The martial arts world is rife with undercurrents.

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The Golden Crow Palace, once the outer sect of the Heavenly Pole Sect that housed assassins, was not particularly hidden. Although not in the heart of the city, it wasn't far from bustling villages.

One day, Qi Jun and Bai Ya arrived at a town called Danyi. Seeing that it was getting dark, Bai Ya reined in her horse outside the town and said, "Brother Jun, I've been to the Golden Crow Palace with my master before. It's still a half-day's journey from here. It's late, and the night road is difficult to travel. Let's stay the night and continue our journey tomorrow morning." Qi Jun calculated that he still had two or three days until his appointment with his master, Zhu Wanning, so he wasn't in a hurry to reach the Golden Crow Palace and nodded in agreement.

The two entered the town and found it surprisingly prosperous. A wide, straight street ran all the way to the end, with all the shops and restaurants concentrated on this street.

Even at this hour, the street was bustling with people. Upon closer inspection, however, many people, like the two of them, carried swords and knives, suggesting they were all martial arts practitioners participating in the martial arts tournament.

Qi Jun and Bai Ya went to inquire at a larger inn, only to find that only one superior room was left. They quickly booked a room, and once settled, they felt hungry. They went down to the main hall, called over a waiter, and ordered a few dishes they liked. While eating, they chatted idly about trivial matters.

The main hall was packed, with nine out of ten tables occupied by martial arts practitioners with fierce expressions, clinking glasses, playing drinking games, and shouting—a noisy and boisterous scene.

Qi Jun and Bai Ya had barely sat down when they attracted a murmur of discussion. One was robust and handsome, the other charming and alluring; how could they not attract attention? Although this martial arts tournament invited righteous heroes, how many of these men, who had tasted blood, were truly refined? Their words were often disrespectful. At first, while the group of wealthy guests whispered about the two of them, Qi Jun and Bai Ya, though aware of the situation, ignored it.

However, at one table, three drunkards, their eyes glazed with lust, stared at Bai Ya, spewing vulgarities. Qi Jun's expression changed. His eyebrows arched, his eyes widened, and his hand pressed against the antique scabbard on the table. The sword Qi Jun carried was named "Purple Cloud," treasured for many years at Jade Lake Manor. He had taken it out as a weapon for self-defense because it was inconvenient to carry his usual iron spear on this trip. He

pushed the hilt with his thumb, revealing a gleaming, frosty blade. His beloved wife had been insulted, and Qi Jun was enraged, wanting to punish the drunkards.

As the saying goes, a virtuous wife keeps a man from suffering misfortune. Seeing the situation was turning sour, Bai Ya quickly placed her soft hand on her husband's large hand and whispered, "Jun-ge, let them say what they want. It's not like they'll lose anything. At this time, it's better to avoid trouble." Her bright and beautiful eyes looked tenderly at her husband, urging Qi Jun to suppress his anger and ignore those scoundrels.

Qi Jun always listened to Bai Ya's advice. He let out a heavy sigh and sheathed his sword. Neither Bai Ya nor Qi Jun wanted to cause any more trouble and wanted to swallow their anger.

But things didn't go as planned. Among the drunkards at the table, a burly man with a scarred face and a thick beard had noticed Qi Jun's subtle movement. He grinned and chuckled, "Where did this virgin come from? You think you can act tough in front of us men? Hey, you over there, tell your woman to come over and have a couple of drinks with us as an apology. Otherwise, if you anger us, I'll castrate you, you little bastard, and make your woman a widow for the rest of her life." With that, he let out a grating, lewd laugh.

Amidst his arrogant shouts, the two men at the table beside him lewdly echoed his sentiments. One, a man with a goatee, shook his head and said,

"Second Senior Brother, I'm afraid it's not just about having a couple of drinks. I think you've got your eye on that chick and want to take her back for a good time. Hahaha, hahaha..."

The other, a thin, dark-skinned man, chuckled, "That's perfect! Castrate her, take the little brat, and bring the chick back. The three of us brothers can each have a night. Wouldn't that

be a life of pleasure?" "I think we should all go at it together!" the goatee-bearded man added, but this was simply too much to bear.

His beloved wife had been so insulted; if Qi Jun didn't retaliate, he wouldn't be a true man. His imposing figure rose suddenly, and with a clang, his longsword was drawn from its sheath. Amidst the clear, dragon-like sound, the radiant light of the Purple Cloud Sword filled the air, its tip trembling as it pointed directly at the three thugs at the next table.

