Dreams shattered in the mortal world

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The cold blade of the unapproachable man grazed his left cheek, its speed causing a sharp, piercing sound that shook his eardrums. Simultaneously, a spiraling surge of energy, like a venomous dragon, pierced his abdomen with unparalleled ferocity. Wen Tong was thrown backward, his short blade flashing. With a "clang," it deflected the spear. The immense shockwave nearly left him exhausted; over a dozen wounds throbbed with excruciating pain. Sweat and blood soaked through his heavy clothes, clinging to his skin. Exhaustion and despair slowly eroded his fighting spirit. The enemy didn't pursue, remaining a mere three zhang away. The spearhead reflected the snow, blindingly cold. The sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its surface shimmering with an ethereal light. All around were shouting crowds, swords flashing and dancing, swirling in the air, bursts of blood blooming and scattering across the snow like newly blossomed red plum blossoms, tragically beautiful. The disciples of Hanshan Academy were all dead. "Moonlit Slasher" Tu Fei, clad in black, stood with his hands in his sleeves under the pale, cold sunlight. So many enemies. Wen Tong couldn't help but feel the desolation of a hero's end. He heard the enemy's voice saying, "Your men are almost all dead, why do you still hold on?"

"If you're waiting for Yu Xue'an, it's all in vain; he won't come."
The man wielding the spear stared at Wen Tong, his eyes sharper than the spearhead, a chilling killing intent pressing against his brow, sending shivers down Wen Tong's spine. Wen Tong took a deep breath, trying to relax his entire body, his thoughts racing. Although the enemy's attack was expected, its power was surprisingly strong. He didn't know if the headmaster could return in time to provide reinforcements; otherwise, he feared he would truly perish here today. Strangely, the disciples of the Red Leaf Branch led by Young Master Liu hadn't arrived yet; perhaps they had been ambushed en route. His strength was already severely depleted; he feared he wouldn't last much longer.

Over the years, he had never lost faith in Yu Xue'an, but this time, he saw no hope. The three-zhang distance seemed nonexistent; sword and spear surged forward in an instant, the shockwaves causing Wen Tong's robes to billow backward. Here it came again, the relentless onslaught. Wen Tong's eyes snapped open, his short blade flashing once more, deflecting dozens of rapid, rain-like thrusts. Scattered light fragments formed a dense blue spherical screen enveloping his entire body, leaving no opening. He tumbled and leaped through the air, the clash of weapons echoing incessantly. The two sides clashed and separated. The enemy pressed forward again, his spear scattering countless points of light, tearing the air with the all-pervasive blade. Wen Tong knew he had no choice but to act; once he did, he feared he would have no strength left to resist Tu Fei's "Moonlit Slash," but now he had no other option. He immediately discarded his blade. His left hand drew a semi-circle in front of him, his right hand shimmering with a pink halo, his five fingers tapping, pressing, patting, and striking, probing deep into the shadows of swords and spears. "Rainbow Melody!"

With a cry of alarm, the opponent swiftly retreated. The swordsman staggered back more than ten steps, a surge of heat rising in his abdomen, a sweet taste in his throat, and he coughed up blood, collapsing backward. The spearman stared blankly at Wen Tong for a long time before looking down at his left chest. He saw a hole the size of a bowl, a mangled mess, whether his heart or liver, a grotesque mess. An expression of utter astonishment appeared on his face as he slowly knelt down. Wen Tong felt dizzy, his vision blurring, and he collapsed to the ground, instinctively trying to gather his inner energy, feeling utterly empty and uncomfortable. The power of "Rainbow Melody" was unparalleled, but it consumed too much energy; for a moment he couldn't even move a finger, let alone face another enemy. Coughing blood, he looked at the relentlessly advancing Tu Fei and said in a deep voice, "I have a question."
"Go ahead."

"The three of you working together could have killed me, and they wouldn't have had to die. Why didn't you intervene just now?"
Tu Fei found the question utterly ridiculous. He kicked the two corpses, unable to hide his smugness. "To be honest, I originally thought they could handle you, but who knew they were so useless. I only want you dead. What do I care if they live or die? Now,"
he said happily, "there's no one left to steal my credit. I really don't know how to thank you."
Tu Fei tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said as if very seriously, "How about killing you?"

Wen Tong said disdainfully, "You betrayed your brother."
Tu Fei chuckled strangely, "Yes, I'm different from your Master Yu. He thinks brothers are for supporting each other. I think brothers are for betraying. What else are brothers for if not for betraying?"
Wen Tong clutched his chest and stopped talking. "If you've finished speaking, I'm going to make my move."
Tu Fei took another step forward. Wen Tong suddenly looked up, sighed, and said lightly, "Unfortunately, you won't have a chance. You're going to die."
"What?"

