Chapter 151 of Ten Scenes Satin

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Zi Yuan was also quite surprised to hear Wen Yuan's words, and said, "Is this the Ten Scenery Brocade? According to you, it is extremely precious, so why... why would they ask Old Master Mu to give it to me?"

Wen Yuan was equally puzzled, examining the brocade for a long time, and said, "Could it be a fake, meant to deceive people? But the embroidery on this brocade is so exquisite, it doesn't seem like a counterfeit, and why would they go to such lengths? What is Long Yuqing up to? It's hard to fathom."

But Zi Yuan gently shook her head and said, "No, this wasn't asked by Long Yuqing to be brought by Old Master Mu, but by a young lady surnamed Mo." "It's called 'Could it be'? She asked Mr. Mu to bring it to me." Wen Yuan was taken aback and said, "Could it be? Then isn't that one of the Four Non-Humans?" He was immediately confused and thought to himself, "So, this 'Willow Waves Listening to Orioles'

brocade is actually from one of the Four Non-Humans? But why give it to Zi Yuan? That's still strange, not much different."

He thought for a while, unable to figure it out, and then rolled up the brocade and put it in his arms, saying, "Regardless of their intentions, or whether this brocade is real or fake, we have to find a way to leave first..." In the middle of his sentence, a strange gust of wind suddenly passed by his ears.

Wen Yuan was alert and quick. Hearing the wind, he had already grabbed Zi Yuan's waist and turned around quickly, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack by half a foot. He glanced to the side and saw that it was Sikong Ba. Sikong Ba grinned maliciously and said, "Little brat, you've got some nerve!" As he spoke, his right hand shot out simultaneously, thumb and little finger on either side, the remaining three fingers together, a peculiar palm shape, yet its speed was astonishing, like a bird gliding through the clouds, without the slightest hesitation. Wen Yuan felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, struck by Sikong Ba's flying palm. This was the "Wind-Piercing Style" from the Cloud Soaring Sect's external martial arts technique, "Flying Nine Heavens," a move seamlessly following the previous one, utterly flawless, incredibly fast, exquisite, and extremely fluid.

Wen Yuan let out a clear whistle, and with a light step, he carried Zi Yuan back several paces, naturally dissipating the force on his shoulder. A thought flashed through his mind: "I didn't expect this person's martial arts to be so superb. He's already regained consciousness and had his acupoints released in such a short time." Just as he thought this, he heard Zhuo Shan shout loudly from above: "Master Kou, Second Master Yun, Fourth Master Mo, someone is trying to steal the congratulatory gift! Hurry..."

Earlier, Sikong Ba and the others had been knocked down by Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Flick." Although they had no internal injuries, they were unable to regain consciousness for a while. Sikong Ba had the deepest internal strength and woke up the earliest, but his acupoints had already been sealed by Wen Yuan. The Yunxiao Sect's East and West branches have different strengths. The West branch's external martial arts are extremely varied, but its acupoint skills are mediocre and not particularly advanced. The East branch's experts, on the other hand, are well-versed in the techniques of pressing, releasing, and opening acupoints. Sikong Ba used his profound internal strength to open the acupoints and immediately healed Di Jiucang and Zhuo Shan. He then ordered the two to search the deck while he came to investigate the lower deck. He discovered that Zi Yuan had already been rescued by Wen Yuan, and the two were looking at a bolt of brocade.

Startled, he was about to call his two junior brothers to join the attack when a thought struck him: "I never imagined Zi Yuan would be so beautiful, a rare find indeed. If my junior brothers and I kill this brat together, we'll have to lock her back in the 'Improper Treasure Chest.' Otherwise, if I keep her all to myself, they'll surely tell our sect leader. Sharing her with them wouldn't be as satisfying. And I might not even be able to win her at the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet. I'd better launch a sneak attack, kill the brat in one move, and savor this beauty before my junior brothers find out." He glanced at Zi Yuan again, his lust intensifying, and his wickedness grew. Seeing Wen Yuan off guard, he launched a sudden attack. However, Wen Yuan's newly mastered martial arts were vastly different from their previous encounter. Although Sikong Ba's ultimate move was fast, it couldn't kill Wen Yuan. Meanwhile, Zhuo Shan, hearing the commotion in the lower deck, immediately called out to the Sifeiren's ship across the sea.

Upon hearing Zhuo Shan's call, Wen Yuan felt a sense of foreboding. He thought to himself, "If the Four Non-People come, things will get complicated. I must deal with Sikong Ba first!" He gently released Zi Yuan, then darted forward, circling with his left palm and swinging horizontally with his right. With a quick shift in his footwork, he instantly circled to Sikong Ba's left side and struck him in the back with a palm. This agility startled Sikong Ba: "How did this brat's lightness skill suddenly improve so much?" Shocked, he quickly sidestepped and flipped his arm to block Wen Yuan's palm. Wen Yuan's thoughts raced quickly. He thought to himself, "This is the martial art of the Yunxiao Sect, which,

though different in approach, achieves the same result as the martial arts used by Miss Huyan and Miss Qin." He had been quite astonished by the Yunxiao Sect's ingenious techniques during his sparring session with Huyan Feng and Qin Panying that day. However, after careful study, he had grasped the general outline of their martial arts. It was roughly based on mimicking the movements of birds, creating endless variations. The martial arts followed a different logic, just as fish cannot understand how wild beasts run, and wild beasts do not know how birds soar, and birds cannot fathom how fish and shrimp swim. Therefore, at first glance, they were at a loss for how to respond. But after analysis and reflection, even without understanding the underlying principles, one could still deduce ways to counter them.