The three men remained composed, unmoved even with Qi Jun's longsword pointing at them. The scarred, burly man, known as the leader and called Second Senior Brother, chuckled sinisterly, "You little bastard, do you know who we are? Are you tired of living?" Qi Jun and Bai Ya didn't recognize these three thugs, but those around them were holding their breath in fear. These three shameless scoundrels were no ordinary people; they were known in the martial arts world as the "Three Tigers of the Broken Gate," disciples of the Tiger Wing Sect, hailed as the number one sword sect in the world. The scarred man, the leader, was named Scarface Tiger Ba Shiren, the second junior brother of the current sect leader, Zhang Su. The other two, ranked below Ba Shiren in the Tiger Wing Sect, were Smiling Tiger Wu Santong and Black-Hearted Tiger Wang Lisong.

The three had mastered the Thirty-Six Styles of the Five Tigers Broken Gate Sword Technique, and their combined attack, the Three Tigers Formation, was unparalleled in power.

Tiger Wing Sect Master Zhang Su, unable to attend the martial arts gathering at the Golden Crow Hall due to other important matters, sent his three junior brothers in his place. However, these three, bound by sect rules and regulations, showed no signs of vice.

Away from the Tiger Wing Sect and without their senior brother's supervision, they indulged in this drunken and immoral behavior after only a few drinks.

Many people around Qi Jun, accompanied by a beautiful young woman, disliked him and wanted to see him humiliated. A few upright individuals also couldn't bear to watch, but preferring to avoid trouble, they refrained from acting rashly. Only an old man with white hair and beard, leaning on an iron cane, sat in a corner, coldly watching the three tigers of the Broken Gate, sighing and shaking his head.

Three long howls merged together, shaking the rooftops and deafening the audience. Those with weak martial arts could barely see when the three tigers of the Broken Gate rose; three figures, accompanied by three streaks of cold light, flew towards the handsome young man like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey. But the young man was too inexperienced. Although he drew his sword first, he didn't flinch when the three tigers of the Broken Gate pounced, standing there dumbfounded.

Outnumbered and outmatched, having lost the initiative, how could he possibly survive?

Three cold lights aimed at Qi Jun's upper, middle, and lower body. Just when everyone was waiting to see Qi Jun's blood splatter on the spot,

Qi Jun's tall and strong body miraculously disappeared in front of the three tigers of the Broken Gate.

A great reputation is never without its flaws; the three tigers of the Broken Gate were no pushovers. Qi Jun abruptly stopped his charge, turned around, and saw that Qi Jun had already floated down behind the three. Scarface and Blackheart, the two tigers, slashed at Qi Jun's neck from the left and right, while Smiling Tiger lowered his body, his steel blade sweeping across Qi Jun's lower body.

The three tigers had formed a three-man tiger formation. Qi Jun couldn't dodge to the left or right; if he bent down, his legs were completely controlled, and if he retreated even a step, his attack would be nullified.

Whether it was the three tigers' drunkenness slowing their movements or Qi Jun's incredible speed, in a flash, Qi Jun suddenly leaned back, the tip of his Purple Cloud Sword touching the ground, his body rising horizontally, his feet flying out, directly charging between the three sharp blades—two high and one low. Qi Jun

's move was extremely dangerous; with a slight twist of his wrist, the three tigers could have easily attacked him from above and below. However, Qi Jun's speed was too great, leaving the three no time to change

their tactics. With a swift kick, he struck the Smiling Tiger squarely in the face. A scream rang out, and the Smiling Tiger fell backward. Qi Jun didn't stop his movement; using the momentum of his flying kick, he forcefully passed between Ba Shiren and Wang Lisong. When his movement slowed slightly, he kicked the Smiling Tiger in the face again, and with a leap, flew out of the battle.

Such swift movement left the onlookers dumbfounded. While some admired Qi Jun's ghostly speed, others felt his audacity and the stroke of luck that he had succeeded.

Although Bai Ya's hand rested on the sword hilt, her face was all smiles, showing no sign of worry. She had complete confidence in her lover; he alone was more than capable of dealing with these three shameless scoundrels.

