[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - 22

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Chapter

Seven. As noon approached, a small boat pierced the waves. Ximen Qing, dressed in white, stood at the bow, swirling a large red folding fan with gold flecks, exuding an air of nonchalance. In terms of style, he was far more like a young master than Cheng Zongyang; seven or eight sachets and jade pendants adorned his waist, and he held a small maidservant with a jade pendant in one hand.

Cheng Zongyang frowned slightly. He knew that with Jian Yuji's intelligence, she wouldn't let him fall for her trick so easily. But he never expected Ximen Qing to bring Xiao Ling'er.

He vividly remembered the ruthlessness of this seemingly innocent girl in the Wild Boar Forest; Yu Ziyuan had barely escaped with his life and was still bedridden, all thanks to her.

Xiao Ling'er's attire was even more revealing than before; her exquisite body was clad only in a low-cut red bodice, exposing her snow-white waist, hips, and legs. Even a tough man like Yi Biao blushed instantly at the sight.

Cheng Zongyang secretly stomped on Yi Biao's foot, warning him to be extremely cautious and not be tempted by the girl's appearance. He then forced a smile, saying, "My lord is indeed a trustworthy man. Why haven't I seen the Fairy Maiden's arrival?"

Ximen Qing jumped ashore, elegantly closed his folding fan, and cupped his hands, saying, "The Fairy Maiden has some minor matters to attend to; she will arrive shortly."

"I see. Please, my lord."

Cheng Zongyang's mind raced. The Sword Jade Maiden's absence likely indicated her suspicion. But that was fine; his target was the treacherous Ximen Qing anyway, and the Sword Jade Maiden's absence gave him a greater chance of success.

As Ximen Qing walked, he said, "I have been to this Xiaoyingzhou before. I happened to have bought a Arab concubine in Wuyuan and brought her to Lin'an, where I enjoyed some pleasures on this island. The Arab concubine wasn't anything special, except that she was tall with long legs, had skin as white as snow, and hair as golden as silk. During our time together, she was incredibly charming..."

Ximen Qing spoke with great enthusiasm, while Cheng Zongyang wore a fake smile, his eyes fixed on Xiao Ling'er beside him. The curved hook in that girl's hand was probably only a match for Qin Hui and Jin Wuzhu; Yi Biao and Leopard Head were no match for her. However, she was only wearing a bodice, and it was unknown where she had hidden the curved hook.

Ximen Qing noticed his gaze, smiled, and winked. "This girl may be lowly, but her skin is smooth and her flesh tender; she's quite alluring to handle. Brother Cheng, would you like to give her a try?"

Cheng Zongyang's heart stirred slightly, and after a moment, he made up his mind, rubbing his hands together and chuckling, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Friends share resources, let alone a little maidservant?"

Ximen Qing's peach blossom eyes smiled. "If Brother Cheng likes her, let her keep you company."

With that, Ximen Qing pushed the girl forward. Xiao Ling'er raised her face and said sweetly in a childish voice, "Master Cheng..."

Cheng Zongyang leered and put his arm around Xiao Ling'er's shoulder, his hand reaching towards her pink little bottom. "Indeed, her skin is smooth and her flesh tender."

Xiao Ling'er didn't mind his caresses at all; instead, she nestled her soft body against him, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she pressed herself against his chest. Although she had a childlike face, she possessed the wantonness of a woman.

As they spoke, the pavilion came into view. Cheng Zongyang, holding Xiao Ling'er, walked and laughed, "Is this Xiao Ling'er born with a disordered triple burner?"

Ximen Qing asked, "Brother Cheng, what makes you say that?"

"I've heard that people with a disordered triple burner have difficulty growing tall and also suffer from large breasts."

"Brother Cheng, you actually know medicine?"

Ximen Qing looked surprised, clapping his hands with his folding fan, "Brother Cheng's observation is correct! However, this little slut's disordered triple burner is not congenital, but rather altered in childhood. Even if she grows ten more years, she won't grow an inch taller. Keeping such a person is just for amusement."

"Is that so? Her triple burner was artificially altered, turning her into a dwarf?"

