Unbridled lust

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With a "thump," amidst the flying dust, Wang Laoshi knelt heavily on the ground, then crawled several feet on his knees, prostrating himself and pleading, "General Zanha, my granddaughter is ugly and coarse, truly unworthy of a young hero like the young prince... This old man is destitute, having only earned enough in his entire life to run a small teahouse. Yesterday, I sold some silver, which I offer to the general as a token of my respect. I hope you can put in a good word for her with the young prince..." He didn't dare raise his head, only extending his withered, twig-like hands, holding a small yellow cloth package, and tremblingly presented it forward.

Before Wang Laoshi stood a blue-maned horse, on which sat a Yuan soldier general with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks. Upon seeing the package of silver, his eyes first lit up, then his face darkened, and he raised his whip high—a whip flashed, a crisp "crack" rang out, and Wang Laoshi clutched his face, screamed in pain, and fell to the side. The cloth package rolled twice in his hands, from which several ingots of silver fell out. Looking at Wang Laoshi again, a diagonal whip mark had appeared from his forehead to his wrist.

Zanha put away his whip, his triangular eyes narrowed, and he shrieked, "You audacious scoundrel, daring to bribe an official of the court! Come, take this old bastard and his family away, I will punish them severely!" Several Yuan soldiers responded, one stepped forward and held Wang Laoshi down, while the others pounced like tigers into the small hut behind him. Immediately afterward, a woman's cries mixed with men's curses rang out. Before long, they dragged and pulled out a girl of sixteen or seventeen and pushed her in front of Zanha's horse.

The girl was dressed in simple clothes, her fair face still showing signs of childhood, her large, watery eyes filled with terror. Seeing Wang Laoshi's miserable state, she cried out "Grandpa!" and burst into tears, covering her disheveled clothes with one hand, trying to rush to her grandfather's side, but was held back by two Yuan soldiers.

The general dismounted, first bending down to re-wrap the silver on the ground and stuff it into his pocket. Then he fondled the girl's breasts, extended two fingers, lifted her pointed chin, and lewdly said, "Little girl, blame yourself for being too beautiful. Instead of staying home, you're out running around. But being chosen by my young prince is a blessing you've accumulated over many lifetimes. Now come with us." He winked at his men, turned, climbed onto his horse, and swaggered off. The soldiers dragged Wang Laoshi and his grandson behind.

It was midday, and the streets were dotted with groups of people eating. Seeing this scene, they all fell silent, exchanging glances, each seeing the righteous indignation in the other's eyes, but none dared to make a move.

Having just reached the end of the street, the grandfather and granddaughter, who had been crying all the way, were now in despair. Pushed and shoved by the soldiers, they stumbled and fell behind Zanha's horse. Suddenly, the horse stopped, and the two, unable to stop in time, crashed into it. A young man in his early twenties blocked their path.

The general was startled, only then noticing someone blocking his way. He was always arrogant, riding his horse ostentatiously through Qianzhou City, where pedestrians always gave way. He always looked left and right, never looking ahead. Now, someone dared to block his way, and he flew into a rage. Without another word, he lashed out with his whip, striking the young man across the face.

Seeing a bloody welt about to appear on the young man's handsome face, both Wang Laoshi and his granddaughter closed their eyes, unable to bear the impending tragedy. But after a long while, the expected "crack" did not sound. Anxious, they opened their eyes.

Unexpectedly, the young man was completely unharmed, calmly gripping the whip's tip as if it were a dry twig, even with a playful expression on his face. Meanwhile, Zanha's face was contorted, turning purple, veins bulging on his forehead, his arm trembling slightly, unable to pull the whip back an inch.

Knowing he was outmatched, Zanha, still pulling the whip, glared with his triangular eyes and shrieked, "What are you all standing there for? Attack!" Seeing this, the Yuan soldiers knew they had met their match, and a sense of fear crept in. However, their leader was notoriously vengeful in the royal palace; disobeying his orders now would surely lead to trouble upon their return. Reluctantly, they had no choice but to steel themselves and charge forward.

Wang Laoshi, seeing his soldiers draw their swords one after another, pressing towards the young man, his heart, which had just settled, leaped again.

The young man, however, remained unfazed. He nodded and smiled at the Yuan soldiers, tucking the hem of his robe into his waistband with his free hand, his expression calm and composed, which made the Yuan soldiers even more hesitant to approach.

Seeing his men's fear, Zanha roared, "A bunch of useless trash! How have I taught you? Go and chop this little brat to pieces!" The Yuan soldiers had no choice but to charge forward with their swords.

The young man smiled slightly, then twisted his waist and kicked out. Two muffled thuds were heard, and the two leading Yuan soldiers were sent flying.