It was just a pity for the Smiling Tiger, Wu Santong, who had been kicked twice in the face. His eyes were blindfolded, his nose shattered, and three of his front teeth were missing, truly making him a "breathing hole." One wonders if he could still smile after this. With

one of the three tigers gone, the formation could no longer be formed. Qi Jun used the strange and unpredictable lightness skill of the Guanghan Palace, employing the unique and strange steps of Ji Feiling's family, to fight the two tigers in the inn's lobby. In no time, he struck the Black-Hearted Tiger King, Li Song, in the chest, sending him flying several feet away, clutching his heart and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Scarface Ba Shiren tried to intervene, but a sudden flash of cold light appeared before his eyes. A two-inch-long gash appeared on the side of his face where there was no scar, the longsword in his hand slicing open the wound, blood gushing from the gaping wound.

Then, a chill ran down his neck; the longsword was already pressed against his throat.

Enduring the excruciating pain on his face, Scarface Ba Shiren saw the handsome young man standing calmly and motionless, his bright eyes cold and piercing. He was both discouraged by his imposing life and overwhelmed by the young man's imposing presence, and dared not meet his gaze again.

"A small punishment today serves as a warning; let's see if you dare spout nonsense again," a cold voice came from Qi Jun, as he withdrew the longsword.

Only after his life was no longer in danger did Ba Shiren feel the burning pain on his face. He gritted his teeth, saying in shame and indignation, "I have learned your skill today; I will come back to apologize another day." He stamped his foot, helped his two junior brothers to their feet, and stormed out the door.

These three were incredibly lucky; without the martial arts tournament, they wouldn't have escaped so easily. Even if Qi Jun didn't kill them on the spot, he'd at least leave a few holes in them. However, the martial arts tournament was, after all, organized by his Tianji Sect. Although he didn't consider himself a member of the Tianji Sect, he still had to maintain appearances.

The inn's lobby suddenly fell silent. All eyes of the martial arts enthusiasts were focused on Qi Jun and Bai Ya. Some secretly admired the young man's talent, while others wondered about their origins.

Fortunately, Qi Jun had once commanded thousands at Yuhu Manor and was used to such admiring gazes over the past few months, so he didn't feel embarrassed. He simply blushed slightly, pulled Bai Ya back to the table, and the two exchanged a smile, not saying anything more, silently eating while exchanging knowing glances.

Having more friends meant more opportunities. Having witnessed Qi Jun's superb swordsmanship, naturally some wanted to curry favor with him. The two had only eaten a few bites when a simply dressed middle-aged man approached with a wine cup. The middle-aged man, beaming, bowed slightly and said, "Friend, I am Ma Hongye of the Meteor Society. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me and making friends?"

The Meteor Society was a gang that had risen to prominence in the

martial arts world in recent years, renowned for its wealth and large numbers of men. Everyone had heard of Ma Hongye, the leader of the Meteor Society, but no one had expected him to be such an unassuming man.

Bai Ya, with far more experience in the martial arts world than Qi Jun, had already risen to greet him while Qi Jun was still unaware of the situation. "So it's Boss Ma. We are just unknown juniors in the martial arts world, how dare we trouble Boss Ma... Brother Jun, this is the famous leader of the Meteor Society." Qi Jun, raised with strict manners, naturally wouldn't be impolite and had already risen to greet her. Listening to his wife's explanation, he realized that Ma Hongye was no ordinary person. He humbly said, "Master Ma, I am Qi Jun. I dare not presume to be your friend. Please enlighten me, Master Ma."

"Qi Jun?" Ma Hongye repeated, pondering for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Could it be the young master of Jade Lake Manor, the Jade-Faced Flying Dragon Qi Jun, who once defeated the Jiangbei Bee Bandits, from the Tianji Sect?" This remark caused an uproar, and the discussion resumed. However, this time the topic was not about the beautiful Bai Ya, but rather about Qi Jun.

Jade Lake Manor originally had little reputation in the martial arts world, only gaining some fame due to its abundant wealth. But since the battle against the Jiangbei Bee Bandits, the Tianji Sect had greatly promoted Qi Jun, forcibly bestowing upon him the title "Jade-Faced Flying Dragon," and his chivalrous name had spread throughout the land. Jade Lake Manor's reputation had also spread far and wide because of this young and promising master, but Qi Jun was still unaware of it.

Completely bewildered, Qi Jun didn't press the matter. He called over a waiter, ordered a few more dishes and a pot of fine wine, and began drinking and chatting with Ma Hongye.

