Chapter 204 of the Ten Scenes Satin

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Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan spent a long time together before Wen Yuan returned to the Bai residence. After this period of rest, Wen Yuan seemed to be in much better spirits for the next few days. Coupled with his practice of the "Seven-Stringed Zither of Literature and Martial Arts," his internal injuries healed rapidly.

He vaguely sensed that while the sound of "Guangling San" was unparalleled in its strength and power, and had indeed demonstrated immense force when used against Long Yuqing, it always seemed to have some shortcomings, yet remained elusive. At this time, Wen Yuan was determined to contend with Han Xuqing. Knowing his martial arts were inferior, he constantly pondered the mysteries of the "Human Character Technique" of the "Universal Divine Power," hoping to contend with Han Xuqing, while also awaiting the return of the two Murong brothers to provide assistance.

One day, Ren Jianqing quietly came to Wen Yuan's room and said, "It's done. The two bolts of 'Ten Scenery' brocade I had are now in Han Xuqing's hands." Wen Yuan asked, "Didn't you give yourself away? Uncle Ren, how did you do it?"

Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "It's extremely simple! I gave you the bolt of 'Willow Waves and Orioles' Song' and took it to where I kept the original bolt of brocade. On the way, I deliberately let Han's spies track me down. I hid the two bolts of brocade together, and when I checked again the next day, I found they had been replaced with two bolts of ordinary brocade. But this second time, they didn't notice anything."

Wen Yuan He pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, Uncle Han must have collected all ten scenic ribbons, and we can temporarily escape danger. Uncle Ren, have you figured out the identity of the person who was tracking you?" Ren Jianqing said, "I can't tell. There are at least two people tracking me. One is closer, and I think his movements are very similar to those of a member of the Dianling Sect, but he is not as skilled as Bai Chaoran or Ge Yuandang, so he is not a threat. The other person is following me from a distance. His lightness skill is very high, but he is too far away to see through his skills at all." Wen Yuan said, "Well, whoever it is, their skill cannot be higher than that of Uncle Han." Ren Jianqing's expression suddenly turned solemn. He asked, "

Brother Wen, how are your injuries now? Are you fully recovered?" Wen Yuan replied, "Yes, although my strength hasn't fully recovered, it's not a big problem." Ren Jianqing said, "I was hit by those two moves from my senior brother. Luckily, my foundation is solid, so I won't die, but my bones and tendons are injured, which really diminishes my power. It will be even more difficult to fight Senior Brother Han. Unfortunately, Xiang Yang forgot about the 'Heavenly Thunder Without Reckoning' technique, which is truly bad. To be honest, none of us are a match for Senior Brother Han right now. If we really have to fight, don't hold back. We'll join forces to destroy him as soon as we make our move."

Although Wen Yuan was prepared and knew that one day he might have to face his second senior brother head-on, he couldn't help but be shocked by Ren Jianqing's words. He recalled the tragedy of his fellow disciples killing each other and couldn't help but feel sad. Ren Jianqing remained silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and muttered, "Damn it, if Senior Brother Hua hadn't passed away so early, this kind of bastard thing wouldn't have happened!"

Just then, Wen Yuan heard a soft ringing in his ears, and heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor. His heart tightened, and he turned to Ren Jianqing, nodding slightly. Ren Jianqing immediately understood, nodded slightly, and said nothing more, feeling slightly surprised: "Good lad, your hearing has become so sharp? -- Ha, I only just heard it now."

The footsteps reached the door, followed by a knock, and then the person called out, "Young Master Wen, are you there?" The voice sounded very anxious, but it was Qin Panying's voice. Wen Yuan said, "I'm here, please come in, Miss." He felt uneasy, thinking, "Why is Miss Qin in such a hurry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Panying opened the door and came in, saying, "Young Master Wen! Ah, Senior Ren is here too, this is good..."

She took a breath and then said, "Senior Sister, she... she..."

Wen Yuan stood up abruptly and asked, "What happened to Miss Huyan?" He didn't say "Miss Han" because Ren Jianqing was there. Qin Panying looked anxious and said, "Senior Sister...she went to find Han Xuqing. She said she wanted to find out the truth..." Wen Yuan asked, "Find out? Find out what?" Ren Jianqing patted Wen Yuan's shoulder and said, "No need to ask, of course she wants to acknowledge her father!"

