Chapter 112 of Ten Scenery Satin

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Just then, the faint sounds of men and horses could be heard outside the inn. The clatter of hooves grew louder and louder, eventually surging in like a tide. Even those on the second floor could hear it clearly. A loud male voice shouted, "The thieves are here! Each team, split up and surround them! Don't let a single one escape!" The voice belonged to Long Tengming, son of Long Yuqing.

He shouted orders, and the clatter of hooves quickly enveloped the area around the inn.

Everyone was secretly alarmed. They never expected that the Imperial Mausoleum Sect would find them so soon after Han Xuqing and his group left. Little Murong whispered, "Let me see who's here!" He lightly stepped forward, rushed to the wooden steps, and peered downstairs. After only one glance, Little Murong immediately turned back and hurriedly ran back to Wen Yuan's side. Wen Yuan asked, "How is it?" Little Murong said anxiously, "It's terrible! Long Yuqing is here too!"

Ren Jianqing called out to the door, "Brother Xiang, have you finished reciting?" But there was no response from Xiang Yang. Hua Xuan opened the door, then closed it again, and said softly, "Uncle-Master Ren, Senior Brother Xiang is deep in thought."

Ren Jianqing said, "Now is not the time to study martial arts; let's memorize it first. Has he finished memorizing it?" Hua Xuan shook his head and said, "I don't know. Senior Brother Xiang is so focused; he doesn't say a word..."

Suddenly, a young man in brocade robes darted up the stairs. His movements were agile. As soon as he reached the top, he stood still, his posture steady and immovable, exuding extraordinary bearing. He shouted, "So you're here after all! Let's see where you can hide now!" As he spoke, several steady footsteps sounded on the stairs. A Taoist priest in an apricot-yellow robe slowly walked up, his gaze sweeping across the room before stopping on Zhao Wanyan. Upon seeing the Taoist priest, Zhao Wanyan was startled and unconsciously took a step back, trembling as she said, "Master Lu... Master Lu!"

A glint flashed in Master Lu's eyes, and his figure changed abruptly. He swept past Long Tengming and walked towards Zhao Wanyan. These seemingly ordinary steps were actually extremely exquisite Taoist footwork, appearing slow but actually fast, with a sense of ethereal movement in each step. In three steps, he was already five feet in front of Zhao Wanyan. Wen Yuan, quick-witted and agile, moved his feet to block Lu Daoren's path, saying, "What does Daoist Master intend to do?"

Lu Daoren stopped and said, "Princess, the Prince has personally arrived and is waiting outside the inn. He has ordered me to invite you back to the manor." Zhao Wanyan hadn't expected that her worries would come true so quickly, and she panicked immediately. She took another step back, leaned against the wall, and whispered, "Daoist Master Lu, Father... what did Father say about Brother Xiang?"

Lu Daoren frowned. Seeing the worry in Zhao Wanyan's expression, he guessed what she was worried about. After a moment of silence, he said, "Princess, Xiang Yang and others caused a great disturbance in the capital and trespassed on the imperial mausoleum." "Not only are we enemies of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, but we are also enemies of the Prince. This is absolutely unforgivable." Zhao Wanyan swayed, feeling a chill run down her spine, and trembled as she said, "Master Lu, are you also going to arrest Brother Xiang?" A stern voice replied, "Of course we will!"

As soon as these words were spoken, two people walked up at the same time. One was Long Yuqing, the leader of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, and the other was Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui. Then came the guards of Jingling Mausoleum, Wei Gaoxin, Kang Chufeng, Kang Qiyue, and other members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, as well as Yan Tie, Ke Yantai, Shao Fei, and a group of guards from the Prince's Mansion. They filled various parts of the second-floor corridor, and the first floor was also full of soldiers and members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, numbering at least a thousand or so.

Ren Jianqing laughed loudly and said, "Senior Brother, you are quite capable. You actually found this place. However, it seems a bit slow that you only found it today. How did you find it?" Long Yuqing snorted and stared intently at Ren Jianqing. Zhao Tingrui turned slightly and said, "Mr. Yan, that little thief surnamed Xiang isn't here. What happened?" Yan Tie's hoarse voice replied, "He is indeed here, but he must be hiding."

Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "So Yan Tie discovered us. Since arriving in the capital, no one has seen this Iron Man. I wonder what arrangements he's been made for?" Thinking this, Wen Yuan looked around and then remembered something else. He whispered to Xiao Murong, "Have you seen Huang Zhonggui?" Xiao Murong was startled, her eyes darting around. She shook her head and said, "That's strange. Long Yuqing's most powerful subordinate is Huang Zhonggui. He wasn't in Changling that day, and he didn't bring him today either." "That's strange."