At this moment, he saw Sikong Ba's left arm flip back. Although his hand movements were agile, a large opening was exposed under his arm. An ordinary person might hesitate to attack directly, fearing Sikong Ba's strategy of using offense as defense. However, Wen Yuan immediately saw through Sikong Ba's moves, clearly discerning the rhythm of his actions. His left palm, using the force of the previous circle, was thrust out with such precision that it seemed as if Sikong Ba had deliberately exposed this opening for Wen Yuan to strike. This palm strike contained the power of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. Sikong Ba suddenly felt the palm strike attack his body before he could exert any force. He was terrified, but it was too late to change his move. The palm strike struck his armpit heavily, the force penetrating his lungs and internal organs. He screamed in agony, his body flying sideways, crashing into the wall, sliding along the wall to the ground, and then falling still.

Wen Yuan rushed forward, about to deliver another blow, but saw Sikong Ba's eyes bulging, his mouth wide open, his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He checked Sikong Ba's chest and found that he was already dead. Wen Yuan was quite surprised that his palm strike was so skillful and his internal energy had deepened to a higher level, actually killing the second-best expert of the Yunxiao Eastern Sect with a single palm strike. Sikong Ba's wishful thinking failed, and he was defeated and killed in one move. He wondered if this was the worst thing that had ever happened to him in his life.

Just then, Yun Feichang's voice came from the deck, shouting, "What's going on? What a mess!"

Then Di Jiucang cursed angrily, "Damn brat, I'll skin him alive!"

Following this, several soft, melodious female voices laughed, saying, "Sister Ziyuan is so beautiful, of course many devoted men would risk their lives for her, hehe, they really are risking their lives, even Envoy Mu is so badly injured!"

Ziyuan's expression tightened, and she whispered, "Young Master Wen, they...they are very powerful." Wen Yuan nodded, feeling extremely anxious, thinking to himself, "Even if we exclude Sikong Ba, Yun Feichang is even more powerful than him.

Could that woman be...? Brother Murong already warned me to be wary of her, so she's no ordinary person. I can barely escape on my own now, how can I save Ziyuan? Xiaoyin must be very worried right now." I…I’ve made her worry again, I deserve a beating. Sigh, if Xiaoyin were here, she would definitely have a good plan. What should I do now?

Although he was anxious, he remained calm, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to escape safely. Suddenly, a plan came to mind. He immediately grasped Ziyuan’s hands and whispered, “Ziyuan, do you trust me?”

Ziyuan opened her clear eyes, smiled slightly, and said softly, “No need to ask, you knew a long, long time ago.” Wen Yuan returned a smile, then his expression turned solemn, and he whispered something in her ear. Ziyuan blinked, her body trembled slightly, then she nodded slightly and whispered, “I know, you…you must be careful.”

Yun Feichang and Mo Fei heard Zhuo Shan’s call, steered their boat closer, and leaped over to investigate. Kou Feitian, however, did not appear and remained on his own boat. Zhuo Shan and Di Jiucang led the two to the lower deck.

Di Jiucang, furious that his outer garment had been removed, rushed into the lower deck first, cursing, "You brat, come out and face your death!" But looking around, he saw no sign of Wen Yuan. The "Uneven Treasure Chest" lay askew as before, and Sikong Ba was lying against the wall on the other side. Di Jiucang rushed forward, calling out, "Senior Brother!" He checked his pulse and found him dead. Instantly, he was filled with shock and rage, roaring, "That damned brat!"

The other three immediately followed. Yun Feichang pushed the treasure chest; it was still very sturdy and indeed heavy, indicating that someone was still inside. He said, "The gift is still here. Where did that little guy go?"

The group searched all around but couldn't find Wen Yuan. Zhuo Shan said, "Let's search the upper deck." The four of them checked the deck again, but because they were in the middle of the sea, they almost capsized the ship, yet Wen Yuan was still nowhere to be seen. Di Jiucang cursed, "That cunning brat, he must have escaped by drowning." Zhuo Shan said, "This vast ocean, how far could he have gone?" Mo Fei smiled and said, "Oh dear, perhaps that Mr. Wen is still on the ship. You two should be careful."

Yun Feichang suddenly said, "We can't trust you with this congratulatory gift. Fourth brother, let's move the treasure chest back to the ship." These words clearly showed contempt for the Yunxiao Sect. Zhuo Shan and Di Jiucang's expressions changed, and they wanted to retort, but remembering that even a master like the Nine-Headed Bird Sikong Ba had died a violent death, they swallowed their words.