Cheng Zongyang curiously pulled Xiao Ling'er's arm, placing one hand on her waist, seemingly to examine the abnormality of her body. Suddenly, his five fingers tightened, sealing several major acupoints on her waist and back, then he shouted sharply, "Kill!"

Ximen Qing's smile froze on his face. Qin Hui responded by pointing out with a finger, the tip of his finger faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Ximen Qing let out a strange cry, his folding fan snapping open with a "whoosh," forcefully blocking Qin Hui's sudden finger strike.

With a loud "bang," scraps of paper flew from Ximen Qing's fan, and two of its steel ribs broke.

Ximen Qing used the momentum to retreat from the pavilion, then soared into the sky.

Leopard Head, who had been lying prone in the pavilion, swung his giant axe and roared, "Die!"

Ximen Qing flipped over, his neck narrowly escaping the axe's flash. Although he survived, cold sweat beaded on his handsome face.

"Go!"

A low shout came from the depths of the sky, and then, without warning, a string of fireballs burst forth from the clear blue sky, shooting towards Ximen Qing like meteors.

Ximen Qing unleashed his movement technique, rapidly changing his form in the air. The string of fireballs didn't land in empty space; instead, it followed Ximen Qing like a long snake, relentlessly pursuing him.

With a loud "whoosh," a fireball struck Ximen Qing on the head, shattering his gauze crown into pieces. His neatly styled hair fell loose, framing his contorted face, making him appear like a madman.

Ximen Qing sprang to his feet and retreated like an arrow, dodging the incoming meteor fire. After retreating several feet, he abruptly stopped, standing atop a green bamboo pole. With a flick of his wrist, a small white bone umbrella opened in his hand, carrying countless swirling will-o'-the-wisps to meet the flying meteor fire.

A series of deafening crashes resounded from the Heavenly Demon Umbrella. The bone handle snapped and rattled, leaving charred marks on the grotesque white bones.

A strange green tinge appeared on Ximen Qing's face. The shimmering golden runes on the Heavenly Demon Umbrella rapidly converged, merging the almost scattered ribs together. Then a layer of toxic green swept across the umbrella ribs, erasing the charred marks on the white bones as if wiped away, leaving them pale white again.

"The Hidden Peak Daoist is dead, yet there are still experts from the Yangjun Sect at Star Moon Lake."

Ximen Qing sneered, "Trying to take my life? Not so easy!"

Cheng Zongyang confirmed that Xiao Ling'er's acupoints were sealed, rendering her unable to fight back, before setting her aside.

"Are you joking, sir? With your meager skills, Master Cheng could beat you to a pulp with one hand! If you don't believe me, let's have a fair fight right here! No one is allowed to ask for help! Do you dare!"

Ximen Qing laughed angrily. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child, easily provoked into falling for your tricks? I, Ximen Qing, never expected you to be so ruthless, attacking without a word. I was originally planning to discuss a business deal with you, but since that's the case, there's no need for further words! If you want to take my life, then come at me!"

Yi Biao took a step forward, slashing the bamboo Ximen Qing was standing on in two with his knife. Then, the blade flashed, aiming for Ximen Qing's shin.

Wu Zhanwei, Wu Sangui, and Yi Biao all wielded knives. Wu Zhanwei's knife skills were heavily influenced by the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world), often involving life-or-death struggles. Wu Sangui's knife skills came from the Black Demon Sea Poison Sect, cunning and ruthless. Yi Biao's swordsmanship was a commonly used technique in the military. Although it was conventional, the momentum of his strikes was significantly stronger than before, clearly indicating that his recent arduous training had greatly improved his skills.

Ximen Qing let out a long howl in mid-air, the sound carrying far and wide. Then, his Heavenly Demon Umbrella suddenly retracted, piercing Yi Biao's blade like a sharp sword, forcing him back two steps.

Qin Hui, like a monkey, stepped forward and exchanged several blows with Ximen Qing. Suddenly, a gust of wind attacked from behind, and Ximen Qing was swept away by the wind, opening his Heavenly Demon Umbrella as he spun to meet his opponent.

