Chapter 59 of the Ten Scenes Satin

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Xiang Yang's move immediately astonished everyone present, leaving them all astonished. The flute player was none other than Kang Chufeng. Upon seeing Xiang Yang's intervention, he immediately stopped playing and looked Xiang Yang up and down.

Yang Xiaojuan, gently embraced by Xiang Yang, suddenly felt a surge of heat in her body and couldn't help but breathe softly, looking at Xiang Yang with a dazed expression. But then Xiang Yang roared angrily, "Bi'an! Although your Dragon Palace Sect is openly robbing, it is still a major sect in the martial arts world. As one of the Nine Dragon Princes, you are famous in the martial arts world. How can you be so shameless? What kind of man are you?"

Prince Bi'an's face showed arrogance, and he said, "Boy, what are you? How dare you lecture me here? We captured this little girl. If you want to have a taste, you don't need to snatch her. Kneel three times and we'll let you play with her. That's not impossible." Seeing his arrogant words and lack of shame, Xiang Yang was even more furious. He shouted, "Let's see if you have the weight to back it up!" He raised his right palm, activated the Nine Thunder Palm, and struck out with a palm.

Prince Bi'an, having just dodged Xiang Yang's attack, was quite surprised by the strength of Xiang Yang's palm strike, but also confident in his own abilities. He thought, "This kid's skills aren't bad, but judging from his age, his attainments must be limited; he's nothing to fear." This time, he didn't dodge at all, unleashing the Blue Wave Divine Palm, a move called "Giant Whale Overturning the Sea" to meet the attack.

Their palms clashed, and Xiang Yang took a step back, his left arm tightening subtly. Yang Xiaojuan gasped, her heart filled with anxiety: "Alas, who is this person? If he can't beat Bi'an, what is he doing out here?" Prince Bi'an realized that although the opponent's palm strike was not weak, it was still not as profound as his own. He was secretly pleased and shouted, "You overconfident brat, I'll show you the power of the Fourth Prince of the Dragon Palace!" He leaped forward, his palms overlapping, striking with all his might.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang burst into laughter, then shouted, "Prince Bi'an, compared to Prince Suanni, your skills are utterly insignificant!" He channeled eighty percent of his profound power into his right palm, unleashing a thunderous strike

. With a resounding "bang," he clashed palms with Prince Bi'an. Having tested Bi'an's power, Xiang Yang knew it was mediocre, far inferior to Suanni and Yazi; eighty percent of his power would be enough to defeat him. Sure enough, Prince Bi'an, overconfident, met the attack head-on, never expecting such power. In an instant, Prince Bi'an trembled, his palm force restrained by the thunderous power, forced back against himself. The force compounded, and his body was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground. His arrogant expression turned to terror; after a few struggles, he lay still.

Kang Chufeng and the others exchanged pale glances, unconsciously taking a few steps back. Two elderly men stepped forward, their eyes fixed on Xiang Yang, saying nothing. Suddenly, they leaped forward, their four withered hands reaching for Xiang Yang with ruthless attacks; their fingers were hooked, ready to tear away large chunks of flesh upon contact. Xiang Yang, holding Yang Xiaojuan, dodged the attack, thinking, "These two old men are even more skilled than that Bi'an. Who are they?"

The two old men's faces were frosty, their claws moving in rapid succession, steel hooks flashing like thousands of silver streaks. Just as Xiang Yang was about to retaliate, he heard Yang Xiaojuan say haltingly, "Don't...don't waste time with them...um...in the village...in the village...um...their people...have infiltrated...quickly...go back..." Her voice was weak, yet full of intimacy, like whispering to a lover. Xiang Yang then noticed that her clothes were completely soaked, and a strong fragrance wafted from her body. He was startled, and hearing that a spy had infiltrated the Women's Manor, he didn't have time to think further. He leaped up and landed on a pine branch, ready to run away.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a pipa, and Kang Qiyue began to play "Mad Dream's Cry," saying in a coquettish voice, "Young master, why are you leaving in such a hurry? I can't bear to part with you!" The music was erotic and varied, and Xiang Yang's mind went blank. He didn't gather his inner energy and missed his step, falling from the tree. But with his skill, he regained his composure and landed steadily. Kang Qiyue smiled seductively, "Young master, aren't you leaving?" The seductive intent in her fingers increased, wanting to ensnare Xiang Yang in the chaotic world of "Mad Dream's Cry."

Xiang Yang's vision blurred, and he felt a slight dizziness. He was startled and thought, "This woman must be Kang Qiyue from the Imperial Tomb Sect. I've heard she's skilled at using music to bewitch people's minds. She's truly strange!" He knew nothing about music and didn't know how to resist. After just one listen, he felt his muscles go weak and his fighting spirit greatly diminished. The two old men saw that Xiang Yang was slightly dazed and wanted to take advantage of the situation, but they were also under the temptation of "Mad Dream Melody." They put on their fighting stances but didn't want to make a move.

Then they heard Kang Qiyue's coquettish voice, "Good sir, come quickly, let me serve you well..." Xiang Yang groaned softly, his body trembling slightly. One of the Imperial Tomb Sect disciples couldn't resist any longer. He rushed up behind Kang Qiyue, panting, and shouted, "Senior sister, I want... I want!" He reached out and desperately squeezed her full breasts, making strange noises. Kang Qiyue showed no anger, but instead moaned along, playing music while letting out wanton cries, panting softly, "Good junior brother, come on... mmm, that's right... oh... ah... my lord, come on too... um, ah ha..."