Wen Yuan was startled and turned his head slightly, saying, "Uncle Ren, do you know about Miss Huyan?" Ren Jianqing said, "That day I came to the capital and met her on the road. She asked me about this person, 'Han Jinren.' After talking, I understood everything." He paused and said, "I also know that her surname is not Huyan, but Han. I also know who Han Jinren is. After we four brothers became disciples, we changed our names according to the 'Qing' generation. Senior Brother Han is Han Xuqing, and his original name is Han Jinren!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan was even more shocked. He suddenly remembered that day when Han Feng told him about the past, mentioning that his father was a "master swordsman." He had once thought of Han Xuqing, but he didn't expect it to really be Han Xuqing. But he already knew that Han Xuqing was a cunning and ambitious man. Although he was surprised to hear this, he had no doubts. His anger surged, and he said, "Uncle Han... Han Xuqing, is he the one who could bear to kill my daughter? Uncle Ren! You should have told me sooner..."

Ren Jianqing said in a low voice, "We couldn't have said it before! If word got out, Brother Han would have silenced us. We're all injured and weak. Are we in such a hurry to die?" Qin Panying said, " "Then... what do we do now? I tried to persuade my senior sister, but she just ran straight to the backyard..."

Wen Yuan said, "The backyard... the backyard? Ah, could it be that she's not going to find Han Xuqing, but to find Han Xi first?"

Ren Jianqing clapped his fist and said, "If she doesn't see Senior Brother Han and things don't escalate, we can still stop her. If necessary, kill that brat Han Xi first. Let's go!"

Han Fengzi was struck by Long Yuqing's palm in the palace and was seriously injured. Fortunately, she used her Golden Wing Blade Cloak to protect herself when she was hit, so her injuries were much lighter than Mu Yanding's and Qin Panying's. After several days of treatment, she had recovered more than halfway.

After her night with Wen Yuan, she left the capital to find her father. In this vast world, she didn't know where to go. Just as she was feeling lost and helpless, she happened to meet Ren Jianqing on the road. Knowing that he was Wen Yuan's senior fellow disciple and a famous master in the martial arts world, she casually inquired about "Han Jinren" from him. Little did she know that this was actually Han Xuqing's real name. When Ren Jianqing revealed it, Han Feng was immediately stunned, her mind filled with surprise, resentment, sorrow, and fear.

She learned of the Oirat invasion and returned to the capital with Ren Jianqing, leading her fellow disciples of the Yunxiao Sect to fight back against the Huangling Sect. When she saw Han Xuqing arrive at the Fengtian Hall, she was filled with rage. If she hadn't been too badly injured to move, she would have immediately stepped forward to question him—why did you kill me? Why did you kill your own daughter?

Back at the Bai residence, watching Han Xuqing's exchange with Han Xi, Han Feng tried her best to remain calm and learned that she had an older brother, Han Xi. Her memories before the age of four were all focused on remembering her father's crimes, and her memory of this brother who was two years older than her was very vague, but he was still her brother.

Now fully recovered and able to wield all the techniques of the Golden Winged Blade, Han Feng immediately decided, "I must go see this brother and ask him what kind of person my father really is. Does this brother even know he has a sister like me?"

Remembering how Han Xi had injured Wen Yuan's eyes, Han Feng felt a surge of inexplicable hatred towards this complete stranger. Ignoring Qin Panying's advice, she went to the room where Han Xi was imprisoned. The two guards were both disciples of Bai Song, considered members of the Yunxiao Sect. Upon seeing Han Feng, they bowed. Han Feng said, "You may both leave now; I have urgent business." One replied, "It's fine for Sect Leader Huyan to go in, but we cannot leave; Master will be angry."

Han Feng frowned and said, "I will handle things with Uncle Bai. What are you worried about? Go!" The two dared not disobey and had no choice but to leave.

Han Feng entered the room, only to find it filled with a chilling atmosphere. Han Xi sat on the floor, his head bowed, his hands and feet bound by iron chains, the chains connecting him to the pillar behind him, making escape impossible. Sensing someone's arrival, he slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming. Though his clothes were tattered and his appearance disheveled, his expression was full of energy, showing no signs of exhaustion. Upon seeing that it was Han Feng, Han Xi merely gave a cold laugh, saying, "I never thought that a walking corpse like me would attract the attention of Sect Leader Huyan."

Han Feng glanced at him, a thought flashing through his mind, and sighed inwardly, "He's my brother, just like me, harmed by my father!"

Looking at Han Xi, she suddenly felt much closer to him, and the familial affection instantly diluted her hatred. She remained calm and said, "Senior Han... it's a misfortune for your family to have a son like you. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Han Xi coldly replied, "What if I do, and what if I don't?" Han Feng's question was originally meant to test whether he knew she had a younger sister, but unexpectedly, hearing his counter-question, she only snorted and couldn't answer for a moment.

Han Xi said, "My death is imminent. Staying here to suffer is already unbearable. Since you're here, use that Golden-Winged Blade to give me a quick death!" Han Feng's face trembled slightly, and he snorted again, saying, "I didn't intend to kill you.

But you disguised yourself and infiltrated the Prince's mansion with great care, yet you've ended up like this. Don't you hate your father?"

