Chapter Seventy of the Ten Scenes Satin

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Wen Yuan wielded his hands with effortless grace, his movements fluid and agile. When Ao Sihai struck with his palm, it was as natural as a flag unfurling in the wind, his movements seemingly light yet steady, his attacks incredibly swift. Although Ao Sihai

possessed strong internal energy, Wen Yuan's moves were sharp and incisive, a mix of claw and palm strikes, a dazzling array of techniques that left him struggling to cope. Xiang Yang and Hua Xuan watched, even more astonished. Wen Yuan's martial arts were incredibly profound, yet completely unlike their own school's style; they had no idea where it came from. Little Murong, quick-witted, immediately thought, "Could it be that he learned something from that zither in these past few days?"

Ao Sihai had initially assumed his opponent was merely a junior; even if his techniques were impressive, his internal energy cultivation would certainly be inferior to his decades of accumulated skill, making victory a certainty. Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan

had already incorporated the secrets of the Blue Wave Divine Palm into the "Dragon's Roar of the Vast Sea" zither music technique. With a mere thought, he could easily break Ao Sihai's stance. At this moment, Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan had also awakened. Seeing Ao Sihai fighting against a boy they had never met before, and in a very unfavorable situation, they were both taken aback.

Ao Sihai grew increasingly angry and alarmed as the fight progressed. He suddenly leaped back, snatched a longsword from a Dragon Palace disciple, and with a loud shout, unsheathed the sword, using the move of the "Dragon Turning Sword Technique." Wen Yuan, with sharp eyes and quick hands, spun in mid-air. Without drawing his sword, his eyes had already grasped the essence of Ao Sihai's sword technique. He thought to himself, "This sword technique is purely forceful and powerful, its strength is not even as great as the Blue Wave Divine Palm. What is there to fear?" He then called out, "Miss Ziyuan, 'Xiao Xiang Shui Yun'!"

As soon as he spoke, the melodious sound of a zither began to play, its notes soaring and clear, it was the tune of "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun". Upon hearing just a few notes, Wen Yuan grasped the essence of the melody. In a flash, his thoughts flowed, and he incorporated the core principles of swordsmanship. Seeing Ao Sihai thrust his sword towards his left side, Wen Yuan remained calm, slightly tilting his body. He passed the blade across Ao Sihai's chest and then smoothly swung his sword towards Ao Sihai's right wrist.

Ao Sihai pulled back his arm to dodge, and was about to strike again when he saw Wen Yuan's sword path flowing endlessly towards him. This strike seemed unstoppable, relentlessly following him like a shadow. Ao Sihai stepped back, and Wen Yuan's sword tip slightly turned, naturally aiming at Ao Sihai's right wrist pulse point. Two consecutive changes, as if in one move, without the slightest hesitation.

Ao Sihai's expression changed drastically. He no longer cared about attacking Wen Yuan, and parried with his sword, intending to first deflect Wen Yuan's entangled sword strikes.

Wen Yuan's swordsmanship was even more masterful than his fist and palm techniques. The two were now locked in a sword duel, a perfect match. His swordplay was like the clouds obscuring the nine mountains of the Xiang River, displaying a vast and boundless grandeur. Ao Sihai desperately dodged and parried, finding no opening to counterattack; his exquisite internal energy was rendered useless.

Wen Yuan's sword light shifted and multiplied, dense and endless, leaving no room for error. Cold sweat poured down Ao Sihai's forehead as he retreated, a wicked thought rising in his mind. He slowly retreated towards the Dragon Palace disciples, suddenly shouting, "Attack!"

The Dragon Palace princes, upon receiving the order, roared in unison. Bixi, Taotie, and Jiaotu were the first to pounce, joining forces to attack Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan hadn't expected Ao Sihai, as the sect leader, to disregard his status and fight with overwhelming numbers. He could only circle his sword, first forcing back the three Dragon Palace princes. Catching his breath, Ao Sihai unleashed his inner strength, wielding his longsword like a raging storm. He thought, "If I kill this brat, I can seize these beautiful women. Losing my status is one thing, but I'll kill you!"

Wen Yuan, besieged by four experts from the Dragon Palace, could no longer sustain his attack. He weaved around, slashing here and there, avoiding direct confrontation. He thought, "These three are far weaker than Ao Sihai. Dealing with them wouldn't be difficult, but defeating Ao Sihai as well would be extremely challenging!" Just as he was pondering a way to break the encirclement, Xiang Yang rushed forward, shouting, "Ao Sihai, you think finding help is so easy!" Having rested and recovered his inner strength, he immediately intervened when he saw Wen Yuan surrounded. His Nine Thunder Palms slammed into the Taotie Prince's iron cauldron, sending him staggering back several steps.

