The Four-Part Series of Fangcunguang: The Fallen Petals

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"Hah! Screech! Hush!"
The setting sun cast its last rays, illuminating the blood-red clouds. Amidst the mountain breeze, crisp, delicate shouts echoed. This was atop a steep, beautiful peak amidst the lush greenery of Guilin, where a young woman in a flowing yellow dress gracefully danced with a sword.
It could be called a dance, yet it wasn't. The sword's movements were fluid and free, its silver light leaving trails that seemed to paint shadows in the air, like white ribbons—beautiful indeed. Yet, the whistling wind from the blade was sharp and menacing, adding a powerful force to the graceful swordplay—this was the essence of this sword technique.
Each time the sword's momentum shifted sharply, the girl would let out a shout. She appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, her large, dark, and bright eyes... She was earnest, yet still retained a touch of childishness. Her cherry-like lips were tightly closed, and her fair face was flushed with a few glistening beads of sweat. Though slender, her every movement carried a certain strength. With a puff of her chest, her clothes stretched taut, revealing their full curves; with a kick, her skirt billowed, making her posture even more graceful.
Beside her, a woman in white leaned elegantly against an old pine tree, watching the girl practice swordsmanship. A smile appeared on her beautiful face, a hint of approval in her expression.
The girl practiced a few more moves, thrusting, slashing, parrying, and pointing with her longsword. Suddenly, she swept it, shouting, "Senior Sister Yang, be careful!" With a flick of her right arm, the longsword flew from her hand like lightning, like a shooting star, its chilling light aimed directly at the white-clad woman's chest. Immediately afterward, a flash of white light followed, and the woman slightly turned her body, dodging the flying sword while simultaneously grabbing the hilt. The longsword froze in mid-air, its inner energy still surging on the blade, emitting a sharp, resounding clang.
The young woman wiped the sweat from her cheeks, her face unable to conceal her excitement. She rushed over, calling out, "How was it, Senior Sister Yang? Did you really succeed this time?"
Seeing her eagerness, the young woman simply smiled and said calmly, "You've mastered about 30-40% of the 'Divine Mist Sword' technique, but your flying sword skill with the final 'Long Smoke Vanishes' is lacking. Against a true master, I'm afraid it won't work..." The young woman hurriedly replied, "It will work, it will work! Of course it won't work, Senior Sister Yang! With your skill, of course you can catch it. There aren't many people in the martial world with such ability!"
The young woman's words weren't meant to flatter her senior sister; it was simply what she knew. Speaking of the martial arts families of the South, no one dared to underestimate the chivalrous women of Ruyu Peak in Guilin. This young girl, named Yan Lan, was none other than Yang Mingxue, the master of Ruyu Peak, and the junior sister of this woman in white.
Ruyu Peak has always only accepted female disciples, and all of them are virgins. This is because of the strict rules of the sect. Female disciples come to Ruyu Peak to learn martial arts from a young age and cannot easily leave the mountain until they have mastered their skills. There are no men on Ruyu Peak, and the female disciples do not think about love and sex in their daily lives, so their skills are easily refined. Indeed, the martial arts of Ruyu Peak are extraordinary. Often, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl can rival a master of thirty or forty years old from other sects as soon as she debuts. Yang Mingxue traveled the martial arts world and, four years ago, at the age of twenty, defeated several seniors who had been famous in the martial arts world of Jiangnan for twenty or thirty years. Her name became famous in the martial arts world. In addition, her outstanding appearance made her reputation even better than her fame. Her name had long been famous in the martial arts world. The three words "Ruyu Peak" were as solid as a rock in the martial arts world.
Yan Lan, only seventeen years old, greatly admired her senior sister and longed to master martial arts as soon as possible to travel the world. Two years ago, she began begging Yang Mingxue to allow her to descend the mountain alone. Yang Mingxue, well aware of the dangers of the martial world and knowing Yan Lan's skills were not yet complete, had always prevented her from leaving the peak alone.
This past month, Yan Lan had completed learning all the martial arts of Ruyu Peak, and Yang Mingxue was now assessing her skills to determine if she was ready to leave the mountain. Hearing Yanlan's urgent tone and expectant expression, her face flushed from sword practice, Yang Mingxue laughed, "Don't say you don't have that skill! If you really run into someone, especially an adversary, one of them will be enough for you!"
Yanlan pouted, lowered her head, looking dejected, and whispered, "Then... it's not going to work." Seeing
her dejected expression, Yang Mingxue smiled and said, "It's fine, it's fine, why not? Even when my senior sister went down the mountain, it wasn't much different. If it doesn't work, my little junior sister will be going crazy with worry. Here, take the sword, go pack your things, and go down the mountain whenever you want!"
Yanlan listened... She first looked up in surprise, blinked, then suddenly cheered loudly, grabbed the longsword, tossed it aside, and hugged Yang Mingxue, laughing and jumping, exclaiming, "Senior Sister Yang, I knew you were the best!" Yang Mingxue was happy to be hugged, but also secretly found it amusing. She finally managed to calm her down and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, don't get carried away. You can go down the mountain, but there are still some things I need to teach you."

There were several houses built on the summit of Ruyu Peak. Yang Mingxue's generation had six people, including her second disciple Fang Yingyue, who had two apprentices, both only eleven or twelve years old. Including several other young maids, there were about ten people living on the summit. Yan Lan's five senior sisters had all completed their training, but four of them were not on the mountain at this time, leaving only Yang Mingxue to supervise them.
As Yan Lan was about to depart, Yang Mingxue dismissed everyone else and spoke to her junior sister in the room, saying, "Lan, remember, single women like us traveling the martial world must be careful at all times." Yan Lan smiled and replied, "Yes, I know!"
Yang Mingxue's expression turned solemn, and she said in a deep voice, "Don't take my words lightly. You say you know, but what do you know we should guard against? Tell me." Yan Lan pondered for a moment and said, "Of course, we should guard against villains and robbers. What else?" Yang Mingxue asked. "Bandits are one thing; you can handle a direct confrontation, or at worst, escape using your light-footed skills. What girls should be most wary of are lecherous men."
Yan Lan asked, "Lecherous men, do you mean flower thieves?" Yang Mingxue replied, "Not entirely. Local bullies, thugs, and even people from reputable sects could be lecherous. Didn't your second senior sister teach you to read Mencius's 'Gaozi said, "Food and sex are human nature"? Men's fondness for beauty is innate and not a bad thing. However, some people are too lustful and may use various means to assault women." "Looking at Yanlan, she added, "A beautiful young girl like you, Alan, is even more dangerous."
Yanlan shrank back, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Senior Sister Yang, don't scare me! According to you, does that mean I have to be wary of every man?" Yang Mingxue said, "You have to be wary of women too! Men might send their women to deal with you to make you lower your guard." Yanlan gave a soft "oh," seemingly lost in thought, and then said, "But I still don't understand, Senior Sister Yang, how exactly does this 'violation' work?"
This question made Yang Mingxue a little embarrassed, and she said: "How does he violate you... well... for example, he might want to see your body, or even touch you, that's one thing." She paused, then continued, "Alan, you know too little about the world. You'll understand these things gradually. The most important thing is, once you meet a man, never let him do whatever he wants to you, and don't easily lose your virginity."
Yanlan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What is virginity?" This was another awkward question. Yang Mingxue blushed and angrily said, "Silly girl, you don't even know this?" Yanlan pouted, "I already asked you all, back when the teacher..." "My friends all say I'm too young and tell me not to ask."