Tu Fei thought he had misheard and was about to ask again when he suddenly felt a burning heat all over his body. Then he smelled a burnt smell and immediately realized that his hair had curled up and then vanished without a trace in a gust of hot wind. He turned around in horror and saw an extremely strange sight. A sun seemed to explode from the ground, sweeping across the snow like a raging storm, its light blinding and scorching. The heatwave pushed the snow away, and his men fell like leaves in the wind. The sun was captured in the hand of a man. He was a tall, imposing man with a full beard, his eyes darker than his eyebrows, his heroic spirit more intimidating than his murderous aura. Beside him stood a slender, gentle-looking man in white, a knife slung at his waist. Seeing these two, Wen Tong let out a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile. As his tense nerves relaxed, the pain in his wounds suddenly returned, becoming unbearable. The burly man looked at Wen Tong with concern and asked, "Are you alright?" Wen Tong took a deep breath and said loudly, "I'm fine 　　, thank you for your concern,
Master." The man in white said, "We could have arrived earlier, but I suggested we go all in and raid their stronghold, which delayed us. Master and I were really worried you wouldn't be able to hold on, but now we can rest assured." 　　As the three were talking, Tu Fei seemed still stunned by what had just happened and asked with a hint of confusion, "Master Yu of Hanshan Academy?" 　　The burly man said, "I am." 　　Tu Fei asked sincerely, "What martial art did you use just now?" 　　"Blazing Sun Blaze." 　　Yu Xue'an said without any modesty, "It's my unique skill." 　　Tu Fei composed himself, swallowed, and tentatively asked, "Please don't kill me, okay?" 　　This time he asked very seriously. Yu Xue'an's answer disappointed him: "No." 　　But Yu Xue'an added, "I won't kill you," 　　pointing to the white-clad man beside him, "He's the one who attacked; his name is Liu Canyan." 　　The white-clad man smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and said casually, "You're injured and your strength is depleted, but I'm sorry, I don't care about that when I attack, so please be very careful. My blade is very fast; I'll only strike once. If you dodge, you won't die." 　　Hearing the name "Liu Canyan," Tu Fei immediately knew that fighting was inevitable. This head of the Red Leaf Branch Academy was quite different from Yu Xue'an. Yu Xue'an might respect you as a hero and let you go, but Liu Canyan wouldn't. Encountering this person meant only fighting; he was always kind to his own people and never kind to his enemies. Many people believed that the best choice when encountering this person was suicide, perhaps at least to die with some dignity. However, Tu Fei still had hope, because the other party promised only one strike. In this situation, Tu Fei made the wisest choice: he struck first. The Moonlit Blade slid from her sleeve into her palm, its cold light flashing like a rainbow, traversing several feet to strike Liu Canyan. Instead of retreating, Liu Canyan advanced, lowering her head to dodge the attack, then slashed at Tu Fei's face. The blade was fast, but Tu Fei actually dodged it, shifting several feet to the right just before the blade touched his body, the strike missing its mark. With a clang, Liu Canyan sheathed her blade, walked to Wen Tong, bent down to help him up, and the three of them left without another glance at Tu Fei. Tu Fei stood there stunned for a long time, then couldn't help but chuckle: "Damn it, a fast blade, more like cutting tofu, trying to scare me."

Turning to leave, he suddenly felt a surging pain from his chest to his abdomen, like a dam bursting. He loosened his clothes and looked down, immediately seeing the most terrifying thing in the world. He finally understood that he hadn't avoided the blade after all. But he couldn't understand how he could have been hit if he had avoided it. Unfortunately, he would never know the answer. Liu Canyan's blade was named "Red Dust." It meant that whoever touched this blade would be forever banished from the mortal world. Therefore, as a martial artist, one must remember a taboo: do not provoke Liu Canyan, nor provoke that blade. But this doesn't mean you can provoke Yu Xue'an. Liu Canyan's blade was a gift from Yu Xue'an, and her swordsmanship was passed down by Yu Xue'an. Could you afford to provoke someone like that? After this battle, Wen Tong was promoted by Yao to "Master of the Little Maple Hall" of the Red Leaf Branch of Hanshan Academy. This kind of joyful heartbreak... Yu Xue'an had always been very lonely. If it weren't for meeting her... If it weren't for Lin Wanhua... Meeting her felt like a calamity, one he couldn't avoid, couldn't escape, couldn't dodge, and had to face. He didn't want to avoid it; if he had known, he would have gone through with it anyway. He liked this calamity.

Some things in life seem destined to happen. From then on, Yu Xue'an's heart softened completely. He suddenly realized that snow could be warm, and cold could be hot. Her deep eyes, faint fragrance, gentle smile, and soft murmur were like seeds planted in his heart, taking root, sprouting, and slowly blooming into a timeless flower. Even when chasing enemies alone across the snowy plains, he no longer felt lonely. The days of dominating the martial world with his brothers were just a black and white ink painting. She came, and added color. He used to only have variety, but now he had all the colors. What she liked, he liked too. What she disliked, he gradually disliked as well. She disliked killing, disliked bloodshed, and gradually he stopped killing as well. Loving someone is truly strange. In Wen Tong and Liu Canyan's eyes, Yu Xue'an seemed like a completely different person. The former master, who used to drink heavily, sing, and behead others, drinking blood as a source of ecstasy, was sometimes gentler than gentle. Once, after much effort, they captured Duan Xiaolou, the master of "Xuefei Chonglou," and asked Yu Xue'an for his instructions. Liu Canyan's attitude was: "Kill."

Cut the weeds without leaving a trace. If they let him go, he'd only think they were easy to bully. Wen Tong believed they could cripple his martial arts; a tiger without claws and teeth can't be fierce anymore. Yu Xue'an released him, saying, "It's not that I'm soft-hearted. Since he's bowed his head, I'll give him a chance. If he still doesn't know what's good for him, I can still kill him. In the martial world, it's not just about being ruthless or powerful. No matter how powerful you are, if people praise you to your face but sharpen their knives behind your back, our battle will never end. If they only fear you, you won't be powerful for long. Giving others a path is giving yourself a path. In the long run, everyone gets tired."

Yu Xue'an's words weren't without reason, but in the end, "In the long run, everyone gets tired..."
it took Wen Tong a long time to understand the meaning. "Does the academy master mean he doesn't want to go anymore? He's tired? But there are still so many important things to do, so many enemies eyeing him covetously. Is now the time to let go? The academy master of the past wasn't like this. If it were the academy master of the past, he would sit on the high platform, glare at the young man with his tiger-like eyes, and shout like thunder, 'Take him out and kill him!'
How satisfying that would be." "If it were the former master of the courtyard, she would never have spent all day in the inner hall admiring flowers and planting grass. She would have led us in a joyous dance amidst the blades long ago."