Qi Jun knew that relying solely on the power of his Jade Lake Manor and the Guanghan Golden Crow Sect was far from enough to fight against the Tianji Sect; making more friends in the martial arts world would

be a great help. Therefore, after a few polite exchanges, he and Ma Hongye grew closer and their conversation became increasingly lively. Bai Ya sat to the side, saying little, but occasionally offering a few words of support for her brother Qi Jun at crucial moments, always adding a finishing touch.

As Qi Jun and Ma Hongye were talking, Bai Ya's gaze, like many others in the hall, flew to the entrance, where a man and a woman entered. Both were in their early twenties; the man was handsome and refined, and the woman was charming and beautiful.

Upon seeing them, Bai Ya immediately adopted a surprised expression, apologized, and stood up to greet them. As she walked, she called out, "Sister Miaolin, Brother Li, what a coincidence to meet you here." The man smiled and nodded slightly at Bai Ya as a greeting, but the beautiful young woman beside him hurried over to Bai Ya, took her hand, and exclaimed with delight, "Little sister Bai Ya, I really didn't expect to run into you!" She looked Bai Ya up and down a few times, and when she suddenly noticed Bai Ya's hair tied up, she was even more surprised: "Ya'er, you're married? Which lucky young man is so fortunate to marry such a beauty like you?" Bai Ya smiled shyly and said, "You've heard of him, he's my junior brother." In the entire Guanghan Palace, Qi Jun was the only male disciple, and he joined the sect later than Bai Ya, so he was naturally considered her junior brother. However, Zhu Wanning treated Qi Jun like a precious treasure, keeping him hidden inside the sect and never letting him out. Therefore, many of her familiar friends in the martial arts world had only heard of Qi Jun's name but had never seen him.

The beautiful young woman had heard of Qi Jun's chivalrous reputation in recent days and exclaimed, "So this is Chen Zi, the renowned Jade-Faced Flying Dragon! They are indeed a perfect match. Has he arrived yet? Let me see him; I haven't met my brother-in-law before."

Bai Ya took the beautiful young woman's hand and led her and the man beside her to Qi Jun and Ma Hongye. After introductions, they learned that Li Jun and Qin Miaolin were both disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect, founded by Fu Changsheng, who was hailed as the greatest swordsman since the beginning of time. Since their marriage, the two had been roaming the martial world, upholding justice and chivalry. Under the protection of the sect's divine power, they had performed numerous acts of righteousness with their two sharp swords. They were also inseparable, thus earning the reputation of "Golden Boy and Jade Girl Swords" in the martial world, a pair of immortal couples that everyone envied.

Ma Hongye, a man of many social standing, was delighted to have befriended two young and promising couples. He intended to leave the inn and find a grander restaurant to host a banquet for the four of them, but both couples politely declined. So he ordered more food and drinks and invited the four of them to

join him. The three men were quite tipsy, and the two beautiful young women felt it inappropriate to keep them company. After apologizing, Bai Ya accompanied Qin Miaolin to request rooms, but by then, there wasn't a single room available, not even a shared dormitory room.

Qin Miaolin said sullenly, "We arrived late, and both inns we visited were full. I'm afraid we'll have to stay in the inn tonight."

Bai Ya chuckled and said, "Sister Miaolin, why don't we kick Brother Li and my Jun Ge out tonight, then we'll have a place to sleep?" Qin

Miaolin shook her head and said, "How could I? That's your room, young couple's room. I don't want to cause you any trouble."

"Why not? That time, if it weren't for you deflecting my sword, my face would have been ruined. How could I have found a husband?" Guanghan Palace, under the orders of Tianji Gate, is dedicated to eliminating evil and wickedness. It not only frequently cooperates with Jinwu Palace but also joins forces with other righteous sects in the martial world to eradicate evil. Bai Ya was once ordered by her master to join her fellow disciples in sweeping away evil forces with the Qinglian Sword Sect. In that battle, she was rescued by Qin Miaolin, and the two became close friends. Although they didn't meet often, they addressed each other as sisters.

After several rounds of polite arguing, Qin Miaolin finally couldn't resist Bai Ya's enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. Bai Ya came up with another good idea. She called over a shop assistant, and a curtain was used to divide the guest room in two, with an additional bed added. If they didn't do anything shameful that night, it wouldn't be too awkward.

Soon, the three men, who had been chatting amiably, said they were tired and the banquet ended. Bai Ya and Qin Miaolin, the two beautiful young women, led their husbands back to rest.