Seeing this, Wang Laoshi knew the young man must be a martial arts master. Like a drowning man suddenly grasping a straw, he was overjoyed, as if his injuries had lessened considerably. He and his granddaughter helped each other to their feet.

The remaining Yuan soldiers looked at each other, not daring to take another step forward.

Just now, a fleeting shadow of a leg flashed, and the two companions were sent flying far away like torn sacks. Even though they were usually arrogant and domineering, they were now terrified, knowing that saving their own lives was the most important thing. They didn't care how the leader would punish them later.

Seeing that no one dared to step forward, the young man turned around and said to Zanha on horseback indifferently, "Have you seen enough? You can get off now." Before he finished speaking, dust splattered on the ground, and Zanha cried out in pain as he was thrown heavily to the ground.

Zanha rolled twice on the ground, then scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state. This time, he was wiser, bowing respectfully and saying, "Your strength is truly admirable. Today's events were most likely... a misunderstanding, haha, a misunderstanding. My young prince and princess have always enjoyed associating with martial arts heroes. May I ask which school you belong to, and what your honorable name is? I will inform the young prince, and we will certainly invite you to stay at our residence for a few days." Although these words sounded grand and proper, his weasel-like appearance made them sound completely out of place.

The young man glanced at him contemptuously and sneered, "You want to lure me into the manor and then kill me? Hmph, such childish tricks, I advise you not to embarrass yourself with them. Let me tell you, if you want to live, don't even think about this old man and young boy anymore, and get as far away as possible." His scheme exposed, Zanha was furious, his face turning ashen. He really wanted to chop the boy in front of him into mincemeat and feed him to the dogs, but he knew that with his few men, he would never gain any advantage. He could only have two men help him up, one on each side, and the group left dejectedly, not even daring to ride their horses.

Once the Yuan soldiers were far away, Wang Laoshi, pulling his granddaughter, came before the young man, knelt down, and was about to kowtow. The young man hurriedly helped them up, saying, "Old man, there's no need for such formalities. This is simply our duty as martial artists..." Seemingly unwilling to engage in further pleasantries, he paused and added, "Those people, once they leave, will surely bring reinforcements for revenge. We cannot linger here. You two must leave the city as soon as possible to avoid trouble." With that, he helped the two onto their horses, took the reins himself, and the three of them rode towards the city gate.

The three were focused on their journey, unaware that in a corner not far behind them, a woman in white was watching them thoughtfully, her beautiful eyes sparkling. She had witnessed everything that had just happened.

The woman frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then suddenly twisted her slender waist, and in an instant, her graceful figure vanished, leaving only a faint, lingering fragrance that slowly dissipated in this inconspicuous corner…

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"Sister, this thing is very valuable! Look, quickly pack it up. Don't underestimate its size; it's worth several pieces of gold!" A clear, melodious voice suddenly rang out in the storeroom of Master Huang's mansion.

In the dim candlelight, a young girl dressed in black night clothes was seen excitedly stuffing various gold and silver jewels from the storeroom into a cloth bag beside her as she spoke.

The warehouse was about five zhang in circumference, filled with boxes of all sizes. There were only two small open spaces, each a few feet square, for visitors to stand in. One of them had already been occupied by the girl who had spoken, while the other one was occupied by her older sister. She was similar in build and appearance to the girl from before, and they were clearly twin sisters.

The elder sister was bending over, sifting through a chest on the floor. Her slender waist, barely encircling her, stretched taut over her night clothes, creating a perfectly graceful curve. However, her movements were somewhat hesitant, and her expression lacked the composure of her younger sister. Before long, beads of sweat had appeared on her temples.

Suddenly, a sharp "clang" rang out, followed by a gasp. In her haste, the elder sister had accidentally broken a jade ruyi.

The younger sister, startled, quickly stopped, listened intently for a moment, and, confirming no one in the mansion had been disturbed, lightly touched the ground with her slender feet, gracefully landing beside her sister with a movements of exquisite beauty.

Seeing the shattered jade scepter in her sister's hand, her face immediately showed a look of despair. She muttered a complaint, "Sister, we're stealing! Can't you be a little more professional? Making such a racket, what if we wake up that 'Huang the Skinflint' guy? If he reports us to the authorities, we won't be able to give this to the poor!" Her sister nodded, still shaken, her beautiful eyes looking regretfully at the broken jade in her hand. A blush crept across her face, and she murmured, "Piaoxue, although we did this to help the poor,..." "...But burglary is always a lowly act in the martial arts world, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will damage the reputation of my Qingcheng Sect." The girl called Piaoxue blinked and pouted, "Oh, sister, you're always so old-fashioned. What's wrong with the Qingcheng Sect? We don't steal things for ourselves, it's called robbing the rich to help the poor. Didn't the Wudang Sect have a chivalrous thief named Zhang Yuanqiao back then? Besides, we take the things and leave, who knows if I'm from the Qingcheng Sect or the Hongcheng Sect?" Her words were both charming and smug.