Almost simultaneously, Murong Xiu leaped above the group, sneering, "What are you three amateurs doing here, making a fool of yourselves? Get back here!" His hands lashed out, ghost-like, grabbing Bixi and Jiaotu by the back of their collars. He channeled his inner force into his legs, landing abruptly, while casually tossing the two Dragon Palace princes into the air. Prince Bixi attempted a somersault in mid-air, but couldn't dispel the hidden force in Murong Xiu's hands. His foot touched the ground, and he slipped, falling flat on his back. Prince Jiaotu, less skilled, fared even worse.

Ao Sihai gained no advantage and was now forced to fight Wen Yuan alone, immediately putting him at a disadvantage. In terms of martial arts skill, Ao Sihai was roughly equal to Wei Gaoxin; since Wei Gaoxin was no match for Wen Yuan, Ao Sihai was no match for him either. In a one-on-one duel, Wen Yuan was able to fully unleash his "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" sword techniques. Ao Sihai was overwhelmed and his defeat was becoming increasingly apparent. Suddenly, with a "whoosh," his longsword was skillfully deflected and caught by Wen Yuan's blade, flying far away and plummeting off the precipice.

Wen Yuan's attack had succeeded, and his follow-up moves continued, the thin blade trembling incessantly, like a small boat gliding gracefully across the waves of a lake. Without his sword, Ao Sihai was even less able to defend himself. In a moment of distraction, both legs were struck by the sword, causing him to lose his footing and collapse to the ground. The situation was extremely embarrassing. Ao Sihai was filled with shame and anger, a surge of pent-up emotions rising in his chest. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Prince Suanni leaped out, striking Wen Yuan with a palm, shouting, "Stop harming our Dragon King!"

Wen Yuan sensed the depth of the palm's power, and with a slight thought, he deflected the attack with his left palm, using the "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" prelude "Fan Cang Lang" to gently push the palm aside, saying, "I originally had no intention of taking any more lives, so please take your sect leader back. However, if your sect has no other experts, it would be best to stop as soon as possible. Does your sect still intend to plot against Jin Guo Zhuang even now?"

Prince Suanni was quite surprised that Wen Yuan actually intended to stop, and helped Ao Sihai up, saying, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Brother Wen. Our sect cannot defeat you today, but the outcome is not something our Dragon Palace Sect can decide." As

he spoke, he glanced at Huang Zhonggui.

Huang Zhonggui had been intently observing the battle, his face expressionless. He slowly stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping over Xiang Yang, Wen Yuan, and Hua Xuan. Suddenly, his footwork accelerated, and he silently appeared before Wen Yuan, unleashing a swift palm strike—the deadly "Taiyin Blade."

Wen Yuan, having experienced the power of the Taiyin Blade firsthand, thought, "I've only just learned martial arts from the Seven-Stringed Zither of the Literary and Martial Arts School, and haven't had time to master it. Dealing with Ao Sihai is one thing, but Huang Zhonggui is far more formidable. I mustn't be careless!" He raised his longsword, incorporating the essence of "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" and "Cang Hai Long Yin" into the core principles of the Compass Sword, delivering three consecutive thrusts, targeting Huang Zhonggui's head, chest, and abdomen.

Huang Zhonggui's Taiyin Blade swept back with the force of his inner energy, deflecting the three swords with a hissing sound. His left hand formed a claw, the "Dismemberment Claw," which swiftly grabbed at Wen Yuan's throat with unpredictable and vicious movements.

Wen Yuan spun to dodge, about to strike back with his sword, when the Taiyin Blade, carrying a chilling aura, came slashing down. Startled, he couldn't react in time, but instead spun twice, dodging the two deadly attacks of the Dismemberment Claw and the Taiyin Blade. Just

as Huang Zhonggui was about to pursue, a powerful and fierce palm strike came from the side, aimed at Xiang Yang.

Huang Zhonggui easily deflected it, and Wen Yuan, having recovered his strength, resumed his attack. His swordsmanship, while steady and focused, now contained subtle variations, showing even greater refinement than when he fought Ao Sihai. The two brothers joined forces, greatly increasing their power in both offense and defense. Huang Zhonggui's face was grim, and his Taiyin Blade changed its moves, creating a cold wind. Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan used all their inner strength to resist and launch a full-scale attack.

On the cliff, the three masters were locked in a fierce battle, and everyone watched with bated breath. Murong Xiu remained silent, tossing aside his broken sword, and took a sword from a maid from the Jin Guo Manor. He shouted, "Huang Zhonggui, are you really unkillable?"

He strode forward, the wind whistling through the air, and joined the battle, using the "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique".

