, her eyes sparkling, as she asked, "Junior brother, is there something you need?"
This was just an ordinary smile for her, yet it left Mo Tianhen speechless. His beloved Senior Sister Yan, whom he had liked since his first stirrings of love, was speaking to him for the first time in all these years. How should he answer?
Just as Mo Tianhen was sweating profusely and at a loss for words, a man beside him said unhappily, "Which master's disciple are you? Why are you spying on our sword practice?"
He had finally gotten a chance to invite Yan Yinshuang to practice swordsmanship. Normally, students wouldn't come here at this time, and he had thought this would be a chance for the two of them to be alone. He hadn't expected this inconsiderate student to disturb them.
Mo Tianhen sensed the man's displeasure and quickly bowed, saying, "Senior brother, I also came here to practice swordsmanship. Seeing your and senior sister's skillful swordsmanship, I couldn't help but take a few more glances. We are all fellow disciples, please don't take offense."
Annoyed that his good time had been ruined, the man gave Mo Tianhen a forced smile and said, "Oh? You've also come to practice swordsmanship? How about we spar a few moves?"
Mo Tianhen knew perfectly well that the man was deliberately picking a fight. Knowing he was no match for this man, he quickly refused, saying, "Senior brother's swordsmanship is superb, I concede defeat. I think there's no need to spar..."
The man wouldn't allow Mo Tianhen to refuse. Before he could finish speaking, he drew his sword and attacked, immediately unleashing the "Tiger's Gall" opening move of the Righteous Qi Altar, "Startling Tiger's Gall"!
Mo Tianhen was startled by the man's sudden attack and, caught off guard, was struck on the shoulder by the hilt of the sword. The pain was unbearable. Just as he was about to call for a stop, the man launched another attack, "Breaking Through a Thousand Armies," and he had no choice but to raise his Mo Wu Chunqiu sword to block.
The martial arts of the Righteous Spirit Altar incorporate Confucian principles into military tactics. Military warriors are fearless, each move carrying killing intent. The man's sword, brimming with murderous intent, struck the blade of the Ink Martial Spring and Autumn Sword. A resounding clang echoed as metal clashed. The man felt as if he had struck an iron plate; his wrist trembled violently, and his sword was sent flying into the air!
Mo Tianhen was also badly injured. He was forced back several steps, almost collapsing to the ground. The white cloth covering the Ink Martial Spring and Autumn Sword could not withstand the immense force, crumbling inch by inch to reveal the heavy, dark blade!
In a single exchange, his sword was out of his hand. The man felt utterly humiliated, especially in front of his goddess, Yan Yinshuang. How could he not be furious?
In an instant, rage overwhelmed reason. The man tossed aside his longsword and unleashed his "Military Soul Fist" bare-handed, slamming it down on Mo Tianhen. Mo Tianhen hastily tried to wield his sword, attempting the "Mo Kuang Ba Wu" technique, but the Mo Wu Chunqiu sword was exceptionally heavy and difficult to swing. He only managed half of his "Sword Sweeping the Sky Flame" move before the man's three heavy punches slammed into his face and chest, forcing him to stagger back several steps, half-kneeling on the ground, seeing stars, and feeling a tightness in his chest. The Mo Wu Chunqiu sword also slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, landing with a resounding clang like cast iron.
Seeing Mo Tianhen so easily defeated, the man glanced at the lying Mo Wu Chunqiu and realized that it was this very sword that had deflected his longsword. He exclaimed, "So this kid's martial arts are mediocre; he only managed to knock my sword away because he has this precious sword!"
Thinking of Yan Yinshuang, who had witnessed his "ugly" state, he felt extremely frustrated and only wanted to regain his dignity as soon as possible.
He pointed at Mo Tianhen and said, "You're not using my Righteous Qi Altar Sword Technique. You only managed to knock my sword away because you have a precious sword. Have you no shame? Get up! Let's have a fistfight again!"
He tried to explain, wanting Yan Yingshuang to know that his sword slipping from his hand wasn't due to his "lack of skill."
Mo Tianhen, nearly knocked unconscious by the man's three heavy punches, was dizzy and had no strength left to fight.
Seeing Mo Tianhen kneeling motionless, the man assumed he was being disrespected, his anger flaring. He assumed a fighting stance and raised his fist to strike.
Halfway through the punch, a slender hand touched his sleeve, releasing a burst of energy that deflected the man's fist, causing him to stagger a few steps before regaining his balance.
Turning around, he saw Yan Yinshuang, dressed in flowing red, standing in front of Mo Tianhen. A hint of annoyance flashed in her beautiful eyes. She parted her lips slightly and said unhappily, "Senior Brother Jin, this junior brother is only here to practice his sword. Is this vast martial arts arena only for you and me? This junior brother has no intention of sparring with you, yet you have instigated a fight for no reason. Is this what a senior brother should do?" The man knew that what she said made sense and he could not refute it. His face flushed, he picked up his sword, and silently walked out of the martial arts arena.
Seeing Senior Brother Jin leave, Yan Yinshuang walked to Mo Wuchunqiu's side, intending to pick up the sword and return it to Mo Tianhen. However, the sword was incredibly heavy, and she couldn't lift it completely. She had to drag it along until she reached Mo Tianhen, where she knelt down, her slender waist swaying slightly. Her exquisitely beautiful face drew close to Mo Tianhen's, her eyes sparkling, and she asked, "Junior Brother, have we met before?"
Mo Tianhen, gazing at the beautiful face so close to his own, instantly blushed, even to the roots of his neck. He hurriedly snatched Mo Wuchunqiu from her hands, hastily stood up, and, dragging Mo Wuchunqiu along, fled as if his life depended on it, leaving the stunningly beautiful woman standing there, her dimples shimmering, her clear eyes filled with a hint of doubt.
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Just as Mo Tianhen was fleeing in disarray from the martial arts arena, in a private room in the inner chambers, Xue Mengying, who had just finished copying the "Righteousness Order" ten times, tossed aside her pen, stretched out her smooth, lotus-root-like arms and slender, rounded legs, and comfortably yawned. She muttered to herself, "So annoying. I only copied it ten times tonight. How can I finish copying three hundred times in three days? Tomorrow I'll have Brother Tianhen copy it two hundred times for me! Hmm…no way."
Mengying's beautiful eyes flickered slightly: "Our handwriting is different. If Master notices, we're doomed… Ahhh, never mind that! I'll do it myself..." "One person can copy it three hundred times! Go take a shower first!"
In the individual rooms of the cabinet, there are independent toilets and bathrooms. Mengying stood up, went to the bathroom, tested the water temperature with her fair hand, and smiled, "The water temperature is just right. It was worth boiling the water when I came back. I've been tired for so many days. Today I'll relax and recharge my energy to fight to the death with the two hundred and ninety repetitions of the 'Righteousness Order' tomorrow!"
The beautiful round-faced girl playfully talked to herself as she began to undress, taking off her green dress. Little did she know that two burning eyes were watching her from outside the window!
The bathroom window of the individual room was against the wall, so the spying was very hidden and she was not afraid of people coming and going.
Yuwen Po gripped the wooden windowsill with both hands, his eyes wide as a bull, his breathing becoming heavier, and his manhood was already hard to resist, pushing the hem of his robe high.
This was the first time Yuwen Po had ever spied on a woman like this. Because of his status, he had always been able to take whatever he wanted from women. However, Meng Ying was an exception. She never cared about his advances and was highly favored by his father. If he were to force her, it would probably backfire. This woman, whom he could only look at but not touch, kept him hanging on, which really made him scratch his head. And today, she was so intimate with that good-for-nothing Mo Tianhen, which made him extremely unhappy. So, he could no longer bear it and took this shady action.
In the bathroom, Meng Ying took off her green robe and slowly unbuttoned her close-fitting red undergarment. The girl's fair and firm breasts bounced out, and the two small pink nipples on the peaks made Yuwen Po unable to resist reaching into his robe and grasping his thick breasts, moving them back and forth rhythmically.
The innocent and beautiful round-faced girl was unaware of the lustful gaze outside the window. She continued to remove her green gauze floral dress and leggings, revealing a pair of straight, slender, and fair legs. What made Yuwen Po increase the force of his hands was the alluring patch of grass at the base of her legs. Although not lush, it was neat and clean. Below the grass was a raised, moist white mound, with a tight slit in the center of the mound, faintly visible.
Meng Ying turned and lifted her leg to enter the tub for a bath. This turn made Yuwen Po's movements even more intense. Her firm, pert pink buttocks, like an enticing peach, met her slender, smooth waist with a perfect curve, trembling as she entered the tub, displaying astonishing elasticity.
"That waist and hips, damn, they're so bouncy, they must feel amazing to touch!"
Through the slightly parted mist, Meng Ying's beautiful figure was completely exposed to the lustful playboy's voyeuristic gaze. Her pure and delicate body bore the brunt of his obscene and shameful thoughts, enduring a storm of lewd acts in his mind.
Driven by lust, Yuwen Po's hands continued their actions while his mind plotted to turn his fantasies into reality. Even if he were caught and reported, he would accept it. Could his father really kill him?