The older sister frowned and scolded, "You're talking nonsense again. Zhang Yuanqiao has never stolen anything. The one you're talking about is his junior brother, Yin Cuishan. Also, you stole a hairpin from that Magistrate Liu's house the day before yesterday, and you put it on your head, didn't you?" Piaoxue's delicate face turned bright red with embarrassment after being exposed by her sister. Although she and her sister were twins, she was far less composed and perceptive than her sister. Often, when their father told her martial arts tales, she would memorize them hastily, then retell them offhand, sometimes making misunderstandings and misunderstandings. Coupled with her innocent and carefree nature, she had been captivated by an exquisite hairpin the other day, secretly putting it in her hair when her sister wasn't looking. However, she couldn't hide it from her sister.

Today, her sister had caught her, and although she was ashamed and angry, she couldn't argue back. But her sister was gentle and accommodating, usually indulging her, which had fostered her spoiled and willful habits. She wasn't one to suffer a loss easily. Now that she had lost the argument, she was determined to get her revenge.

The little girl's eyes darted around, and she already had an idea. She leaned against her sister's shoulder with a grin and said in a sweet voice, "Sister, Piaoxue knows she was wrong, hee... You look so beautiful when you're angry. If my future brother-in-law saw you like that, he'd be completely captivated. I wonder which lucky young man will be able to marry our Qingcheng's most beautiful woman, Miss Piaoyun." "You..." Ouyang Piaoyun was both ashamed and angry, her beautiful eyes widening, unable to speak for a moment, her eyes gradually reddening.

It turned out that several months ago, Ouyang Liangjie, the head of the Qingcheng Sect, had discussed with his wife about marrying their eldest daughter to his prized disciple, Ge Jiyuan. This would strengthen family ties and also bring them closer to his disciple's uncle, Ge Hongru, the head of the Kunlun Sect, allowing them to support each other. His wife, however, thought their daughter was too young and insisted on not agreeing. The couple's argument was overheard by their youngest daughter, who happened to be passing by.

The sisters Piaoyun and Piaoxue grew up with Ge Jiyuan, studying and practicing martial arts together. Sometimes, Ge Jiyuan would go to the mountains to gather herbs on their master's orders. Piaoyun was fine with it, but Piaoxue, lively and active, would follow her senior brother around like a little rabbit all day. As they spent more time together, she gradually developed feelings for him that were both sibling-like and romantic, though she remained oblivious. Then, overhearing her parents' words that her senior brother would soon marry her sister, she felt a sudden pang of sadness. Unable to vent her girlish feelings, she went to her sister's room and embellished the story.

She was uncomfortable, and her words were inevitably thoughtless. She didn't think much of it herself, but her sister was both embarrassed and angry.

Although Piaoyun was gentle and charming, she was very principled. Once she made up her mind, nothing could change it. She had no romantic feelings for her senior brother, but after hearing her sister's vivid description, she assumed their parents had already arranged the marriage. Overwhelmed with self-pity and neglecting her health, she fell seriously ill, which greatly frightened Piaoxue, who never dared to mention it again. Ouyang Liangjie also remained silent, presumably because his wife was stubborn and they couldn't reach an agreement, so the matter was shelved. However, Piaoyun developed a deep-seated resentment and often intentionally or unintentionally avoided Ge Jiyuan.

A few months later, the Huashan Sect Leader, Zhou Yuantong, celebrated his sixtieth birthday. According to martial arts custom, all the prestigious sects were required to attend and offer their congratulations, demonstrating the unity and solidarity of the martial arts world. Ouyang Liangjie, burdened with sect affairs, couldn't attend in person, so he wrote a letter and prepared a generous gift, sending his disciple Ge Jiyuan and daughter Piaoyun to offer their congratulations. Ostensibly, this was to allow his daughter to accompany her senior brother on his training journey, but in reality, it was to create an opportunity for the two of them to be alone.

Piaoxue had never traveled far before. Seeing her senior brother and sister about to descend the mountain while she remained cooped up at home, she was extremely reluctant. After more than ten days of pleading and cajoling, she finally agreed to go along.

Piaoxue descended Qingcheng Mountain full of joy, but after only a few days, she was greatly disappointed. She had hoped to enjoy the scenery and scenery along the way, but Ge Jiyuan felt a great responsibility, and his two junior sisters were so beautiful that they feared being targeted by the lewd men of the Demonic Sect. Therefore, he was extremely cautious and restrained throughout the journey.

