Chapter 158 of Ten Scenery Satin

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Just as He Silai was about to touch Xiao Murong's fingers, Xiao Murong released her fingers, put down her wine cup, withdrew her hand, and said with a smile, "You scared me to death! You scared me to death! If you had touched me, wouldn't you have poisoned me to death?" He Silai laughed and said, "If you were really poisoned to death, I wouldn't be able to bear it. Since Miss Murong has honored us with her presence at the banquet today, why not have some fun?" Xiao Murong blinked and laughed, "What's so fun about it?"

A man in yellow sat down next to her, leaned closer, and laughed, "Take off all your clothes, and we'll naturally make you feel utterly ecstatic and have endless fun." Xiao Murong turned her head, smiled sweetly, and said, "I don't want to. My older brother said that all of you are lecherous devils who only know how to bully people."

A short man next to her had been staring intently at Xiao Murong. Seeing her talk and laugh so freely, and every move she made exuding indescribable charm, he couldn't resist his lustful thoughts. He walked behind her and suddenly reached out to hug her.

But then, Little Murong swayed her slender waist and stood up, avoiding them, laughing, "Just as I expected, you were trying to take advantage of me before I even said anything?" Seeing her stand up, the crowd assumed she was about to escape and quickly surrounded her, forming a wall around her. He Silai also approached, laughing, "It's your own fault for being so charming. Miss Murong, you'd better behave and let us have some fun!"

Little Murong smiled, pursing her lips, and said, "I've never been well-behaved since I was little. I told you, you'd better leave quickly, lest you regret it." He Silai looked at her face, overflowing with a naive and delighted expression, and his lust surged. He laughed, "How will you regret it? Not enjoying the delicious food that's already in your mouth, that's when you'll truly regret it!" He reached out and touched her breasts. The crowd around them also pounced on her with strange laughter.

In an instant, a white light flashed in He Silai's eyes, and a chilling aura suddenly swept over him. He was startled and quickly leaped away using the Cloud Soaring Sect's superb lightness skill. In a flash, a silver blade flew past, followed by a series of screams. These screams came from the many lecherous men surrounding Little Murong, who fell one after another, like new buds blooming and petals unfolding, all dying on the ground. Only Little Murong stood gracefully among them, her beautiful face like a flower, playing with a short sword in her hand, and laughed, "I told you you'd regret it, why didn't you believe me?"

Only then did He Silai feel a chill in his chest. He reached down and touched it; it was wet and sticky with blood. Little Murong's short sword had cut him. If it weren't for his superb lightness skill and quick reflexes, he would have already lived up to his nickname and passed away. He was terrified, realizing that this slender and charming girl was extremely powerful. He dared not approach her again, pressed his wound, and hurriedly ran away.

Little Murong killed more than ten villains in one go. Those who knew they were no match for her skills wouldn't risk their lives. Many wisely chose to protect themselves, abandoning any thoughts of taking advantage of her and focusing instead on raping the woman beneath them. Ao Sihai, seeing this from afar, led his men forward, laughing, "Little Murong, your swordsmanship is indeed quite impressive. How about I test my skills a few times?"

Little Murong knew that dealing with ordinary villains was easy, but Ao Sihai's martial arts were truly extraordinary. Wen Yuan had dealt with him easily, but she was no match for him. Seeing him arrive with the Dragon Palace Prince, she had already decided on the best of the thirty-six stratagems. She smiled slightly and said, "Dragon King Ao, you are an elder. How can you bully a little girl like me?"

Ao Sihai stroked his beard and laughed, "You little girl are too naughty. I should teach you a lesson." With that, he strode forward and grabbed Little Murong's shoulder. Little Murong, with her agile movements, leaped to the side, stuck out her tongue, and laughed, "I won't let you control me!" She turned gracefully and ran off. Ao Sihai chased after her, but Little Murong darted east and west, weaving among the tables and chairs, like a butterfly dancing among flowers, a fish swimming in a lotus pond. With her lithe and graceful movements, she quickly left Ao Sihai seven or eight tables behind.