Mo Fei chuckled softly, "Second brother, you're confused. Envoy Mu and Master Sikong are both formidable figures. No matter how they die or are injured, they won't let their opponents get away scot-free. Wen Yuan might already be on his deathbed, so why bother moving such a heavy box around?" This remark even insulted the Imperial Mausoleum Sect.

Mu Yanding sat calmly, healing his wounds, seemingly oblivious, but his heart was filled with doubt: "Could it be that Wen Yuan didn't unlock the door and release Zi Yuan? Then where did he go with the key alone?"

Across the vast ocean, on the shore, someone was also anxiously searching for Wen Yuan, but their feelings were entirely different.

Meanwhile, back at the inn, Little Murong waited and waited, but Wen Yuan never returned. As soon as she returned to the inn, she hurriedly changed her clothes. Remembering that Wen Yuan hadn't brought his sword, she immediately took her own short sword and also fastened the Li Long Sword she had taken from Zhao Pingbo to her waist. She thought to herself, "He went to scout the ship alone; he might encounter some formidable enemy. I have to go help him."

Her heart was always with Wen Yuan, and she didn't have time to tell Murong Xiu. She left the inn again and headed towards the shore. Unexpectedly, even before she was far from the shore, she could see the ship beginning to sail away. Little Murong was startled, thinking, "That ship is gone; I'm too late. I wonder what news he found?" She slowed her pace slightly, thinking that Wen Yuan would return soon, but when she reached the shore, she still couldn't see him.

Little Murong looked around and suddenly cried out in surprise. Her little feet stopped, and she realized what was going on: "He...he got on that ship! That's the ship of the Cloud Soaring Eastern Sect! He...he went on alone, how can that be?" She was anxious and angry at the same time. She was anxious because she didn't know if Wen Yuan was in danger, and she was angry because Wen Yuan went to sea alone without her.

She stamped her feet repeatedly, tears welling in her eyes, thinking, "What should I do? He... how could he just leave like that? He must have heard something about Sister Ziyuan, and couldn't resist, boarding the ship, not even caring that it had already set sail... He... that's just how he is!"

Staring blankly at the sea, lost in thought for a while, Xiao Murong sighed softly and whispered, "You said you didn't want me to worry about you! I... I knew all along, I'd be thinking about you for the rest of my life."

A pang of sadness welled up in her heart, but remembering Wen Yuan's many tender moments, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. A bitter smile appeared on her face as she thought, "Oh well, what can I do? I just love your temper." She immediately made up her mind to return to the inn to find Murong Xiu, to prepare the ship, and head to Red Stone Island ahead of time to help Wen Yuan.

As she turned around, Xiao Murong suddenly saw a dazzling golden light, and felt a slight chill at her neck. A long, gleaming golden blade was already pressed against her throat. The opponent arrived silently, their lightness skill astonishing, but the person's appearance surprised Xiao Murong even more.

Dressed in gold, gleaming in the sunlight, the person possessed exceptional beauty, with cold, indifferent eyes. It was none other than Hu Yanfeng, the leader of the Western Sect of the Cloud Soaring Sect, the "Golden-Winged Phoenix." The golden blade, a feather from the Golden-Winged Blade, was concealed within the cloak draped over her arm, its golden light shimmering on Xiao Murong's delicate skin.

Seeing that Hu Yanfeng's expression, though not malicious, also lacked any goodwill, Xiao Murong was surprised but remained outwardly calm, smiling and saying, "Ah, it's Miss Hu Yanfeng, what brings you here too?" Hu Yanfeng replied, "Not only me, but my junior sister and that young lady surnamed Hua are here as well."

Xiao Murong sensed something was amiss but remained composed, smiling and saying, "Sister Hua is here too, that's wonderful, I've been missing her. Where is she?" Hu Yanfeng said indifferently, "Miss Hua is with Junior Sister Qin. As long as Miss Murong accompanies us, Miss Hua will naturally be unharmed."

Hearing this, Xiao Murong's anger flared, thinking to herself, "So, you're trying to blackmail me? If I don't go with you, Sister Hua will likely suffer more than just a little injury?" A cold smile played on her lips as she said, "Brother Wen has helped you all, yet Miss Huyan actually used swords to summon me. Today I've truly witnessed the Yunxiao Sect's methods!"

Huyan Feng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a faint blush rising on her snow-white face. She quickly composed herself and said, "The matter is urgent, so I must apologize for my rudeness." She sheathed her Golden Winged Blade, glanced at Xiao Murong, and said, "If you still wish to see Miss Hua, follow me. Otherwise, I'm sorry." With that, she turned and gracefully took her steps.

Xiao Murong was secretly annoyed, thinking, "If I weren't worried about Sister Hua, I would have called my brother to teach you a lesson right now. Hmph, let's see what tricks you're playing!" She immediately used her lightness skill to chase after Huyan Feng.

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