Unable to do as she pleased, Piaoxue began to dislike her senior brother. She secretly encouraged her sister to split up with him, secretly planning to get rid of him later; her sister was much easier to fool.

Piaoyun, already resentful of being forced to travel with Ge Jiyuan, joined forces with the sisters and immediately began to challenge her senior brother.

Ge Jiyuan was quite troubled by his two charming junior sisters. Although he was extremely unwilling, one was as cold as ice, and the other was coquettish and infatuated, which he found unbearable. Fortunately, they were halfway through their journey and had basically left the territory of the Demonic Sect. Moreover, the two junior sisters were twins, and their minds were connected. Even when they fought side by side, he was no match for them, so he figured they wouldn't encounter any danger. Therefore, he reluctantly agreed, and the three agreed to meet at the foot of Mount Hua. They then separated and continued their journey that day.

Piaoxue, no longer under supervision, was like a bird released from its cage. She dragged her sister around, wandering here and there. A few days ago, for some reason, she became obsessed with robbing the rich to help the poor. So, she somehow obtained two sets of night clothes and went to the homes of the rich every night to steal. She would then distribute the gold and silver to the local poor, while carrying the jewelry and jade with her to sell in other places and distribute again. She didn't care whether the rich or the poor were heartless; she would just take what she wanted and leave. In addition, she possessed martial arts skills from a prestigious sect, so wherever she went, thefts occurred frequently, but most of them were left unsolved.

Piaoyun felt deeply that her younger sister's misbehavior was inappropriate, but having always spoiled her since childhood, she would only offer a few words of advice, only to inevitably give in in the end. However, Piaoxue, without thinking, brought up old grievances, immediately touching a raw nerve with Piaoyun. Her eyes welled up with tears, like a river bursting its banks.

Although mischievous, Piaoxue was not ignorant; she regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. Seeing that she had upset her sister, she felt quite guilty and quickly said, "Sister, don't cry. I was just talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart..." Her younger sister tried to comfort her, but Piaoyun wouldn't listen. She lost all interest in the gold and silver jewelry before her, stamped her foot, rushed out of the house, and before Piaoxue could follow, gracefully leaped onto the roof.

Just as she regained her footing, she heard a sigh from behind: "Such a beautiful woman, why did you become a thief? What a pity, what a pity!" Startled, Piaoyun turned around without even wiping away her tears. She saw a man standing proudly on a corner of the rooftop under the moonlight, staring intently at her.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, over eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, imposing and extraordinary. He had a square face with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a broad nose, and full lips, and his gaze was restrained, clearly indicating he was a master of internal martial arts.

"I am Leng Aotian, please enlighten me, young lady," the man said calmly, his eyes fixed on the girl before him, radiating an aura of intimidation that instilled an overwhelming sense of despair.

"Leng…Leng Aotian?" Piaoyun's heart skipped a beat, and she inwardly groaned.

It is said that Leng Aotian is the last disciple of the current Wudang sect leader. Although he is only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, his martial arts skills are all inherited from his master. He has also practiced the Wudang's secret Heaven and Earth Limitless Skill since childhood. By the time he finished his training and descended the mountain, he had become the number one expert in the Wudang sect. Even the current Wudang sect leader, Daoist Liuyang, was humbled by this junior brother. Since entering the martial world, he has punished evil and never tasted defeat. His chivalrous name resounds throughout the Central Plains martial arts world, and he has become a leader among the younger generation.

"Is he...is he going to fight me? But...Piaoxue and I are not yet skilled in martial arts, and we have no experience in the martial world. How can we defeat this great hero Leng? Unless my senior brother is here, the three of us might be able to put up a fight. But now..." At this moment, Piaoxue missed her senior brother.

Wang

Laoshi trembled with fear, his coarse cloth clothes soaked with sweat. A slight breeze sent chills down his spine. His granddaughter nestled in his arms, biting her lip tightly. Her large, watery eyes peered past the tall, protective figure blocking their path, scrutinizing each of the villains with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

In the eyes of the grandfather and granddaughter, the two men and one woman before them were no different from Zanha from before—just thugs from the Shun Ning Prince's mansion.

After sizing each other up for a moment, a fair-skinned middle-aged monk among the three sneered, "Amitabha, I wondered which young hero it was, but it turns out to be the esteemed disciple of Master Ouyang of the Qingcheng Sect. It's been several months; Brother Ge's martial arts must have improved considerably, haven't they?" This young man was none other than Ge Jiyuan. He had gone to the foot of Mount Hua to meet his two junior sisters as agreed, but encountered Yuan soldiers committing atrocities in Qianzhou City. He immediately intervened and quelled this injustice.