Just as Yuwen Po was about to act, a surge of pleasure shot through his lower body, his seminal vesicles released, and a large amount of semen splattered through his clothes onto the wall, leaving white stains. The lewd
thoughts about Meng Ying and the stimulation of voyeurism gave him the most pleasurable ejaculation of his life, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. Hearing the shouts outside the window, Mengying, still in the tub, jolted awake, covering her breasts with both hands, and demanded, "Who?!"
Yuwen Po, whose essence had already departed, heard Mengying's question and knew his whereabouts had been exposed. Startled, he broke out in a cold sweat and fled.
By the time Mengying hurriedly dressed and reached the window, he was already gone. Only the stubborn stains of semen, barely visible in the darkness, remained on the wall.
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For the next three days, Mo Tianhen dared not go to the training ground to practice his sword. Firstly, he felt his performance that day had been too embarrassing and he was ashamed to face anyone. Secondly, his martial arts skills were weak, and the sword technique he practiced was not a Confucian art; he feared being ridiculed by his fellow disciples. Therefore, he found a secluded mountain not far from the city and practiced the Mo Kuang Ba Wu again and again.
The Mo Wu Chun Qiu was more than ten times heavier than his previous swordplay, making it extremely difficult for him to wield.
Previously, he was often punished by his father with hundreds of repetitions, and although he had mastered the moves by heart, he still couldn't grasp the essence and couldn't unleash the full power of the Eight Dances Sword Intent.
Now, sweating profusely, he performed each move of the Eight Dances of the Ink Madness in slow motion, oblivious to the rising moon.
Just as Mo Tianhen was focused on practicing his sword, countless birds suddenly took flight from the nearby woods, scrambling into the sky as if encountering ghosts. Then, the dark woods crumbled, splitting open in the middle, and a powerful figure emerged from the fallen branches and grass, facing Mo Tianhen directly!
"Nangong Honghu scorns Zongwu, Lihen woos Zhenlong, Chaos and Taiyi open the heavens, Yin and Yang divide the dawn and dusk!"
The newcomer's forehead bears a black and white double fish mark, resembling Erlang Shen's Heavenly Eye. He recites an unrestrained poem, his moon-white robe with water patterns billowing in the wind, his green embroidered gold cloak fluttering wildly. His arrogant aura shakes the surrounding wilderness. His blood-red eyes look down on heaven and earth, and he descends upon Mo Tianhen with domineering power, ignoring Mo Tianhen's trembling body, and shouts, "Boy, you, come here!"
Chapter 4 Preview:
Mo Tianhen is practicing in the mountains at night when he encounters an unparalleled madman. The newcomer's domineering aura is profound; what is his intention? What will Mo Tianhen encounter? After Huangtian Po returns the Holy Spear, what will Meng Jiuqing entrust with him? What kind of existence is Beihai Lielongyan? What will the masked young master and his group do as they head to the Righteous Qi Altar? How will they scheme against Mo Tianhen? Yuwen Po is infatuated with Xue Mengying, but will he give up so easily? How will the story of Yan Yinshuang and Mo Tianhen continue? The clash of martial arts is about to begin; please wait patiently for Chapter 4 of Volume 1 of the first part of "Azure Sea Ink Edge": "Opening the Yin-Yang Meridians"!
Appendix
Trivia 2: Regarding Poetic Titles Well, thinking too much about poetic titles is a bit of a headache, but I really like them. Therefore, in this work, only main characters with a martial arts level exceeding 91, those whose martial arts level will exceed 91 in the future, and those with significant screen time will have them.
Although whether or not a character has a poetic title is entirely up to the author's mood, this principle will generally be followed.
If any readers particularly like a character and would like to give them a poetic title, please feel free to suggest it, and I will consider it accordingly.
Character Strength in this Chapter :
Yuwen Zheng 84, Yuwen
Po 45 　　, Chang
Rong 87 , 　　Yan Yinshuang 48 　　, Xue Mengying 29, Senior Brother Jin 41 　　, Meng Jiuqing 95. 　　Note: At the request of readers, I will not write down my personal standards for the two female leads' appearance or their "closest prototypes" to avoid breaking the immersion. Readers interested in knowing these two "hidden attributes" can message me privately. 　　Chapter Four: Yin and Yang Open the Meridians 　　"Nangong Honghu scorns Zongwu, Lihen scorns Zhenlong, Chaos and Taiyi open the heavens, Yin and Yang divide the dawn and dusk!" 　　The newcomer was imposing and powerful, reciting a poem defying the heavens. With his hands behind his back, his aura was extraordinary, arrogant and unparalleled. His blood-red eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Mo Tianhen, saying, "Boy! You, come here!" 　　Mo Tianhen was stunned by this domineering aura, frozen in place, sweat pouring down his body! 　　"Hmm?" Seeing Mo Tianhen standing still, the newcomer snorted coldly and walked directly to him. 　　As the man approached, Mo Tianhen felt a tangible pressure, making it hard to breathe. He instinctively wanted to escape, but his legs trembled like leaves, completely unresponsive. This was an instinctive fear, like the fear of a lower-level creature towards an upper-level one! 　　The newcomer reached Mo Tianhen and placed his hand on Mo Tianhen's pulse. Mo Tianhen's heart pounded 　　wildly. He knew perfectly well that if this person wanted to kill him, a slight exertion of force at his wrist would shatter all his meridians, causing him to die instantly! Faced with the fear of impending death, Mo Tianhen closed his eyes tightly, but before his eyes flashed a series of images: his time at the academy, the massacre of his family, the beautiful figure of Yin Shuang, the lovely face of Meng Ying—all these 　　flashed before his eyes. Thinking of his unfulfilled family revenge and the lingering attachments in his heart, Mo Tianhen felt utterly hopeless, and tears streamed down his face. He awaited the moment the person came to claim his life, hoping it would all be over! 　　"Hmph, just as I thought!" After taking Mo Tianhen's pulse for a while, the newcomer shook off Mo Tianhen's hand and said in a domineering tone, "Boy, I'm going to teach you martial arts!" 　　Mo Tianhen was waiting for death with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard this. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he looked incredulous. The reversal of life and death was too dramatic. It took him a while to react, and he said awkwardly, "I already have a master..." 　　He originally wanted to say, "Are you crazy?!" But seeing the newcomer's aura, he swallowed the words back. 　　"You have a master? What does that have to do with me?" 　　This time, Mo Tianhen wanted to say "Are you crazy?", but thinking about the newcomer's martial arts, he held back. 　　He tentatively asked, "Why do you want to teach me?" 　　"I ask you, have you been unable to improve your martial arts for many years?" The newcomer hit the nail on the head, striking Mo Tianhen's sore spot. 　　Provoked by him, Mo Tianhen fearlessly retorted, "So what if I am?" 　　"Hmph, if you are, I will teach you martial arts." 　　"I will not become your disciple!" Realizing the newcomer meant no harm, Mo Tianhen relaxed and began to retort. 　　"Ha, Chaos Gentleman wants to teach you martial arts, not become your master, so I have no interest in taking you as a disciple," the newcomer said disdainfully. 　　Mo Tianhen finally understood that this madman was only trying to teach him martial arts, so he asked again, "May I ask your name, senior?" 　　The man laughed wildly, "My name is Nangong Lihen. You only need to remember that I am the number one person in the world." 　　Mo Tianhen's lips twitched again, and he asked, "Then what does senior intend to teach me?" 　　"The art of Yin-Yang dual cultivation." 　　Upon hearing this, Mo Tianhen took several steps back and said urgently, "I am a disciple of the Confucian school, how can I learn this lewd martial art! No, I won't learn it!" 　　"Hmm? Ha, the Chaos Gentleman wants to teach you martial arts, you have no choice but to learn!" Nangong Lihen laughed, "Boy, come here!" 　　Mo Tianhen was unwilling to go. Nangong Lihen stepped forward and floated up like a swan, arriving in front of Mo Tianhen in the blink of an eye and grabbing his wrist. 　　Mo Tianhen was subdued again, and that unparalleled pressure reappeared, making Mo Tianhen extremely uncomfortable. He heard Nangong Lihen say again, "Boy, this martial art, only you in the world can practice it!" 　　Mo Tianhen had difficulty breathing, but his bottom line remained, and he refused with all his might, saying, "No, even if I am invincible in the world, I will not practice this lewd martial art!" 　　"Ha! Lewd martial art?" Nangong Lihen released Mo Tianhen and laughed arrogantly, "Boy, you do have some backbone, but do you know where your problem lies?" 　　Mo Tianhen shook his head helplessly, completely unaware. 　　Nangong Lihen explained, “Martial arts in the world are nothing more than four aspects: form, intention, qi, and strength. Form refers to the moves, intention to the mind and spirit, qi to the internal energy, and strength to the muscles and bones. The so-called martial arts training is to train the form and strength externally and cultivate qi and intention internally. Your true qi is thin, making it extremely difficult to cultivate. The problem lies in your meridians. I ask you, do you know the principles of human meridians?” 　　Mo Tianhen shook his head again. Although he was well-read, he had only read the writings of sages and the Tao Te Ching. As for martial arts manuals, sword manuals, and the principles of meridians, he had never delved into them. Although his elders had long known that his meridians were abnormal, they had never treated him with care and therefore had never told him about it. Mo Zongtian, on the other hand, wholeheartedly hoped that he would inherit his mantle and become a dragon among men, so he also concealed the truth from him. 　　Nangong Lihen snorted and scoffed, "Another ignorant fool." 　　He then explained, "The human body's meridians are divided into twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, each connected to form a complete cycle, containing 360 acupoints. The true energy of martial arts circulates within these meridians, especially the martial arts of the three religions, which maximize the power of these twenty meridians, thus ensuring their enduring legacy for millennia. Confucian martial arts also rely on this as their foundation. Since your meridians are congenitally blocked, they naturally consider you dull-witted." 　　Upon hearing this, Mo Tianhen felt a pang of sadness. No wonder he had struggled to improve his skills over the years; his meridians were damaged, hindering the flow of true energy. 　　Nangong Lihen, oblivious to Mo Tianhen's sorrow, continued, "However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Your meridians are not entirely useless. Do you know that the human body's meridians are divided into Yin and Yang?" 　　Hearing that there was still hope, Mo Tianhen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied, "No, please enlighten me, senior." 　　Nangong Lihen said, "An ordinary person has twenty meridians, which can withstand a hundred years of cultivation. The human body is like Tai Chi, with meridians divided into Yin and Yang. A very few people, in addition to these twenty Yang meridians, also have eight hidden meridians, containing eighty-one acupoints, forming a complete cycle, hidden beneath the Yang meridians. These are called—Yin meridians! Our Yin-Yang Sect martial arts emphasize the harmony of Yin and Yang, practicing both the visible and hidden aspects to achieve the state of Tai Chi's perfect harmony. To practice..." "The Yin-Yang Sect's martial arts require opening the Yin meridians first, then cultivating both meridians simultaneously to maintain the unity of Yin and Yang. I have searched the world my entire life, and so far I have only found one person with innate Yin meridians, capable of cultivating the Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation. However, your situation is that your Yang is locked while your Yin is weak. Although you can use my martial arts to cultivate your Yin meridians first, it will be difficult to open your Yang meridians later, potentially leading to two situations." 　　Mo Tianhen, seizing this rare opportunity for advancement, hurriedly asked, "What situations?" 　　Nangong Lihen replied, "First, if the Yang meridians are not opened, progress will be difficult in achieving Yin-Yang unity. Second, if you abandon the Yang meridians and only cultivate the Yin meridians, there is no precedent for this, and no precedent to follow. Once Yin becomes dominant and Yang weakens, I do not know the consequences."