A deafening crash resounded, as if countless bones were shattering simultaneously. Ximen Qing's Heavenly Demon Umbrella was smashed to pieces by a heavy hammer as thick as a thigh. Although the scattered bones quickly gathered again, the ghostly flames dancing on the umbrella were reduced by half.

Taking advantage of the situation, Qin Hui thrust forward, his right hand sending out three fingers in turn. His thumb pierced through Ximen Qing's protective inner energy, his index finger met his attack head-on, and then his middle finger lightly skimmed across Ximen Qing's arm. Ximen Qing's left arm sank into the finger, spurting out a gust of blood, the wound almost exposing the bone.

Ximen Qing's cultivation was slightly inferior to Qin Hui's, and now, surrounded, he was injured in just a few moves. He staggered back, and behind him, Jin Wuzhu bared his fangs and roared as he attacked again. Ximen Qing was attacked from all sides: Qin Hui's Demon-Shocking Finger in front, Jin Wuzhu's heavy hammer behind, and on both sides, Leopard Head's giant axe, Green-Faced Beast's spear, and Yi Biao's steel saber. Just when it seemed he was about to be trapped, a jade pendant at Ximen Qing's waist suddenly exploded, revealing a small piece of jade hidden

inside—a Dragon Eye Jade! A soft white light suddenly spread out, enveloping Ximen Qing like a sphere. The edges of the light barrier flowed incessantly, almost tangible, and all the swords and axes that struck it were deflected.

Cheng Zongyang's face darkened. He had seen this before—in the most critical moment in the Southern Wilderness, it was Yun Cangfeng's Dragon Eye Jade pendant that released a magic array, saving everyone's lives. Unexpectedly, fortunes have turned, and this time it was the opponent's turn to use the same magic array to save their life.

This kind of magic hidden within the dragon-eye jade is irreversible once cast; it only disappears when the magic power is exhausted, making it a one-time consumable. Although Ximen Qing's dragon-eye jade wasn't as large as Yun Cangfeng's at the time, it only needed to protect his own life

. Judging from the size and color of the light barrier, it could last at least fifteen minutes. Among the dragon-eye jade pendants sold by the Six Dynasties sorcerers, offensive ones were extremely rare; most were for defensive magic. This isn't surprising. If someone used magic placed in a dragon-eye jade pendant to harm or kill someone, the victim would inevitably seek revenge on the seller; defensive ones are much safer. Therefore, wealthy people often bought one, just in case.

Ximen Qing's sleeve was half-soaked in blood. His gaze was chilling as he stared at Cheng Zongyang, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Well done, Master Cheng! Truly ruthless!"

Cheng Zongyang waved his hand coldly, "Use up the magic power of the light sphere! Let's see how long you can hide in that tortoise shell, sir!"

Jin Wuzhu's heavy hammer seemed to strike an egg; the thin shell of the light barrier trembled, and the dense white light inside dimmed slightly. Everyone drew their weapons, attacking in turn. Kuang Zhongyu, hidden in the shadows, was nowhere to be seen, but various spells like Meteor Fire and Flying Fire Wheels appeared out of thin air, constantly striking the light barrier and rapidly depleting its magical power. Still relying on bare hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... rhythmic and irresistible! Click to enter.

Ximen Qing, disheveled, used the magic of the light screen to heal his wounds while constantly emitting shrill screams.

Several boats on the lake came upon hearing the sound, and a woman in black could be seen standing at the bow, her long hair tied up high, her slender hand holding a knife, behind her a black flag, the banner of the Overturning River Society.

You Chan!

Cheng Zongyang recognized the woman at the bow at a glance, and his heart tightened slightly. He hadn't expected that the Black Demon Sea would send her to fight him. Unlike Quan Jianren and Ning Jianren, You Chan had never plotted against him since she mistook him for Fei Niao Xiong Zang. Moreover, because he had covered up the assassination plot against the eunuch for her, she had a special fondness for him. They had even slept together several times, and their relationship was more than ordinary.

But now You Chan has no idea that she is the one fighting against him. Showing mercy is out of the question. If there is any injury in the fight, whether it is her own men who hurt her or she who hurts her brothers, it will become an intractable problem.