He glanced at the middle-aged monk, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, "Oh, so it's Master Wax Spear. That sword strike last time, I suppose your injury has healed considerably?" The monk's expression changed, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He hailed from Baocheng Temple in Sichuan, but despite being a monk, he was fond of sensual pleasures and had committed countless acts of womanizing in the area. He had once been stabbed in the right leg by Ge Jiyuan's sword, forcing him to flee Sichuan and seek refuge in the Shun Ning Prince's mansion. His original nickname was "Iron Spear Monk," a boast about his enormous penis. Now, Ge Jiyuan called him "Wax Spear Master," a mockery of his impressive appearance but lack of substance. How could he not be furious?

The Iron Spear Monk took a deep breath, flicked his iron rod, and cried out, "Brother Ge, I have never forgotten that sword strike you delivered that day. Today, as we meet again, let me repay your past kindness!" Before he finished speaking, he unleashed a "Mountain-Splitting Stance," the iron rod carrying a gust of wind as it hurtled straight towards Ge Jiyuan's face. Ge Jiyuan dodged, simultaneously drawing his sword and unleashing the Qingcheng Sword Technique. In an instant, the sword flashed, enveloping the Iron Spear Monk.

The Iron Spear Monk used a set of coiled dragon staff techniques, an essential introductory martial art for staff practitioners. While the moves themselves weren't particularly remarkable, when executed, they were powerful and heavy, creating a formidable force. Therefore, although Ge Jiyuan's martial arts skills far surpassed his, he couldn't defeat him in the short term.

After fighting for over twenty rounds, Ge Jiyuan was secretly astonished, thinking, "How could this lecherous monk's skill have improved so much in just a few months? At this rate, although I can eventually defeat him, my own internal energy will be greatly depleted. Judging from the relaxed demeanor of that old man and woman, their martial arts must be quite formidable. If they engage in a series of attacks, how will I have a chance to win? My death is nothing, but those two helpless grandfather and grandson will likely be captured and tortured—that's absolutely unacceptable!" Thinking this, he launched a rapid attack, forcing the Iron Spear Monk to retreat several steps. Leaping backward and flying far away, he shouted, "Halt!" The Iron Spear Monk slammed his staff on the ground and sneered, "Brother Ge, do you intend to admit defeat? That's easy, come with us back to the Prince's Mansion to accept your punishment!" Ge Jiyuan ignored him, sheathed his sword, and addressed the two men in the distance, "Although I have never met you before, you must both be renowned figures in the martial arts world. Do you intend to emulate those petty thieves who rely on numbers to win?" Although he spoke to the two men, his eyes were fixed on the tall, thin, white-haired old man in the center, for his actions and words just now clearly indicated that this old man was the leader of the three.

The woman smiled but said nothing.

The old man frowned, a hint of ferocity flashing across his face. "You brat," he said, "your martial arts are nothing special, but you've got plenty of tricks up your sleeve. You think you can outmaneuver me with some nonsense about江湖义气 (jianghu yiqi, the code of honor among the martial arts world)? Go ask your master, Ouyang Liangjie, when has Ling Chengzi ever followed any of those bullshit rules?" Although the old man's voice wasn't loud, and the distance between them was considerable, it reached Ge Jiyuan's ears clearly

, indicating that the speaker possessed exceptional internal strength, reaching the pinnacle of cultivation. "Ling Chengzi?" Hearing these three words was like a thunderclap to Ge Jiyuan. His heart, which had still held a sliver of hope, immediately sank.

Ling Chengzi was one of the top masters of Ouyang Liangjie's generation; even Ouyang Liangjie himself wouldn't dare claim victory in a fight against him. He was originally the chief disciple of the former leader of the Kunlun Sect, but due to his actions being somewhat wicked and committing an unforgivable crime within the sect, he was expelled. Rumors circulated that he had joined the Demonic Sect, but disappeared without a trace a few years ago. Unexpectedly, he has appeared here as a henchman of the Shun Ning Prince's Mansion.

Ge Jiyuan composed himself and forced a smile, saying, "Senior is a renowned figure in the martial arts world; how dare I presume to teach him? However…

however, Senior has immersed himself in martial arts for decades; in this alone, my meager skills of a few years are far beyond my reach…" Ling Chengzi's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes, saying, "Enough with the nonsense! Aren't you just indirectly accusing me of bullying the weak and taking advantage of my superiority? Damn it, I won't fall for that! Come, come, let me experience the swordsmanship of the Kunlun Sect!" "With a swift movement, he was about to step forward.