Yang Mingxue sighed, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let me put it this way. Remember, a man's body is different from ours..." As she spoke, she pointed to her crotch and whispered, "Ours is a small hole, but a man's is... is something..." Yan Lan was very curious and asked, "What thing?"
Yang Mingxue suppressed her shyness, put on a stern face, and said, "Don't ask too many questions, just listen obediently." She clenched her left hand, extended her right index finger, and stuffed it into her left palm, saying, "If it's like..." "So, when a man inserts his thing into a woman's vagina, that's 'coitus'..."
Although the wording was rather euphemistic, Yang Mingxue blushed and said, "If a girl does this for the first time, a little blood will flow from her vagina; this is called 'falling blood.' Once you see the falling blood, the girl is no longer a virgin. Alan, this is a very important matter for a woman; her virginity must be given to her husband. If she has sex with a man other than her husband, she has lost her chastity, understand?"
Yan Lan replied, "Understood!" In reality, she only vaguely understood. She then asked, "Senior sister, will we only have one falling blood?" Yang Mingxue said, "Only once. After losing your virginity, there will be no more falling blood." Yan Lan said, "So, we can only have sex with our own husbands?" Yang Mingxue blushed and said, "That's true." She added, "But some women are forced to have sex by men, resulting in the loss of their virginity. That's the most heinous form of violation; you must be careful no matter what."
Yan Lan laughed, "No problem. After all, the martial arts of Ruyu Peak are not just for show, right? If we really fight, I might not lose." Yang Mingxue said, "It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. It's fine to fight openly, but I'm afraid the other party is cunning and has other despicable methods. Alan, the truly terrifying lecherous thieves, even if their martial arts are not high, still have the ability to deal with you. Do you know what they are?"
Seeing Yan Lan shake her head, Yang Mingxue's expression turned serious, and she said, "The current martial arts world is corrupt. There are often some busybodies who arbitrarily rank the beautiful women in the martial arts world, such as the 'Four Beauties,' 'Ten Beauties,' and 'Four Beauties of Jiangnan.' Not only is it meaningless, but it often makes these women vulnerable to the abuse of lecherous men. It's truly despicable! These lecherous men are extremely despicable. If they can't win in a fight, they use sleeping pills, aphrodisiacs, and the like. You should know what this sleeping pill is, like a sleeping potion." "Those so-called aphrodisiacs are drugs that use their properties to confuse the mind, making one want...want to do *that* kind of thing, thus rendering the woman powerless to resist, and then allowing her to act recklessly."
Yan Lan, upon hearing this, was quite puzzled and said, "Senior Sister Yang, those sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs are truly very difficult to guard against."
Yang Mingxue said, "Difficult to guard against? That's not necessarily true. Be careful with your food and drink at all times, lest someone drug you; that's the first point. Stay alert when you fall asleep, and if you smell anything unusual, immediately identify its source to avoid being poisoned by intoxicating perfumes; that's the second point. If you fight with a lecherous man, once you win, immediately seal his acupoints or severely injure his limbs to render him unable to move; that's the third and most important point. I don't know how many female martial arts masters have drugged their opponents even when they had the upper hand."
Yan Lan asked, "Is this situation common?" Yang Mingxue said, "Very common! Sometimes it's because the woman is careless or shows mercy, and then she suffers the consequences. Let alone women..." Men often encounter such things too, but it's quite different. Generally, aphrodisiacs used by couples don't require intercourse; simply taking some cooling medicine will naturally relieve the heat. Yan Lan asked curiously, "Oh, that's nothing."
Yang Mingxue said, "But some evil aphrodisiacs often require intercourse to neutralize their effects, and can even be fatal. If it's a woman, in a critical moment, she can only ask a nearby man for help, and afterwards she either has to submit to him or suffer heartbreak. It's different for men. After a woman neutralizes the effects, he might gain a lover, thus taking advantage of the situation. In the martial arts world, this is the most incomprehensible thing for a woman; it's truly baffling!" Saying this, Yang Mingxue looked indignant and let out a strong sigh. After hearing this
, Yan Lan, though not yet down the mountain, seemed to deeply feel the dangers of the martial arts world and couldn't help but nod. Suddenly, she remembered something and said, "Senior Sister Yang, how do you know so much?" Yang Mingxue replied, "I've gained a lot of experience in the martial world, so naturally I know." Yan Lan said, "Anecdotes and stories you've heard, of course, but those things about virginity and sexual intercourse, did you hear them while traveling the martial world?"
Yang Mingxue was greatly embarrassed and said, "This, this is of course not..." Yan Lan asked curiously, "Then how did you hear them?" Yang Mingxue blushed and straightened her face again, saying, "Master... Master told me before he passed away. Don't talk about these things all the time, it's embarrassing!" Yan Lan scratched her head, looking at her senior sister's face red to her ears, and felt a little ashamed herself, whispering, "Yes, I'm sorry."
This young girl tied her long sword, bid farewell to her senior sister, and went down the mountain alone, beginning her journey of wandering the martial world.

At dawn, in the heart of West Lake, a painted boat drifted leisurely on the waves.
"Mmm, mmm... ahh..."
Intoxicating moans emanated from the pleasure boat's cabin, lingering in the thin mist over the lake. A young man sat at the bow, his face full of impatience, shouting into the cabin, "Senior brother, do you know how long you've been doing this? Three hours! We can go ashore already! If you don't go soon, I'll swim away!"
"Ah, ah, ahh, ooh—"
The woman's moans suddenly became rapid, her breath coming in gasps. A man's voice said, "What's the rush? It'll be over soon. Hmm, this little brat..."
The young man cursed under his breath, turning his head to look at the lake reflecting the morning light.
Soon, the woman's moans subsided, leaving only soft breathing in the cabin. A naked young man emerged, his thick, red penis erect and reaching for the sky. He pulled up his trousers, laughing as he did so, "The girls of Mu Family Village are nothing special! What kind of prestigious martial arts family are they? Their bodies are so weak. They start screaming after a few dozen blows. They're really useless..."
The other young man, seemingly used to his smugness, casually sighed and rolled his eyes, saying, "Yes, yes, under your 'Flower-Picking God' Jiang Zixiang, no matter how chaste and virtuous a girl is, not one of them won't submit!"
The young man, Jiang Zixiang, laughed, "Junior brother, are you tired of hearing that, or are you just envious that you don't have the easy job of being called the 'Flower-Picking God'? If you enter the martial arts world today and within a year earn the title of 'Flower-Picking Bandit' or 'Lewd Demon,' making the girls in the martial arts world blush at the mention of Tang An's name, then you'll be truly capable!" "
Tang An said, "What's so great about getting such a title? It just means a whole lot more people will be chasing me." Jiang Zixiang shook his head and laughed, "That's even better! According to the usual practice in the martial arts world, six out of ten people who are dedicated to hunting down lecherous thieves are women, and most of them are quite beautiful. Do you remember what happened three years ago?"