Zhao Tingrui frowned upon seeing Zhao Wanyan and said, "Wanyan, come here." Zhao Wanyan whispered, "Father, how could you treat my elder brother like this?" Zhao Tingrui said, "This little thief is so despicable, plotting something sinister, kidnapping Ren Jianqing and causing a huge uproar in the city. Of course, he can't be let off. Stop talking and come here quickly." Zhao Wanyan's delicate body trembled, and she said sadly, "Father, you...you...if you want to kill my elder brother, I won't go back."

Zhao Tingrui angrily said, "Nonsense! Wanyan, this little thief is nothing but a desperate outlaw, he's never good enough for you. I once wanted to take him as a guard in the Prince's mansion, but he refused out of tactlessness." "Wanyan, you are a princess, you should be matched with princes, nobles, and scions of prestigious families. How can you follow this lowly thief?"

Hearing him repeatedly call him a thief, Ren Jianqing's anger flared. He suddenly roared like thunder, "Zhao Tingrui, watch your mouth! Xiang Yang is my fellow disciple, Ren Jianqing. I won't allow you to insult him like this. If you have the guts, come up and exchange three blows with me. If you can withstand three blows, then you can curse me all you want. If you don't, shut your mouth!" His eyes bulged like copper bells as he stood there, the wooden planks beneath his feet creaking as if they were about to overturn. Zhao Tingrui, intimidated by his glare, involuntarily took a few steps back, as if he couldn't breathe.

Long Yuqing coldly said, "Prince Zhao is of noble status and naturally cannot fight with others. Junior Brother Ren, if you want to fight, then we'll have to exchange a few blows." Ren Jianqing laughed, "None of the men you brought can beat me. Since you've made your move, that's perfect. Let's fight until the world turns dark, and then you can capture me and take me back!"

Before they finished speaking, a loud "bang" was heard. In an instant, Long Yuqing and Ren Jianqing's four palms clashed, exchanging the first blow, each taking a step back. The two were originally several feet apart, but in the blink of an eye, they had both unleashed fierce attacks, yet neither of them could see how they made their moves.

Using the momentum of his retreat, Ren Jianqing slid to Wen Yuan's side, his voice low as he said, "Go! Two girls who don't know martial arts will only make things worse if they stay put. While I'm holding him off, break through!" Wen Yuan cried out, "Uncle Ren, no!" Before he could finish speaking, Ren Jianqing's right foot flicked out, and he attacked again.

Long Yuqing let out a deep roar, his palms emitting a faint thunderous sound. The two palms echoed each other, like thunder rumbling in the dark, lightning raging. The abundant internal energy of the "Universal Divine Power" circulated several times, and a palm slowly cleaved out, producing a series of muffled "bang" sounds. The palm force was astonishing; it was the fierce move "Thunder Chariot Rushing Along the Track" from the Nine Thunder Palms. The true energy was dense and solidified, like a mountain slowly moving down. As Long Yuqing's arm gradually straightened, the banging sounds became heavier and heavier, and the wooden floor cracked softly, revealing cracks.

Ren Jianqing knew that when Long Yuqing straightened his arm, the power of his Thunder Palm would erupt like a dam breaking. At this moment, Long Yuqing had layered upon layers of power, and the strength of his palm was unknown. He had no confidence in whether he could withstand it. He immediately roared, roused his spirit, and leaped into the air, shouting, "Brother Wen, hurry up! We'll meet again someday!" He kicked out with his right leg, his toes pointing at Long Yuqing and drawing three small circles. His left knee bent, instantly containing a heavy force. Suddenly, white steam rose, as if swirling clouds and smoke.

Wen Yuan had never learned this martial art before. Seeing the stance, he felt a strong impression. When he saw the white smoke dissipate, he immediately remembered it and shouted, "Cloud Dragon Leg!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and Long Yuqing's "Thunder Chariot Rushing Along the Rails" move was launched. Ren Jianqing roared, his right leg sinking down while his left leg feinted an upward kick. Immediately following, his right leg shot up, all his inner strength channeled into his left, like a divine dragon cleaving through the sky, aimed directly at Long Yuqing's palm strike. This kick, coming from above, didn't directly meet the thunderous palm's force head-on. The two astonishing powers collided like a whirlwind, forcing onlookers to catch their breath. Zi Yuan and Zhao Wanyan, standing far away, couldn't withstand the force; they felt a stinging wind on their faces and hurriedly raised their sleeves and turned to avoid it.