After blowing out the candles, Qi Jun and Bai Ya simply took off their outer garments, stepped onto the newly made bed, lowered the curtains, and lay down intimately in each other's arms.

With two couples sharing the room, neither of them thought of doing anything inappropriate. Qi Jun and Bai Ya, the young couple, whispered intimately in each other's ears.

Qi Jun asked Bai Ya how she and Qin Miaolin became so familiar, and Bai Ya recounted their past. Qi Jun felt heartbroken upon hearing this and said repeatedly, "Killing that bastard with one sword was too lenient for him. If there were any more villains like him who dared to ambush my beloved wife, I would tear them to pieces."

Bai Ya chuckled sweetly, a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes. She lightly tapped Qi Jun's firm chest and said in a coquettish voice, "I forgot to tell you, Sister Miaolin is also very close to your sister Fang Yuan. When you come to the Golden Crow Palace this time, Master will probably bring your sister Fang Yuan along too. Why don't you take her home with you?" In the vast Guanghan Palace, among hundreds of disciples, Qi Jun was the only male. He was also handsome, so how could he not be popular with girls? Not only Zhu Wanning and her favorite disciple Bai Ya were infatuated with this handsome young man, but there were quite a few women in Guanghan Palace who had feelings for him. However, many Guanghan disciples knew that Qi Jun was interested in Bai Ya and sighed that their looks were far inferior to Bai Ya's, so they gave up their desire to compete. Only Fang Yuan was different

. She not only had a beautiful face, but also had extraordinary talent in martial arts. Therefore, before Bai Ya entered Guanghan Palace, Fang Yuan was the most favored by Zhu Wanning. However, after Bai Ya entered the Guanghan Palace, she surpassed Fang Yuan in both appearance and talent, and even their master, Zhu Wanning, favored Bai Ya.

Fang Yuan, who always considered herself the true successor of Guanghan, became jealous and constantly made things difficult for Bai Ya. At that time, Bai Ya was focused on revenge and concentrated on practicing martial arts, never bothering to argue with Fang Yuan. Zhu Wanning saw this and also disapproved of Fang Yuan's behavior. She reprimanded her several times, but only superficially appeased her; privately, they remained at odds, always ready to clash. From then on, Zhu Wanning also disliked her, and Fang Yuan increasingly resented Bai Ya, blaming her for stealing their master's favor.

Waiting for Qi Jun to enter the Guanghan Palace, unaware of the inside story, he foolishly dared not offend anyone, wholeheartedly playing the role of a kind-hearted person. He greeted everyone with a smile before even speaking, sometimes gentle and refined like a gentleman, sometimes pedantic and pretentious like a pedantic scholar, his endearing clumsiness making people unable to help but laugh. Yet, on the martial arts field, he was as still as a virgin and as swift as a rabbit, his movements as fluid as clouds and water, his swordplay as fierce as a whirlwind sweeping away leaves, drawing applause from the crowd.

This kind of man, with his tall and strong physique and handsome face, truly captivated Fang Yuan.

After hearing her fellow disciples talk about Qi Jun's family background, she learned that not only was he handsome and dashing, but his family was also incredibly wealthy. From then on, she was determined to marry this young, rich, and handsome man.

Unfortunately, his affections were unrequited. Although Qi Jun and Fang Yuan got along well, the tender affection in his eyes when he looked at Bai Ya betrayed his true feelings. He only loved Bai Ya and had no romantic feelings for her.

Fang Yuan hated Bai Ya even more and was determined to win Qi Jun over. But even on the day they left Guanghan Palace, Qi Jun's resolve remained unwavering. Among the many women in Guanghan Palace, only his master Zhu Wanning and Bai Ya could move him.

If it were any other senior or junior sister, given Bai Ya's temperament, she might have helped Qi Jun take another woman. But not Fang Yuan. No matter how magnanimous Bai Ya was, or how deeply she was bewitched by the male-centric ideology of the Spring Love Seduction Technique, she would never allow Qi Jun to take in a woman who constantly caused her trouble.

Mentioning Fang Yuan again now was laced with bitterness, a constant warning that Qi Jun might bring home another girl without warning. She'd only been with Qi Jun for a few months, and already had two "good sisters"—what young woman could handle that?

