Chapter 160 of the Ten Scenes Satin

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On that day, Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan were on the same ship, trying to avoid the search by Si Feiren, Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan, and others. With nowhere to hide, they had a flash of inspiration and hid together inside a treasure chest.

Wen Yuan's plan was to use the chest to conceal himself, and once the others left, he would find another way to escape with Zi Yuan.

If they came to check the chest and confirmed Zi Yuan's presence, he could open it with a palm strike and launch a surprise attack, perhaps severely injuring the powerful enemy Yun Feichang. Even if their presence was discovered, they could still fight with all their might, and with his newly acquired internal energy techniques, victory was not out of the question.

Zi Yuan also knew there was no other way to escape, so she followed Wen Yuan into the chest. Wen Yuan picked up the iron plate from inside the box, slowly aligned the four sides, and laughed, "I was supposed to take you away, but I ended up getting in here too." Zi Yuan smiled slightly and said softly, "It's just a temporary measure." She lowered her head slightly and said gently, "With you by my side, I'm happy no matter where I am."

Wen Yuan's heart stirred, he turned back and smiled, and pulled the iron plate shut. The light inside the box immediately dimmed, except for a few rays of light filtering through the patterns, it was almost completely dark.

Just as the iron plate closed, a series of "clattering" sounds were heard. Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan looked at each other, both astonished.

Wen Yuan sensed something was wrong and naturally reached out to push, but the iron plate didn't budge, it was firmly locked and could no longer be opened.

They didn't know that the Four Non-Manufacturers had originally created this "Unorthodox Treasure Box" so that if they encountered a powerful opponent, even Kou Feitian couldn't withstand it, they could use the box to capture the enemy. With Kou Feitian pressing his opponent with all his might, Yun Feichang, Tang Feidao, and Mo Fei each controlled three, two, and one iron plate, waiting for the right moment to simultaneously block the opponent's escape routes from above, below, left, right, front, and back. Once the six sides and eight corners were aligned, the mechanism would immediately activate, automatically locking into a box, incredibly sturdy, with no way for anyone inside to escape. Long Yuqing knew that the Four Non-People possessed this ability, and although he hadn't personally experienced it, he still had to be cautious, which was why he painstakingly created four keys. At this moment, Wen Yuan pulled up the iron plate, and the mechanism immediately took effect, the box returning to its original state, locking both of them inside.

Wen Yuan was secretly alarmed, thinking, "This is bad! Having the key in this box is useless... what should we do?" In the darkness, Zi Yuan couldn't see his expression, but she guessed that trouble had arisen. Just as she was about to ask in a low voice, footsteps sounded outside the box. Di Jiucang and the others had entered the lower hold, cursing loudly. Then a figure approached the box, which shook slightly. Yun Feichang's voice said, "The gift is still here. Where did that little guy go?"

Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan held hands tightly, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound. The people outside searched for a while, then left again.

Wen Yuan peered through the gap in the crate and saw that everyone had indeed left the cabin and closed the door. His heart eased slightly, and he muttered, "Looks like we can't get out." Zi Yuan asked, "Is the crate locked?" Wen Yuan nodded, then remembered that there was almost no light inside and said, "It's locked. This was a miscalculation."

Zi Yuan was worried and whispered, "They don't seem to have noticed you came in, but... once they're discovered, it'll be terrible. And who knows when they'll open the crate?" Wen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Now we can only wait for them to open the crate and then take the opportunity to escape." He sighed softly and added, "I thought we could leave safely, but unexpectedly, good things come to those who wait." "Grind. Ziyuan, I'm so sorry."

Ziyuan leaned gently against him and said softly, "Don't blame yourself like this, it wasn't your fault."

Then she smiled slightly and said softly, "Originally I was the only one in here, but now... with you here, I won't be lonely. It's you who was locked up for no reason, that's the injustice, I should be the one apologizing to you."

Wenyuan listened and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Does that mean they locked you up justifiably and didn't wrong you?" Ziyuan smiled and said, "I didn't say that, do you think that?" Wenyuan laughed and said, "How absurd!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, which finally eased the uneasy atmosphere. Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan and the others did not come to check again, and after more than half an hour, there was no movement in the cabin. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "I don't know how long this will take. Since I have nothing else to do, I might as well practice the technique I just figured out. Maybe our safe escape will depend on this slight difference."