She looked around, trying to find a way out of the valley to explore the Pleasure Banquet. While running between the tables, she caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar face and couldn't help but turn back. Upon closer inspection, she saw a pretty and sweet-looking girl looking at Little Murong with great concern. Little Murong was slightly startled, then exclaimed, "Ah, you…you're not Xiao Feng?" After leaving Shuiyan Tower with Ziyuan, Xiao Feng fell ill in Nanyang and couldn't go to the capital with Ziyuan. Ziyuan missed her constantly and hoped to find time to go back and fetch her. However, after the battle at Jin Guo Zhuang, and then the incident at the Changling Underground Palace, everyone was separated and had no chance to meet again until now.

Xiao Feng, seeing that she recognized her, hurriedly nodded vigorously, her lips slightly parted, but she remained silent. Xiao Murong knew she must be under someone's control, her mute acupoints sealed, and thought, "Which bastard kidnapped her too? She's Zi Yuan's maid; I can't leave her alone." She immediately turned back to unseal Xiao Feng's mute acupoints. A figure flashed past, blocking her way, saying, "This is a gift I brought. If you want to take it, you'll have to give me your own gift."

Seeing the person before her, Xiao Murong knew something was wrong and took a step back, thinking, "How did I run into this guy? This…this is not easy to deal with." This man was a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, a thick black beard, and small, squinting eyes. He held a thick book in his left hand;

this was none other than the martial arts oddity, "Living Judge" Pei Hanying. The title "Living Judge" came from the "Book of Life and Death" in Pei Hanying's hand. Whenever Pei Hanying was about to kill someone, he would record the person's name and age in the Book of Life and Death. Once someone's name was on the list, no one could live past the predicted lifespan; they would inevitably die at Pei Hanying's hands. His martial arts skills were extremely high, and his cunning was also profound; he could be considered a master of both martial arts and literature. He wouldn't easily record anyone in the Book of Life and Death unless he was absolutely certain of victory, nor would he frequently engage in combat. People in the martial arts world knew of his formidable methods and mostly dared not offend him, earning him the nickname "Living Judge," a name born of fear.

Little Murong knew that his elder brother had fought him, but due to their respective duties, they had only exchanged a few dozen moves without a clear winner. However, someone who could withstand twenty moves from the elder Murong was no ordinary person. For him alone to rescue Xiao Feng from him would be extremely difficult, and he was at a loss for a good plan.

Pei Hanying smiled and said, "This is Ziyuan's maid, no wonder you want to save her. But if you want to take Ziyuan away, it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven. Where is your beloved Wenyuan? Why didn't he come with you?"

Xiao Murong's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "He already knew our intentions, so the Sifei people must know too. If my brother and the others go, they'll probably be in immediate danger..." She glanced at Xiaofeng and thought, "Even Xiaofeng has been captured, just in case, to be used to threaten us." Realizing the other party's meticulous planning, Xiao Murong felt very frightened, but she still calmed herself and said, "Is he coming or not?" "What's it to you?"

Pei Hanying said, "If he comes, he can watch as his three confidantes are reduced to playthings in public, suffering endless humiliation and dying from exhaustion. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Saying this, she opened the Book of Life and Death, glanced at it, and smiled, "Zi Yuan, Hua Xuan, and Murong Yin all lived to the fifteenth of the eighth month of the fourteenth year of the Zhengtong era. It's already recorded, and we must act accordingly."

Little Murong's face changed color, but she still forced a smile, saying, "You even found my name? Pei Hanying, you're truly capable!" Pei Hanying smiled calmly, "A trivial matter, nothing to be surprised about. Little Murong, you don't like suffering, do you?" Little Murong said: “Of course I don’t like it. Why should I suffer for no reason?”

Pei Hanying smiled and said, “Alright, then you’d better behave and take off your clothes and skirt yourself, and you’ll suffer less.” Little Murong made a face at him and laughed, “Shameless! You’re a big shot in the martial arts world, how come you talk like those shady characters?”

Pei Hanying narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Fine, there’s no such easy thing at the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet. Let’s do it.” His figure suddenly blurred, and somehow he had already grasped the steel judge’s pen in his hand, directly striking Little Murong’s left shoulder acupoint. The move was fluid, and the pen was resilient, truly a first-rate skill.