After hearing this, Mo Tianhen fell into deep thought. Progress and risk go hand in hand, but his risk would be unprecedented and he would have no one to help him. If he encountered an unbearable risk, he would be a useless person for the rest of his life.
Seeing Mo Tianhen deep in thought for so long, Nangong Lihen scoffed, "Indecisiveness is not the mark of a true man!"
Mo Tianhen, still unable to decide, could only ask, "May I ask, senior, how many Yin Meridians have you opened?"
"Once the Yin Meridians are opened, they form their own cycle; there's no such thing as how many."
"Then what realm have you cultivated to, senior?"
"Invincible under heaven!"
Mo Tianhen was taken aback and couldn't help but advise, "Senior, you must know there are always mountains beyond mountains..."
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Nangong Lihen laughed wildly several times, his unparalleled domineering aura emanating from his body. His face was cold and arrogant as he said, "In this vast Central Plains, there is only one person I consider an opponent!"
Mo Tianhen asked curiously, "Is it one of the leaders of the Three Sects?"
"Ha! The leaders of the Three Sects are not weak, but they are not worthy of my attention. However, that person is indeed a member of the Three Sects."
Mo Tianhen said speechlessly, "Why are you so arrogant, senior?"
"This isn't arrogance, it's confidence!"
Mo Tianhen frowned and sighed, "Senior's confidence is truly unparalleled."
"Boy, enough nonsense, have you thought it through? You're wasting Chaos Lord's time, and you can't afford the consequences!" Nangong Lihen said impatiently.
"Senior, one last question." Mo Tianhen bowed to Nangong Lihen and said, "Senior, why do you want to teach me martial arts?"
"I want you to become my opponent! There are very few masters in the world who can catch my eye, but if you have the same Yin-Yang dual meridians as me, I am extremely interested. Therefore, I want you to open your Yin and Yang, cultivate your martial meridians, and become an opponent that I can enjoy to the fullest!"
Nangong Lihen's words were arrogant and unrestrained, but they stirred Mo Tianhen's blood. Others might create opponents for themselves because there are few, just to seek defeat. Why should he be so fixated on a way out?
A man should stand firm in the world. If his way out is cut off, no matter if there is an abyss or a raging torrent ahead, he should forge ahead without hesitation!
"Senior! Please teach me the art of Yin-Yang dual cultivation!" At this moment, Mo Tianhen's eyes were firm, as he wished, he was determined to move forward!
"Oh?" Seeing the clear look in Mo Tianhen's eyes, Nangong Lihen was slightly surprised, but said with a hint of excitement, "Not bad. With this kind of temperament, you are worthy to be Nangong Lihen's opponent in the future!"
After saying that, he took out a yellowed book from his sleeve and threw it to Mo Tianhen, saying, "Memorize this book within three days, and come to find me here at dusk three days later."
Mo Tianhen took the book and saw the four characters "Yin Yang Meridian Diagram" written in ancient seal script on the cracked and yellowed cover. The domineering poem of the Chaos Gentleman echoed in his ears. Nangong Lihen, with each word and each step, looked down on the world and left steadily.
For the next three days, Mo Tianhen never put down the book, neglecting to eat or sleep, and devoted himself to the "Yin Yang Meridian Diagram".
This book is divided into two volumes. The first volume contains a diagram of the eight major meridians of the human body, while the second volume contains annotations on the Yin meridians. The eight meridians are named after the eight trigrams and correspond to the eight cardinal directions: head, shoulders, hands, chest, abdomen, back, waist, and legs. Qian (?) represents the head, Kun (?) the legs, Zhen (?) the shoulders, Xun (?) the hands, Li (?) the chest, Dui (?) the abdomen, Kan (?) the waist, and Gen (?) the back, forming a complete cycle.
Mo Tianhen knew that the meeting in three days would be related to meridian theory. In the past few days, he had devoted himself to memorizing the functions and locations of the twenty-eight meridians and four hundred and forty-one acupoints. Mengying had come to see him several times, but he had always made excuses to leave, much to the girl's displeasure.
Equally unhappy was Yuwen Po, burning with jealousy.
Mengying's two visits to Mo Tianhen had been witnessed by Yuwen Po's cronies, who knew of his extreme infatuation with his junior sister, and they had told him.
Yuwen Po was consumed by jealousy, yet a sliver of hope remained. It wasn't until he witnessed Meng Ying skipping happily to Mo Tianhen's dormitory room that his anger finally erupted. He drew his sword, ready to confront Mo Tianhen, but was desperately held back by his cronies, who warned him of his father's punishment. He reluctantly left, but the surging jealousy and rage planted the seeds of a vicious and insane plan in his heart: "Mo Tianhen, you dare touch the woman I've set my sights on? I'll make you pay!"
Some arrogant and domineering individuals are corrupted from childhood by the insane idea that "what's mine can only be mine." They believe that what they want is theirs and they will never allow others to "touch" it. Even unintentional acts of "touching" their possessions are a grave defiance, something they cannot tolerate. This domineering and insane possessiveness was causing Yuwen Po's madness to sprout step by step!
While one person's insane plan was just beginning to germinate, another had already begun gathering intelligence for his own well-thought-out scheme.
Three days after Mo Tianhen's initial encounter with Nangong Lihen, along with the three members of the Jingsha Qiongyan Qingmei trio, they quietly arrived in Qingluo City on the morning of their agreed-upon second meeting.
Their intelligence network had already delivered all the information they had gathered about Mo Tianhen since his arrival. Knowing that Mo Tianhen was currently residing in the Righteous Qi Altar's inner chambers, the four found a nearby inn and, under the guise of a wealthy young master enjoying leisurely travels, began analyzing the intelligence while simultaneously conducting surveillance.
“Young Master, Mo Tianhen has been going out after dinner for the past few days, only returning to the Righteous Qi Altar around midnight. Our intelligence network was trying to track him down, but he's been staying inside the Altar for three days straight. We don't know why.”
Qingmei, clutching a file, explained the suspicious points to the masked young master, then offered her speculation: “Could it be that he discovered we were following him, so he's deliberately staying inside?”
The young master, wearing an ordinary-looking human skin mask to conceal his strikingly handsome face, smiled and said easily, “No, Mo Tianhen doesn't have that ability. The experts of the Righteous Qi Altar wouldn't protect him like the Qingwei Temple would. He probably has some private matter to deal with. Perhaps his lovely little girlfriend has been stolen, and he's enjoying watching his woman being violated.”
The ordinary appearance could only conceal the young master's face, but not his innate, sinister aura.