Thinking of this, his blood boiled, his passion surging like waves crashing on the shore, a thousand piles of snow rising in the lake of his heart. "Lin Wanhua, it's all because of this woman. Since she came, the master of the courtyard has changed. She is indeed a beauty. Alas! I thought even the most beautiful woman would have an extreme, but she doesn't. Every move she makes exudes a thousand charms, every frown evokes a hundred tender feelings, every joy is like falling into a dream. A woman like that makes one want to embrace her and cherish her the moment they see her. Compared to her, Qimeng of 'Qinxiao Fang' doesn't even qualify as a woman." "
How could she be like this, blooming in the night like the sun, the sun like the night. No wonder the academy master, upon meeting her, was overcome with emotion, all because of his tender feelings. But no matter what, now is not the time to give up. The road is not yet finished, how can we be soft-hearted? Academy master, you once told me: 'A true man should have lofty ambitions. Your ambitions are not yet fulfilled, you cannot give up.'"

As Wen Tong thought about these things, Liu Canyan was looking at the horizon with his hands behind his back. No one could ever guess what was on his mind. Wen Tong felt more fear than respect for this man. He was so close to him, yet it felt like they were worlds apart. For the next two months, Yu Xuean continued to release people. Duan Xiaolou gathered a large group of people, including the most formidable enemies of Hanshan Academy, the "Azure Dragon Society," "Haoran Fortress," and the "Foreign Alliance," all of whom were eager to make a move. Three of Hanshan Academy's outer branches had already been eroded. Yu Xuean, however, did not cheer up. After hearing the news, he only said two words: "Is that so?"
Yu Xuean was looking at her. She was lighting a lamp. Her face, hidden in the lamplight, was as beautiful as an elf. He looked at her white, lotus-petal-like hand emerging from her sleeve, her delicate, fiery fingers, and the hair on her forehead, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance. His Lin Wanhua. "Can I look at you like this for the rest of my life?"

All the tenderness he had longed for was transformed into this question in his heart. He didn't say it aloud, but simply embraced her, letting himself fall into the abyss of pleasure once more with a passion as fiery as lava and as trembling as snow. After kissing her deeply for a while, Xue'an moved his kisses down her neck, finally reaching her snow-white and perfect breasts, licking and kissing around the nipples, teasing them until they stood erect before taking them into his mouth, gently biting them with the tip of his tongue against his teeth. Of course, his hands were not idle either, wandering and caressing other parts of her body. Her delicate body trembled, her face flushed with spring, her eyes half-closed, her small mouth slightly open, emitting soft moans. The nipples, teased and nibbled with gentle nibbling and sucking, were so stimulating and pleasurable, giving her an unbearable pleasure. But her lower body felt even more empty and itchy, making her want to submit to Xue'an, hoping he would quickly fill the void. Wanhua couldn't help but gasp, moan, and plead.

Xue'an freed one hand and stroked her smooth, delicate thigh from bottom to top, reaching the base of her thigh. He went straight through her soft panties, exploring her deep forest, playing with her curly, soft pubic hair, and gently caressing her already moist private parts. Xue'an's fingers began to touch the enemy's heart, kneading the buds in the petals, sometimes even exploring the flower path. Under the series of attacks, Wanhua was already overwhelmed, feeling the increasingly intense pleasure, an electric-like sensation coursing through her body. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, her snow-white body writhed incessantly. To suppress the increasingly intense moans of pleasure, she could only bite her fingers to stifle her cries, emitting harmless groans. When she could no longer bear it, she would shake her head and twist away. Her whole body was burning hot, her flower path itchy and empty, yearning for comfort from another source to fill the void. Thick white fluid seeped out... "No... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah... An... No..."

"Let go... I... Ah... Ah... Oh... Ah... Ah..."
Under Xue An's deliberate manipulation, her long black hair flowed freely, her eyes gleaming with a hungry thirst, her breath coming in gasps mixed with moans. Her tender breasts were kneaded, sucked, and bitten until they turned red, her snow-white body writhing incessantly. Her flower path, overflowing with thick love fluid under Xue An's full caresses, had some dewdrops clinging to her pubic hair. Her alluring and seductive demeanor aroused Xue'an's burning desire. Xue'an knew that her body and soul were completely conquered by him, and she was fully prepared to receive him. Xue'an straightened up, pulled off her panties, spread her legs, and exposed her alluring petals. He raised his menacing penis and pressed it against the slit between her petals, slowly inserting it until it was completely inside. The inner walls of her vagina would contract from time to time, tightly gripping Xue'an's penis, allowing him to taste that unique and wonderful feeling again. All his fantasies about her were fulfilled in this moment.

Wanhua gritted her teeth, gripping the sheets tightly. She felt Xue'an's erect penis thrusting deeper, the intense, stimulating sensation causing her to moan with satisfaction. Her hips arched automatically to meet Xue'an's penetration, trying to escape the emptiness and itchy discomfort. When his penis was fully inside, her body trembled, and she moaned ecstatically, her voice filled with boundless satisfaction. The slight pain was nothing compared to the complete ecstasy she felt, now completely immersed in the stimulation of desire. Xue'an lingered briefly in her warm, tight passage, savoring the warm, intense pleasure. His hands roamed over her delicate body, especially her swollen breasts, which he couldn't resist touching. But his body instinctively craved even greater pleasure, so he slowly withdrew his penis until only the glans remained inside her petals, then slowly pushed it back in. He repeated this for a while, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Wanhua felt the thick penis, like a red-hot iron rod, relentlessly rubbing and thrusting deep into her flower path. The penis seemed to have countless raised fleshy barbs, constantly rubbing against her tender inner walls. The intense sensation was indescribable, leaving only the pursuit of primal lust. Her slender waist and pink buttocks swayed up and down, seeking that soul-stirring, bone-melting pleasure, her mouth uttering seductive moans.