Tang An rolled his eyes again and said, "I remember, I remember, you've said it at least ten times! Four female knights from Mingyue Manor in Yangzhou came to capture you, and in half a month, you completely subdued them." Jiang Zixiang laughed, "That's right! When you've mastered the skills, you'll be able to play with a group of female knights, watching them beg you one by one, vying to lick your treasures. That would be the greatest pleasure in the world!" Tang An
remained silent, watching the painted boat gradually approach the shore, a sense of confusion rising in his heart. He had been taken in as a disciple by the evil sect master Situ Bao since childhood and had learned a lot of kung fu. Situ Bao was a formidable martial artist, not only a ruthless killer but also a notorious lecher, a notorious lecher in the martial arts world. He was executed four years prior, leaving behind two disciples. Jiang Zixiang, one of whom was a master of Situ Bao's skills, was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also exceptionally adept at the bedroom arts passed down from his master, capable of controlling women without ejaculation and engaging in ten sexual encounters in one night. Since his debut, he had raped countless women, earning him the nickname "Flower-Picking God" in the underworld. While admired by his "fellow practitioners," his success
also made him a target of enmity. His youngest disciple, Tang An, under the pressure of his master and senior brothers, also aspired to become a lecher, a goal he did not desire. At only twenty years old, he had seen countless women; he had witnessed the naked bodies of most of the women raped by his master and senior brothers, observing their sexual intercourse. He had been aroused by this and, at Situ Bao's instigation, had penetrated a young girl. However, just as he was about to ejaculate, Situ Bao forbade him from doing so. This was a key point in Situ Bao's teachings on sexual techniques: once ejaculated, one's energy would be depleted, making it impossible to have sex with multiple women consecutively.
This caused considerable discomfort for the impetuous young Tang An, who forcefully suppressed his urge to ejaculate. He felt a heavy, burning sensation in his lower body, filled with unreleased desires, and couldn't understand why his master and senior brother could enjoy it so much.
From then on, Tang An lost interest in women. For him, possessing excellent martial arts skills and engaging in satisfying sparring was far more enjoyable than grabbing women and wildly swinging his body. Due to his dedication to martial arts, his skills gradually approached Jiang Zixiang's, and he could now fight his senior brother for hundreds of moves without being defeated.
One day, the two brothers were enjoying themselves at West Lake. Jiang Zixiang, as usual, brought along several prey, indulging in unrestrained lust on the lake, their lewd noises keeping Tang An awake all night.
Seeing Tang An's unpleasant expression, Jiang Zixiang felt quite annoyed and said, "Junior brother, really! There are seven or eight girls on this boat. You could easily spend your time with any one of them. Why are you giving me that sour look all the time?"
Tang An waved his hand and said, "You do your thing, I'm not interested—ah, we're ashore."
The pleasure boat was still two zhang from the shore when Tang An took a leap and landed firmly on the ground. He turned back and called out, "Senior brother, I'm leaving!"
Jiang Zixiang asked in surprise, "Leaving? Where are you going?"
Tang An replied, "Just wandering around the city. You have fun. See you at the usual place this evening." With that, he turned and walked away.
Jiang Zixiang frowned, about to yell, when he suddenly heard a soft voice behind him: "Jiang...Master Jiang...I want more..."
Turning around, he saw a young girl with hazy eyes, completely naked, her face flushed, covering her lower body, staggering out, panting softly. Jiang Zixiang smiled, ignoring Tang An, turned and hugged the girl's waist, pressing her down onto the deck.

"Take this!"
With Yan Lan's sharp cry, a flash of sword light appeared, and three burly men simultaneously had flowers on their shoulders, their swords falling to the ground. Before anyone could exclaim in surprise, Yan Lan made a hand seal with her left hand, striking the acupoints on the chests and abdomens of the three men, and with muffled groans, the three men collapsed to the ground.
An old man with a white beard strode forward and shouted: "Good! Miss Yan's 'Radiant Light Sword' technique is divine, I admire it. You only need to defeat this ghost-headed saber in my hand, and the Hangzhou Changxing Escort Agency's shipment of silver will be returned in full!" With a flick of her right hand, the blade flashed fiercely, its power truly astonishing.
Yan Lan's eyes
shone brightly as she laughed, "I've been waiting for you to say that, Old Chief. I apologize for any offense!" Her longsword flashed, scattering points of light. The white-bearded old man focused intently, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.
On the fifty-seventh move, the Ghost Head Saber crashed heavily to the ground.

The head镖师 (chief镖师) of Changxing镖局 (escort agency) was filled with gratitude as he saw Yan Lan off at the agency's gate. Yan Lan had been down the mountain for three months, traveling from Guilin to Hangzhou, handling many injustices along the way. Her most recent act was retrieving 300,000 taels of silver stolen by bandits for Changxing镖局. Despite her young age, she had already defeated several formidable figures, including Old Chief Zhou of Shima Village, whom she faced during the silver recovery. Her reputation was gradually spreading throughout the martial arts world.
Initially, Yan Lan was quite embarrassed by the praise she received, but after hearing it several times, she couldn't help but feel a little smug. She knew her martial arts skills were far inferior to her senior sister Yang Mingxue's, but since her debut, she had faced numerous challenges. The trepidation she felt when she first descended the mountain was gone, replaced by confidence. Her beautiful appearance often attracted the attention of young men, who would even approach her to chat, which was precisely what made her feel shy. However, after Yang Mingxue's admonition, Yan Lan was extremely wary in this regard and hadn't suffered any losses; those who did were mostly those with ulterior motives.
That day, Yan Lan left the Changxing Escort Agency and wandered around Hangzhou for a while. At dusk, she found the largest inn in the city to stay at. Upon entering the inn, Yanlan asked the waiter for a room. The waiter replied, "Miss, you've come at an inopportune time. All the single rooms are full; only double rooms are left." Yanlan said, "A room for two is fine too!" The waiter said, "Of course, but it's a tael more expensive. Are you sure you want it?"
Yanlan had no choice but to check her purse. She had enough silver, so she said, "Alright."
Just as the waiter was about to lead Yanlan upstairs, a man behind her suddenly called out, "Oh dear! A double room for one person is so empty and lonely, miss. How about I stay with you? The price is no problem; I'll pay for it."
Yanlan and the waiter turned around. The man was a lecherous fellow who looked Yanlan up and down with a strange grin. Yanlan glared at him, ignored him, and turned to leave. The man followed her up the stairs, grinning broadly, and said, "What a pretty girl, with delicate skin, a nice chest, a nice waist..." As he spoke, he reached out to touch Yanlan's buttocks.
Before he could even touch Yanlan's skirt, the man's vision went black as Yanlan turned around and kicked him in the face, sending him tumbling down the stairs. The man fell to the ground, crying out in pain, "You woman, so fierce! How dare you hit your husband! Ouch, you've kicked him to death!"
Yanlan's face flushed red, and she muttered, "Disgusting!" The waiter smiled obsequiously, "Miss, please don't take it to heart. He's a local thug named Liu Asan, always causing trouble. The manager will chase him away soon, and everything will be fine. If you get entangled with him, you'll suffer."
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, uid41355, 0 essence, 472 points, 374 posts, 0 prestige, 0 health points, 50 reading permissions, registered 2005-6-23, offline. Yan Lan snorted, glanced around, and saw that the innkeeper had already come out. She shouted, "Go away! You scoundrel, don't cause trouble here, you're getting in our way!" Liu Asan stood up with a bruised and swollen face, sneered at the innkeeper, and said, "You old geezer, what are you being so fierce about? Your beautiful daughter hasn't been taken away yet, have you? Instead of going back to help your daughter prepare her dowry, you have time to meddle in my business."
The innkeeper's face changed, and he angrily said, "You, what did you say..." He raised his hand, as if to hit him, but Liu Asan chuckled coldly and had already walked out of the inn.
Seeing this, Yanlan was very suspicious and asked the waiter, "What happened to your manager's daughter?" The waiter looked embarrassed and said, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you, young lady." Yanlan thought to herself, "Judging from that scoundrel's words, it seems that the manager's daughter has encountered some misfortune." Being a kind-hearted person, she couldn't help but ask when she encountered something strange, so she immediately went downstairs to ask the manager, "Manager, what did that man say?"