The young master's gaze lingered for a moment, seemingly recalling Meng Ying's beautiful face, before he asked, "Our people can only monitor the movements around the Righteous Qi Altar, not enter it?"
Jing Sha respectfully replied, "Young master, our altar members are all skilled individuals. If we were to infiltrate the Righteous Qi Altar, it would be difficult to conceal ourselves. Moreover, Yan Shiyuan and Yuwen Po are no ordinary people; we fear they might see through our disguise, so we haven't infiltrated the inner altar."
"Your concerns are not without merit, but your thinking is too simplistic," the young master said. "If you were to infiltrate, would you necessarily disguise yourself as a student? The real intelligence is most easily obtained from servants, maids, cooks, and waiters. These people are a mixed bag, making them the easiest to blend in. Furthermore, these people are all skilled, so there will never be a need for you to intervene!"
Jing Sha, Qiong Yan, and Qing Mei suddenly understood, agreeing in unison, inwardly admiring the young master's shrewdness.
After dinner, Mo Tianhen, sword in hand, rose and headed to the solitary hill outside the city to keep their three-day appointment. Just as he stepped out, a pair of sharp, sinister eyes locked onto the figure carrying a sword and heading into the distance!
"Young Master, Mo Tianhen has come out!" Qingmei bowed and reminded him.
The young master's eyes were half-closed. After a moment's thought, he ordered, "I will continue to monitor Yan Shiyuan and Yuwen Po's movements here in case anything changes. The three of you will immediately follow Mo Tianhen, observe his movements, and judge the timing of your attack. If he is alone, capture him!"
The three obeyed and left. The young master's sinister eyes continued to gaze towards the inner pavilion of the Righteous Qi Altar.
Mo Tianhen hurried towards Lonely Mountain, eager to learn the Yin-Yang Martial Arts as soon as possible, fearing he might miss seeing Nangong Lihen if he arrived too late. Unbeknownst to him, three killing gods had already silently arrived, intending to capture him and seize his sword!
The three followed Mo Tianhen as he approached the Lonely Hill, unaware of any hidden protection. Jing Sha gave Qiong Yan a wink, and the three gradually spread out in a triangular formation, rapidly closing in on Mo Tianhen. Qing Mei then used her magical ability again, a dark green aura rapidly expanding outwards from herself, confirming that there was no one within a radius of several dozen feet for Mo Tianhen. She then gestured to Jing Sha and Qiong Yan, who, upon receiving the message, simultaneously leaped forward, gathering their energy and
unleashing palm strikes! Mo Tianhen suddenly felt a strong gust of wind behind him, instinctively sensing danger. He accelerated, barely dodging the two's fierce palm strikes, only to be struck from behind!
Mo Tianhen, fleeing at full speed, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of energy, his body violently thrown back, instantly sent flying!
Mo Tianhen landed heavily, his body writhing in excruciating pain as if it were falling apart, his heart pounding wildly!
This feeling was exactly the same as the barrier he encountered on the day of the Mo family's bloodbath! His enemies were actually here, trying to kill him!
Jing Sha and Qiong Yan were ordered to capture Mo Tianhen, so how could they possibly harm him? Their two palm strikes just now were merely to force Mo Tianhen to crash into the barrier himself. Now, Mo Tianhen was bounced back by the barrier and landed right in front of the two men. The two men chuckled inwardly, intending to capture Mo Tianhen, but unexpectedly, Mo Tianhen sprang to his feet with a somersault, wielding the Spring and Autumn Sword and unleashing the Mo Martial Blade!
Mo Tianhen's internal energy was weak, and his swordplay lacked any sword intent, but the Mo Kuang Ba Wu had been passed down for thousands of years, its moves exquisite and rarely seen in the world. In addition, the Spring and Autumn Sword was heavy, and with Mo Tianhen's full-force swing, its momentum suddenly surged, startling the two men, who hurriedly took a step back to create distance between themselves and him.
Mo Wuchunqiu was extremely heavy-hearted. Mo Tianhen, already injured, was overwhelmed after his initial attack, his sword clapping against the ground as he gasped for breath.
"What are you two afraid of? You guys with such weak internal energy, how dare you retreat?" Qingmei, true to her nature, remained hidden in the shadows. Seeing her companions in such a state, she couldn't help but curse them telepathically.
Jing Sha and Qiong Yan also felt embarrassed and both raised their palms to attack, trying to capture Mo Tianhen!
Just then, thousands of startled birds took flight from a distant hill, an aura of domineering arrogance soaring into the sky. In an instant, the green mountains crumbled and the forests collapsed! A majestic figure emerged from the forest, his long robe fluttering like a swan, exuding an arrogant arrogance, rapidly approaching from afar!
Qingmei's face turned pale, and she hurriedly telepathically cried out, "A master is here!"
As she spoke, she pushed her spiritual power to its maximum limit, increasing the strength of her barrier to its strongest state ever, intending to block the approaching figure! In the time it took to utter
a single sentence, the approaching figure was already upon the barrier! The newcomer bore a black and white pijac mark on his forehead, his green embroidered gold cloak fluttering wildly. His blood-red eyes gleamed with crimson light. A high-pitched voice, brimming with disdain, rang out: "A mere trick, yet you dare to try and stop the Chaos Lord's advance!"
Then, Nangong Lihen, hands behind his back, laughed wildly, head held high, his steps unstoppable, as if traversing an unimpeded path. One step—and the barrier shattered!
Before the Yin-Yang energy shield, Qingmei's strongest barrier of her life crumbled in a single step! The dark green barrier, like delicate glass, was pulverized by the unparalleled force when it was still half a foot away from Nangong Lihen!
Fragments rained down, yet not a single piece could touch the Chaos Lord's clothes!
The barrier shattered instantly, without slowing the newcomer even a fraction. Qingmei, struck by the backlash of spiritual energy, was severely injured and unable to rise!
The two demons, Jingsha and Qiongyan, trembled with fear as the newcomer strode through the barrier. Nangong Lihen, head held high, glared at them, his voice booming, "You dare touch the one chosen by the Chaos Lord? You will pay the price!"
Knowing the newcomer was far beyond their capabilities, Jingsha and Qiongyan exchanged glances, silently devising a plan. They simultaneously channeled their inner energy, unleashing their strongest attacks in a desperate attempt to survive!
In an instant, an evil aura surged, black smoke billowed, and malevolent energy filled the sky!
Faced with such power, the Chaos Lord remained calm and composed, his hands still behind his back, coldly regarding the two as if they were clowns leaping about, ants trying to shake a tree!
This arrogance only fueled the demons' fervor, prompting them to unleash a devastating attack!
"Demon Ghost Shocks the Heavens!" "
Night Martial Nightmare Soul!"
The demon's ultimate move exploded forth, unleashing a torrent of evil energy that surged through the night, a nightmare soul and demonic martial art that terrified even the gods!
The combined attacks of the Nightmare and the Demonic Strike, amplified by their combined evil energy and enhanced by their ghostly power, created a force whose power defied simple addition!
Facing this combined attack, the Chaos Gentleman neither dodged nor evaded, standing firmly like a mountain, his arrogant expression undiminished, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he mocked the demons.
He closed his eyes, looking down on the demons with disdain! Nangong Lihen's moon-colored robe fluttered slightly, his wide sleeves dancing lightly. With a cold snort and a casual flick, the Yin-Yang vortex surged like a raging storm, instantly sweeping away the demons and dissipating the evil!
The Nightmare and the Demonic Strike were both struck by immense force, flying dozens of feet away, their bodies exploding with blood mist, collapsing to the ground, their fates unknown!
The Chaos Gentleman, hands behind his back, still held his head high, surveying the world with unparalleled elegance, looking down upon the world!
With a flick of his finger, Nangong Lihen gracefully traversed the lonely hill, breaking through the spiritual barrier with a single step, and vanquishing the evil spirits with a flick of his sleeve. He subdued the three evils without even unleashing a single move, displaying his unparalleled prowess. Watching this, Mo Tianhen's blood boiled, and he wished he could immediately begin cultivating the Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation!
Having easily defeated the three evils, Nangong Lihen felt unsatisfied and disdainfully said, "These are as worthless trash as ants! I'm ashamed to even lift a finger!"
He then turned to Mo Tianhen and said, "Boy, come with me."
He turned to leave, but at that moment, a masked black figure, carrying a sharp, evil aura, rapidly approached, aiming straight for Nangong Lihen's back!
Mo Tianhen cried out in alarm, "Little…"
Before he could finish the word "heart," Nangong Lihen suddenly turned and struck out with his palm, meeting the black figure's evil palm! A loud "bang" resounded, and the attacker spun backward like a top, scattering a trail of blood. Nangong Lihen, however, withdrew his palm and gathered his energy, a look of joy on his face.
The newcomer spun around for a long time before finally stopping. As soon as he stood still, another spray of blood mist erupted from his mask, revealing a pair of malevolent eyes that were so fierce they made Mo Tianhen almost scream!
"Ha, that's more like it!" Nangong Lihen said happily, "Not bad. Given time, you can certainly give me my satisfaction."