Little Murong didn’t say a word and turned to run away, with Pei Hanying flying after him. This person’s lightness skill was even better than Ao Sihai’s. Little Murong mustered his strength and darted left and right, but he could not shake him off. The two wandered around the banquet for a while, and before long, Xiao Murong came running back. Before Pei Hanying could get close, he grabbed Xiao Feng's wrist, pulled her several feet, and swept her up in his arms. He turned back and laughed, "She's in my hands. If you're so capable, try to take her away!"

However, with someone in her arms, her movements were less agile than before, and Pei Hanying gradually caught up. After running for a while, Xiao Murong felt her inner energy running low, so she flicked her fingers on both shoulders. The white veil, stimulated by the force of her fingers, billowed backward with a gust of wind. Pei Hanying was running fast when she suddenly felt something blurry covering her, and she quickly waved her hand to push it away. However, the two were chasing each other through a sea of people at a banquet, and Pei Hanying's vision was slightly obstructed. Before she could stop, she bumped into a couple who were making love. The two of them screamed and tumbled away.

Xiao Murong took this opportunity to increase the distance, secretly relieved: "What a close call! The same trick worked even better this time, thank goodness!" She had used this white veil illusion once when she first met Wen Yuan, and it almost cut off Wen Yuan's hand, but it had failed. This time, however, it had worked perfectly to block Pei Hanying. She dared not miss the opportunity. Gathering all her inner strength, she dashed out of the banquet and onto the valley path.

Her priority was escape; she didn't hesitate. The surrounding trees were scattered, the firelight faded, and darkness deepened; she was far from the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet. After a while, only the moonlight shone like water, the noise subsided, and Pei Hanying had not pursued her.

Only then did Xiao Murong feel relieved. She took a few deep breaths, put Xiao Feng down, and released her speech-impairing pressure point. Xiao Feng, suddenly free, exhaled sharply and cried out anxiously, "Miss Murong, please! You…you must save Sister Ziyuan! She…she's been captured…" Her only thought was of Ziyuan, her face filled with worry, completely oblivious to their current predicament.

Little Murong patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we came here to rescue Sister Ziyuan."

Xiao Feng asked, "Then... what should we do?" Little Murong pondered for a moment and said, "We need to find Big Brother and the others first, but we don't know where they are..."

As she was thinking, she suddenly saw a wisp of green smoke rise obliquely into the night sky, as if trying to climb the bright moon, with wisps of red mist lingering around it. Xiao Feng asked curiously, "What is that? Fireworks?" Little Murong was overjoyed and shouted, "Big Brother's signal is in that valley over there!"

Meanwhile, Murong Xiu and Hua Xuan followed Cheng Taihao and the others through the valley, along a winding path, and heard the gentle sound of waves before arriving at a rocky cliff facing the sea and backed by mountains. The moon shone brightly in the night sky, and under the crystal-clear moonlight, a table of food and wine could be seen ahead. Every dish on the table was a rare delicacy, truly a feast of gold and jade, extremely extravagant. The tableware, if not made of gold and silver, was inlaid with pearls and jade; the furnishings alone on this table were extravagantly luxurious.

Eighteen women in colorful robes danced gracefully before the table, sometimes caressing their breasts and buttocks, sometimes tilting their heads back as if sighing, their postures full of provocation. Their thin clothing only added to their allure. Thirty-six girls in plain clothes sat scattered around, each with a pipa, qin, or se, playing various instruments that produced decadent and beautiful melodies to welcome the guests.

Twelve exquisitely carved golden lanterns, draped in red gauze, surrounded the table, their light dazzling in all directions. This lavish banquet was the "Blissful Banquet" where the three hosts of the Fragrance-Stealing Feast indulged in their desires.

Murong Xiu sneered, "Cheng Taihao, you really know how to enjoy life!" Cheng Taihao smiled and said, "In this world, why not enjoy the good fortune? Please, everyone." The four burly men put down the treasure chest, and Kou Feitian pressed his hand on the sedan chair, his body steadily flying up, his clothes fluttering, and he sat down steadily at the table. Cheng Taihao, Bai Chaoran, and Murong Xiu also took their seats. Hu Yanfeng and Qin Panying had been released, but their acupoints were restrained, so they could not resist and stood to the side with Hua Xuan. Yun Feichang and Mo Fei stood behind Kou Feitian.