Ximen Qing laughed loudly: "Master Cheng! You have schemed and plotted, but how could you outsmart the fairy? The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind! You set a trap to keep me, Ximen Qing, here, but who knew that the fairy would turn the tables and take advantage of the situation to cut off your wings and capture you back to my Black Demon Sea headquarters!"

"Keep bragging, you'll be crying later!"

Ximen Qing said loudly: "The best of the River-Turning Society are all here. These water heroes roam the lakes and seas, each one fearless of death. Even if you have more than ten experts, how can you defeat hundreds of water heroes!"

"Hundreds? You really aren't afraid of your tongue getting twisted. With these few broken boats, at most a hundred!"

Cheng Zongyang shouted: "Biaozi! Treat our guests well!"

Yi Biao sheathed his long sword and withdrew from the battle without saying a word.

Cheng Zongyang gave a subtle wink and whispered, "Leave that woman behind."

Yi Biao understood, nodded, and left.

The boats approached with incredible speed, quickly closing in on the island. The bandits from Taihu Lake split into four groups as soon as they landed, charging along the island's four zigzag paths. Each group consisted of about twenty or thirty men. They wore black water armor, wielded sharp knives, and were masked, only their eyes visible. Their movements were fierce, and they were skilled swimmers; no wonder they had wiped out the Snow Falcon Gang on Taihu Lake.

The fastest group reached the secluded path in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. Their leader, a fierce bandit like a bull, burst into the bamboo forest and let out a roar.

The skilled members of the Overturning River Society followed closely behind, only to find their leader curled up and lying on the bamboo path, his eyes filled with terror, already lifeless.

A young soldier stood at the end of the bamboo path, a long saber in one hand, its blade stained with blood. He had killed one of the most skilled members of the Fanjiang Society in an instant.

"Me!"

he declared confidently and proudly, brandishing his saber. "Zhou Feng, Second Lieutenant of the Xingyue Lake Regiment's Direct Battalion!"

"Kill him! Avenge our brothers!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Fanjiang Society bandits surged forward, but the bamboo path was winding and narrow; a few steps apart, one could not see what was ahead. Amidst the shouts and the clash of blades, a scream rang out as another Fanjiang Society bandit was slain.

The bamboo path surged with people, shouting and fighting. A commotion arose among the bandits; some desperately pushed their way to the front. Zhou Feng, the leader, held a long saber, firmly blocking their path. Behind him were three companions, each wielding a bamboo spear, watching him menacingly. A ruthless bandit skilled in swordsmanship rushed forward, parrying Zhou Feng's longsword, only to be pierced through both ribs by a bamboo spear thrust from behind.

In terms of individual strength, the top fighters of the Overturning River Society might be comparable to these soldiers, but in terms of teamwork, the difference was like heaven and earth. The four soldiers of the Direct Battalion held the terrain, armed with a full range of weapons, both long and short, and their coordination was incredibly smooth. The Overturning River Society, on the other hand, had hastily landed on the island and had no knowledge of the terrain. This was why Cheng Zongyang had set the time beforehand and only announced the location early in the morning—to make it difficult for the Black Demon Sea to prepare in advance.

The bamboo path could barely accommodate two people, and even when side-by-side, it was difficult to execute moves. The lieutenant opposite them, though alone, seemed to have three heads and six arms; the longsword in his hand and the three bamboo spears behind him appeared to be fused into one body. Fighting such an opponent in such a narrow and winding environment was a nightmare.

Within moments, six or seven Overturning River Society fighters lay dead on the ground, and the remaining men began to consider retreating. Suddenly, screams erupted from behind as someone attacked from behind.

"This guy's tough!"

"The road's blocked!"

"Hold on!"

"We can't hold on! Run! Run!"

The bandits panicked. The three spears and swords in front were like a rock; they fought desperately but couldn't break through. The attack from behind was equally fierce. Six soldiers split into two groups, their bamboo spears striking directly and bluntly, completely blocking their advance and retreat.

A few quick-witted bandits, seeing the situation was dire, immediately swung their swords and slashed at the bamboo poles beside them, trying to carve a path to safety. But those bamboo poles hadn't been tended for years, densely packed together, and couldn't be cut down all at once. Instead, their exposed positions made them easy targets, easily killed by their opponents.