"So you can't kill me!"
The newcomer slowly rose, his legs still trembling slightly. The previous exchange of blows had injured his internal organs, causing him extreme pain. His internal energy was churning, making it difficult for him to fight, but his mind was still racing, trying to use words to fight for his life!
This man was none other than the masked young master. He had arranged for three subordinates to pursue Mo Tianhen, but suddenly his heart pounded wildly, a deep sense of unease washing over him, so he also headed in this direction.
His skill was exceptional, and his speed astonishing. Just as Qingmei made her move, he was already close to the battlefield. Unexpectedly, Chaos Gentleman appeared halfway, his cultivation even more astonishing. In the blink of an eye, all three of his subordinates were severely injured, and he himself couldn't even arrive in time to help!
Knowing his true identity must never be exposed, the masked young master gritted his teeth, preparing for a desperate gamble to survive!
Sensing his resolve, Nangong Lihen raised an eyebrow and said, "You have the courage to challenge the Chaos Lord; I admire you even more!"
"One move. If I survive, let the four of us leave!" The young master exhaled, gathering his breath to buy time while preparing for his final stand!
"You, do you have the right to negotiate with the Chaos Lord?"
"One move. If I die, you will have fought to your heart's content; if I survive, you will have a mortal enemy in the future!" The masked young master's words seemed like a threat, but in reality, through these few words with Nangong Lihen, it was a bold deduction that this person didn't care about victory or defeat, but rather was eager to fight powerful opponents. Therefore, these words were actually a promise: If I survive today, you will have an even stronger opponent in the future, one who can give you even more enjoyment!
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Nangong Lihen laughed wildly, his domineering aura shaking the heavens and earth. Then, pointing at the young master, he said, "You have truly made me look forward to it! Come, Chaos Lord—I grant your request!"
The masked young master remained silent, his inner strength reaching its peak. He raised his hand, unleashing a dark purple storm. The terrifying evil aura solidified into a tangible substance, instantly darkening the world. Its imposing momentum far surpassed the combined attack of the Nightmare Demon!
"Dark Evil Dragon Destroys Ghosts and Gods!"
"Hmm?" Nangong Lihen raised an eyebrow, smiling easily. "Not bad in terms of momentum, but how about its power?"
The masked young master gritted his teeth, gathering his inner energy. Ignoring his internal injuries, he unleashed his ultimate move, shouting sharply, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
A dark purple vortex burst into the sky, transforming into a dark evil dragon, baring its fangs and claws, its imposing aura descending from above, attempting to devour the Chaos Lord! The peerless madman neither dodged nor evaded, standing firmly on the earth, his left palm supporting the sky, lifting the evil dragon!
The Yin-Yang vortex was as deep as the sea, and the dark, evil dragon was wild and chaotic, just as the order of Heaven clashes with chaos. The dragon was imposing and its power astonishing, but the moment it touched the Yin-Yang vortex, it crumbled and disintegrated like silk. Even with the young master further amplifying his power, he could not harm the Chaos Gentleman in the slightest!
Nangong Lihen shattered the dragon with a single palm strike and couldn't help but sarcastically say to the masked young master, "If that's all, you'll disappoint me!"
Suddenly, a strange black aura shot out from the dragon's mouth and, taking advantage of Nangong Lihen's unpreparedness, pierced into the madman's chest!
"Huh? What is this?!"
The black aura entered his body and flowed through his meridians. Nangong Lihen was surprised and caught off guard, his Qi stagnation was sudden, and the Yin-Yang vortex loosened, revealing a tiny gap. Ignoring his own injuries, the masked young master amplified his power a second time, and the incomplete dragon seized the opportunity to penetrate the Yin-Yang palm strike, slamming heavily onto the Yin-Yang vortex, creating a sky-filling smoke screen, and the force of the attack shattered the surrounding area for several feet!
Mo Tianhen, his sword firmly planted in the ground, managed to steady himself, but a hidden worry lingered in his heart: was Nangong Lihen unharmed after such a move?
Having landed a successful sneak attack, the masked young master hurriedly went to his subordinate's aid. Just as he was about to lead his men away, a wild laugh echoed through the sky, the sound waves dispersing the thick smoke, revealing an overwhelmingly powerful figure.
The Chaos Gentleman strode forward steadily, his imposing presence undiminished, and said to the young master, "An aura unlike any other, resembling that of the demons of the North Sea, but far more malevolent and violent, stronger and more terrifying than any demonic or evil aura before. To actually injure me, you are truly interesting."
Mo Tianhen stared intently and saw a thin line of blood on the corner of Nangong Lihen's mouth, and he couldn't help but worry.
But Nangong Lihen remained unconcerned, raising his right palm, gathering his inner energy, and a yin-yang vortex reappeared in his palm—the "Yin-Yang Revelation: The Four Symbols Divide into One!"
"My turn!" Nangong Lihen shouted, pushing out his palm. The Yin-Yang vortex split into four elements, like four horizontal tornadoes, unleashing a soaring force!
The ultimate move descended, and the masked young master had no way to dodge. His evil energy surged again, and he barely managed to parry! The moment the forces collided, the young master's evil energy crumbled instantly. Then, the four elements vortex, like a divine dragon passing through, carried a fierce wind and pierced through the young master's chest!
With a swift movement, the masked young master swayed precariously, seemingly about to collapse and die at any moment. Yet, he stubbornly held on, weakly saying to Nangong Lihen, "I... I'm not dead. You... must... keep your promise!"
"Ha, you're truly amusing." Nangong Lihen seemed to sense something, then said with a slightly excited tone, "Nangong Lihen never breaks his promises. Keep your life, so I can fight to my heart's content next time."
"You'll regret making that promise today!" The young master's legs trembled violently, barely able to stand, yet his words remained defiant.
"Chaos Lord looks forward to our next life-or-death encounter."
"Hmph..." The young master stopped replying, using his remaining internal energy to envelop his three subordinates. He staggered and turned to leave, but then heard Mo Tianhen shout behind him, "Stop! You think you can escape like this? Where did you take my mother? Twenty-three lives of the Mo family, I will settle this score with you!"
The young master stopped, turned around, and said grimly, "Mo Tianhen, what do you want? If you want to take advantage of my weakness, then come and take it. But let me tell you, even if I am seriously injured right now, killing you is still as easy as turning my hand! Unless, you ask this expert beside you to make a move."
Mo Tianhen looked at Nangong Lihen, who snorted coldly with his hands behind his back, "Nangong Lihen has no interest. " "Your grudges and feuds, if you wish to seek revenge, I will not intervene, but you'd better keep your own life."
Mo Tianhen turned his head, his eyes wide with anger, veins throbbing on his forehead, and roared at the young master, "Mo Tianhen has sworn to kill his enemies with his own hands, and will never rely on others. When we meet again, you, and the men you brought that day, I will not let any of them go!" The
young master remained silent, but his gaze towards Mo Tianhen held a strange glint, and he said in a sinister tone, "Mo Tianhen, I'm afraid when you see your mother again, she will not recognize you. If you want to find her, head to the North Sea."
Then, he used his last bit of internal energy, turned around, and led his men, slowly disappearing at the end of the road.
Watching his heavily wounded enemy carry three unconscious enemies away from him in a blatant manner, Mo Tianhen's fists clenched tightly in grief and anger, his nails digging into his flesh without him noticing, yet a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him.
Nangong Lihen stood aside, scoffing, and walked impatiently towards the solitary hill, saying, "Hmph, vendettas in the martial world are the most boring thing ever!"
*** *** ***
Wuqu Tower, the largest and most prestigious restaurant within the Righteous Qi Altar, was second to none even in Qingluo City. Its signature wine, "Fragrant Jade Liquid," was brewed from a hundred kinds of flower petals, possessing a mellow and fragrant taste, and was extremely precious.
Therefore, Wuqu Tower hosted countless banquets every day, with the sounds of clinking glasses never ceasing. Those who frequented the restaurant were mostly wealthy young men, famous merchants, and people of high status and background.
On the evening that Mo Tianhen left the Righteous Qi Altar, in the "Lucun" private room of Wuqu Tower, a group of young scholars were gathered around a round table, exchanging cups, reciting poems, composing essays, and showing off their refined taste, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
However, in one corner of the round table, Yuwen Po looked distressed, silently drinking alone, appearing extremely out of place compared to the cheerful crowd around him.
At this moment, a scholar next to Yuwen Po noticed his unhappiness and stepped forward to offer him a toast, saying, "Brother Yuwen, I see you have a furrowed brow, is something troubling you?" The
scholar who asked the question was named Li Jingguo, whose father was Li Changwei, a high-ranking manager of the Righteous Qi Altar. This man had always been on good terms with Yuwen Po, and Yuwen Po didn't hide anything from him, angrily saying, "It's all because of that little girl from the Xue family."
Hearing this, Li Jingguo couldn't help but laugh, "What? With your youthful good looks and family background, Brother Yuwen, you can't even handle a novice girl?"
Yuwen Po said helplessly, "She's my father's personal disciple. He dotes on her and specifically instructed me not to have any improper thoughts. I wanted to win her over with my sincerity, but she doesn't care at all. It's infuriating."