Ten minutes later, under the penis's subsequent powerful onslaught, waves of frictional pleasure surged through her body. A bewitching blush spread across her jade-like face, her head swaying from side to side, causing her flowing hair to cascade like a waterfall. Her body writhed vigorously to meet the thrusts, each entry and exit bringing a profound, ever-increasing pleasure. Her mind was filled with nothing but the pursuit of desire. Her wanton expression ignited Xue'an's lust. He lifted her pink legs, raised her hips, and increased the speed and force of his thrusts, penetrating deeper and harder until she suddenly seemed like a dying person making a final struggle, desperately thrusting, swaying, and twisting... Under wave after wave of pleasure, Wanhua finally couldn't withstand the overwhelming climax. She grabbed Xue'an's arms with both hands, her whole body tensed, and she raised her jade buttocks, crying out: "Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Good... Ah... I... I'm coming..."

The tender flesh inside her flower path contracted powerfully, gripping Xue'an's penis tightly. Xue'an thrust roughly a few more times, pushing her to a climax. A stream of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto his glans. Xue'an quickly pressed his glans against her clitoris, contracted his anus, and inhaled, absorbing the cool air coming from her body. Although Xue'an didn't know what this cool air was, he knew it would help his internal energy. After her climax, Wanhua collapsed beneath Xue'an, panting softly. A seductive blush rose on her cheeks. For the first time, she had experienced the sweetness of forbidden desire. Her body trembled slightly, still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. Xue'an gazed intently at the still-breathing beauty beneath him. Her eyes were half-closed, her brows and eyes brimming with undisguised passion—the marks of ultimate satisfaction after lovemaking.

He gently caressed her smooth body. The curve of her waist was beautiful, her breasts incredibly firm. Xue'an and her sweat mingled on her skin, creating an even smoother touch, prompting Xue'an to praise her. Women need praise from men, especially from their partners; it makes them happier and more beautiful. Even Wanhua couldn't resist the allure. Hearing the compliments, she felt like the happiest woman in the world, her face radiating a sweet, blooming smile. Her soft, jade-like hands snaked around Xue'an's neck, kissing him with utter tenderness. Their tongues met again, yearning for each other's nourishment, their hearts and bodies merging. A wisp of her fragrant hair wafted over, teasing Xue'an's still-burning desire, making him unable to resist violating her firm breasts once more. Then, Xue'an gently began to make circles with his waist, rubbing his glans against her clitoris, and Wanhua's face instantly flushed red. How could she withstand Xue'an's sensual teasing? Her flower path felt like a thousand ants crawling, the unbearable itching causing her to arch her jade-like buttocks in response, her face filled with seductive moans and gasps, fully revealing her renewed desire. At this moment, she couldn't help but beg Xue'an to thrust.

In less than ten minutes, Wanhua was moaning incessantly from the stimulation. Xue'an, with the air of a victor, admired her wanton expression. This time, her reaction was particularly intense; her jade-like buttocks swayed back and forth in rhythm with the kneading, while her legs were tightly wrapped around Xue'an's waist, her mouth uttering lewd moans. Xue'an began with gentle thrusts, occasionally pressing against her clitoris and grinding it a few times, while leaning down to kiss her lips, cheeks, ears, and neck. His hands were also busy, roaming all over her body. Xue'an had begun another battle of lust. In this way, Xue'an continued to make her climax four times, finally ejaculating into her body with her welcome. By then, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she lay paralyzed on the bed, unable to move. But he never saw the icy chill hidden beneath her panting breaths… Wen Tong felt the weather growing colder. Perhaps it was because of his state of mind. Lately, every time he approached Liu Canyan, he could clearly feel the surging, chilling killing intent and death rage emanating from him. That blade, which reveled in blood but never shed a drop of blood, must be itching for more. No wonder its fiercely murderous yet always icy-restrained master was so restless. The Red Dust Blade. This time, who would be leaving the mortal world forever? And the enemy was closing in day by day, step by step. Wen Tong thought, "Since that day is inevitable, let the battle come quickly!"

He only hoped that Yu Xue'an could feel his throbbing passion and fighting spirit. Every night, as he stroked his small, concealed blade, he would always ask, "Master, you probably don't remember the last time you drank with the brothers in the courtyard, do you? It was the day after you promoted me to 'Master of Xiaofeng Hall.' It was snowing heavily that day, so cold! But my heart was warmer than fire." "
Back then, you patted my shoulder, so hard it hurt, and said to me, 'Little Wenzi, work hard, we can make Hanshan Academy bigger than the seven southern provinces and sixty-three northern provinces.'

I still remember what you said. My hands were shaking with excitement, and you thought I was drunk. Do you still drink? I don't drink anymore. I suddenly realized how potent alcohol is; it cuts my throat and hurts. Another time, you said, 'Little Wenzi,' and then laughed and said, 'I should call you Master Wen now, haha. You think about how to deal with those 'Green Dragon Society' bastards.'" "You'll never mention such things again, you probably won't even utter a single vulgar word in front of Miss Wanhua. I know Miss Wanhua is a good woman, ah! She's so beautiful, but I still hope you can return to your former self, that I can hear your powerful footsteps and the force of your fists every day. That the now silent hall can once again resound with your passionate laughter. Master, do you understand my loneliness? You don't. Without your encouragement, my passion has frozen. Sometimes, I feel like a dead man."
Wen Tong earnestly asked in his heart, "Master, do you still hum the songs of your youth, do you remember those ideals you once had?"

He didn't know that Yu Xue'an was also asking herself every night, over and over again, "Can I look at you like this for the rest of my life?"
It turns out that loving someone is such a joyful kind of heartbreak. The heartbreak began when Wen Tong saw the mutilated corpse of Zhan Fei, the leader of the Yi Group under "Xiaofeng Hall" who had always been on good terms with him. From that instant, he had no intention of returning alive. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did this?" "
Duan Xiaolou. The entire Xuefei Chonglou and Qinglong Society were mobilized."