The manager hung his head dejectedly and said, "Alas, it's a long story!" Even so, under Yanlan's persistent questioning, the manager finally told her the reason. It turned out that the manager's surname was Chen, and he had a daughter who was sixteen years old and quite beautiful. A few days ago, a man stayed at the inn, saw Miss Chen, and made suggestive remarks.
The innkeeper tried to stop him, but the man sneered, "It's your good fortune to have caught my eye!
But I have urgent business to attend to and don't have time to take her away now. I'll be back in fifteen days to take her with me." With that, he left.
Before leaving, the man displayed his martial arts skills, slashing a square table diagonally into four neat pieces with two quick sword strokes. He even announced his name: Jiang Zixiang, the "Flower-Picking God" known throughout Jiangnan. The innkeeper, fearing his daughter would truly be taken, sent her to relatives. Unable to abandon the inn, and worried that closing it would be too obvious and attract the attention of his henchmen, he remained in Hangzhou, anxiously awaiting the day.
Yan Lan was furious upon hearing this, exclaiming, "How can someone be so arrogant!" She thought to herself, "I've really run into a womanizer today. My senior sister repeatedly warned me to be careful of this kind of person. But how can I stand idly by?"
She then asked, "Shopkeeper, how many days ago did this happen?" The shopkeeper replied, "Five days." Yan Lan said, "Hmm, that means ten more days." She patted her chest and said, "Alright, I'll stay here for ten days and resolve this matter for you!"

Tang An drank a cup of tea, watching the waiter lead Yan Lan upstairs again. He was eating in the guest area on the first floor, having witnessed the entire process, and relying on his superior internal energy, he had overheard the entire conversation. He was quite puzzled, thinking to himself, "What important matter did my senior brother have five days ago? It's just an inn; if he wanted to kidnap the innkeeper's daughter, he wouldn't need to leave a warning. Could someone be impersonating him? But the sword technique that slashed the table was indeed our sect's move, 'Four Fields of Desolation.' Unless this imposter has seen the 'Xiao Ran Sword Technique,' otherwise... no, that's too far-fetched."
While Yan Lan hadn't even considered it, Tang An had already thought of a whole host of possibilities. He put down his empty teacup, briefly recalling Yan Lan's childish yet confident expression when she promised the innkeeper she would help him. He couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "This girl is younger than me, and seems quite naive. If she were to spar with my senior brother, she'd probably be defeated in less than ten moves. She wouldn't even be able to save herself, let alone others."
Tang An had witnessed his senior brother's methods many times and knew Jiang Zixiang was a womanizer. Seeing Yan Lan's pretty appearance, he knew that if she couldn't defeat Jiang Zixiang, she would surely lose her virginity to him. He flicked his teacup with his finger, feeling quite annoyed. He thought to himself, "I have no right to interfere in my senior brother's affairs. Oh well, whatever!"
With that thought, Tang An paid the bill, went upstairs, and returned to his room. He sat down, meditated diligently, circulated his inner energy, and then went to bed.
In the night, Tang An suddenly awoke, hearing several shouts from behind the wall, the voices clear and crisp—it was a young girl.
Tang An was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Could it be that the girl is coincidentally in the next room?"
Curiosity piqued, he opened the window. The night was dark, without a single star or moon. Tang An looked up at the eaves, took a deep breath, stepped onto the window frame, leaped up, reached for the beam with both hands, and with a few quick wrist movements, turned himself to face the room. With another burst of strength, he climbed onto the beam again, reached the window of the next room, and suddenly flipped over, head first, feet second. His hands had barely left
his body when his feet were already hooked onto the beam, hanging upside down and hiding by the window, peering through the crack. A lamp was lit inside. Looking inside, he saw clothes fluttering lightly, palm shadows dancing rapidly, and Yan Lan giving a soft shout. The stances she adopted were all from the "Star River Palm," an external martial art of Yufeng. Tang An had once witnessed a master from Ruyu Peak sparring with his own master, and upon a glance, he was secretly astonished: "Good girl, so she's a disciple of Ruyu Peak. I've heard that her palm technique is intricate and complex, extremely skillful. She actually knows the moves; she's no ordinary person."
Yan Lan focused intently on her martial arts practice, and in an instant, she changed seventeen or eighteen moves in quick succession. Her long skirt fluttered, and she would occasionally launch a kick, her timing precise and exquisite. Tang An saw her skillful moves, her serious expression, and her piercing eyes, and he became increasingly mesmerized, his heart pounding faster and faster.
Suddenly, Yan Lan stopped, letting out a clear, melodious whistle. She split her palms to the left and right, her true energy surging forth. This split was like parting the clouds to reveal the sun, like a raging river splitting into two streams. With a long, hissing sound, a cotton quilt was torn apart in mid-air, and cotton fibers flew everywhere. Tang An secretly applauded, "Impressive skills! This girl's internal strength is considerable!"
He watched as Yan Lan finished her meditation, let out a long sigh, tilted her head, looked at the half-torn quilt, and her face filled with joy. Suddenly, she clapped her hands, jumped lightly twice, twirled around, her dress fluttering, looking quite delighted. Suddenly, as if remembering something, Yan Lan quickly squatted down, picked up the tattered quilt, and exclaimed in embarrassment, "Oh no, oh no!"
Tang An watched, his upside-down body swaying slightly, and couldn't help but want to laugh, quickly covering his mouth. Yan Lan piled the quilt aside, slightly opened her clothes, fanned herself with her hand, sighed again, flopped onto the bed, and lazily twisted her body.
Tang An chuckled inwardly, "She's just a young girl, after all." Thinking he'd seen enough, he was about to return to his room when he suddenly saw Yan Lan stand up, humming a soft tune. The gentle hum reached Tang An's ears, causing him to pause for a moment before turning his gaze back to the crack in the window. But
once he looked, Tang An's eyes were glued to the window. He couldn't look away. Yan Lan was humming a tune, her hands untying her belt, undressing. She tossed the belt onto the bed, then pulled down her long skirt, revealing a pair of beautiful, fair legs, though the upper part of her thighs was still partially hidden by the hem of her dress. Tang An froze, a surge of heat coursing through him, his feet, which were hooked onto the roof beam, becoming unsteady.
Yan Lan, completely unaware of Tang An's spying, continued humming happily, removing her top as well, soon leaving only a pale yellow undergarment. She was facing away from the window, and Tang An could only see her snow-white body, her round buttocks, and the perfect curves connecting her thighs. He longed to reach down and touch her, all the way to her soft, boneless ankles.
Yan Lan's breasts were covered by her bodice, which seemed to be quite restrictive, stretching the fabric tightly. As soon as she untied the rope behind her neck, her breasts gently bounced out. The full, firm peaks, with pink pearls embedded at the tips, bounced slightly, and Tang An's eyes seemed to bounce along with them, making him dizzy and mesmerized.
Tang An suddenly felt his legs go weak, and he felt a little numb from hanging upside down. He then realized that his manhood was hard, and more than ever before, it was throbbing and painful.
He swallowed hard and saw Yan Lan sitting on the edge of the bed, without any clothes covering her body, wiping herself with a towel, probably from sweating during her martial arts practice. Tang An stared blankly at her, watching as her small hand held a pure white cloth, brushing it across her neck, shoulders, breasts, and waist, before reaching between her legs to wipe her most private area.
The distance and the cloth obstructed his view, preventing Tang An from seeing her private parts clearly, but watching her slowly and gently move in and out, as if caressing him, already aroused him immensely.
Yan Lan cleaned herself and began changing into another set of clothes. Only after she was dressed and went to bed did Tang An quietly return to his room.