Skilled coordination and meticulous planning turned what was initially a close contest into a one-sided massacre. In less than the time it takes to eat a meal, nearly thirty skilled members of the River-Turning Society were wiped out; not a single one escaped, and the entire bamboo path was stained red with blood.

The other three groups were no luckier than their companions. One group was ambushed while passing Yinyuetai, losing four or five men immediately. The remaining members barely managed to regain their footing and engage in combat, but the thirty skilled members of the Fanjiang Society couldn't gain the upper hand against the ten soldiers of Xingyue Lake. After a fierce battle, the Fanjiang Society's forces suffered more than half their casualties and were unable to fight any longer, so they had to retreat while fighting, moving further and further away from the island's center.

The other group suffered an even more inexplicable defeat. The bandits had encountered no opponents and crossed the path without any hindrance. Just as they were about to step onto the island's center, they suddenly heard a loud shout: "Explode!"

The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and then it seemed as if countless bolts of lightning erupted from beneath their feet. Soil mixed with countless irregular pieces of iron flew everywhere, and blood and flesh flew in their wake.

In a short moment, the lush grassy path was completely transformed. Soil was churned up from the ground, carrying a pungent, burnt smell, and stained black with blood. Nearly thirty skilled members of the Overturning River Society perished; more than half died on the spot, and the rest were severely wounded, mostly in their lower bodies, unable to escape and only able to wail on the ground.

After a while, Feng Yuan cautiously emerged, even he was astonished by his own victory. He had single-handedly wiped out the entire team. The grenade using the Dragon Eye Jade was simply too powerful! Even the founder probably never imagined that the Ping Shan Sect's fire magic would flourish to such an extent in his hands!

The screams echoed from afar, indistinct across half the island, yet all the more chilling. Finally, proceeding with extreme caution, You Chan gestured for everyone to stop, then pointed to two of her subordinates, "Go and take a look."

The two rushed forward side by side, and just as they crossed the small dike in the lake, they saw a man appear at the end of the path.

Yi Biao gripped the hilt of his sword without a word, his javelin-like figure radiating boundless killing intent.

After all, he was a warrior who had survived a bloody battle; his imposing presence overwhelmed these bandits by more than one. Yi Biao drew his sword and advanced three steps, killing one bandit on the spot. Another bandit, seeing the situation was dire, turned to flee, but Yi Biao leaped and struck him down.

You Chan should have already returned to Guangyang, but Xianji had left her in Lin'an. She knew nothing about the target of this operation, only that Xianji had instructed her to follow the orders of Master Ximen. Hearing the whistling sound, she immediately led her group to Xiaoyingzhou, only to find that a single man blocked her group of over thirty people.

You Chan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and then she said, "Kill him!"

Several skilled members of the Fanjiang Society immediately leaped out, rushing across the path like the wind towards Yi Biao. You Chan secretly made a gesture, and more than ten of her men immediately slung their sharp swords over their shoulders and quietly slipped into the lake.

Xiaoyingzhou was shaped like the Chinese character "田" (field), with islands within lakes and lakes within islands. On either side of the path lay a lake, surrounded by drooping willows and interspersed flowering trees. The Turbulent River Society, whose members made their living on the water, possessed exceptional swimming skills. But as soon as they entered the water, they were horrified to discover that someone was lurking at the bottom of the lake.

Ripples suddenly spread across the calm surface, and gushes of blood gushed from the depths. A moment later, a head surfaced, followed by another.

Several members of the Turbulent River Society desperately fled from the lake, their hands and feet already wounded within moments. Struggling to swim to shore, they yelled, "Don't go in! There are bamboo hooks in the lake!"

"Brother Xiang got hooked! His head's been chopped off!"

"The wind's strong! The wind's strong!"

You Chan said coldly, "You're all heroes on the water, how come you can't beat them!" "

They've stirred up the lake bottom, the brothers can't see anything, getting hooked means death! Boss You, there's no way to fight this battle!"

You Chan glared hatefully at Yi Biao, "Let's go! To the other side!"