"Xuefei Chonglou, Qinglong Society."
Wen Tong's rage burned those words to ashes in his mind. When he led 104 disciples of "Xiaofeng Hall" to storm Xuefei Chonglou, only twelve men remained by his side. They had killed 458 interceptors, bearing at least thirteen wounds, yet his enemies were a group. Each one a master among masters. They looked at him as if he were a wild beast trapped in a cage. A wounded wild beast. "Clap clap!" Someone actually clapped their hands, stepping out from the group as if expressing regret. They glanced at Wen Tongyi first, then said, "Tsk tsk, you've really had a tough time. You've been killing for so long, and you're still not down. If it were me, my hands would be numb by now if someone was standing there letting me kill them. You must be exhausted! And you're injured, but you can't even see where the injury is, you're covered in blood. Why are you alone? Where's Liu Canyan? Where's Yu Xue'an? Are you still dreaming about a woman's little feet? I heard that girl named Lin Wanhua is incredibly beautiful. I bet her martial arts skills are excellent, otherwise, how could the once powerful Master Yu have fallen for a beauty instead of his empire?"

He turned and joined the group in laughter. "Duan Xiaolou,"
Wen Tong said hoarsely, "the abbot released you, yet you're ungrateful."
"Ungrateful?"
Duan Xiaolou asked, puzzled. "What kindness has Yu Xue'an shown me? What benefits has he given me? He nearly wiped out all the brothers in my establishment. He arrested me, then released me, and that's considered loyalty? I have to owe him a debt of gratitude and thank him. Do you think if I arrested you, beat you to a pulp, and then apologized profusely, you'd be moved to tears? Neither of us are that naive!"
Wen Tong said sharply, "If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to Young Master Liu and killed you."

Duan Xiaolou chuckled, spreading his hands in a welcoming manner. "If you have the ability, you can kill me too. Why don't you do it?"
Wen Tong suddenly laughed. At this moment, his laughter seemed extremely abrupt. There was an indescribable mockery in his smile. The murderous intent in his eyes was a turbulent calm. This eerie state sent a chill down Duan Xiaolou's spine, and his hand unconsciously reached for his sword hilt. "Brothers,"
Wen Tong commanded his remaining twelve loyal men, covered in blood and brimming with fighting spirit, with a single word: "Kill."

He was the first to charge forward. The wind whipped his hair, making it flutter, his blood boiling with fighting spirit as he charged. They were immediately surrounded, trapped in a thicket of enemies. He saw his brothers, fallen without a sound, in the corner of his eye. Grief had vanished from his heart; there was no time for grief. He rushed towards Duan Xiaolou; he had to kill him first. He saw Duan Xiaolou's panic, his pathetic attempt to draw his sword, as if he couldn't even hold it properly. He could never have imagined that this wounded man, surrounded by powerful enemies, would dare to attack first, and with such unstoppable courage, that no one could hold him back. In the blink of an eye, in a split second, Duan Xiaolou felt as if a figure, growing larger and larger, rushed past him from afar and passed right through him.

It was, of course, an illusion. No one can pass through another person's body. But the illusion felt so real that it startled Duan Xiaolou. —An enemy behind me… that was his first thought. He immediately turned around, but staggered and fell to the ground, landing in a pool of blood. —Where did this blood come from? His second thought flashed through his mind, and then he felt the pain, the excruciating pain. He suddenly realized that his left leg had somehow fallen off, landing a little over a step away, glistening with blood. Before he could even scream, instinctively reaching out to grab his leg, he watched in horror as his entire arm vanished as if by magic. He only saw a short, bald shoulder… and then he screamed in utter terror, as if he had seen a ghost. He heard the man who had turned him into a ghost say, "These two blades were taught to me by Master Yuyuan. I'm giving them to you as punishment for your disrespectful words to him earlier."

After that, he knew nothing more. Only then did Wen Tong notice that all his remaining men were dead; once vibrant lives were now just increasingly cold corpses. His eyes held no tears, yet seemed capable of bleeding. Wen Tong arrogantly stared at the pairs of murderous eyes, gripped the blade hidden in his sleeve, and stepped forward. He had come; he had no intention of leaving alive. The first person to meet Wen Tong was a swordsman. Seeing Wen Tong rushing towards him, he didn't hesitate to meet him head-on. He aimed a blade at Wen Tong's head. After making the cut, he was immediately surprised to find that the boy didn't even try to dodge. Wasn't that courting death? —Was he perhaps driven mad by rage? —Or was he simply too panicked to parry? He didn't continue thinking about it. The person closest to him clearly saw Wen Tong's short, thin, sharp, and pointed blade suddenly emerge from his sleeve. Just inches from his head, the blade accurately sliced across the swordsman's throat, drawing a spurt of blood, and the man was already upon him. He had no choice; he didn't even have time to feel fear at what he saw before he drew his sword.

His sword was incredibly fast. Someone had once bet that he couldn't even hit a flying fly. The moment the bet was made, a flash of light appeared before the man's eyes, and Wen Tong had already extended his sword tip. Two flies were pinned to the tip. He struck as the two flies crossed before the man's eyes, striking them instantly. His sword was not only fast, but also accurate; not only accurate, but also steady; and steady, but most importantly, ruthless. His strength was perfectly controlled, never wasting a single ounce of energy. It was this fast, ruthless, steady, and accurate sword that, the moment it touched Wen Tong's clothes, caused the swordsman to feel a chill in his throat and lose consciousness. Wen Tong wasn't much faster, only a fraction faster. A single point could decide life or death. In the blink of an eye, Wen Tong had killed two people. By the time he killed the fifth, two more wounds had appeared on his body. His movements finally slowed down, though only slightly, and Wen Tong knew he was about to die. He desperately deflected two swords in front of him, a sharp pain shooting through his left shoulder. With a "thud," an axe struck, embedding itself deep in his flesh, causing him to stagger. His left leg was then slashed. In the nick of time, he swung his hand back, knocking back one of the attackers. A sharp whistling sound rang out before him, a beam of energy aimed straight at his chest. Wen Tong closed his eyes in despair; he couldn't dodge this attack. Just then, he heard a "clang," and the pressure on his chest suddenly lessened. A familiar yet cold voice said, "Next time you act on your own initiative and only inform me after you've set off, I won't save you."

