Chapter 53 of the Ten Scenes Satin

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In an instant, sword light danced in the hall, accompanied by the melodious strains of the zither. Wei Gaoxin changed his moves rapidly, his fingers and palms moving in rapid succession, sharp and unparalleled. Wen Yuan heard the whistling wind constantly; each move was enough to sever tendons and shatter bones, its power terrifying.

However, Wen Yuan not only did not appear to be at a disadvantage, but instead grew more and more adept at the fight. Relying on the powerful true energy of the compass sword, and in harmony with the melody played by Zi Yuan, his swordsmanship opened and closed, becoming increasingly imposing and agile. At this moment, the moves Wen Yuan used were no longer any sword techniques he had ever learned. They were infused with the rhythm of the seven-stringed zither, transforming the meaning of the music into sword intent. Even Wen Yuan himself did not know how he would execute his next strike, and Wei Gaoxin was completely dumbfounded, unable to discern any clues.

As Zi Yuan played her zither, she kept a close eye on the battle between the two. Seeing Wen Yuan gradually turning the tide, Wei Gaoxin's expression shifted between surprise and uncertainty. She secretly rejoiced, thinking, "At least I can offer some help to Young Master Wen. That's good." Little did she know, Wen Yuan's swordplay was entirely guided by her zither music, becoming the key to victory in their contest.

Wen Yuan also sensed the subtlety of the music, focusing intently on Zi Yuan's playing. His attacks and defenses, his advances and retreats, faced with a formidable opponent, gradually became more composed, and his swordplay grew increasingly unpredictable and elusive. Given Zi Yuan's profound understanding of music, how could anyone predict the ending before hearing the entire piece? The melody rose and fell, the sword's path appeared and disappeared without warning. With a "whoosh," a sword swept across Wei Gaoxin's chest. Though the wound wasn't serious, it was already drawing blood.

In excruciating pain, Wei Gaoxin flew into a rage, shouting, "You brat!" His right hand, fingers outstretched, lunged at Wen Yuan in a "claw-like"

attack. Wen Yuan sensed the melody and leaped into the air at a high note, only to hear

a series of sharp cracks beneath his feet as Wei Gaoxin shattered a sandalwood screen into pieces. Wang Shan was furious, cursing, "Old man, how dare you damage our property!" Wei Gaoxin ignored him and struck again with his palm, shattering a white jade water bottle instead of Wen Yuan.

Seeing Wei Gaoxin's fierce attack, veins bulging on his forehead indicating his agitation, Wen Yuan focused even more intently on the melody, applying it to his offense and defense. His movements were fluid and effortless, unleashing countless sword energies within a radius of ten feet, impossible to block or dodge. This combined zither and sword attack was unprecedented in martial arts; no matter how skilled Wei Gaoxin was, he could not withstand it. A moment of carelessness resulted in him being struck by three swords, his blood staining the hall.

By this point in the fight, Wei Gaoxin knew he was utterly defenseless. He felt his opponent's moves were completely illogical and unpredictable; despite his years of martial arts training, he couldn't discern a single clue. His face turned ashen, his mind racing with thoughts of "How to break this move? How to break this move? What school of swordsmanship is this?" His mind was divided, making it even harder to defend himself. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through both legs; each leg had been struck by a sword. He lost his footing and fell backward.

Suddenly, Ge Yuandang rushed out, grabbed Wei Gaoxin by the back of his collar, and swiftly pulled him aside. He said in a deep voice, "Good lad, you're indeed skilled." Wen Yuan stopped his attack, not pursuing, and said proudly, "Is Senior Ge also going to make a move?"

Ge Yuandang's eyes flashed like a night owl's, and after a long silence, he said, "If I wanted to kill you, what difficulty would there be?

However, this is not the place for me to make my move." With that, he swept Wei Gaoxin up in his arms, turned, and floated out the door, as if his feet hadn't touched the ground, leaving the hall like a wisp of smoke carried by the wind. Wang Shan was both surprised and furious, shouting, "Come back! Come back!"

But there was no response.

Ge Yuan's retreat was so easy that it surprised Wen Yuan. Zi Yuan had finished playing her piece, stood up and handed the zither to Wen Yuan, smiling, "Young Master Wen, is my zither playing pleasing to the ear?" Wen Yuan took the zither, bowed, and smiled, "You are too modest, Miss. The piece you just played was on par with the pipa. I was able to defeat you entirely thanks to your help." Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Young Master Wen is joking. Can playing a piece really be a contest to win against someone?"