At this moment, Cheng Taihao was truly filled with indescribable ambition. He had always been ambitious and intended to compete with the Imperial Tomb Sect. That was why he cooperated with the Dianling Sect and the Abyss of Sin, integrating the unorthodox forces in the martial arts world and creating the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet, which was a pioneering act of debauchery in the martial arts world. His reputation in the martial arts world also rose with the improvement of his martial arts skills.

The Dianling Sect is located in the remote southwest. Although Bai Chaoran's poison skills are insidious, his actual abilities are slightly inferior

to his own. While Kou Feitian's martial arts surpass his own, he is disabled, elderly, and keeps a low profile, lacking ambition and thus posing no threat. Cheng Taihao has meticulously planned and restrained his arrogance, treating everyone with exceptional courtesy. Of the three, his reputation is currently at its peak. This Fragrance-Seizing Banquet is extravagantly lavish, with a multitude of guests, including the rising stars of the martial arts world, the "Two Murongs." Cheng Taihao has also displayed his prowess before everyone, subduing two top masters from the Yunxiao Western Sect, further enhancing his fame. In this way, even the previously looming threat of the Western Sect can be eliminated, and he has also gained such a beautiful woman—truly a win-win situation. Thinking of this, Cheng Taihao couldn't help but smile, planning that when his martial arts skills improved further, he could directly challenge Long Yuqing of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. At that time, his status in the martial arts world would truly be as limitless as his nickname "Flying Roc of Ten Thousand Miles".

Seeing Cheng Taihao sitting smugly in the chief seat, Hu Yanfeng was filled with hatred. She gritted her teeth, thinking, "This man harmed my master, harmed my seniors in the Western Sect, and harmed Junior Sister Bai. Now he's right in front of me, and I can't even kill him! And this... this Great Murong..." Looking at Murong Xiu's coldly smiling face, she felt even more hatred: "He humiliated and slandered me like this, knowing that Cheng Taihao has harmed countless people, yet he still sided with him... These despicable men!"

Cheng Taihao noticed her angry face, his cheeks flushed with rage, and smiled slightly, saying, "Brother Murong, let me taste this little phoenix first." Murong Xiu chuckled a few times, finished a cup of fine wine, and said, "Suit yourself." He put down the wine cup and walked to Hu Yanfeng's side. Hu Yanfeng trembled, glaring fiercely at Murong Xiu, and said coldly, "I've seen through you long ago. Birds of a feather, all men are like this..." Qin Panying felt a pang of sorrow and whispered, "Senior Sister, no!"

Murong Xiu chuckled softly, walked behind her, stroked her long hair, his hand sliding down to her shoulder, gently rubbing it with his palm, and whispered, "Little Phoenix, if you're going to pretend, now's the only time. Isn't this what you wanted? Go, take this opportunity to unleash all the desires in your heart... leave nothing behind, go!"

With that, he patted her shoulder and pushed her forward.

The push caused Hu Yanfeng to stumble, almost falling, but she managed to stand firm. Her face suddenly flushed, her red lips trembled slightly, and her eyes shone brightly, almost with excitement. Seeing this, Cheng Taihao was quite surprised, thinking to himself, "Did the few words that Murong said turn this girl into a slut?" He carefully observed Huyan Feng's expression and saw that her beautiful face was not very natural, as if she was trying her best to control her excited emotions, but she walked towards him step by step.

Hua Xuan couldn't bear to watch and couldn't help but plead in a low voice, "Mu...Murong...that...how could this happen? You can't let Miss Huyan go, she, she goes..." Murong Xiu glared at her and said, "Do you want to go?"

Hua Xuan said anxiously, "No, but...but..." Murong Xiu turned his head away and sneered, "If you can't say it properly, then don't say it!"

At this moment, Huyan Feng had already walked to Cheng Taihao's seat. Cheng Taihao nodded and said, "Sit down."