Ximen Qing's arm wound healed rapidly, but his face grew increasingly grim. Although the Fanjiang Society were notorious bandits who roamed the waters, they were no match for a quasi-regular army like the Xingyue Lake camp. After a brief exchange, they were utterly defeated by an opponent whose numbers were only a third of their own.

Qin Hui, not forgetting to kick someone when they're down, laughed loudly, "The Overturning River Society are heroes of the water. Your Excellency ordered them to fight on the island, abandoning their strengths and attacking their weaknesses. How could they not be defeated? One incompetent general can cause the death of three armies. Isn't that painful?"

Ximen Qing, his long hair disheveled, his eyes cold, suddenly raised his hand and flicked out a sachet.

The sachet pierced through the light barrier, spiraling upwards. Without thinking, Leopard Head leaped onto the light barrier and bit into it.

Qin Hui's face changed drastically, "Beware of witchcraft!"

Leopard Head's sharp teeth chattered wildly, chewing the sachet to pieces, then he swallowed it. Then, with a loud "bang," he let out a deafening fart, flying out like an arrow and plunging headfirst into the muddy lakeside.

Leopard Head swayed as he sat up, shaking his mud-covered head, and huffed, "It's real!"

Then he collapsed again, soon emitting a deafening snoring sound.

Ximen Qing's face darkened. This sachet was a gift from the patriarch himself, yet it had been destroyed by this beast before he could even use it. Seeing the light fading, he dared not delay, tearing off the sachet and jade pendant from his waist and crushing them one by one to open it.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if the entire Xiaoyingzhou had been swallowed whole by a monstrous beast lurking in the shadows. Then, a willow tree nearby transformed, its fluttering branches turning into countless monstrous pythons, which suddenly coiled around the blue-faced beast, binding it tightly.

The blue-faced beast's spear was trapped, unable to move, so it simply opened its claws and fangs, tearing and roaring amidst the pythons. The severed python bodies fell to the ground, instantly turning into broken branches and leaves.

Outside the pavilion, a withered tree suddenly stood up, extending powerful claws and lunging at Jin Wuzhu. Jin Wuzhu's heavy hammer was entangled by a vine, unable to be swung. He roared and charged forward. The two equally powerful beasts collided, causing the air to tremble.

On the other side of the pavilion, the ground churned like waves, and a skeletal demonic claw burst forth, reaching for Qin Hui's ankle.

Qin Hui flicked his sleeve, and a jade box flew out. He flicked open the lid, lightly touched the inside of the box with his pinky fingernail, then shaved off the entire fingernail and flicked it towards the demonic claw. The moment the claw touched the fingernail, the white bones instantly turned brittle and hard gray, scattering into ashes in the breeze.

Cheng Zongyang was overwhelmed by the various demonic arts before him. He had initially thought Ximen Qing's cultivation was only slightly higher than his own, but he had forgotten that Ximen Qing was a member of the Black Demon Sea Witch Clan. If this were a fair one-on-one duel, he would have long been defeated by the high-ranking official's endless stream of witchcraft—although he had never even considered giving this scoundrel a chance to be fair.

Upon seeing Qin Hui effortlessly shatter the white bone demon claw, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but exclaim, "You treacherous minister! What is that thing in your hand?!"

Qin Hui held up the jade box, proudly declaring, "This is the third of the seven supreme poisons of the Poison Sect: Yellow Springs Butterfly Transformation! It can shatter any demonic magic or illusion with a single flick!"

"Damn! So powerful! Why don't you hurry up and break the spell for Old Technique and Old Beast?!"

Qin Hui lowered his voice somewhat awkwardly, saying, "This poison is instantly fatal upon contact, with no antidote. Even if the sorcery is broken, your lives will still be in danger."

Ximen Qing laughed loudly, "The Poison Sect's creations cannot distinguish friend from foe. Such fools are truly laughable! Behold my Heavenly Demon Umbrella!"

Ximen Qing crushed a jade pendant in his palm, slapped it onto the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, and then threw it out. The palm-sized Heavenly Demon Umbrella suddenly expanded, like a wheel, then grew even larger, enveloping the entire pavilion under the white bone demon umbrella.