Huang Zhonggui, fighting three opponents alone, was gradually changing the situation. Wen Yuan's moves were divine, Xiang Yang's internal strength was profound, and Murong Xiu possessed astonishing martial arts skills. A gray mist surrounded Huang Zhonggui, and the Taiyin Blade's ultimate moves were unleashed in layers. His arms were no longer clearly visible, and the blade's momentum showed no sign of stopping. At this moment, night fell, and Huang Zhonggui's movements were strange and eerie, truly like a ghost in the darkness, indescribably terrifying.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard. Xiang Yang seized an opening and struck with both palms, hitting Huang Zhonggui's "Dazhui" and "Lingtai" acupoints on his back. The power of the Nine Thunder Palms was extremely fierce, and even though Huang Zhonggui's skill was profound, he should not have been able to withstand it. However, Huang Zhonggui's body trembled, and he pushed off heavily with his right foot, leaping into the air, flipping over headfirst, and grabbing Xiang Yang's shoulders with his claws. The internal force of the "Disjointed Claw" penetrated straight to the bones. Caught off guard, Xiang Yang felt countless sharp, yin energies pierce him, causing excruciating pain, as if countless tiny blades were about to shatter his shoulder bones in an instant.

At the critical moment, Wen Yuan thrust his sword at Huang Zhonggui's wrists, only a moment too late for Huang Zhonggui's claws.

Huang Zhonggui had no time to exert force and immediately withdrew his hands, rolling to the ground, a little blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Xiang Yang's palm strike had indeed caused considerable injury to Huang Zhonggui. Wen Yuan called out, "Senior brother, how are you?" Xiang Yang's arms had almost been crippled, and although they were saved, he was still in excruciating pain. He groaned and said, "I'm fine!"

Murong Xiu rushed forward, his sword path wide open, using it to restrain Huang Zhonggui, and shouted, "Attack his back!"

Wen Yuan moved with agility, instantly flashing behind Huang Zhonggui and thrusting his sword at the back of his neck. Xiang Yang intended to step forward and attack, but the shattered claw technique was too insidious, rendering his shoulders unable to exert force. He could only circulate his internal energy to heal his injuries first.

Huang Zhonggui, struck by the powerful Thunder Palm, was also suffering. Relying on his unfathomable internal energy cultivation, he suppressed his internal injuries, and the power of his Taiyin Blade showed no signs of weakening, each move sharp and deadly. Murong Xiu unleashed all his sword techniques, yet he could not penetrate the defensive formation formed by the Taiyin Blade. Suddenly, he threw his longsword aside and shouted, "Boy, it's your turn!"

He struck out with both palms, directly targeting the Taiyin Blade's edge in Huang Zhonggui's hands. Huang Zhonggui's palms struck Murong Xiu's palms, and blood immediately splattered. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Murong Xiu clenched his fists, firmly grasping Huang Zhonggui's hands. Huang Zhonggui suddenly realized, crying out, "I've fallen into a trap!" Just as Huang Zhonggui's hands were restrained, Wen Yuan saw the opportunity to win. He rushed behind Huang Zhonggui and, without hesitation, thrust his sword forward.

This sword strike was the culmination of Wen Yuan's entire power; in a flash, the blade pierced through Huang Zhonggui's back, a cold light flashing alongside a crimson hue in the darkness.

Huang Zhonggui roared fiercely, turning back to glare at Wen Yuan, his eyes bloodshot. His right hand broke free from Murong Xiu's grip, and the extremely vicious "Taiyin Blade" suddenly slashed back at Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan, having unleashed his full power, had no chance to parry. The Taiyin Blade's hidden force struck Huang Zhonggui's chest, and his grip loosened, the sword embedding itself in Huang Zhonggui's back. Huang Zhonggui's body slumped against the mountain wall, the chill making him feel as if he were in a frozen wasteland, almost causing him to faint.

Zi Yuan was shocked and rushed over, crying out, "Young Master Wen!" Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong rushed over as well. Seeing Wen Yuan's pale face, they were terrified. Hua Xuan almost cried, her delicate body trembling as she tightly gripped Wen Yuan's hands. The members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect were all horrified to see the invincible Huang Zhonggui so badly injured.

Huang Zhonggui shook off Murong Xiu, his right arm twisting behind his back in an extremely strange way as he drew his longsword, blood gushing out.

Huang Zhonggui dropped the sword, coughed violently a few times, blood staining his teeth, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into loud laughter, completely different from his usual demeanor. His voice was shrill and inhuman, like the wailing of a ghost, ringing in everyone's ears and sending chills down their spines.

Murong Xiu withstood the Taiyin Blade's blows with both palms, suffering severe injuries to his palm and wrist bones. The Yin energy attacking his body made him even more vulnerable. Seeing Huang Zhonggui's blade pierce his body, yet he remained standing, he was shocked: "Is this guy a monster?"

Then he saw Huang Zhonggui stagger towards Wen Yuan, his expression ferocious, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his mouth. Suddenly, he raised his right hand high, ready to strike.

Wen Yuan, already severely injured by the Taiyin Blade's chilling internal force, saw Huang Zhonggui approaching step by step, his expression even more terrifying. A chill ran through him: "He's not dead yet? I must protect Ziyuan, my junior sister, and Xiaoyin…" He tried to muster his strength to stand, but his true energy was severely blocked at his "Zigong acupoint," his blood churning, his vision going black, and he gradually lost consciousness.

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