"Godfather, wait!" Suddenly, a delicate voice rang out, and at the same time, a fair and tender hand reached out and gently tugged at Ling Chengzi's sleeve—it was the woman who had remained silent since arriving.

Ling Chengzi turned around and exclaimed, "Mei'er, why are you stopping me?" The woman called Mei'er smiled and said, "Godfather, why trouble yourself with a mere disciple of the Qingcheng Sect? Mei'er hasn't fought in a long time, and I'm quite tired." As she spoke, she leaned closer, hugged Ling Chengzi's arm, and shook it back and forth, her face full of a young girl's infatuation.

Ling Chengzi, smelling the fragrant scent emanating from his adopted daughter, felt extremely embarrassed. His face flushed red as he said, "Alright, alright, I'm afraid of you, you little vixen. Go on, but be careful." The woman giggled and obediently responded. She lightly lifted her jade-like foot and gracefully approached the Iron Spear Monk. With a sweet smile, she said, "Master Iron Spear, please rest for a moment. Leave the rest to Mei'er." The Iron Spear Monk stared intently at Mei'er's face, replying listlessly, "Ah... sure, sure." Mei'er covered her mouth and chuckled, ignoring the infatuated Iron Spear Monk. She went directly to Ge Jiyuan, bowed deeply, and said, "This humble woman, Qiao Mei'er, greets Young Master Ge." She wore a pink tube top under an apricot-yellow silk blouse. As she bowed, the tube top slipped slightly, revealing her fair and tender breasts to Ge Jiyuan's eyes.

"Ugh..." Ge Jiyuan's face flushed crimson instantly, his heart pounding in his chest.

Seeing the man's embarrassment, Qiao Meier smiled smugly, her captivating almond-shaped eyes glancing softly at Ge Jiyuan's face, a look of feigned anger and delight, radiating charm.

Ge Jiyuan froze for a moment, then a chill ran down his spine. He quickly composed himself, took two steps back, and asked warily, "What are you going to do?" Qiao Meier smiled brightly at him, "I want to fight you. My godfather has already agreed." She turned and made a face at Ling Chengzi, but Ling Chengzi rolled his eyes, pretending not to see it.

She turned back, playfully sticking out her tongue at Ge Jiyuan, and said, "You can't beat my godfather no matter what, but if you fight me, you still have a chance, right? As long as you beat me, this old man, this little girl, and you, Brother Jun, can all leave safely!" Ge Jiyuan blushed again when he heard her call him "Brother Jun," and hesitated for a long time before saying, "You...you can decide to let us go?" In this situation, he was already a sitting duck, so the woman's offer was too generous, which made him suspicious.

Qiao Meier said, "Of course, as long as you can beat me, I can naturally decide to release you, but..." She hesitated, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"But what?" Ge Jiyuan waited a moment, but received no further comment, so he asked.

Qiao Meier said slyly, "But, if you lose, starting tonight, you will be my slave, at my beck and call. Even if I want you to sleep with me, will you agree?" Her voice suddenly became languid and seductive, as if possessing a captivating magic.

The Iron Spear Monk in the distance, upon hearing this, immediately revealed a lustful expression, filled with both hatred and jealousy towards Ge Jiyuan. He thought, "What's so good about this kid that Qiao Meier values him so much? Hehe, if I were standing in front of her, I would definitely pretend to lose to her, so that I could... hehehehe." "You... shameless!" Ge Jiyuan had been by his master's side since childhood, and the women he had interacted with most were his master's wife and two junior sisters. He had never heard such a flirtatious and blatant provocation. He was instantly enraged.

Qiao Meier, however, was unfazed. She seemed like a completely different person; just moments before she had been an innocent and carefree girl, but now she was a stunning beauty, every gesture exuding charm, her eyes and brows radiating a captivating allure.

She gently nibbled a strand of hair at her temple, her beautiful, watery eyes half-open, and said in a sweet voice, "What's wrong, Brother Jun? Are you afraid of losing to me? It's okay, losing is losing. Actually, just half a night, and you won't want to leave me anymore!" Ge Jiyuan stared intently at her pretty face, his mind racing, silently calculating.

Qiao Meier met his gaze, smiling back at him, her face displaying an expression of complete confidence.

After a long while, Ge Jiyuan finally gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let's compete. I just hope Miss Qiao will keep her word." Qiao Meier smiled sweetly, "Of course, I'm hoping you'll keep your word." Seeing that Ge Jiyuan had already taken his stance, she shook her small hand, first reaching into her waist and pulling out a small white silk pouch.

Opening the pouch, inside was a sandalwood incense stick about seven inches long. Qiao Meier squatted down and gently inserted the incense stick into the soil.