Back in his room, recalling Yan Lan's actions, his heart inexplicably stirred, his mind filled with images of Yan Lan's beautiful martial arts posture and her alluring naked body. He pulled down his pants, looked at his still-erect penis, and remembered his master's instruction to "preserve the essence and not ejaculate" during sex. A slight conflict arose within him. He gritted his teeth, sat down against the wall in the adjacent room of Yan Lan's, reached out and grasped his penis, vigorously rubbing it, his mind filled with fantasies.
Tang An thought of Yan Lan's breasts, imagining them pressed against his body, her pure and shy eyes looking at him, her lips slightly pursed in a soft moan, begging him to hurry, to hurry...
Tang An sighed deeply, and under the caress of his hand, he ejaculated his thick, white semen, his mind filled with the image of Yan Lan's adorable, closed-eye moans.

The next morning, Yan Lan got up early, changed her clothes, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw a strange young man. Yan Lan paused for a moment, then said, "You...you are..."
The young man bowed slightly and said, "I am Tang An. Have you heard of me, young lady?" Yan Lan shook her head and said, "No." Then she smiled and said, "What's wrong? You have business with me, I shouldn't not know you."
Tang An said, "It is indeed important. Is your name, young lady, Yan Lan?" Yan Lan was slightly taken aback and said, "How do you know?" Tang An said, "Miss Yan acted bravely and righteously, wanting to protect the shopkeeper's beloved daughter by dealing with a lecherous thief. I heard the shopkeeper mention it before, so of course I know." In fact, he had asked the waiter, so he naturally knew, but he was just flattering Yan Lan first.
Yan Lan scratched her head and smiled, "It was just a matter of righting wrongs, nothing serious." Tang An smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on Yan Lan, then suddenly became serious and said, "I have a piece of advice for you, young lady, please don't take offense." Yan Lan asked, "What?"
Tang An said, "You may not know, but Jiang Zixiang is the number one lecher in the martial arts world, known as the 'Flower-Picking God,' not like an ordinary flower thief. While his martial arts skills are indeed superb, he will stop at nothing to get his hands on women. Once he sets his sights on someone, he will not hesitate to take her." Yan Lan said, "I heard it from the shopkeeper, that's why I'm staying to deal with him!"
Tang An frowned and said, "Miss, you don't understand what I mean." Yan Lan also frowned and said, "What do you mean?" Tang An said, "I'm worried that since you're a woman, he might take a liking to you. If you win, that's fine, but if you lose, there's no way you can escape. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." Yan Lan said, "How so?" Tang An said, "I'm afraid Jiang Zixiang is blinded by lust and might humiliate you."
Yan Lan remembered her senior sister's words and felt uneasy. She remained silent for a moment. Tang An followed up, saying, "In my opinion, young lady, you should not get involved in this matter to ensure your own safety." Yan Lan said, "Then the shopkeeper's daughter will have no choice but to be kidnapped by that lecherous thief." Tang An said, "I have some martial arts skills. Although I may not be able to defeat Jiang Zixiang, I can hold my own for a while. Why don't I deal with him?"
Yan Lan smiled and said, "I see. You're here to help the shopkeeper too! In that case, why don't we join forces to deal with him? That would increase our chances of winning." Tang An hurriedly said, "No, no!" He thought to himself, "If I do that, won't she find out my identity?" Yan Lan said, "Why not again?" Tang An said, "I really don't want you to put yourself in danger. In any case, please don't meet with Jiang Zixiang. I have some friends who are also capable and can come to help. Dealing with a lecherous thief should be done by men. Please withdraw!"
Tang An's words were indeed out of concern that Yan Lan would be defeated by Jiang Zixiang and humiliated by him. It was a well-intentioned gesture. He never intentionally sought out women, but last night's spying had left him deeply attracted to Yan Lan. He was at a loss, only hoping to protect Yan Lan and shoulder the responsibility. He privately discussed it with his senior brother, urging him to abandon the idea. He couldn't reveal that he was Jiang Zixiang's junior brother, but this made Yan Lan somewhat suspicious. She asked, "You...you really can handle this?" Seeing Tang An's handsome features, she didn't seem to possess high martial arts skills, making her uneasy. Tang An
smiled and said, "If you're worried I'm not up to the task, why not try a few moves?" He casually waved his hands. Yan Lan found his lack of posture amusing, thinking, "How can someone spar like this?" She laughed, "A few moves would be fine. Excuse me!" With a slap of his right palm, she unleashed the Star River Palm technique, "Nebula Huagun."
The move was swift, and Tang An parried just as quickly, his arm flipping to block it. Yan Lan countered with a right palm strike, followed by a left, "A Sky Full of Stars," the two palms forming a spherical pattern covering an area of seven feet. Tang An remained calm and composed, his right arm, which had been held horizontally, swiftly thrust out with a backhand strike, "West Wind Withers a Thousand Pines," breaking the energy in Yan Lan's palm. Yan Lan's body trembled, and she took a step back.
Tang An laughed, "Is this all you've got?" Yan Lan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "One more move!" Her left palm formed a fist, "Grasp the Pivot," containing endless, continuous true energy. Tang An also countered with his left hand, his five fingers flicking in rapid succession, "Ghosts and Gods Usurp Heavenly Secrets," the five finger strikes strangely ingenious and different, dissolving Yan Lan's palm force.
Yan Lan suddenly separated her palms, unleashing a move called "Star River Severing Flow," the very same ultimate move Tang An had seen the previous night. Tang An suddenly felt immense pressure, as two enormous forces split to either side, threatening to tear him in two. He immediately gathered his strength in his right hand and drew three circles in front of him with his left, unleashing a powerful "Hidden Dragon Stirring the Waves" technique. The swirling energy disrupted Yan Lan's attempts to pull him apart, causing the two attacks to clash and break, resulting in a jolt from both of them.
Tang An breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Miss Yan, you took this move too seriously..." Suddenly, he heard Yan Lan shout angrily, "Your kung fu... is 'The Thousand Hands of the Heretic'! This is the martial arts of the martial arts demon Situ Bao. Who are you to him?"
Upon hearing this, Tang An felt a chill run down his spine and realized something was wrong. He hadn't expected Yan Lan to have seen their martial arts before, and he cried out in distress, panicking and stammering, "This...this is..."
Yan Lan drew her long sword from her waist, pointing it directly at Tang An, and shouted, "I knew something was wrong! Tell me quickly, what are your intentions? What is your relationship with Jiang Zixiang? Why did you send me away to talk?" She questioned him relentlessly, showing no politeness, almost treating Tang An as an enemy.
Knowing he couldn't explain himself, Tang An steeled his resolve and said, "Fine, I'll tell you! I am Situ Bao's disciple, and Jiang Zixiang is my senior brother."
A flash of sword light appeared, and Yan Lan had already thrust her sword at Tang An. Tang An dodged to the side, shouting, "But I advise you not to get involved in this matter, lest your senior brother harm you—that's absolutely true!" Yan Lan retorted, "Of course! If I'm not here, no one will stop you, so you can do whatever you want! Dream on! I won't fall for it!" She
attacked while cursing, unleashing her master's secret weapon, the Radiant Cloud Sword. The sword flashed like a sky full of colorful clouds, shimmering with countless rays of light—truly fierce and unparalleled. Tang An, unarmed, focused entirely on dodging, shouting, "If I'm going to lie to you, I'll lie to you completely! I'll even tell you you can't beat my senior brother. Staying here will only mean he'll bully you! I'm begging you, please don't stay!"