Han Xi was secretly suspicious, unable to figure out Han Feng's purpose. He smiled and said, "My father is a giant of chivalry, famous throughout the martial world. His martial arts are unparalleled. Most of my skills are thanks to him. Why should I hate him? My current situation is entirely my own fault. I deserve to die!" He chuckled a few times, seemingly deliberately.

Han Feng took a few deep breaths and said, "Are you serious?" Han Xi replied, "At this point, why would I lie?" Han Feng bit her lip and said in a low voice, "If you had the chance to kill your father, would you do it?" Han Xi's heart skipped a beat, his gaze fixed on Han Feng, and he said, "You..." He took a breath and whispered, "What exactly do you want to do?" Han Feng was about to speak when she suddenly heard someone behind her say, "Sect Leader Huyan, what is your intention in sowing discord between my son? If you have something to say, why don't you just tell me directly?" The newcomer entered the room silently, and Han Feng was completely unaware. Startled, she turned around and saw a handsome and refined face—none other than Han Xuqing.

Instantly, years of hatred surged into Han Feng's heart, immediately overshadowing her fear. At this moment, Han Xuqing's voice was questioning, but his face still wore a faint smile—the same smile he had when he tried to take her life years ago!

Thinking of the tragedy of losing her mother, Han Feng's eyes welled up with tears. She gritted her teeth, pointed directly at Han Xuqing, and shouted, "You've come at the right time! Even if you hadn't come, I would have come looking for you—Han Jinren! I'm not surnamed Huyan, I'm surnamed Han! I am Han Feng!"

Han Xuqing's eyes changed drastically, becoming cold and sharp as swords. Upon seeing Han Feng, he saw tears streaming down her face, but her beautiful eyes glared back fiercely, unwavering. In an instant, Han Xuqing regained his composure and smiled, "It's a coincidence that you also have the surname Han, Miss. Xi'er, don't you agree?" Han Xi, however, seemed utterly bewildered, as if in a daze, and blurted out, "Han Feng is my sister's…" Han Xuqing rebuked, "Nonsense! Where did you get a sister?" This rebuke was extremely authoritative, and Han Xi immediately stopped speaking, staring at Han Feng with suspicion and uncertainty.

Han Feng's expression was miserable as she glared at Han Xuqing and shouted, "Han Jinren, I know you are my father! When I was four years old, you pushed my mother and me off a cliff. My mother died, but my master saved me. You never expected that, did you! Why did you harm us like this? Tell me!"

Han Xuqing frowned and said, "I have no daughter. What makes you say that? Young lady, you should speak with evidence and not just make things up." He looked at Han Xi and said, "Xi'er, what do you think?"

The father and son exchanged glances. Han Xi was silent for a moment and then said, "My mother died suddenly from an illness. She was not murdered. I have no brothers or sisters. The Han family should have been inherited by me." Han Xuqing smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right, that's exactly it."

Han Feng trembled with anger. She brandished her Golden Winged Blade and shouted, "Even now, you still won't admit it..." Han Xuqing, who had been smiling serenely, suddenly drew his sword when he saw a flash of golden light. His movements were so fast that it was impossible to move for even a second. The Taiyi Sword was as swift as lightning and pierced straight for Han Feng's heart. Han Feng reacted swiftly, dodging the thunderous attack with the unparalleled lightness skill of the Yunxiao Sect. Filled with resentment and sorrow, she deflected the countless sharp blades of the Golden Wing Blade, crying out in anguish, "You cruel and heartless wretch, you are actually my biological father!"

Separated by life and death for over twenty years, Han Xuqing had tried to kill her back then, and now that they knew each other's identities, he still wanted to kill her without mercy! Han Feng

dodged the layers of blade light, protecting her entire body, but her heart was filled with confusion and loss. She thought, "He has turned his back on me without a shred of remorse, only thinking of killing me to silence me. I cannot let him kill me, but… …should I kill him?"

This momentary lapse in concentration suddenly placed Han Feng in a perilous situation. Her opponent was Han Xuqing, a grandmaster of the martial arts world; how could she allow herself even the slightest distraction? Han Feng's movements faltered slightly, and the feint of the Taiyi Sword had already sealed off all her escape routes. Han Xuqing instantly gained the upper hand, thrusting his sword straight for Han Feng's throat. Han Feng twirled, her delicate body flipping, a sudden escape from death, like a bird avoiding a net, narrowly escaping the sword light's blockade.