Ge Jiyuan was completely bewildered and asked warily, "What trick are you playing now?" Qiao Meier looked up, tidied her slightly messy hair, and laughed, "Fighting is so boring. How about we use the time it takes for this incense stick to burn out? If I still can't beat you by the time it burns out, I'll consider myself a loser, okay?" Ge Jiyuan snorted, "You're really that kind?" Qiao Meier pouted and said aggrievedly, "You're really something. I'm genuinely trying to help you out of danger, but you doubt me. Are you afraid there's poison in this sandalwood incense?" At this moment, she was acting like a charming and innocent young girl, but in Ge Jiyuan's eyes, it made his heart flutter involuntarily.

Ge Jiyuan had initially suspected that the woman had poisoned the sandalwood incense, but her coquettish words only fueled his pride. He thought, "I'm at her mercy. Since there's a glimmer of hope, I might as well fight for it. Besides, if I can hold my breath during the fight, I shouldn't fall for any of this woman's tricks." Qiao Meier then took out a tinderbox from her bosom, lit the sandalwood incense, and gracefully stood up. With a barely perceptible smile, she glanced back at Ling Chengzi.

From the moment Qiao Meier took out the sandalwood incense, Ling Chengzi wore a strange expression, seemingly both helpless and disdainful. But when Qiao Meier turned to look at him, the old man's ears suddenly twitched, his expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "Meier, be careful!" Qiao Meier was startled and asked inexplicably, "How..." Before she could finish the sentence, she suddenly heard a gust of wind behind her, the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air. She was startled and quickly dodged to the side, staying three feet away. "

Hey Ge, what are you doing?" Qiao Meier thought Ge Jiyuan had launched a sneak attack from behind, and was both shocked and angry. But when she looked closely, she saw that Ge Jiyuan also had a surprised expression on his face, looking at where the sandalwood incense had been.

The sandalwood incense was still standing perfectly intact, but the burning part had been neatly sliced off.

The suddenness of the event left everyone stunned.

"Ahem." Ling Chengzi coughed lightly and said coldly, "Friends in the forest, since you've already made your move, why hide yourselves? Please show yourselves." After a moment, a woman's voice indeed came from the forest.

"Dongchuangxiang, huh? Hmph, this young lady has quite the methods!" Although her tone was full of sarcasm, it was still undeniably pleasant to the ear.

"Dongchuangxiang?" Ge Jiyuan's eyes widened as he glared at Qiao Meier and said in a deep voice, "You mixed Dongchuangxiang into this sandalwood incense?" Dongchuangxiang was a special aphrodisiac drug that could stimulate male lust. It was colorless and odorless, but its effects were extremely potent. If the poisoned person's skill was not strong enough, they would often be consumed by lust for several days. Once they had intercourse with a woman, they would be unable to stop until they were exhausted and died. No wonder Ge Jiyuan was furious when he heard this name.

Qiao Meier's expression softened slightly, and she pouted, saying, "So what if it is? It's just a kind of spice to enhance the mood, not a deadly poison—I already told you that, I wasn't lying."

Ge Jiyuan gritted his teeth and said, "You vixen..."

Qiao Meier ignored him, her face darkening as she looked into the woods and said, "Who's causing trouble in the shadows? Show yourself if you dare!" Before she finished speaking, there was a rustling sound of flowers and willows parting, and then a woman emerged from the woods amidst the flowers and plants.

In this world... there is such a beautiful woman!

The woman was dressed in white, with long hair reaching her waist, like a fairy descended from heaven, and gracefully approached Ge Jiyuan.

Even the lustful Iron Spear Monk, faced with such a face as fair as snow, couldn't muster a single wicked thought. Even the self-assured Qiao Meier, in the face of this peerless beauty, felt inferior.

Ge Jiyuan glanced at the woman and felt his heart flutter. He realized he had inhaled a little of the incense smoke, and his heart pounded. He quickly composed himself, daring not to look again. He heard the woman stop and stand not far from him, and a refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Ling Chengzi, being a man of considerable experience, was only slightly startled before coldly asking, "May I ask which sect or school this young lady is from?" The woman smiled slightly and replied, "I am Liu Xuerou of the Snow Mountain Sect, paying my respects to Senior Ling Chengzi." Ling Chengzi nodded and said, "So you are the young lady of the Snow Mountain Sect's Sect Leader Liu. I have long admired you, and seeing you today, I can confirm your reputation is well-deserved!" Ling Chengzi remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he frowned deeply. Rumors in the martial world said that this beloved daughter of the Snow Mountain Sect Leader, besides inheriting the sect's true teachings, had also, at the age of sixteen, by chance, consumed a thousand-year-old snow lotus atop the Snow Mountain, greatly enhancing her power. Her current internal energy cultivation even surpassed that of her father. If the rumors were true, the outcome of today's battle was truly uncertain.