With this thought in mind, he sat quietly in the box, circulating his true energy, filling his meridians. The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was originally a superior internal skill, but now Wen Yuan added his own ingenuity to adapt to different situations, adding endless wonders. After circulating it twelve times, he felt relaxed and refreshed, his internal energy like a galloping steed, surging and churning, agile and ever-changing. Wen

Yuan internally observed his breath, followed the pulse, and felt its infinite changes, yet he could control it at will. Although its power was not yet fully developed, his progress in practicing this wonderful technique far surpassed what he had made before. With each practice, his internal energy increased steadily.

Zi Yuan was unaware that Wen Yuan was practicing internal energy. A faint light shone through the box, and she could only see his motionless figure. Holding her pipa, lost in thought, she lightly plucked a tune, "Yi Zhen," its melodies soft and gentle, like the tinkling of pearls.

Wen Yuan, engrossed in his practice, was lost in thought, oblivious to his surroundings, when he suddenly heard the pipa music. A sudden thought struck him; he subtly gathered his inner energy, listening intently, comparing the music to his internal energy cultivation. The pipa's clear, captivating tone drew him closer.

Zi Yuan, absorbed in her music, was unaware of Wen Yuan's approach. After playing for a while, she suddenly felt a warmth on her shoulders. Wen Yuan's hands were gently caressing her shoulders, his movements incredibly tender and affectionate. A

slight "clang" rang out, the pipa music faltering briefly before returning to normal, though a hint of unease lingered.

For many days, Zi Yuan had longed for Wen Yuan. Now, reunited, she was overjoyed, but still cautious, she knew danger was still a concern. She had to suppress her emotions for now, and recount her feelings of longing later. In the dim light, Wen Yuan's sudden action made Zi Yuan's heart pound, a wave of shyness washing over her. She continued playing the pipa, unsure how to react.

His hand lingered on her shoulder for a moment, then slowly moved forward, reaching her chest. Zi Yuan trembled slightly, feeling even more embarrassed. The pipa music almost stopped, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

Lost in thought, she glanced back and vaguely saw Wen Yuan's eyes half-closed, lost in ecstasy. Her heart sank even further, and just as she was wondering what to do, she suddenly felt a warmth on her chest. Wen Yuan's left hand was already on her heart, gently caressing it. Zi Yuan suddenly felt a warm sensation surrounding her breasts, causing her heart to flutter and her mind to flutter. She could no longer continue playing the pipa. The music stopped, replaced by soft, panting breaths as she gently said, "Here...you can't..."

Wen Yuan seemed to suddenly come to his senses, hastily releasing his hand and whispering, "I'm sorry, Zi Yuan, I...I didn't mean to...that...um...it's just..." Zi Yuan lowered her head shyly and smiled, "What are you saying?" Wen Yuan patted his head and whispered, "I wanted to hear your voice, and...unconsciously, I bumped into you."

Zi Yuan smiled faintly and whispered, "This way you can hear me, and...why both..."

Her hand unconsciously went to her chest, her heart filled with shyness and sweetness, her voice full of tenderness. Wen Yuan said softly, "No, it's not the sound of speaking, nor the sound of a pipa. I want to hear the sound within your body; there's a very strange rhythm."

Zi Yuan was very curious and asked, "I don't understand. What other sound could there be within your body?" Wen Yuan said, "Of course there is. Just now, when you were playing the pipa, a melody resounded within your body." As he spoke, he carefully recalled and pondered the rhythm he had just sensed, thinking, "This is different from my own rhythm. If I were to deduce it from the changes in my internal energy, my actions would have to be tailored to the individual..."

He was deeply engrossed in martial arts, lost in thought, when he suddenly heard a soft sigh, as if from a dream. Though the surroundings were quiet, it was still audible, like a gentle silk thread slipping into his ear. Wen Yuan's thoughts paused. He suddenly felt a throbbing sound in his palm, and startled, he realized that his hand had unconsciously grasped Zi Yuan's chest again. He could feel the throbbing in his palm, and hear her slightly erratic breathing. Even in the darkness, he could imagine Zi Yuan's expression.

Wen Yuan had been focused on comprehending martial arts, but these repeated touches on Zi Yuan's body, while embarrassing, also stirred up some fantasies. This time, however, he didn't immediately release her hand, but instead gently caressed it. Zi Yuan's delicate body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft sigh, seemingly tipsy.