Yan Lan didn't believe him. Her Radiant Cloud Sword attacks intensified, but Tang An was quick-witted and agile, weaving through the crisscrossing sword light as she ran along the corridor, shouting, "Are you listening to me or not?" Yan Lan stamped her foot, cursing, "Who listens to your nonsense!" She chased after him with her sword, unleashing another round of rapid strikes.
Unable to reason with him and relentlessly pursued, Tang An grew increasingly angry. He thought, "Fine, if you don't believe me, I'll subdue you and take you away. I can't let you escape; who will help you then?" He darted out, pushed open the door, and rushed into his room.
Yan Lan chased after him, shouting, "Where do you think you're going?" As soon as she entered the room, a sudden blast of cold air hit her. Tang An had already drawn his longsword, thrusting it forward and yelling, "Who's running away? You're being unreasonable! Sit down!" To avoid arousing Yan Lan's suspicion, he had left his sword in the room. Now, in this urgent situation, he had no choice but to fight back. He thrust his sword forward, then the blade struck downwards, carrying a tremendous force that pressed down on Yan Lan's shoulder. Yan Lan felt a sudden heaviness on her shoulder, startled. She quickly used a technique to deflect the force, but still found it difficult to maintain her balance and fell to the ground.
Tang An, believing he had won, took a step forward, about to speak, when Yan Lan, whose skill was not weak, immediately dissipated the pressure, flipped over, and launched a three-hit slash attack on Tang An. Tang An lightly swung his longsword, already in the stance of the "Xiao Ran Sword Technique," channeling the unique internal energy of the "Netherworld Skill," infusing the sword with chilling true power. Each thrust carried a sinister chill, instantly spreading a cold aura and creating a desolate atmosphere. The
"Xiao Ran Sword Technique" was originally an extremely insidious and ruthless sword technique, determined to take a life. With the addition of the chilling power of the "Netherworld Skill," it became even more excessively cold, the sword like ice and snow, the force like a north wind. However, Tang An held back, not intending to harm Yan Lan, and the sword lacked killing intent, thus its power was diminished. Yan Lan, however, launched a full-scale attack. Seeing that the "Radiant Light Sword" was unlikely to prevail, she suddenly changed her swordsmanship. Her swordplay became smooth and fluid, the blade transforming into a three-foot-long silver dragon, undulating and unpredictable, exquisitely beautiful—the very "Divine Mist Sword," a supreme technique of the Jade Peak Swordplay. The two were instantly evenly matched in swordsmanship, each possessing their own strengths, but Yan Lan was still at a disadvantage in internal energy.
Tang An secretly worried, thinking, "Winning against Miss Yan is not difficult, but getting her to stop without injuring her is difficult. How can I find a way to persuade her to listen and leave quickly?" He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good plan. In desperation, he simply flung his hand away and shouted, "That's enough, that's enough, I'm not fighting anymore!" With a soft "thud," Tang An's longsword flew from his hand, embedding itself in the wall, trembling slightly. A
flash of cold light, and Yan Lan's longsword was already pressed against Tang An's throat.
Tang An smiled wryly, "You really stopped, excellent!" Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly and scolded in a sweet voice, "Why did you stop fighting?" Tang An said, "I didn't want to fight you in the first place. I'll say it again, I'm here to advise you to leave quickly! Believe me, I will talk to my senior brother and tell him not to lay a hand on Miss Chen, okay?" Yan Lan was slightly moved, then glared at him and said, "You're all in cahoots, who would believe you saying that?"
Tang An's shoulders shrugged and he said, "My patience is limited. Miss Yan, please think about it, do you really think I can't beat you? If I really had bad intentions, I could have ambushed you the moment you left the room. Could you have defended against that?" Just now, in our fight, who had the upper hand? If we continued to fight, how long could you hold out?" Yan Lan was stunned, her expression slightly retreating, pointing at Tang An's long sword, her momentum seemed to weaken as well.
She blinked and said, "If it's really as you say, then that's not right! Why did you help me instead of your senior brother? That doesn't make sense!"
Tang An looked rather embarrassed at Yan Lan's question, and smiled wryly, "Well, even I don't know!"
Yan Lan paused, looking at Tang An, noticing his gaze fixed on her with a strange feeling in his eyes. She suddenly felt her face burning, a wave of inexplicable shyness washing over her. She abruptly sheathed her sword with a clang, turned, and ran away.
Tang An watched Yan Lan rush out of the room, a sudden pang of regret washing over him. He regretted not revealing a weakness earlier, letting her slap him.

Yan Lan returned to her room, closed the door, and leaned against it, recalling the scene. She felt involuntarily embarrassed, thinking, "How could this be? Why did he look at me like that?"
It was a look she had never experienced before, not even among her senior sisters on Jade Peak. Like a gentle breeze in early spring, it stirred ripples in her heart. Yanlan frantically rubbed her hands, feeling extremely confused. She tried to think of something random, but couldn't recall anything.
Suddenly, she heard a soft "scratching" sound from the wall. Yanlan's eyes darted around quickly, and she saw something seem to shrink into the wall. She paused for a moment, then realized: "He pulled out his sword. Yes, he lives next door."
She approached the wall, squatted down, and saw a crack in the wall. Looking through it, she could see Tang An sheathing his sword and placing it on the table. A thought struck Yanlan: "In that case, wouldn't it be perfect for me to peek from here? I can observe him for a few days and see if he really wants to help me."
Yanlan was still young, and her childlike spirit was piqued. She thought it would be fun to peek like this, so she sat on the ground and peered through the wall. Tang An sat down to meditate, but after a moment, his expression became strange, as if he were restless. He opened his eyes and stood up.
Yan Lan chuckled inwardly, "Good, he can't even concentrate on meditation. How did he develop such skills?"
But then she heard Tang An say in a low voice, "This silly girl!"
Yan Lan was startled, thinking, "Has he noticed?" But his expression didn't seem like it. She saw Tang An pacing back and forth, looking very agitated, his face full of worry. Suddenly, he stopped and let out a long sigh.
Seeing Tang An like this, Yan Lan's heart wavered. She thought, "Seeing how troubled he is, could it be that he really wants to help me? But why would he help me? Could it be... could it be that he...?"
Just as she was contemplating the unimaginable, Tang An suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his pants. Yan Lan was even more shocked and embarrassed, quickly turning her head away, inwardly cursing, "Shameless bastard, how could he do this in front of a girl..." But then she thought again and felt a pang of embarrassment; he was in her own room, and he had no idea she was peeking at him. Yan Lan scratched her head, her heart pounding, thinking, "Anyway, he doesn't know, I'll just peek again." She leaned closer.
She saw Tang An had taken off his pants, revealing a tuft of dark hair between his legs, and a bright red penis standing erect—a truly astonishing sight. Yan Lan swallowed, her heart pounding. She thought to herself, "This is the thing Senior Sister Yang was talking about." Recalling Yang Mingxue's words, she unconsciously touched her crotch, pressing her fingers against her tender little opening through her skirt and underpants. She thought, "If that thing goes in, that's 'intercourse'..."
She unconsciously applied a little pressure, pressing her fingers against the entrance of her private parts, feeling a slight pleasure, a tingling sensation running through her body. Yan Lan's face flushed slightly, somewhat flustered. She continued watching Tang An's room, seeing him holding his penis and stroking it back and forth. As he stroked it, an expression of unbearable tension appeared on his face, as if he was trying to suppress something. Watching him, she felt her heart gradually quicken, and she couldn't help but gasp a few times. Suddenly, she felt her fingers were wet and cool. Looking down, she saw a large wet patch on her skirt.