That cold voice now sounded strangely warm. He opened his eyes. A man stood with his back turned, slender and dressed in pristine white. His blade flashed like lightning, spinning like a dragon soaring through the air; with each strike, a man fell. Wen Tong, unable to contain his elation, cried out, "I thought you weren't coming!"
Liu Canyan scoffed, "You might as well have just said I wasn't coming. Couldn't come? With this bloody battle raging here, how could I not come? If I wanted to come, who could stop me? I always treated you like a brother, but you betrayed me, coming to play the hero. You deserved to be injured. My blade is thirsty for blood; if someone's there to kill, how could it miss it?"

He spoke while simultaneously engaging in combat, still nonchalant, as if he had everyone under his control. Wen Tong heard him say, "Always treated you like a brother…" He found it both amusing and touching. —Always so cold, never a smile. What kind of brother acts like that? —I never realized this outwardly cold and ruthless man had always considered me a brother. Brother! Those two words ignited in Wen Tong's heart. He suddenly remembered what Yu Xuean had once said: What is a brother? A brother is someone who supports you, offers you warmth when you're cold, comforts you when you're hot, invites you to drink with him when you're triumphant, and seeks your help when you're down. A brother is someone who is open and honest, someone you can share life and death with. A brother is someone whose blood boils with passion, whose spirits are aligned, and who walks hand in hand towards an ideal. Brothers! Wen Tong's heart burned with fervor, and he struggled forward. Liu Canyan, who had spoken those words, seemed to have a rare overflow of emotion. Hearing the commotion, she said without turning her head, "My battle has just begun. You can rest for a while. The boys of the Red Leaf Branch are having a great time downstairs!"

Wen Tong couldn't help but ask, "Where is Headmaster Yu?"
Liu Canyan paused before saying, "I've already sent someone to fetch him." She
deflected several blows with her knife, and with a "swish," a man's arm, along with the weapon, was severed. The man screamed in agony. The Red Dust Blade suddenly lengthened, its cold light shattering the two swords attacking from the left with a grating sound, before plunging into a man's chest. The blade, having drawn blood, throbbed like a madman unleashed, relentlessly plundering life. The murderous aura emanating from Liu Canyan steamed from his clothes and hair. His face was filled with a quiet fanaticism. Wen Tong could imagine it. This person, Wen Tong thought to himself, relieved that he wasn't his enemy. He clearly sensed the terror in the heart of the man currently fighting Liu Canyan. At that moment, a disciple of the Cold Mountain Academy, covered in blood, rushed up from downstairs, urgently saying, "Master Liu, the people from Haoran Fortress and the Outer Alliance have arrived too! The outer disciples are about to be overwhelmed!"

Liu Canyan coldly asked, "Where is the Master?"
"Not yet."
Wen Tong felt a chill run down his spine. Hearing that reinforcements had arrived, the enemy's offensive intensified. Some even shouted, "Let's all put in a good effort, kill the kid in white, and slaughter the lame guy hiding in the back. If Yu Xue'an doesn't come, fine, but if he does, cut off his head and let us kick it around like a ball."

Before the words were even finished, a white figure darted into the crowd and decapitated him with a single stroke. His head rolled to the ground, his mouth opening and closing, seemingly still unaware of what had happened, muttering to himself. Liu Canyan, because that man had insulted Yu Xue'an, had risked her life to fight her way through the encirclement. When she emerged, she had two more wounds, but her expression remained unchanged. Bad news continued to pour in. "The enemy is almost downstairs, and the academy master hasn't arrived yet."
"Academy Master Liu, Hall Master Wen, give the order to retreat! There
's plenty of time," the disciple said, almost crying. "The brothers will fight to the death to protect you and get out of here."
Wen Tong sighed, "Academy Master Liu, you don't need to worry about me. I never intended to go back. You are the academy master's right-hand man; he can't do without you."

Liu Canyan still said coldly, "I am the left arm, and you are the right arm. Neither of us can be missing. We came together, so we'll leave together. If you stay, how can I leave?"
He suddenly sighed as well, "Don't worry, the academy master will definitely come. If he doesn't come, why should I go back?" The
messenger Liu Canyan sent to inform Yu Xue'an was ambushed several times along the way. He finally entered the "Soaring Ambition Pavilion" of Hanshan Academy, finished speaking, and fell to the ground dead. Yu Xue'an immediately mustered all the disciples in the academy and prepared to get up. Lin Wanhua was worried and insisted on going with him. Yu Xue'an couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to agree. He spurred his horse forward at breakneck speed, man and horse forming a streak of smoke across the twilight forest and the vast plain, heading towards "Snowflake Tower." —Why is the road so long? —Why is the horse so slow? —My brothers! In that moment, he suddenly realized how much he had forgotten and how many emotions he had neglected.

The days of laughing and drinking with his brothers flooded back, coalescing into a heartfelt cry. —Canyan, Xiaowenzi, I'm coming! You must hold on! Gallop! Gallop! Yu Xue'an could already see a corner of "Snowflake Tower" in the distance. His horse, exhausted, let out a long neigh and its forelegs buckled. Yu Xue'an scooped up Lin Wanhua and leaped forward. Snowflake Tower. He could see the tower clearly, but he couldn't see the top. So close, yet so far. Several people appeared before him, blocking his path. Yu Xuean, his left arm around Lin Wanhua, threw a punch with his right fist. ********** ... Suddenly, a loud shout came from downstairs: "Yan Yang Zhi!"