Kang Qiyue played seductive tunes, her mouth uttering wanton moans, and the men in the forest were all on the verge of losing control, their eyes practically spitting fire. Kang Chufeng smiled as he looked at Xiang Yang, thinking, "This kid seems to know nothing about music, he definitely can't resist my sister's 'mad dream cry,' won't he be easily captured?"

Sure enough, he saw Xiang Yang's eyes tightly closed, his face showing a struggle for a long time, before he was about to put Yang Xiaojuan on the ground. Although Yang Xiaojuan blushed and her heart pounded, being a woman, she wasn't easily swayed. Seeing Xiang Yang unable to control himself, she became anxious and hurriedly said, "You...you shouldn't be...uh...ah..." Just then, the sound of a flute began, with Kang Chufeng joining in. The "Wild Dream Melody" became even more lewd and wanton, leaving Yang Xiaojuan speechless with inexplicable shyness. She unconsciously closed her eyes.

Xiang Yang slowly squatted down, setting Yang Xiaojuan down, his hands hovering in mid-air. Kang Qiyue said sweetly, "My lord, you...you should be with me first, then play with that girl..." Yang Xiaojuan felt a surge of confusion. Under the allure of the "Wild Dream Melody," she had no will to resist, panting softly, her starry eyes half-open, seeing only a hazy view, and Xiang Yang's figure appearing as a blur.

Amidst this licentious atmosphere, Xiang Yang suddenly stood up, raised his head, and roared, "Shameless vixen! How dare you flaunt such wicked and heretical tricks!" He channeled all his power into his palms, unleashing the full force of the Nine Thunder Palms, and with a sudden, deafening boom, like a thunderclap, it instantly drowned out the sounds of the iron flute and pipa duet. It was like a giant iron hammer striking everyone's hearts, sweeping away the previous lewdness and debauchery. Except for Xiang Yang, everyone was stunned and astonished.

Kang Qiyue plucked a string in a daze, and every single string on the pipa had snapped. Kang Chufeng swayed, his hands trembling, and with a clang, the iron flute fell to the ground. The Kang siblings' performance was unexpectedly abruptly cut off by the deafening sound of Xiang Yang's thunderous palm strikes. The severity of the damage was unimaginable to others; their breaths churned, and both of them

coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

Xiang Yang's arms went numb from the impact of the thunderous palm strike, and he thought to himself, "That was close!" Unable to decipher the "Mad Dream's Roar" using musical principles, with only a sliver of clarity remaining in his mind, he quickly devised a plan to mask the sound with the power of his thunderous palm strike, which surprisingly worked. However, this move also unnecessarily depleted a significant amount of his true energy; having already absorbed the power of nine thunderous palm strikes, how could he easily endure it?

Seeing that the Mad Dream's Roar had been broken, Xiang Yang immediately picked up Yang Xiaojuan and shouted, "I won't keep you company any longer!" He channeled his inner energy and fled. The two old men, caught off guard, didn't even think to give chase.

Xiang Yang swept Yang Xiaojuan into his arms and ran like the wind, whispering, "Miss Yang, are you alright?" Yang Xiaojuan, panting, murmured groggily, "So hot... Who... who are you? I... how should I address you?" Xiang Yang said, "My name is Xiang Yang. A young lady named Hua Xuan has come to your manor, hasn't she? I'm her senior brother." Yang Xiaojuan hummed in agreement, whispering, "Yes... senior brother? Ugh... senior brother... senior... brother... um..." Her body twitched slightly, and she groaned loudly.

Seeing that she was somewhat delirious, Xiang Yang was secretly worried and asked, "Miss Yang, are you injured?"

Yang Xiaojuan's breathing was rapid, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Kang Chufeng... he... he... he drugged me..."

Kang Chufeng was a womanizer; how could he bear to poison such a beautiful young girl as Yang Xiaojuan? Upon seeing Yang Xiaojuan's expression, Xiang Yang immediately understood that this drug was undoubtedly an extremely potent aphrodisiac. He then said, "We'll be back at Jin Guo Manor soon. Just bear with it; this kind of drug isn't difficult to counteract."

Yang Xiaojuan groaned a few times, then suddenly struggled, reaching out to hug Xiang Yang's neck, and cried out in a pitiful voice, "It's so hot... I'm so hot... Brother Xiang... please save me... I'm going to die!" As she hugged him, her face drew closer to Xiang Yang's, and a fragrant scent wafted into his nostrils, causing his heart to flutter. He quickly composed himself and gently comforted her, "Miss Yang, relax, everything will be alright." Yang Xiaojuan's eyes were half-open, her beauty so tender it seemed to melt away, and her voice grew increasingly alluring, pleading, "Brother Xiang, I really can't take it anymore... I want to..." …I want…”

With each word she spoke, a fragrant breath wafted onto Xiang Yang's face, her delicate body pressing ever closer to his, her entire being utterly provocative. Yet, her pretty face remained innocent and pure, full of guileless expression, making Xiang Yang's heart pound. He dared not look any longer, focusing only on getting on his way, thinking, “Of all the fights today, this little girl has made me the most nervous, even more so than Ya Zi and Suanni. If I don't get back to Jin Guo Manor soon, things will really get terrible!”

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