Yan Lan was startled: "How could this be... I... This is..." She quickly took off her skirt and underpants, and saw that her crotch was covered in a wet, sticky liquid, but it didn't look like urine. She didn't know what it was, and it kept seeping from her private parts.
Yan Lan panicked, her face turning red with shame at this inexplicable sight. She felt ashamed, but didn't understand why she felt ashamed. She touched her private parts, her fingers touching the tender flesh of her labia, and suddenly felt an unusual comfort, causing her to unconsciously moan softly: "Ah..."
As soon as she made the sound, Yan Lan immediately covered her mouth to stop, her heart pounding. She peeked at Tang An again through the crack, and saw him tilt his head back, thrust his waist twice, and as he rubbed his penis with his hands, a stream of cloudy, sticky fluid spurted from the tip of his penis, splashing onto the ground.
Yan Lan was dumbfounded, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest, her whole body burning up, and she almost fainted. But the strange sensation in her lower body seemed to urge her to soothe herself. Yan Lan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head vigorously, pressing her legs tightly together. Under the pressure, her love juice lazily flowed down her thighs.

Tang An sat alone in the room, cursing himself for being useless. He thought, "If I don't think of a way to persuade her to leave, she'll be captured by my senior brother sooner or later. Tang An, think of a way! This is the first girl who has moved your heart. Can't you save her? Are you just going to stay here and indulge in wishful thinking?"
He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a suitable plan. Only Yan Lan's pretty figure appeared in his mind, bouncing and hopping in front of him, stretching her shapely limbs. Thinking of Yan Lan's alluring body, Tang An felt hot all over and couldn't resist. He took out his "treasure" again and stroked it.
By fantasizing about Yan Lan's various charming appearances, Tang An ejaculated again. Although he released his desire, he couldn't relieve his restlessness. He was increasingly infatuated with Yan Lan, not only desiring to be close to her body but also wanting to protect her from any violation, forever preserving her pure and lovely demeanor. His immediate priority, however, was to deal with his senior brother, Jiang Zixiang.
Tang An put on his trousers, thinking, "The only way now is to find my senior brother and beg him to release Miss Chen. But getting him to release a girl he's taken a fancy to is easier said than done, especially since I don't even know where he is."
As he hesitated, a sudden inspiration struck him: "Since Miss Yan already knows my identity, and judging from her demeanor when she left, she wasn't entirely distrustful of me. So, it's feasible for us to join forces against my senior brother! It's difficult to have both; I'll have to break ties with him first and explain later. He's done so many bad things; he deserves some retribution."
Having figured this out, Tang An was overjoyed and secretly nodded, preparing to fight alongside Yan Lan. At that moment, through the partition, Tang An suddenly heard a few soft, panting breaths.
"Ah...oh...ha...um..."
Tang An's heart trembled. He tiptoed to the wall, pressed his ear against it, and clearly heard Yan Lan breathing heavily, her voice soft and seductive. A quick glance revealed a crack in the wall, pierced by his sword. He immediately knelt, peering into Yan Lan's room.
Inside, Yan Lan lay on her side, facing the wall Tang An was peeking at. Her expression was hazy, her hand caressing her private parts, her palm rubbing against the dark pubic hair, glistening with clear fluid. Her movements were hesitant, as if she didn't know how to caress herself; her fingers didn't probe inside, only gently stroking the tender skin of her vulva.
Whenever his sensitive areas were touched, Yanlan would moan softly, "Mmm, mmm." Although her voice was very low, it was enough to arouse Tang An. As he watched, he felt a rush of heat to his head, almost making his soul leave his body.
He took a few deep breaths, his expression still unable to hide his excitement, and whispered, "That's enough, it's worth it!" He took off the pants he had just put on and grasped her eyelashes again.

Several days passed, and Tang An and Yanlan did not meet again, but through this wall, they spied on each other's movements every day.
Tang An was far more experienced than Yanlan, and on the second day he noticed that Yanlan was often peeking at him. But he didn't care, thinking, "Anyway, I have nothing to hide. If you want to look, then look to your heart's content." When he could not restrain his desire for Yanlan, he still relieved himself with his hands in the room. Sometimes, he suspected that Yanlan was watching, which made him even more excited, and he ejaculated more profusely than usual.
When he spied on Yanlan, he often saw her shy and nervous demeanor. It seemed that when she noticed Tang An approaching the wall while spying, she quickly pretended nothing was wrong, all of which Tang An witnessed.
Tang An particularly enjoyed peeping at Yanlan changing clothes. At this time, Yanlan was completely unguarded, her beautiful breasts, slender waist, and shapely buttocks fully exposed, as if she wasn't worried at all about Tang An peeping at her. Whenever she finished changing, she would run to the crack to check, and Tang An would immediately sit far away, facing the wall, pretending to meditate, while his hand slowly stroked his penis.
This crack created a subtle change between the two.
On the morning of the ninth day, Tang An returned to his room from outside. As soon as he opened the door, Yanlan came out of her room.
They looked at each other, Tang An smiled, but Yanlan blushed, looking embarrassed.
Tang An said, "You're not going to kill me anymore?" Yan Lan glared at him and said, "I never said I was going to kill you!" Tang An said, "Alright, then believe me." Yan Lan's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly jumped up and down, shouting, "You! Listen carefully, I need to focus on dealing with Jiang Zixiang now. If you really want to help me, then don't bother me all the time!" Tang An said, "That's strange. We haven't seen each other for nine whole days. How have I bothered you?"
Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, her face turning red, and she said, "You...you...you should be quiet in the room." Tang An smiled and said, "I'm usually very quiet. It's usually you who are a little noisy."
Yan Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, "I...you heard what?" Her eyes were more urgent than ever before. Seeing her so shy, Tang An felt an indescribable excitement and deliberately smiled and said, "Nothing, your voice is very nice." Yan Lan's face changed drastically, and her cheeks turned completely red. Tang An added, "But practicing martial arts is one thing, is it necessary to shout so loudly?" He then smiled casually.
Yan Lan's expression softened upon hearing this, and she breathed a sigh of relief, softly saying, "I'm sorry," looking quite embarrassed. Tang An chuckled inwardly, went into his room, and closed the door, thinking, "This girl is completely naive. It'll be incredibly difficult for her to defeat my senior brother." He touched the sword at his waist, thinking, "If I'm going to fight my senior brother, I need to be extra careful. I absolutely cannot let him get truly angry and use the 'Xiao Ran Sword Technique,' otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Just then, Tang An suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the next room. He was puzzled: "Miss Yan just left; why is there a sound?" He walked to the wall and peered through the crack.
On the other side of the crack, there was also an eye, dark and lively, its long eyelashes blinking. Coincidentally, both of them simultaneously peered through the crack.
Tang An was startled and jumped back, simultaneously hearing a scream from the next room. Just as he realized something was wrong, Yan Lan slammed open the door and rushed in, drawing her sword and pointing it at Tang An, angrily shouting, "You...you...you were spying on me!"
Tang An shrugged helplessly and sighed, "Miss, you were spying on me too!" Yan Lan was both ashamed and angry, crying out, "Who...who was spying on you...I just thought you were spying on me, so..." Tang An said, "Oh, that's what I should be saying! I just saw you leave, why did you come back to the room? I'm afraid you came back to spy on me." Yan Lan's face flushed red, and she hurriedly denied it. She cried out, "No, no!"
Seeing her embarrassed and angry expression, Tang An guessed that his deduction was correct and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased: "It seems that Miss Yan's hostility towards me has indeed greatly diminished." Just as he was feeling happy, he suddenly saw Yan Lan brandish her long sword and shout, "How long have you been spying on me?" Tang An smiled and said, "Tell me about yours first. When did you start spying on me?"