Hearing these three words, for some reason, Wen Tong couldn't hold back his tears. He clearly saw Liu Canyan's bright eyes, as if saying, "See? I told you the Headmaster would come!"
Wen Tong heard the rough voice downstairs urgently ask, "You two lads aren't dead yet, are you?"
Wen Tong hurriedly replied in an almost choked voice, "Reporting to the Headmaster, we're not dead!"
The two men's spirits soared, their momentum unmatched. Now that Yu Xue'an had arrived, there was nothing to worry about. The Qinglong Society and Haoran Fort's forces, having exhausted all their strength, still couldn't defeat Liu and Wen, and were already extremely frustrated. Now, with Yu Xue'an's arrival, their morale was thrown into chaos. Several people were thrown awkwardly down the stairs. The imposing Yu Xue'an, with Lin Wanhua in tow, charged up the stairs like a god. Seeing their condition, his eyes turned red with rage, and he roared, "You cowardly bastards, you're asking for death!"

With a swift movement, he grabbed one of the men in front of Liu Canyan and flung him out the window. The man crashed to the ground without a sound, clearly dead. Liu Canyan, suddenly relieved by the loss of his powerful enemy, went limp. Yu Xue'an caught him and whispered, "I'm late."
A faint smile appeared on Liu Canyan's lips. He was usually a man of few words, but now he remained silent. Wen Tong said, "Master, you've finally arrived. I thought I'd never see you again."
He heard shouts of battle outside and asked joyfully, "The disciples of Hanshan Academy have arrived too?"
Yu Xue'an nodded vigorously and laughed, "They're all here. This time, we'll wipe them out."

While speaking to the two, his hands and feet were busy. With a few swift movements, he had already killed four people. Suddenly, he heard Lin Wanhua cry out softly. He panicked and quickly shifted his position. It turned out that the sword that had stabbed Lin Wanhua had left a bloody mark on his left arm. The sword was incredibly thin, yet incomparably sharp. Although the blood was pale, it had penetrated deep into the arm bone. Yu Xue'an put Lin Wanhua down from his arms, his heart aching more than his wound, and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Lin Wanhua, who always seemed to carry a slight melancholy, was somewhat flustered and shook her head. Yu Xue'an relaxed and turned around. He looked at them one by one, his gaze filled with arrogance and disdain, forcing their courage and fighting spirit back into their hearts, leaving them no room for expression. After a brief standoff, Yu Xue'an seemed disappointed. No one made a move. He sighed, "You can end it all."

One of them gritted his teeth and charged forward. In his hand was a sword as thin as a cicada's wing, gliding through a vacuum without making a sound. Yu Xue'an showed an expression of admiration. He didn't move. He was as still as a mountain, yet moved as still as a mountain. The sword was inches from his brow, and he turned his head. The sword silently pierced the void from the left. Two fingers appeared in the void, clamping the sword, and with a gentle twist, "clang," the blade snapped, naturally and swiftly slicing across his throat, blood spurting out. The man's body, propelled forward by inertia, barely touched Yu Xue'an's clothes before his momentum was exhausted, and he slowly slid down. The end of life is so simple, so real, so cruel, and so illusory. All those years of hard training and struggle were for this moment, for this instant, for it all to vanish without a trace in a flash? Those who witnessed that scene almost simultaneously felt a series of emotions and questions welling up in their hearts.

Yu Xue'an also seemed to have many feelings. He hadn't felt murderous intent for a long time, and now the feeling of killing was more intense than his heartbeat. No one made another move. In the violent slaughter, blood stimulated the beast, victory highlighted the joy, and crisis stirred up fear. There was no time to think; one could only fight in a daze, plundering or losing life. But Yu Xue'an's attack was extremely calm and silent, arousing everyone's appreciation for life. Everyone stood there in stunned silence. Yu Xue'an said calmly, "You can leave now! Enough people have died today."
Wen Tong looked at the corpses on the ground, feeling an indescribable weariness. The shouts of killing in the open field below gradually faded. He turned to look at Liu Canyan. Liu Canyan's eyes were half-closed, leaning against the corner of the wall, as if asleep, the smile from when he first met Yu Xue'an still lingering on her lips. Wen Tong called out, "Young Master Liu."

Liu Canyan did not answer, nor did her eyelids twitch. Wen Tong was startled and flustered. He stumbled forward and caught him. The man's head lolled to one side, limp and down. Wen Tong then noticed the deep wound under his left rib, not knowing when he had been stabbed. This cold-hearted man hadn't uttered a sound, had endured so long. He was probably waiting for Yu Xue'an. He had waited, and now he could die without regrets. After all, before he died, he knew his master hadn't abandoned him, even though he hadn't had a chance to say a word to Yu Xue'an. Wen Tong cried, "Master, Young Master Liu is dying."

Yu Xue'an knelt before Liu Canyan, remaining motionless and silent for a long time. Suddenly, Wen Tong saw a tear fall onto Liu Canyan's face. He was shocked. So the master could cry? He had never seen Yu Xue'an shed a tear; he had always thought Yu Xue'an was incapable of crying. But wasn't he himself weeping? Wen Tong felt no joy in victory. What about the master? His heart must be aching! What about Young Master Liu? He was probably actually happy. A smile still lingered on his lips. Wen Tong watched as Lin Wanhua bandaged the listless Yu Xue'an. When she reached his side, the sweet, musky fragrance wafted from her, and he was momentarily at a loss, not daring to look at her. He took the medicine from her himself. He didn't know how much time had passed when Yu Xue'an bent down and picked up Liu Canyan. Wen Tong struggled to his feet. Lin Wanhua stood at the window.