Bai Ya hadn't considered that she'd personally fueled the relationships with both her master, Zhu Wanning, and the new junior sister, Ji Feiling.

Qi Jun, however, dreaded hearing Fang Yuan's name. He'd had quite a few private contacts with her back then, and although it wasn't a romantic relationship, it inevitably aroused suspicion. Hearing his wife bring it up again made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, his heart pounding with guilt and fear.

Jade Lake Manor Master, Jade-Faced Flying Dragon Qi Jun, the young hero, remained a dutiful and obedient husband in front of his beloved wife. His face flushed, and regardless of whether Bai Ya could see him in the darkness, he smiled obsequiously and said, "My dear wife, how could I dare? My heart belongs only to you… and Fei Ling… and… Master…" He poured out his heart, yet in doing so, he mentioned two other women besides Bai Ya, revealing himself to

be far from the devoted lover he once was. He was clearly a philandering, fickle scoundrel. The couple's private conversation was already hushed, and Qi Jun's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost completely silent. Bai Ya, of course, knew her lover's nature. By chance, he had taken in three beauties, and he treated them all equally, cherishing them all. Therefore, Bai Ya never complained. In this warm and sweet moment, she no longer teased her lover, but simply rubbed her head against Qi Jun's warm chest, enjoying this long-awaited moment of quiet solitude.

Qi Jun's heart was also filled with sweetness, tightly embracing his beloved wife's soft and delicate body, gently kissing her silky hair, his eyes gradually closing, and he and Bai Ya drifted into a sweet dream.

In the middle of the night, Qi Jun was awakened by a strange noise. On the other side of the guest room, separated by a curtain, the large bed creaked rhythmically, followed by a barely audible low moan from a woman. It was easy to guess that the golden couple had once again joined forces, performing the conjugal ritual. Qi Jun thought to himself, "This couple is really too bold. Living in the same room with outsiders, they even have the mind to do such shameful things."

Qi Jun merely sighed and didn't take it to heart. They were a perfect couple, their love as sweet as a phoenix and a golden boy, their every moment filled with tender affection. How could he possibly reveal their secret?

Qi Jun awoke, and Bai Ya also heard the faint sound, but her thoughts differed from Qi Jun's. She had known Li Junhe and Qin Miaolin, a married couple, for a long time. Li Junhe was known in the martial arts world as a gentleman of propriety, always refined and courteous. Although Sister Miaolin was beautiful, she was gentle, virtuous, dignified, and elegant. How could these two be doing such a private thing in the dark, oblivious to the presence of others? A strange doubt arose in her heart, finding their actions too odd, unlike the image of a chivalrous couple.

But the sounds of lovemaking beside her stirred Bai Ya's aroused nature, making her body burn with desire. Yet, she dared not indulge in such behavior, suppressing her burning desire and clenching her teeth to fight against the passion within her.

Qi Jun felt his wife's body warming in his arms, knowing she was likely enduring another period of torment. However, he couldn't bring himself to make love to her in public, so he pretended not to know.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of passion from the other side gradually subsided, and Bai Ya was covered in a fragrant sweat. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep again.

When she opened her eyes again, dawn was breaking.

Her beloved Qi Jun was gazing at her tenderly. Seeing her open her eyes, he whispered in her ear, "When it's convenient, let's find a place. I really want you." Bai Ya smiled shyly. It turned out that not only did she know about last night's events, but her lover must have heard everything clearly. He had also noticed the change in her body, which was why he had taken responsibility so early, implying that he needed to make love to her.

Bai Ya, still in bed, used the bed curtains to conceal herself as she removed her clothes, soaked with sweat, changed into clean clothes, and carefully hid her underpants, drenched in her bosom from the climax of passion. She then tidied herself slightly and got out of bed. Meanwhile, Li Junhe and Qin Miaolin had also finished preparing themselves. Lifting the curtains, the two couples met, neither showing any embarrassment, as if nothing had happened the previous night.

After breakfast, the two couples agreed to set off. They traveled at a leisurely pace, letting their reins sway, and chatted about the upcoming martial arts tournament. The Golden Boy and Jade Girl Sword Couple, having been in the martial world for a long time, were well-versed in worldly affairs. Mentioning Jin Wuyai, Li Junhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Wuyai, in charge of the Heavenly Realm, has done many gratifying things. Even my master greatly admires him. In this public election for the leader, Master Wuyai will surely be the popular choice to ascend to the throne."

[The End]

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