Hu Yanfeng sat down as instructed, took a deep breath, looked up at Cheng Taihao, and said softly, "Cheng Taihao, I have something to ask you." Cheng Taihao smiled and said, "What is it?" Hu Yanfeng quietly said, "Why did you kill my master?"

Cheng Taihao laughed loudly and said, "I didn't kill her. Back then, she secretly escaped from Biyi Palace and was caught by me and your three uncles, and we punished her. She couldn't hold on and died. Who could have known beforehand? The last one to penetrate your master's body was your Uncle Di. The lewd cries she made before she died still often echo in my ears. I can't forget her, haha, haha!"

Hu Yanfeng's body trembled violently, and she lowered her head, her long bangs covering her eyebrows. Cheng Taihao turned to the side, his cloak billowing open on both sides, unbuckled his belt, revealing a thick, erect penis, and laughed, "Feng'er, your master loved this treasure most when she was alive. Countless nights she lost her mind and became wanton because of it. Come, since you miss your master so much, you must like what she liked. Now, enjoy it." As he spoke, his penis was already somewhat erect.

Hu Yanfeng gently raised her head, her lips tightly pressed together, looking at the magnificent, enormous rod. She smiled sadly, slowly reaching out to grasp it in her hand, whispering, "Master...Master...she respected you so much when she was alive..." She spoke very softly, as if in a dream, her slender fingers gently touching the imposing phallus.

Cheng Taihao smiled slightly, "Yes, she was completely submissive to me, and quite wanton in bed. She often did this, yes, just like that, holding it, slowly caressing it, then using her mouth to suck and swallow, even her tongue...Feng'er, you are more beautiful than your master. Be a good girl, and I will cherish you...Lick it, lick it well." He continued speaking, his lust growing stronger, his penis slowly hardening, veins slightly visible.

Hu Yanfeng touched the gradually throbbing phallus and slowly lowered her head. Cheng Taihao smiled as he watched, imagining her luscious red lips about to suckle the penis of his sworn enemy—what a pleasurable and conquering experience that would be. Hu Yanfeng shrugged slightly and whispered, "Master, Master!"

Cheng Taihao was slightly startled, then heard her utter a few words: "Now, Feng'er will avenge you!"

Her ten fair, jade-like fingers suddenly exerted immense force; the Golden-Winged Phoenix Claw, infused with her inner strength, snapped open, breaking Cheng Taihao's penis!

Cheng Taihao felt a sharp pain in his lower body, as if struck by lightning, and screamed violently, "Ah—!"

Hu Yanfeng shouted fiercely, "Traitor, you deserve to die!" Her right hand curled into a cone shape, and her left hand flew like a knife, first striking his perineum, then slashing at his dantian. Her two palms merged and pushed forward with lightning speed, hitting Cheng Taihao's chest squarely. Cheng Taihao roared wildly, his arms trembling violently, unleashing a chaotic and uncontrollable force that sent Hu Yanfeng flying several feet away. This attack was a deadly move made by Cheng Taihao in extreme pain and rage. Hu Yanfeng felt a tightness in her chest, biting her lower lip to prevent blood from spitting out. She felt her internal organs churning and the world spinning. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, someone pushed out from behind with a powerful palm strike, stopping her retreat and landing lightly on the ground.

Hu Yanfeng looked back and saw that the person with the power to neutralize Cheng Taihao's frenzied attack was Murong Xiu. He burst into loud laughter, saying, "What a ruthless little phoenix! You vented your anger quite a bit, didn't you? Cheng Taihao, in my opinion, your 'Flying Roc' should be renamed 'Headless Bird,' you're far inferior to 'Nine-Headed Bird' Sikong Badu! Wahahaha!"

With that, he reached into his robes and flicked an iron pipe high into the air. It exploded with a bang, sending plumes of blue and red smoke flying towards the bright moon.