"Qin Huizhi! Show us all the deadly poisons your Poison Sect has left!"

Cheng Zongyang glanced at Qin Hui, who shook his head slightly. "This Heavenly Demon Luo is a poison-infused sorcery technique; its power increases when it comes into contact with poisonous substances. However, Your Excellency's cultivation is still shallow; this Heavenly Demon Luo may not be invincible."

Qin Hui tightened his belt and then leaped into the air.

From between the six ribs of the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, a strange skull extended, and all six mouths opened simultaneously, spewing out countless black, serpentine wisps of energy that descended from the sky, swirling and twisting beneath the umbrella before converging into six streams. Two streams flew towards Qin Hui, while the other four flew towards Jin Wuzhu and the Blue-Faced Beast, respectively.

Jin Wuzhu and the Blue-Faced Beast roared simultaneously. The demonic beast formed from the withered tree trunk absorbed the black energy, its power surging, forcefully throwing Jin Wuzhu to the ground, then opening its mouth to bite his neck. Jin Wuzhu's muscles bulged, and he punched the demonic beast's stone-like face. The demonic beast's massive head twisted to the side, biting Jin Wuzhu's shoulder in the process, its foot-long sharp teeth piercing his collarbone.

On the other side, the Blue-Faced Beast was completely enveloped by a swarm of demonic pythons transformed from willow branches; only a large mass of python bodies could be seen writhing and twisting, with no details visible.

Cheng Zongyang gripped the Dragon-Slaying Saber in the sheepskin bag, then leaped up, rushing towards the Heavenly Demon Umbrella above his head. Suddenly, a warm, fragrant scent surged from behind him. Cheng Zongyang turned his head and saw Xiao Ling'er's bodice flying off her body, the fiery red silk gracefully unfurling in the air, the ribbons swaying gently, like a lover's arm embracing his waist and back.

An incredibly comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, as if he were lying on Xiao Ling'er's delicate and soft jade body, too lazy to move.

Chapter Eight:

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, his drowsiness grew stronger, he felt so comfortable that he just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, never to wake up again...

Cheng Zongyang suddenly bit his tongue. In the midst of the excruciating pain, his mind regained a little clarity, and he immediately realized that the true energy in his body was being swallowed up by that bodice, constantly leaking away. Cheng Zongyang grabbed the bodice and tore it open with all his might, the excruciating pain feeling like peeling off his own skin.

Cheng Zongyang's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth as he tore at the red silk. In that short instant, countless fine, thread-like tentacles extended from the silk, connecting with his flesh and blood. With each thread that snapped, the intense pain caused his vision to go black for a moment.

Qin Hui moved through the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, which had expanded a thousand times, his Demon-Shocking Finger constantly clashing with the golden runes among the skulls and bones beneath the umbrella, splashing countless pale blue phosphorescent flames. Jin Wuzhu and the withered tree demon were entangled, rolling back and forth, turning the ground into a muddy mess. The Blue-Faced Beast was nowhere to be seen; only the constantly rising swarms of pythons indicated he was still struggling. In contrast, Leopard Head was the most relaxed. He had swallowed the sachet before casting his spell, and due to the backlash of the magic, he fell into a deep sleep. Although he kept grinding his teeth and farting—farts louder than firecrackers—his life was safe.

Ximen Qing's peach-blossom eyes held a chilling smile as he softly said, "That great sage of Yangjun Sect, if he doesn't act now, when will he?"

Everyone was fighting for their lives, but Kuang Zhongyu strangely remained silent, adding to Cheng Zongyang's worry, fearing he might encounter misfortune under the endless stream of witchcraft in the Black Demon Sea.

The red silk had been on his body for only a snap of the fingers, but to Cheng Zongyang it felt like a year; each broken thread brought excruciating pain. Suddenly, the excruciating pain subsided, and the bloodthirsty threads on the red silk were pulled from his body, curling up like leeches exposed to fire.

Cheng Zongyang ripped the bodice off his body with a mighty tug, his clothes instantly stained crimson with the seeping blood. He turned back, panting, and saw a young girl standing beside the pavilion.