The pale sunlight streamed down her hair and shoulders. He had his back to the window, so from Wen Tong's angle, he couldn't see her face. She stood quietly, exuding a melancholic aura. For a fleeting moment, Wen Tong had a strange, unsettling feeling, as if she had stood there for a very long time, as if she had been there since the building was built, as if it had been destined for her to stand there long ago. The feeling was incredibly familiar; the scene before him, the person before him, seemed to possess a distant, enduring warmth. This feeling vanished in an instant. He stood up, about to take a step, but his legs felt weak. Just as he was wondering what was wrong, he saw Yu Xue'an also stumble and fall. Yu Xue'an turned back, bewildered, to look at Lin Wanhua. He saw Lin Wanhua. She was looking at him too. Meeting her gaze, Yu Xue'an felt a sudden, overwhelming distance, as far as the ends of the earth, between them. Lin Wanhua now seemed like an indescribable stranger. "Why is it you?"
Yu Xue'an was still bewildered. She was still so beautiful, but her eyes were serene, like a delicate orchid in the twilight. "You don't understand, do you? Look,"

he said, pointing to Liu Canyan's corpse, "your brother is dead, you're very sad, aren't you? I was sad before too, but not anymore."
She continued speaking to herself. "I knew I was beautiful, I've known that since I was little. I believed that once you saw me, you would definitely want me. Actually, why were you so careful back then? You could have even raped me, and I wouldn't have resisted. I waited and waited, but you didn't. You were very good to me, and your temperament became gentler. You didn't care much about things in the courtyard anymore. Your brothers must be very disappointed, and many people probably hate me for being a femme fatale."

"They're not wrong, I am a femme fatale. I live to make things difficult for you. You must have been very happy during those days! Happiness always comes at the cost of heartbreak. Every cold night you warmed me with your body heat. Your heart must have been burning with fire then! I didn't, I only felt cold. Alas! Didn't you notice how much your temperament has changed? In front of me, you don't even dare to cough loudly. You give me whatever I like. I think you must have loved me very, very much, right?"
Yu Xue'an's eyes were no longer filled with confusion, but with growing fear, her heart growing colder and colder, as if it had chilled her to the bone. —Am I going to lose her? —Why did she say these things? "You were so good to me, even better than him. He didn't have your power, your martial arts skills, or even your looks. He couldn't compare to you in any way. But I don't know why, I just liked him, and yet you killed him. He was a nobody; you won't remember him. From the moment I saw his cold corpse, I didn't want to live anymore. But I waited so long before I acted, just to give myself more time to think about him. Besides, I was afraid that if I waited any longer, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it."

She looked at him, her eyes slowly softening with tenderness, then suddenly smiled sadly. "Loving someone is this kind of joyful heartbreak, isn't it?"
Her gaze softened, as if she couldn't resist touching Yu Xue'an's face. Xue'an watched Yi Xiang panting softly, her eyes languid, her body a pale white tinged with pink. Her well-proportioned breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing. Her clothes slipped off one by one, revealing her slender, alluring waist and sparse pubic hair between her snow-white legs, glistening with dewdrops. Her wanton appearance and seductive body gave him a powerful shock. Xue'an stepped forward, aiming his penis at the opening of her flower path, and slowly slid it into her wet passage. With each slid of his penis in, she let out a long, satisfied sound. Again, she encountered the hymen's obstruction. This time, Xue'an didn't retreat, directly using the head of his penis to break through the membrane and penetrate deep inside. Her flower path was even tighter than that of a late-blooming flower. When Xue'an's penis was fully inside, she trembled and arched her back to meet him, truly like a long-deprived harlot. Xue'an supported her waist with one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other, rubbing his glans against her tender clitoris. Soon, her love juices flowed freely, her buttocks swaying from side to side in rhythm with Xue'an, and she let out wanton moans.

Her vagina, lubricated by the fluids, wasn't as tight as before. Seeing the opportune moment, Xue'an pulled his hips back and thrust forward forcefully. Wanhua's arms and legs clung tightly to Xue'an's waist like an octopus, her slender waist and pink buttocks swaying and arching, responding to his thrusts. Seeing Wanhua's desperate, almost wan, response to Xue'an's thrusts filled Xue'an with boundless satisfaction. He then launched a full-scale attack, his hips surging like a raging torrent, his thrusts lightning fast, while one hand kneaded her small breasts and the other suckled on her nipple. After Xue'an thrust seven or eight hundred times, he finally brought her to the peak of sexual climax, completely conquering her body and soul. Wanhua let out a soft cry, her whole body trembling violently. She gripped Xue'an's shoulders tightly, her long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and her tender vaginal muscles contracted powerfully before she climaxed. Her vaginal walls gripped his penis tightly, and a cool sensation flowed into her body.

Then Wanhua experienced another climax. This time, Xue'an sat her, letting her straddle his thighs. He held his penis, and she slowly sat down, parting her labia. Once the eight-inch penis was fully inside her, Xue'an let her masturbate, allowing him to caress her breasts. Although only two-thirds of his penis entered, it was enough to give her pleasure; the waves of her breasts and buttocks created an indescribable, erotic beauty. Fifteen minutes later, Wanhua reached another climax. After three different positions and three and a half rounds, she finally ejaculated all her precious semen into Lin Wanhua's body. Xue'an, exhausted and dejected, embraced her... Quietly, Wanhua swiftly picked up Liu Canyan's knife from the ground and plunged it into Yu Xue'an's chest with a "thud." Then, she pulled a small dagger from her sleeve, turned her head to look out the window, slightly tilted her forehead, seemingly immersed in happy memories, a smile on her lips, and slowly closed her eyelashes. Yu Xue'an coughed up blood, screaming in his heart, "No!"

The dagger sliced across her neck, blood splattering out, like a withered flower, she softly collapsed into Yu Xue'an's arms. Wen Tong saw his dying master helplessly trying to cover the blood on her neck with his large hands. He couldn't cover it, how could he? Blood gushed from between his fingers, gushing out. He saw his master's silent back groan, his helpless eyes. Finally, his master stopped moving, holding his woman tightly in his arms, so tightly as if afraid she would get cold. Wen Tong watched them nestled together like that, as if it would last forever, and a sense of emptiness washed over him. He heard wild geese flying across the sky, and looked up from the building. At the end of the endless wilderness, the setting sun cast a blood-red glow, and a lone goose flew by.
[The End]

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