Wen Yuan smiled slightly, thinking, "This matter is hard to explain right now, let's put it aside for now. The two great masters of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect have already left. If we don't leave now, when will we?" He put the zither in his bag and said, "Miss Zi Yuan, let's go!" He

gently embraced Zi Yuan's slender waist and ran out of the hall. The warriors, witnessing the fierce battle, were all dumbfounded. Their eyes met Wen Yuan's, and they were instantly terrified, daring not to intervene. Wang Shan, however, continued his angry shouts and curses, unable to openly disobey orders. He feigned a display of bravado, his swords flashing, a chilling display of power, but he dared not even approach Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan's inner energy circulated rapidly, his steps light and fluid. In the blink of an eye, he was outside the mansion, carrying Zi Yuan, weaving left and right, thinking, "Where in the capital can Miss Zi Yuan hide?" Unable to think of a place for the moment, he suddenly saw an empty mule cart parked under a tree at a street corner. Wen Yuan, a flash of inspiration, rushed forward and leaped into the carriage, calling out, "Uncle, please take me to the Guangning Gate!"

The coachman, having just dropped off a passenger, was leisurely resting, humming a tune, when he was startled to see two people jump into the carriage like lightning. He was caught off guard and speechless for a moment. Wen Yuan took out a silver ingot and shoved it into the coachman's hand, saying, "It's urgent, please hurry, uncle."

The coachman casually weighed the silver ingot in his hand; it was easily five taels. Immediately, his face lit up with a smile, and he said repeatedly, "Alright, alright, please sit tight, we'll be there soon!" He then cracked his whip and urged the mule to pull the carriage. Wen Yuan drew the curtains on the carriage and smiled, "Alright, once we're out of the capital, everything will be fine." Zi Yuan hummed in agreement and whispered, "Yes."

Wen Yuan turned his head and saw a slight blush on Zi Yuan's face. He was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he was still holding Zi Yuan. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly and quietly let go. Zi Yuan turned her head and said softly, "Young Master Wen, thank you so much. I... I've been causing you so much trouble, I'm truly sorry." Wen Yuan quickly replied, "Miss Zi Yuan, please don't say that. To be honest, it

was my fault. I couldn't settle you properly that day and left in a hurry, causing you distress." Zi Yuan smiled sweetly and said, "You don't even know how I ended up in the capital, how can you say it's your fault?" Wen Yuan said, "I was just about to ask, Miss, how did you end up in the capital?"

Zi Yuan said, "It's not easy to say here, we can talk about it when we get outside the city." Wen Yuan nodded and said, "That's right."

The two looked at each other silently, because this matter hadn't been resolved yet, and neither of them had the heart to talk about anything else. Zi Yuan felt shy under his gaze, gently turned her head away, and remained silent with her eyes lowered. Wen Yuan, sitting beside the beauty, slightly inhaling her fragrance, was also a little distracted and quickly looked away.

Before long, the mule cart left Guangning Gate. Wen Yuan lifted the curtain and saw that they had arrived at a market outside the city. He told the driver to stop, and he and Zi Yuan got out of the cart, paying five taels of silver as fare. The driver was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, young master! Thank you, young lady! You two are a perfect match, you'll surely grow old together!"

Wen Yuan's face flushed, and he said, "Uncle, you've misunderstood..." Zi Yuan's face was already blushing with embarrassment, and she pulled Wen Yuan, saying, "Don't say that, let's go!" The two walked away quickly, still hearing the driver chuckling.

Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan left the market and arrived at a field. The sound of flowing water could be heard, and a small stream flowed between the rocks.

Seeing that no one was around, the two found a place to sit by the stream. It was the height of summer, and the two scooped up the stream water and washed their faces. The cool water refreshed them instantly, dispelling the heat and making them feel invigorated. Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Young Master Wen, you've had a hard time fighting just now. You should wash up again to refresh yourself." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "What you say is very true, Miss." He rinsed his face again and looked up. He saw that Zi Yuan's crystal-clear, jade-like face, after being washed with water, appeared even more translucent and snow-white under the sunlight. Drops of water shimmered on her eyelashes and temples, truly like tender lotus leaves with dew, pure and beautiful beyond compare. Wen Yuan was so engrossed in

looking at her that the stream water in his palm slipped through his fingers without him even noticing. Zi Yuan raised her sleeve to wipe the water droplets from her face. Suddenly noticing that Wen Yuan was staring at her, she felt quite shy and whispered, "Young Master Wen!" Wen Yuan was startled and came to his senses, replying, "Yes, what is it?"

Zi Yuan remained silent, blushing. Wen Yuan scratched his head, feeling quite embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Oh, right, Miss Ziyuan, you haven't told me the whole story of your trip to the capital." Ziyuan sighed softly and smiled, "Yes, that needs to be explained clearly."

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