The sound of thumping echoed in his palms, and Wen Yuan felt his heart pounding faster and faster. He had already temporarily abandoned his thoughts of practicing martial arts, wrapped his arms around Zi Yuan, and held her tightly in his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her neck. Zi Yuan let out a soft sigh, hesitantly resisting slightly, and said softly, "No...no, not now." Wen Yuan asked, "Why?" Zi Yuan's cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "This...this...they'll hear us, they'll find you here..."

Wen Yuan stroked her hair, picked up a few strands, twirled them with his fingers, and chuckled softly, "I'll just keep quiet." Zi Yuan panicked and said, "No, it's impossible...ah, ah..." As she spoke, her tone suddenly became soft and ethereal, as if floating on water. It was Wen Yuan's five fingers that lightly caressed her chest, sometimes tracing her curves, sometimes her breasts, sometimes her breasts, sometimes her breasts, sometimes circling back and forth, instantly making Zi Yuan lose her composure and speechless.

Zi Yuan tilted her head back and murmured softly. After Wen Yuan's gentle caresses, her heart was filled with tenderness, but she still resisted, pushing against Wen Yuan's shoulders with both hands, and whispered, "Yuan...no, if you do this, I...I'll worry about you." Wen Yuan smiled slightly and said softly, "Don't worry." Zi Yuan blushed, her heart filled with shyness, and whispered, "How can I not worry?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "As long as I don't make a sound, it'll be fine, right?" Zi Yuan nodded and whispered, "That...that's possible, but...but..." Her face flushed, and she whispered, "Then, how...how can you control me?"

Wen Yuan gently embraced her and laughed, "Are you that capable?" Zi Yuan punched his chest lightly and said reproachfully, "Don't tease me, I...I'm really worried." Wen Yuan smiled and said softly, "I've pressed my mute acupoint, so I can't speak." Zi Yuan said, "Is that so?" Wen Yuan said: “You couldn’t speak when you were in the box, could you? That means your mute acupoints were sealed.”

Zi Yuan thought for a moment and said softly, “If that’s the case, then it’s not good…” Wen Yuan asked, “What do you mean?” Zi Yuan smiled slightly, leaned against Wen Yuan’s chest, and whispered, “I like to hear your voice. If I can’t hear it, I feel… not at ease.”

Although Wen Yuan couldn’t see her expression clearly, he could imagine her current expression from her sweet and gentle voice. She must be extremely shy, and a surge of blood rushed through him, which he couldn’t calm down. He placed one hand on her waist and said softly, “Don’t worry, I have a way. I’ll let you hear my voice without them finding out, okay?”

Zi Yuan’s heart pounded. She pressed his hand and said softly, “Why… why are you in such a hurry? Once we get out, we can… we can…” As she spoke, she felt shy and smiled, pursing her lips.

Wen Yuan scratched his head, feeling rather embarrassed, and said, "This... it's not that I'm in a hurry, it's just..." He paused, then said, "Zi Yuan, these past few days, I've just been worried about you. Fortunately, heaven has eyes, and you're safe and sound, but... this must never happen again. I have to take responsibility for this, so that you can live peacefully from now on, without being caught up in the storms of the martial world. Zi Yuan, can you trust me?"

Zi Yuan smiled sweetly and said, "I trust you, I trust you! I'm just afraid you can't do it." Wen Yuan was quite discouraged and said, "Why do you say you trust me, and then say you're afraid you can't do it?" "Not here?" Zi Yuan smiled slightly. "Of course I believe you, but sometimes people have the will but not the strength, that's inevitable. Otherwise, why would we be here now?" Wen Yuan scratched his head and smiled wryly. "That's true."

Zi Yuan tapped his hand lightly with her finger and said softly, "Actually, you didn't have to make such a promise.

Making a promise is just a word, and of course I like to hear it, but the burden you're carrying is so heavy." Wen Yuan's heart stirred. In the darkness, he seemed to see her bright eyes, full of warmth and tenderness, gazing at him with affection.

He nodded and said softly, "You're right." He slowly turned his hand over and grasped her soft hands. Their bodies pressed tightly together, overlapping.

The crooked treasure chest, which had been propped up by gold bars, shifted slightly.

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