Wen Yuan, Lu Daoren, and Long Tengming were closest to the two. The clash of their palms and legs sent residual force scattering in all directions, but the three managed to resist without injury. Ren Jianqing kicked down, seemingly hitting nothing, but actually met the attack head-on. Using the momentum, he somersaulted in mid-air, then kicked the ceiling, sending a cloud of dust flying. Ren Jianqing laughed loudly, saying, "This inn is poorly cleaned!" As soon as he uttered the word "poorly," he unleashed a flurry of powerful kicks. Even in mid-air, his movements were agile and nimble, his leg techniques relentless and pressing forward.

Long Yuqing struck out with one palm, but his other palm also concealed four parts of his power. With a roar, he unleashed over ten consecutive palm strikes towards the sky, attacking quickly and defending even faster, deflecting Ren Jianqing's Cloud Dragon Leg Technique one move after another. He then gathered his inner energy, leaped into the air, and added another palm strike. Ren Jianqing bent his knee and exerted force, delivering a powerful knee strike with his right leg to block the attack. He followed up with three consecutive kicks from his left leg, targeting Long Yuqing's shoulders and chest. Long Yuqing's expression changed. He circled his arms, unleashing the power of his "Universal Divine Power," knocking Ren Jianqing back. Ren Jianqing performed two backward somersaults, landing lightly on his feet. Long Yuqing lightly shook his hands, causing Ren Jianqing's steps to tremble slightly; both men wore grave expressions. Long Yuqing snorted, saying, "Good, your strength has recovered so quickly." Ren Jianqing smiled, saying, "Luckily you didn't cripple my skills first; consider yourself unlucky."

This "Cloud Dragon Leg" was Ren Jianqing's lifelong masterpiece, its power no less than that of the "Nine Thunder Palms," both being extremely profound and superior martial arts. This leg technique must be mastered to an extremely agile level, featuring mid-air spinning kicks and continuous double-leg strikes—exquisite moves unmatched by any other style of leg technique, with endless variations, hence the term "cloud." The internal energy must be pure and powerful, with complete control over movement, bending and straightening at will, manifesting in these exquisite moves, hence the term "dragon." Both internal and external skills are indispensable; it is precisely because "the spirit of a dragon cannot be made spirit by clouds.

Yet, without clouds, a dragon cannot possess its divine spirit."

These few exchanges were incredibly swift, each move awe-inspiring, leaving onlookers stunned by the power of the two masters, and for a moment, all was silent. When Wen Yuan first witnessed Ren Jianqing's true skill, he was filled with admiration. He thought to himself, "When Uncle Ren chased Huang Zhonggui that day, I only saw a few of his leg techniques and didn't understand their subtleties. I never imagined their power would be so unimaginable. Although my master has also used this skill, Uncle Ren's leg techniques are clearly superior. Wu Gonggong's 'Hundred-Legged Chain' leg technique is worlds apart from Uncle Ren's."

He was still marveling at how Ren Jianqing's few indescribably wonderful leg techniques could actually deal with Long Yuqing's "Nine-Thunder Palm" when suddenly his vision blurred and a sharp palm strike came straight at him. Long Tengming had silently attacked him.

Wen Yuan moved with his will, using the "Butterfly Dream" movement technique to lightly dodge, and cupped his hands, saying, "Brother Long, I need your guidance again today." Long Tengming snorted and shouted, "This time, Han Xuqing isn't here, so no one will come to save you!"

With that, he circled his right arm and struck out with a palm.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "I never needed Uncle Han's help, so how could I be no match for you?" Just as he was about to make a move, suddenly, with a "bang," a door panel flew horizontally towards Long Tengming's side. Long Tengming was startled, turned around, and struck out with his palm, shattering the door panel into pieces. After the strike, Long Tengming felt a slight numbness in his arm; the internal force attached to the door panel was extremely powerful. He was surprised: "Yan Tie said that Da Murong has already left, and there are other experts lying in ambush?"

Looking towards where the door panel had come from, he saw a young man standing inside a room, wood chips scattered all around, his left palm facing him. Needless to say, it was he who had used his strength to shatter the wooden door. He slowly stepped out, his spirits high, and said, "If you want to compete in martial arts, let me, Xiang Yang, have a go. We both practice the Nine Thunder Palms, so it will be much more enjoyable to compare!" He clenched his left fist, and with a slight explosion like thunder, the wood chips in mid-air were scattered and did not fall on him.

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