However, the room offered little room for maneuver; this flip forced Han Feng against the wall. Han Feng pulled at her cloak, her Golden-Winged Blade's wings unfurling as she counterattacked Han Xuqing. Han Xuqing swung his sword like the wind, and with several clanging sounds, seven blade feathers were severed from the Golden-Winged Blade, while the Taiyi Sword remained undamaged—truly a rare divine sword. Han Feng

froze, knowing that the Golden-Winged Blade alone could not withstand the Taiyi Sword, and her own skill was inferior to Han Xuqing's; she had no chance of winning this battle and could only desperately fight for survival. She channeled her inner energy and cried out, "Wen Yuan—" Her plea for help was uttered in just two words when suddenly her waist tightened, a sharp force piercing through her meridians. Han Feng's body trembled, her voice went hoarse, and she couldn't utter the rest of her words. Her waist acupoints had been seized, leaving her weak and powerless.

She looked back and was instantly chilled to the bone. The one who had attacked her was Han Xi, his hands now free from the iron chains. His move was ruthless and steady, brimming with power, but he lowered his head, refusing to look at Han Feng. Han Feng slumped, tears welling in her eyes, and stammered, "Even you…you don't recognize me…"

Han Xuqing smiled and said, "Very good, very good! Xi'er, you truly understand right and wrong. That's good."

He quickly pressed several acupoints with his left hand, sealing Han Feng's vital points, leaving her defenseless. He then said, "Sect Leader Huyan…"

Han Feng looked up at him, her tearful eyes filled with disdain. Han Xuqing sighed, "You slandered me and then attacked me. Such actions are truly malicious. I, Han, also lament the long-standing reputation of the Yunxiao Sect."

Upon hearing this, Han Feng's shoulders trembled, and she suddenly burst into laughter, shouting sharply, "Han Jinren, you're quite the actor! You're so good at twisting the truth! I admire you!"

Han Xuqing said, "Xi'er, although you've made a grave mistake, you've received my guidance for many years and can still see through this woman's cunning tricks. Do you believe she's impersonating your sister?" Han Xi whispered, "Your son... of course not." Han Xuqing smiled and said, "That's right. Even so, I'm still worried. Prove it to me." Upon hearing this, Han Xi immediately understood his father's intention. He swallowed hard, looking at Han Feng's body, his heart filled with conflict. Han Xuqing asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" Han Xi was startled and said, "Nothing, son...yes." He steeled his heart, tore off the Golden Winged Blade cloak, and reached out to tear Han Feng's clothes. Han Feng was shocked and was about to scream when Han Xi tore off a rag and stuffed it into her mouth to silence her.

Han Xi reached out and touched her full breasts, kneading them a few times, and said in a deep voice, "You're my sister? Hmph, if that were the case, wouldn't it be against morality for me to take you now? Would I do such a thing?" He hesitated for a moment, then added, "My father values benevolence and morality the most, how could he tolerate such a thing?" As he spoke, he had already torn Han Feng's clothes to shreds, exposing her skin everywhere.

Terrified and filled with despair, Han Feng thought to herself, "They not only disown me, they deceive themselves. These two... no, they're not even human!"

With a hiss, Han Xi ripped Han Feng's pants, instantly exposing her private parts, her fair muscles slightly bulging. Han Xi removed the iron chains binding her feet, pulled out his increasingly thick penis, and exhaled, saying, "Look, look... it's getting bigger and bigger. How could a brother treat his sister like this?" As he spoke, he frantically rubbed Han Feng's skin, especially her breasts, babbling incoherently, his lust growing stronger to suppress his shame.

Han Xuqing watched with a smile, making no attempt to stop him.

Han Feng couldn't speak, but tears kept flowing. Han Xi ignored them, and once his penis was erect, he thrust it towards her slightly moist lips. His waist trembled slightly as he murmured, "You're definitely not my sister, no, really not..."

With muttered words, Han Xi slowly penetrated Han Feng's body. Han Feng kept her eyes tightly closed, letting out a bitter groan, her slender waist swaying like a water snake, seemingly trying to resist. Han Xi raised his head high, biting his lip and thrusting his hips, penetrating deeply, his expression somewhat dazed. Han Xuqing nodded slightly, quite approvingly, and laughed, "Very right, very right!"

Hearing this, Han Xi gritted his teeth, holding Han Feng's waist, and began to thrust violently. Han Feng whimpered softly, her snow-white skin covered in sweat, incredibly beautiful, but her brows were furrowed, and tears rolled down her cheeks, revealing her deep sorrow.

Han Xi dared not look any longer, only twitching her lower body repeatedly, whispering, "You're not, you're not..."

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted: "Han Xi, what are you doing?" The door was violently flung open as Ren Jianqing burst in first, followed by Wen Yuan and Qin Panying. Upon seeing the scene inside, Qin Panying screamed, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister!" Taken aback by

the unexpected turn of events, Han Xuqing's expression changed, and he sternly said, "You unfilial son, how dare you!" Without even looking at the three of them, he suddenly struck Han Xi's shoulder with a palm strike. Han Xi's eyes widened, her movements stopped, and she slowly collapsed onto Han Feng.

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