Li Jingguo teased, "Oh, you, Young Master Yuwen, are usually quite the ladies' man, with countless beauties willing to share your bed, yet now you can't even handle a virgin?" "?"
Yuwen Po recalled Meng Ying's repeated rejections of his invitations over the past few days, yet she went to see Mo Tianhen herself. He slammed his wine cup heavily on the table and said fiercely, "Speaking of this makes me angry! That girl has rejected my invitations time and time again, but behind my back she's been going to see that good-for-nothing Mo Tianhen. Am I, the son of the Vice Master, really inferior to that useless brat?"
Yuwen Po's stomp stopped the conversation among the assembled guests, who all turned to look at him. After a moment of silence following his complaint, a burst of mocking laughter erupted. A scholar said, "Brother Yuwen, no wonder you've been so gloomy these past few days. It turns out your beloved woman was snatched away by a good-for-nothing."
Another scholar chimed in, his words laced with self-satisfaction: "Indeed, that day, Brother Yuwen and I saw Xue Mengying go after that good-for-nothing. Brother Yuwen almost drew his sword to kill him! Luckily, I held him back with my life, otherwise, if he had really killed him, our Vice Master would have had to put righteousness before family."
At this moment, a scholar in golden robes approached Yuwen Po and said, "That brat Mo Tianhen is truly hateful. That day, I finally managed to arrange to practice swordsmanship with Senior Sister Yan at the training ground, but he barged in halfway through. I was so angry that I taught him a lesson, but Senior Sister Yan defended him and scolded me instead. It's infuriating!"
The speaker was none other than Senior Brother Jin, whose real name was Jin Weizong, who had practiced swordsmanship with Yan Yinshuang at the training ground that day. His father was also an instructor at the Righteous Qi Altar, holding a high position.
Hearing that Mo Tianhen was being "protected" by the popular goddess, the refined people at the table instantly forgot Yuwen Po's troubles and began to chatter amongst themselves.
Some began speculating about the relationship between Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang; some cursed Mo Tianhen, calling him a toad lusting after a swan; others were jealous that Mo Tianhen had an "unclear" relationship with two beauties. Various conjectures escalated to the point where some even concluded that "Mo Tianhen had already been having an affair with the two beauties" and that "he must have used underhanded methods to steal their hearts and souls"—such despicable conclusions.
Yuwen Po, listening to the increasingly vulgar chatter, grew impatient and slammed his fist on the table, shouting, "Shut up, all of you!"
His father held the highest position among the young men at the table, making him the "highest leader" among them.
With a shout, the entire table fell silent. The group of scholars exchanged glances, no longer speaking. Yuwen Po's face was flushed, clearly affected by the vile remarks just now. The thought that had sprouted in his mind that day had fermented again. His eyes were vicious as he looked around at everyone and said, "I want Mo Tianhen to disappear from Xue Mengying's sight. Does anyone have a good plan to make him leave the Righteous Qi Altar forever?"
A simple-minded scholar said, "Leave forever? Simple, just kill him."
"No!" Yuwen Po's eyes were bloodshot, and he said viciously, "I want to ruin his reputation, I want Xue Mengying to despise him, I want him to be unable to hold his head up in front of the world!"
The scholars were all shocked to see Yuwen Po's almost insane appearance. Jin Weizong tentatively said, "Brother Yuwen, why not just make him disappear? Why not find a pretext to kill him without anyone knowing? Why go through all this trouble? If we make a mistake and let Master Yuwen find out, I'm afraid he won't let it go."
Yuwen Po said, "So what if my father finds out? Does he think he can kill me? Would he take his own son's life for a mere piece of trash? Besides, since he touched my woman, this is the price. Letting him die is too easy for him!"
Jin Weizong smiled bitterly, "Brother Yuwen, please think it over."
"Think it over again! If you keep thinking like this, you'll lose all your women!"
Yuwen Po was never one to listen to advice, and now, even more agitated, he slammed his hand on the table, downed his wine in one gulp, smashed the white jade cup to pieces, and stormed out amidst the trembling stares of the crowd.
Yuwen Po staggered out of the Wuqu Tower, wandering aimlessly through the inner chambers. Before he knew it, he had arrived at a red-light district in Qingluo City.
The Righteous Qi Altar strictly forbade its disciples from entering brothels, but the military system on the southwestern border employed a rotation system. Soldiers on rotation would briefly rest in Qingluo City, and to satisfy the lustful desires of these soldiers, Qingluo City had no shortage of brothels.
At this moment, Yuwen Po watched as young soldiers, each with a beautifully dressed girl in their arms, walked past him. Thinking of Mengying's rejection of him and her enthusiasm for Mo Tianhen, his jealousy resurfaced. He stamped his foot in anger, turned back, and headed towards the inner palace.
Xue Mengying had just returned from dinner with friends. After their meal, her friends went for a walk in Qingluo City. She was alone in her room in the nearby single-room dormitory complex. The dark surroundings made her slightly afraid as she copied the "Order of Righteousness."
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door, startling her. Her pen trembled, and a string of ink droplets flew out, staining the page she had just copied. Mengying pouted and sighed, "Oh no, I have to rewrite it. So unlucky!"
Frustrated, the knocking became more urgent and forceful. Mengying had no choice but to put down her pen and run to open the door.
The wooden door opened, revealing an unexpected face. Mengying stammered, "Senior Brother Yuwen, it's you?"
The person at the door was Yuwen Po, reeking of alcohol, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted and terrifying. He panted heavily, saying, "If it's not me, did you expect it to be that kid surnamed Mo?"
Sensing something amiss with Yuwen Po's expression, Mengying slightly closed the door a crack and asked, "Senior Brother, is something the matter?"
Yuwen Po noticed her small movement, quickly bracing the door with one hand and one foot, slowly pushing the wooden door open and forcing his way in, saying fiercely as he pushed, "If that kid surnamed Mo came knocking on your door, you'd probably open it wide to welcome him, right? Why are you closing the door when you see me?"
Mengying was not strong enough, and Yuwen Po was drunk and didn't know his own strength. The wooden door was quickly pushed open, and Yuwen Po, his face filled with murderous intent, strode into the room!
Mengying was pushed aside by the force, confused, and asked in surprise, "Senior Brother Yuwen? What are you doing?"
Yuwen Po leaned closer, his mouth, reeking of alcohol, close to Mengying's delicate face. Ignoring Mengying's disgusted frown, he gripped her rounded shoulders tightly and roughly pressed her against the wall, saying fiercely, "My family has a long history of martial arts, and our martial arts and character are both top-notch. How are we inferior to that kid surnamed Mo? You fawn over him but are indifferent to me. Why? Do you know that from childhood to adulthood, no woman has ever dared to refuse me! What makes you dare!"
Yuwen Po was spouting nonsense, his increasingly heavy breathing spraying onto Mengying's fair face. His breath, reeking of alcohol, made her face flush slightly pink, indicating that she was somewhat drunk.
Mengying, unable to contain her anger, widened her adorable, black pearl-like eyes and retorted, "Brother Tianhen is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you! I just don't like you and I'll reject you. Why shouldn't I dare?"
She completely forgot that she was being held down and unable to move.
"Better than me?" Hearing Mengying's retort, Yuwen Po looked into her defiant, clear eyes and felt a surge of jealousy. Then, a large mouth reeking of alcohol suddenly attacked, swiftly covering Mengying's rosy, delicate lips!
Startled by the sudden attack, Mengying froze instantly. Never having experienced anything like this before, her mind went blank. For a moment, she couldn't even comprehend that her first kiss was being forcibly taken by a drunken, arrogant bully!
Yuwen Po greedily sucked on Meng Ying's delicate lips for a while. Seeing that Meng Ying was still too nervous to react, a sense of triumph and pleasure welled up inside him. He then boldly extended his tongue, probing into Meng Ying's sweet and moist mouth, capturing her delicate tongue and teasing it relentlessly.
The foreign substance, reeking of alcohol, invaded her fragrant mouth, making Meng Ying dizzy and weak-kneed.
The fragrant liquor of Wuqu Tower was already intoxicating, and she was someone who got drunk easily from drinking too much. Yuwen Po's spray and probe had already made her somewhat drunk. Coupled with the loss of her first kiss, her mind was in turmoil, and she didn't react for a long time. She just stood there blankly, letting Yuwen Po, who had long coveted her beauty, take liberties with her at will!
Yuwen Po intensified his wolfish kisses on Meng Ying's pink lips, his tongue relentlessly entwining with her fragrant, tender tongue, sipping her sweet saliva and continuously pouring his own alcohol-smelling, filthy saliva into her mouth. His
right hand, which had been resting on Meng Ying's shoulder, now climbed to her breasts, reveling in the firm, supple shape of the round-faced girl's breasts, fondling and kneading her ample bosom through the soft fabric!
Yuwen Po savored Meng Ying's moist lips and soft breasts, panting as he pulled away. He noticed two rosy blushes on the girl's fair cheeks, adding a touch of allure to her originally clear and pure beauty. Her breath was rapid, and her previously wide-open eyes were now half-closed due to her drunkenness, a bewildered blankness flashing in them. This only made him find the girl before him even more adorable and breathtakingly beautiful!