Liu Xuerou said, "Senior, you flatter me. This is the first time I've ever come down the mountain alone since birth, and I'm really lacking in experience in the martial world. May I ask, senior, why are you chasing after this person? Is there some kind of grudge in the martial world?" Ling Chengzi was even more suspicious when he heard her innocent question. He thought to himself, "Damn it, is she trying to play dumb and pretend to be stupid? I won't fall for it. The daughter of a sect leader can't even understand this little thing? Who are you trying to fool?" Then he thought, "The Holy Lord once instructed that we should not easily get into conflicts with righteous people. It's one thing to deal with the Qingcheng Sect, but now we have to add the Xueshan Sect. It's not worth it, not worth it!" Little did he know that everything Liu Xuerou said was true. It was indeed her first time coming down the mountain for training, and she knew nothing about the rights and wrongs of the martial world.

When the Iron Spear Monk first saw Liu Xuerou's stunning beauty, he felt his breath catch in his throat. At that moment, his soul returned to his mind, and he couldn't help but have wicked thoughts again. He thought, "Although I have been with countless women, such a delicate beauty is the only one I have ever seen in my life. I wonder what it would feel like to have such a fairy-like girl naked under me?" The more he thought about it, the more itchy he became, and he wished he could immediately take Liu Xuerou back and throw her on the bed to kiss her. However, although his lust was intense, he knew his own abilities were too weak. He couldn't even subdue Ge Jiyuan, let alone capture Liu Xuerou. He could only hope that Ling Chengzi would intervene. Seeing Ling Chengzi remain silent, he hurriedly said, "Senior Ling Chengzi, I have long heard that Kunlun and Xueshan are the foremost orthodox sects in the Western Regions. But I wonder what makes the Xueshan Sect so special that it can be compared to the Kunlun Sect founded by the Three Saints of Kunlun, Senior He Zudao, a hundred years ago? Could it be... that they have some extraordinary martial arts skills?" Ling Chengzi cursed inwardly: "You bald monk, you have no ability yourself, yet you try to incite me to fight this kid? Humph, I won't fall for your tricks. Besides, we are here undercover under orders from the Holy Lord. Why should we offend the righteous people of the martial world for the sake of that Tartar prince?" After thinking for a moment, he laughed and said, "Miss Liu, this is purely a misunderstanding. I had a good relationship with Sect Leader Liu back then. Since she is his only daughter, I will naturally give her face. Let's leave it at that today!" With that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to walk into the city.

The Iron Spear Monk was rebuffed and felt quite embarrassed, but he was still unwilling to give up. He thought, "You, Ling Chengzi, are afraid of the Snow Mountain Sect, but I, this monk, am not. You don't need to lift a finger; sooner or later, I will become that young lady's lover!" He was full of plans in his mind, but he did not hesitate at all and followed Ling Chengzi.

Qiao Meier wasn't annoyed. She smiled and said to Ge Jiyuan, "Brother Jun, thank you for playing with Meier for so long today. Meier will remember you. Don't forget Meier when we meet again!" With that, she smiled sweetly and turned to leave.

Ge Jiyuan only breathed a sigh of relief after the three disappeared into the distance. His back was covered in cold sweat. He turned around and hurriedly bowed to Liu Xuerou, saying, "I am Ge Jiyuan of the Qingcheng Sect. Thank you for your help, Miss Liu!" Liu Xuerou quickly said, "Young Master Ge, there's no need to be so polite. Actually, this is my first time leaving home, and I'm quite unfamiliar with the ways of the martial world. I don't know why they left after just a few words. Perhaps... it really was a misunderstanding." Ge Jiyuan smiled, thinking to himself, "This is hardly a misunderstanding. They were probably afraid of my martial arts skills and didn't want to take any risks. Otherwise, how would this old man and the child have had a chance to escape? Even I, Ge Jiyuan, would probably have been defeated here today."

Seeing that the other party had left, Wang Laoshi and his granddaughter finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly knelt down to thank Liu Xuerou. Liu Xuerou timidly helped them up and said, "Take care, gentlemen. I've been away from home for a long time since I came down the mountain. I was originally on my way home to visit my parents, but I saw Young Hero Ge's righteous act, so I followed behind, hoping to lend you a hand. Now that I think you're all safe, I should... I should go home." Ge Jiyuan wanted to chat with Liu Xuerou a bit more, but seeing her in such a hurry to leave, he felt quite disappointed and could only reply, "Don't worry, Miss Liu, I'll take care of Old Man Wang and his granddaughter's safety. Ge Jiyuan will do everything in his power to protect them."

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