Those around him, witnessing this sudden turn of events, were stunned, wondering how Huyan Feng had managed to break free of her acupoints and deliver such an unexpected and devastating blow to Cheng Taihao. However, Huyan Feng knew perfectly well that when Murong Xiu patted her shoulder, he had used his overwhelming internal force to forcefully break through her meridians, releasing Cheng Taihao's sealed acupoint technique and giving her the opportunity for revenge when she got close to him. She tried her best to stabilize her surging internal energy. Seeing Cheng Taihao's miserable state, she felt immense satisfaction, yet also a sense of bewilderment. She turned to look at Murong Xiu.

Cheng Taihao's eyes bulged, writhing in agony. He clenched his teeth, feeling an unbearable pain, more terrifying than fire or knife cuts, as if it were tearing his entire body apart, spreading rapidly. He endured the agony, his face contorted, screaming hoarsely, "Huyan...Feng! I...I...I'll...kill you, I'll...tear you...into eight pieces! Waaaaaah!"

Bai Chaoran rushed to Cheng Taihao's side, asking, "Brother Cheng, how are you..." Upon seeing the injury to Cheng Taihao's lower body, he fell silent. His once straight, massive member had been twisted in the middle, now a grotesque shape, dripping with blood. With his lower body injured to this extent, it seemed there was no hope of recovery.

Bai Chaoran's face turned ashen. He whispered, "Brother Cheng, I'll kill these scoundrels for you." Cheng Taihao's eyes were bloodshot. Trembling, he pulled up his pants, forced himself to stand, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Huyan Feng!" Tianluo Yunyi trembled, unleashing waves of energy like a raging storm, shattering cups and bowls and flickering lamplight. He launched a fierce attack on Huyan Feng. Murong Xiu shouted, "Girls, we've already lost several hundred enemies. Now, fight to the death! Kill these bastards!" He charged forward first, his sword energy flying. He used the "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique" and the "One-Word Sword" with the force of cleaving through the endless night, deflecting Tianluo Yunyi's cloak. He then slashed with his left palm, the force of the blow causing Cheng Taihao to stagger, his face changing drastically, and he involuntarily staggered back several steps.

Hu Yanfeng unleashed three deadly attacks, each potentially fatal. Although Cheng Taihao's internal strength far surpassed hers, he had suffered severe injuries to a man's vital organs, and his dantian had been violently struck, greatly diminishing his power. In his reckless rage, he was immediately repelled by Murong Xiu's ferocious swordsmanship. Just as Murong Xiu was about to press his advantage, he suddenly felt a sweet fragrance emanating from behind him, like spilled honey. Murong Xiu's heart tightened, and with a shout, he turned and struck out with his palm. With a "bang," he exchanged a "Blood Refining Hand" blow with Bai Chaoran.

Bai Chaoran swayed, withdrew his palm to catch his breath, and laughed, "Great Murong, you truly have skill! This Blood Refining Hand technique, I've spent thirty years practicing it, and you're not afraid?" Murong Xiu cursed, "Damn it, Bai Chaoran, using poison, no class whatsoever!" This Blood Refining Hand was extremely dangerous. Murong Xiu had no choice but to block this palm strike, using all his strength. Fortunately, he wasn't affected by the Blood Refining Force; otherwise, he would have faced certain death.

At this moment, Qin Panying's acupoints had already been released by Murong Xiu, and she joined forces with Huyan Feng to resist Yun Feichang. Hua Xuan also brandished her long whip and joined the battle, shouting, "Quickly release Sister Ziyuan!"

Yun Feichang parried the attacks while cursing, "Three little sluts, all coming to mess with your grandfather? Is this what a gift should do? You... ah, ouch!" He was momentarily distracted and was hit on the back by Hua Xuan's Eight Directions Wind Rope. Originally, Huyan Feng and Qin Panying together would have been enough to deal with Yun Feichang, but they were currently without their signature weapons and were all injured, making it difficult for them to fight back. However, as soon as Hua Xuan made her move, she immediately gained the upper hand.

She was determined to rescue Ziyuan and used all the powerful moves from the Eight Directions Wind Rope, cooperating with Huyan Feng and Qin Panying to unleash "Flying Nine Heavens," each move fast and unpredictable, causing Yun Feichang to scream and suffer repeated losses.

Suddenly, Mo Fei appeared, chuckled softly, and said in a low voice, "Little girl, why did you hit so hard?"

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