With such a beauty before him, Yuwen Po had no time for politeness. He had come specifically for this, and now the opportunity had inexplicably appeared before him. His mind, clouded by alcohol and lust, was no longer restrained. He swiftly and skillfully unbuttoned Meng Ying's dark blue brocade outer garment, roughly tearing off her inner satin embroidered butterfly and flower pocket. A pair of beautifully shaped, fair, firm, and translucent breasts bounced out, glistening with pink, plum-petal-like dewdrops, creating a dazzling wave of flesh!
This wasn't the first time Yuwen Po had seen Meng Ying's body, but being so close still caused his lower body to swell dramatically. Even with his vast experience with women, this was the first time he had seen such rounded, white, and supple breasts. Overjoyed, he excitedly kissed Meng Ying's slightly parted cherry lips, his tongue continuing to tease her tender tongue, continuously spraying the smell of alcohol into her mouth, further eroding the girl's already hazy consciousness. His hands once again covered those jade peaks, forcefully grabbing, pinching, kneading, and rubbing, transforming those warm and supple girl's breasts into various lewd shapes!
After playing with them for a while, Yuwen Po was no longer satisfied with the invasion of his mouth and hands. His groin was already painfully swollen, eagerly anticipating entering the secret passage of a girl who had never been touched. So he decided to deflower Meng Ying first, and then slowly enjoy this exquisite youthful body!
The sinful right hand, which had kneaded Meng Ying's breasts, leaving numerous red marks, slowly slipped inside the girl's brocade silk skirt. Two fingers extended, passing through the soft, lush grass, and caressed a mysterious area never before touched by anyone!
In her hazy state, Meng Ying felt a coolness on her chest, immediately followed by two burning sensations. Her mouth was constantly filled with the stench of alcohol and a strange, sticky fluid carrying the scent of alcohol, making her extremely uncomfortable. Then, the burning sensation on her chest moved up and down against her private parts. The sudden attack on her sensitive private parts made Meng Ying shudder. She wasn't aroused, but rather dazed from the alcohol. Now, with the stimulation of her private parts, the effects of the alcohol dissipated, and she instantly became mostly awake.
She saw a face she loathed pressed against hers, a tongue reeking of nausea still lodged in her mouth, relentlessly chasing her own. The ugly man's hands were kneading her breasts with one hand and digging into her private parts under her skirt with the other!
Feeling terrified at being seen and violated by someone she disliked, Mengying realized her hands were still free. Without thinking, she delivered a powerful "Repel Stance" to Yuwen Po's face.
Yuwen Po, engrossed in the kiss, was caught off guard and Mengying's punch sent his head twitching and tongue flying, splattering saliva all over her face. Mengying
felt utterly disgusted. In a fit of rage, she followed up with another powerful "Unstoppable Stance," striking Yuwen Po in the back, causing him to vomit bile and spray his saliva onto the floor.
Having vented his pent-up alcohol, Yuwen Po sobered up somewhat. Fearing his father's punishment, the thought of fleeing Meng Ying's room in a disheveled state, ignoring the filth in his mouth, he vanished.
Seeing him run out without looking back, Meng Ying, remembering being seen naked and then groped by this disgusting drunken playboy, though thankfully not having lost her virginity, felt a pang of bitterness. Her nose stung with tears, and she crouched down, hugging her knees, sobbing, "Brother Tianhen, where are you…?"
Since Qingluo hadn't returned yet, no one had witnessed Yuwen Po's beastly behavior.
However, just as he was about to succeed, he encountered fierce resistance, suffering two blows from the Military Soul Fist and ending up in such a sorry state. Despite his pride and arrogance, his fear was gradually replaced by anger.
He muttered bitterly to himself, "Xue Mengying, you won't listen to reason, so I'll make Mo Tianhen wish he were dead!" His spoiled upbringing had warped his character, and now he blamed Mo Tianhen entirely for Mengying's unyielding behavior, never considering what he himself had done to be so repulsive.
*** *** ***
While Mengying was being taken advantage of by Yuwen Po, Mo Tianhen had already followed Nangong Lihen to the Lonely Hill, preparing to begin cultivating the Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation, completely unaware that the only pretty girl he was close to in the Righteous Qi Altar had been taken advantage of by that detestable playboy.
"Boy, have you memorized the book I gave you the other day?"
Mo Tianhen replied confidently, "Yes, sir. I can answer any question about any meridian."
"Oh? Is that so?" Nangong Lihen didn't even look at him. He stepped out with the Bagua Strange Steps, circling around Mo Tianhen. His hands moved with incredible speed, tapping Mo Tianhen's shoulders, torso, thighs, and back more than ten times. With each tap, Mo Tianhen felt a surge of heat enter his body, flowing along a strange trajectory to the eighth level of his body, then forming a circle, circulating endlessly.
Mo Tianhen felt a surge of heat coursing through his limbs and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, are you transferring your power to me?"
Nangong Lihen countered, "Do you enjoy getting something for nothing?"
Mo Tianhen quickly explained, "No, no, I'm just curious about what you're doing, Senior."
Nangong Lihen explained, "I just channeled my true energy to mark the location of your Yin meridians. The flow of true energy you're feeling right now is where your Yin meridians are located."
Mo Tianhen remained silent, silently sensing the trajectory of the true energy flowing through his meridians. This feeling was extremely similar to when he practiced the Righteous Qi Cultivation Method, but the location of the true energy flow was vastly different. It flowed like a rushing river, unobstructed, without the sluggish feeling he experienced when circulating through his Yang meridians.
Upon realizing that his true energy was no longer stagnant within his body, Mo Tianhen was overjoyed. He then heard
Nangong Lihen say, "You should guide your true energy from the Ren meridian into the Qian meridian, circulate it once, and then guide it back to the Du meridian from the Kun meridian." Mo Tianhen did as instructed, and felt that his true energy had grown considerably after circulating once in the Yin meridian. However, when it entered the Du meridian, it encountered an obstacle, like a flood encountering a pot's spout, and he could only squeeze the true energy in little by little.
Seeing this, Nangong Lihen's crimson eyes flashed, and he said, "This is the basic cultivation of Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation. It involves entering Yin from Yang and returning Yang from Yin, merging the two major meridians into a Taiji cycle, repeatedly strengthening them infinitely. In your current situation, your Yin meridians are wide and unobstructed, while your Yang meridians are blocked and stagnant. True Qi can enter Yin from Yang, but it's difficult to return from Yin to Yang. If this continues, the true Qi will accumulate in the Yin meridians for a long time, and the consequences are unpredictable."
Mo Tianhen, however, was not worried. He had finally found unobstructed meridians, and his cultivation breakthrough had regained hope. He was temporarily satisfied and then asked, "Senior, what you just taught me was an internal energy cultivation method. Are there any external cultivation techniques to assist me?"
Nangong Lihen... Hen replied, “Yin Yang Tian Qi is merely internal energy cultivation. My techniques are all self-created. Without a profound foundation in the principles of Yi Jing, one cannot truly grasp their essence. That day, I observed your swordsmanship. It was incredibly varied and exquisite, the finest technique in the world, yet it lacked spirit and essence, merely possessing the form. If you were to master that swordsmanship, its power would rival the techniques I created.”
Hearing even Nangong Lihen praise Mo Kuang Ba Wu, Mo Tianhen felt even more disheartened. He said, “Senior, you are unaware that what I practiced that day was the Mo Kuang Ba Wu, passed down through the Mo family for a thousand years. This swordsmanship requires sword intent to unleash its full power. I am unworthy; I can only practice the moves, never cultivating sword intent.”
“Hmm?” Nangong Lihen pondered for a moment and asked, “When you unleash your moves, do you truly never display sword intent?”
Mo Tianhen thought for a moment and remembered the night of the Mo family tragedy, when he had unleashed the sword intent of “Sword Severing the Path of Demons and Evil.” He then recounted the events of that time to Nangong Lihen.
Nangong Lihen said, "The so-called sword intent is the intent of the mind. Among the highest swordsmen in the martial world, there is the saying 'heart sword,' which is the most superior sword intent. In essence, it is the spirit. I have only encountered two such masters so far. One was defeated by me, and the other escaped halfway through the battle before the outcome was decided. But without exception, their sword intent gave me endless enjoyment. Boy, if you want to cultivate sword intent, you must train your mind. The stronger your mind and the stronger your spirit, the stronger your sword intent will be. The day you unleashed your sword intent was because you witnessed your friend's tragic death. In an instant, your mind went berserk, and your emotions intensified, thus triggering the true essence of the sword move."
After hearing Chaos Gentleman's words, Mo Tianhen suddenly understood. It wasn't that he hadn't asked his father about sword intent, but this kind of thing could only be understood intuitively and could not be explained in words. Mo Zongtian himself had only practiced sword intent halfway, knowing only the meaning but not the principle, let alone being able to give Mo Tianhen such a detailed explanation.
Nangong Lihen continued, "You have already mastered the location of the meridians. I will now teach you the breathing techniques and circulation methods."