Yan Lan's face turned red and white in turns, she bit her lower lip tightly, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears. She stomped her foot hard and shouted, "Terrible, filthy, big bastard!" She turned around and rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Tang An was stunned for a long time, feeling quite apologetic. He thought to himself, "Really, I shouldn't have teased her like that. I went too far with my jokes. What should I do now?"
Feeling uneasy, he left his room and knocked on Yan Lan's door, softly saying, "Miss Yan..." He only managed to say three words before Yan Lan's voice came from behind the door: "Get out of here!"
Tang An was extremely embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he said softly, "Miss, I'm sorry..." He then heard Yan Lan shout from inside the room again: "How annoying! Get out of here! If you say another word, I'll fight you to the death!"
Tang An was utterly helpless and could only return to his own room, feeling extremely dejected. He wanted to peek at Yan Lan through the crack again, but as soon as he turned his head, he heard a rumbling sound. Yan Lan had already moved something to block the view, and he couldn't see anything anymore.
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uid41355 Essence 0 Points 472 Posts 374 Prestige 0 Health 0 Reading Permissions 50 Registered 2005-6-23 Status Offline That night, Tang An tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He hadn't expected Yan Lan to throw such a tantrum. Not early, not late, but precisely the day before his senior brother's arrival, they had a falling out. Tang An could only sigh repeatedly.
He sat up in bed, stroking the sword sheath beside the bed, thinking, "My senior brother is coming tomorrow, what should I do?" Thinking of Yan Lan's tearful eyes, Tang An felt a pang of pain in his heart, thinking, "Even if Miss Yan is angry with me, I have to help her."
Since he couldn't sleep, Tang An simply sat quietly, circulating his inner energy to prepare for a formidable enemy. The Netherworld Skill flowed throughout his body, and Tang An entered a state between sleep and wakefulness, his body effortless, letting his inner energy circulate freely.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but dawn broke in the east. As Tang An was contemplating his inner energy, he suddenly heard a knock at the door. "Guest, breakfast is here." Tang An slowed his breathing, opened his eyes, and said, "Come in."
The door opened, and the waiter entered carrying a tray with steamed buns and tea. He put down the breakfast, his face beaming, and said, "Guest, you'd better not leave your room today." Tang An asked, "Oh? Why is that?" The waiter replied, "That lecherous thief Jiang Zixiang is coming today. The lady Yan in the next room is already waiting downstairs. It looks like a fight is about to break out. Until the fight is over, you'd better not leave your room to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Tang An's heart skipped a beat. "So early?" he said, getting up, picking up his longsword, and taking a step to leave. The waiter quickly stopped him, laughing, "Sir, you'd better stay in your room." Tang An shouted, "Stop nagging! Get out of the way!" He waved his hand, intending to push the waiter aside, but the waiter dodged and suddenly struck with a powerful palm.
Tang An was startled and parried the palm strike, shouting, "Who are you?" The waiter chuckled and launched a double palm attack. Tang An snorted, parrying both palms with ease, his right hand sweeping across with his sword, sheath still attached. But then, another unexpected turn of events occurred. Two figures flashed in from outside the door, attacking Tang An from both sides. Tang An, with his keen hearing, had already sensed them. He used "Soaring Crane" to leap into the air, deflecting all the attacks.
He landed on the table and saw two newcomers. One was also dressed as a waiter, while the other was Liu Asan, whose eyes gleamed with a sharp light, exuding the aura of a master. Tang An sensed something was amiss and said coldly, "It seems things are going to get complicated. I'll have to put in some effort first."

Yan Lan sat on the first floor of the inn, waiting for Jiang Zixiang to arrive. Thinking of yesterday's incident,
she felt a wave of frustration. She glanced at the stairs, thinking, "Is he angry with me? I threw a tantrum yesterday; I'm afraid he's unhappy too." She had to admit that her reaction yesterday was a bit excessive. With the enemy approaching, Yan Lan felt uneasy, but she didn't realize that this unease wasn't solely due to this.
While she was lost in thought, a young man entered the inn and smiled slightly at Yan Lan. Yan Lan paused, then asked the innkeeper, "Innkeeper, he wouldn't happen to be…?"
The innkeeper nodded, his voice trembling, "Yes, he is Jiang Zixiang!"
Yan Lan suddenly stood up and drew her long sword. Jiang Zixiang's gaze swept over her several times, as if appraising a finely crafted treasure, before he chuckled, "You are indeed Yan Lan of Ruyu Peak. You are quite beautiful, but it's a pity you lack charm." Yan Lan asked with a straight face, "What?"
Jiang Zixiang shrugged and laughed, "Such a peerless beauty, yet you draw your sword against your lord, looking so murderous. How can you win anyone's heart? Good sister, let me teach you. If you want to win over Jiang Zixiang, you don't need to brandish swords. Just wear a few less layers of clothing and call me 'good brother' a few times. A beauty like you, I'll cherish you too much to handle!"
Yan Lan blushed and scolded, "Nonsense! Listen to me, you're not allowed to make a move on Miss Chen. Hurry up and go home, or else..." Jiang Zixiang laughed, "Or else what?" With a casual flick of his wrist, a long sword was already pointed at Yan Lan's throat. This move came incredibly strangely, without warning, and with astonishing speed. Yan Lan had no chance to even parry it.
Yan Lan was terrified, feeling the chill of the sword's edge on her neck, and couldn't finish her sentence. Jiang Zixiang laughed, "Among the young ladies of Ruyu Peak, apart from Yang Mingxue, none seem to have any real skill. Their fist and foot techniques may be lacking, but their bedroom skills are worth a try. Sister Yan, is your...wet?" Yan Lan stammered, "What?" Jiang
Zixiang smiled, flicked his wrist, and the sword flashed back and forth, knocking the sword from her hand. He said, "Take off her skirt." The shopkeeper replied, "Yes!" He grabbed Yan Lan's belt and ripped it open, tearing the skirt and revealing her bare legs. Yan Lan cried out in alarm, "Shopkeeper, you..." But the shopkeeper's face twisted into a sinister smile, his eyes filled with cunning.
Yan Lan suddenly realized what was happening, and was so angry she almost cried. She cried out, "You lied to me! You're all in cahoots..." Jiang Zixiang laughed, "He didn't completely lie to you. At least I treated his daughter well.
Now it's your turn." He slowly lowered the sword tip, bringing it to above her cleavage. Her belt was broken, and her clothes were completely open. The sword tip moved, slicing through her bodice inch by inch. Yan Lan was filled with shame and indignation, crying out in a mournful voice, "No... I hate it, I hate it, don't do this!"
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, and a figure flew out from the second-floor corridor, crashing through the railing and falling to the ground, smashing an eight-immortal table, screaming in agony. One fell, then another, and then another, all covered in blood, severely injured. Yan Lan glanced to the side and saw two waiters and Liu Asan.
After the three fell, another figure leaped down, a flash of blue light in his hand, his sword flashing and retracting in a swift motion. The moment he landed, two more waiters on the first floor were struck and fell.
Jiang Zixiang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Junior Brother!" The newcomer brandished his longsword and said, "Senior Brother, release her!"
Before Jiang Zixiang could give the order, the shopkeeper rushed forward, having somehow drawn two swords, and beckoned to Tang An. Tang An didn't even look, casually wielding his sword, "Southwest Sound," the sword's momentum like a desolate autumn wind, sweeping past in a single strike. Blood splattered from the shopkeeper's chest, and he fell to the ground.

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