He then recited the techniques one by one. Mo Tianhen listened attentively. The Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation Cultivation Method was very different from the Righteous Qi Heart Method. It aimed to cultivate Yin and Yang in a balanced and harmonious way. The breathing process was also much more complicated than the latter. Mo Tianhen memorized them all and was just waiting to put them into practice.
Half an hour later, Nangong Lihen finished reciting all the incantations and asked, "Boy, have you memorized them?"
Mo Tianhen confidently replied, "I've memorized them all."
Nangong Lihen nodded and said, "Your memory is not bad. Give me back the Yin-Yang Pulse Diagram."
Mo Tianhen took out a small book from his robes and handed it over with both hands, asking, "Senior, you lent me this book so I would memorize it. Why didn't you test me today?"
Nangong Lihen said, "I gave you this book only to see how good your memory is. If you can memorize the whole book within three days, you will naturally remember what I taught you today. If you can't memorize it within three days and want to get away with it, you won't remember the incantations today either. Why would I need to test you? The Chaos Lord's time is not for being a teacher."
Mo Tianhen said with embarrassment, "Senior is truly a genius..."
Nangong Lihen waved his hand and said, "No need to flatter me." " I have already guided you through the Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation. From now on, your cultivation depends entirely on yourself. I will be leaving soon, so don't disappoint me."
Mo Tianhen bowed deeply to Nangong Lihen, clasped his hands in a salute, and solemnly said, "I will never forget your kindness in giving me a second chance, sir. I will diligently practice martial arts in the future, and after I have personally killed my enemies, I will definitely come to let you fight to your heart's content."
Nangong Lihen turned around, put his hands behind his back, and said to Mo Tianhen, "Ha, then you better protect your own life. Don't die at the hands of your enemies before you come to find me."
After pausing, he continued, "I'll give you one last piece of advice. The person who fought me that day, like you, possessed both Yin and Yang meridians!"
Mo Tianhen was startled. Before he could ask any questions, he saw the Chaos Gentleman gracefully depart like a swan, reciting a poem of disdain for the heavens, leaving him only with a majestic and distant figure.
*** *** ***
Yuwen Po angrily returned to the Lu Cun Room of Wuqu Tower. The banquet was almost over, with only Li Jingguo and Jin Weizong still whispering among themselves. Seeing him return disheveled and dejected, with an unpleasant expression, they couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother Yuwen, why have you returned?"
Yuwen Po walked over and sat down, dejectedly saying, "It's all because of Xue Mengying."
Li Jingguo suddenly chuckled, "Did you just go to see Miss Xue and get a bad reception again?"
Yuwen Po glared at him but didn't speak, tacitly agreeing.
Li Jingguo's eyes darted around, and he said, "Regarding what Brother Yuwen just mentioned, I've come up with an idea that can ruin his reputation without your father finding out later. However, you'll have to have the guts to do it."
Yuwen Po knew he had some cunning, so he quickly asked, "Tell me about it!"
Li Jingguo slowly sipped his fragrant liquor and uttered two words unhurriedly: "Poison!"
Yuwen Po frowned and said, "What good is poison? It only cripples him."
Li Jingguo smiled mysteriously and said, "No, no, it's not poisoning Mo Tianhen, but poisoning your father!"
These words exploded in Yuwen Po's ears like a thunderclap, making him gasp for breath. Jin Weizong, standing beside him, was also dumbfounded, unable to understand why Li Jingguo would come up with such a plan.
Li Jingguo slowly sipped his wine, shaking his head as he said, "Brother Yuwen, don't panic. My idea is to poison your father and then pin the blame on Mo Tianhen, making it public. This way, he won't be able to stay in the Righteous Qi Altar, and
your father won't be able to cause you any trouble. What do you think?" Yuwen Po's breathing grew heavier, his heart pounding. For a woman and a good-for-nothing, he was actually going to kill his own father? Could he really do such a beastly thing?
In his hesitation, a thought became the last straw that broke the camel's back: From childhood to adulthood, all women had been at his beck and call, but this woman was the one he couldn't have. If Mo Tianhen ended up getting her first, would he be willing? Would
he be willing? When resentment turned into anger, when rejection was considered a disgrace, the twisted mentality of never having been "disobeyed" by his peers since childhood was consumed by revenge. Yuwen Po's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched, and his gaze fierce and determined as he said to Li Jingguo, "Tell me your plan in detail!"
Li Jingguo smiled again, a smug look on his face, and put away his folding fan, telling Yuwen Po everything he had in mind. Jin Weizong wanted to make an excuse to leave, but Yuwen Po forcibly pulled him in. A conspiracy against Mo Tianhen was quietly laid out in the brightly lit and prosperous Wuqu Tower!
*** *** ***
Just as Yuwen Po and his two companions were plotting against Mo Tianhen, a long-awaited guest arrived at a secluded cabin outside Qingluo City. The rotten wooden door was kicked open, and a handsome and sinister-looking man in black and a pale, thin man each carried a blood-soaked, unconscious man in black into the room.
Ignoring the dusty bed, the two men placed the burly man on their backs.
As soon as he was put down, the handsome yet sinister-looking man nearly collapsed, a metallic taste rising in his throat. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, swallowing it back down.
A gaunt man beside him hurriedly supported him, saying with concern, "Young Master, you are seriously injured. Please rest!"
These four were the masked men who had escaped from Nangong Lihen's clutches. At this moment, Jing Sha Qiong Yan was severely injured and unconscious, on the verge of death. Qing Mei, though seriously injured from the impact of her own formation, had regained consciousness halfway through.
Of the four, the young master was the most severely injured, but relying on his profound inner strength, he led his subordinates all the way to their secret hideout.
The young master waved his hand, signaling Qing Mei to step back, then placed his palms against Jing Sha Qiong Yan's back and began to circulate his inner energy to heal the two and prolong their lives.
Qingmei, startled and not daring to disturb her young master's cultivation, knelt heavily and pleaded, "Young master, your injuries are too severe; you really shouldn't expend any more energy. If anything happens to you..."
Before she could finish, the young master interrupted, "You are all my capable men, who have followed me through thick and thin these past years, working tirelessly for Father's grand plan. In my heart, you are my brothers, Huyan Nixin's brothers! So, say no more!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was resounding. Hearing the word "brothers," Qingmei felt a lump in her throat. She tried to hold back for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the gushing tears and collapsed to the ground, sobbing.
Huyan Nixin's words, "brothers," calmed Qingmei down, and he focused even more intently on his cultivation. When he finished three quarters of an hour later, he was drenched in sweat, his face ashen.
Qingmei quickly helped him sit down. He was extremely weak at the moment, but he comforted Qingmei, saying, "The Nightmare of the Frightened One is no longer a problem. Once your injuries have healed a little, you can take them back to the manor together."
Qingmei, sensing the unspoken meaning, couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, aren't you going back together?"
Huyan Nixin smiled faintly, saying, "While I was practicing my internal energy just now, I thought of another plan. I can use my severely injured body to complete this plan."
Upon hearing that this plan required severe injury, Qingmei was alarmed, exclaiming, "Young Master, please reconsider! This is too dangerous!"
The young master replied, "It's alright. With my severe injuries, I only have about 30% of my power left. I can suppress my aura without using the Qi-Suppressing Powder, which will make things easier. However, you should be careful about one thing..." The young master
paused, suppressing the churning internal injuries within him, and continued, "I was forced to use some of my true abilities in my battle with that madman. The Glazed Breath of the Crystal should have sensed it. You must prevent the Cloud Light Glazed Pagoda from making any moves."
Qingmei bowed and said "Yes," her eyes... Still showing signs of worry, the young master reassured him, "I have a well-thought-out plan, so you can rest assured. When you return, convey my mission to Jue Li: keep an eye on the movements of the Cloud Light Glazed Pagoda, and make sure it doesn't discover our whereabouts!"
Seeing that he was determined, Qingmei knelt on one knee and gritted her teeth, saying, "Your subordinate obeys!"
Huyan Nixin nodded slightly and said, "Yes, you are also injured. Go and rest. I also need to heal my injuries."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and began to circulate his energy, no longer speaking, but silently chanting in his heart, "Nangong Lihen, one day you will die by my hand. As for Mo Tianhen, hmph! We will meet again soon!"
At the same time that the masked young master was fighting fiercely with Nangong Lihen, far away from Qingluo City, in the heart of the Central Plains, green mountains formed a natural walled city, with temples and pavilions layered upon layer throughout the city.
A magnificent, gleaming pagoda, cast in glazed glass, stood in the center of the walled city, its light shining brightly amidst the solemn temples. The monks within continued their daily chanting and Buddhist practices, the air filled with the clear, serene sounds of their chanting.
Suddenly, a burst of golden light erupted from the nearly transparent pagoda, its dazzling radiance spreading freely across its surface, reaching the clouds and bathing the verdant mountain landscape in a golden glow!
Stunned by this golden light, a meditating monk in an ancient meditation room within the temple abruptly opened his eyes, exclaiming in astonishment, "Hmm? The glazed glass's aura is strange; how could this be?"

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