Under the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, the surroundings were like the dead of night, the raging, chilling wind penetrating the area, causing the trees and flowers it swept through to wither and lose their vitality. Yet, a glimmer of light flickered at the girl's fingertips, like a candle swaying in the wind, radiating a warm and soft glow.

Li Shishi's jade-like face was pale, her delicate body trembling slightly, clearly filled with fear. But she still mustered her courage and stepped forward to face the Black Demon Sea's sorcery.

Under the light of that glimmer at her fingertips, the sorcery permeating the space was purified. Cheng Zongyang, who was closest to her, was the first to be affected; his bodice lay disheveled on the ground, its color still vibrant, but the bloodthirsty, eerie feeling gone.

The soft light from the girl's fingertips spread outwards. The withered wooden beast fighting Jin Wuzhu was swept by the white light, its massive body crumbling like mud, finally returning to a piece of rotten wood, which Jin Wuzhu then smashed to pieces with his heavy hammer.

Then the writhing swarm of pythons retreated like a tide, revealing a blood-soaked blue-faced beast among the branches. The slender willow branches could not bear the weight of a beast-like warrior and snapped with a "snap," throwing the blue-faced beast to the ground. The blue-faced beast scrambled to its feet with a ferocious expression, ignoring its wounds, and pounced, smashing the willow tree in two with its forehead, then trampling it in rage.

A cold, mocking smile appeared in Ximen Qing's eyes as he slowly uttered four words from the tip of his tongue: "Guangming Guantang!"

As the last word escaped his lips, six swirling skulls within the Heavenly Demon Umbrella simultaneously rose, then, accompanied by a sharp, eerie howl and thick black mist, lunged towards the pavilion.

Li Shishi bit her lip, her tension evident in her eyes. Hei Mohai had used the art of poison in witchcraft to destroy the Bright Temple back then; although she hadn't experienced it herself, she had long heard that the Heavenly Demon Luo was one such technique.

Qin Hui knew Li Shishi couldn't withstand Hei Mohai's attacks. He spread his arms, soaring like a bird, intercepting all the swooping skulls.

Ximen Qing roared, "You're courting death!"

A fan rib flew out, embedding itself in Ximen Qing's shoulder, yet not a drop of blood flowed. Ximen Qing's face rapidly paled, while the six skulls seemed to sprout a thin layer of bluish flesh, becoming even more grotesque.

"Qin Huizhi! You, a disciple of the Black Demon Sea, have joined forces with the Bright Temple to oppose my Witch Sect! How can you face the generations of demonic sects of the Black Demon Sea!"

Qin Hui said coldly, "Did the Witch Sect show even a shred of mercy to my Poison Sect back then?"

"Fine! I'll kill you first! Then I'll capture that little slut and turn her into a slave prostitute!"

Ximen Qing used a blood sacrifice technique, greatly increasing the power of the Heavenly Demon Umbrella. Even Qin Hui could not withstand its sharpness. The two separated after a brief clash. Qin Hui drifted away like a falling leaf, but four of the six flying skulls were gone, with the remaining two heading towards the pavilion.

A metallic clang, almost freezing one's blood, rang out as Cheng Zongyang finally drew his Dragon-Slaying Saber. The surrounding air instantly condensed into fine frost, the chill biting to the bone, even freezing Cheng Zongyang's blood-stained clothes to the bone.

Cheng Zongyang shrugged slightly, striding forward like a tiger. He unleashed a powerful attack, the Tiger Fighting in All Directions, slashing the Dragon-Slaying Saber left and right, striking two dark blue skulls. The skulls, their malevolent energy largely neutralized by Qin Hui, were instantly shattered by the divine weapon, the Dragon-Slaying Saber. The lingering black energy was swept away by the white light from Li Shishi's fingertips and vanished without a trace.

Ximen Qing's face was deathly pale. He thrust a fan rib into his chest and shouted, "Retract!"

The Heavenly Demon Umbrella snapped shut, countless white bones raining down. Even before the malevolent energy arrived, the entire pavilion creaked under the weight.

Just then, a low whistle came from afar, "Open!"

A point of white light appeared against the protective barrier around Ximen Qing, then burst forth violently. In an instant, it was as if a sun had burst forth, its intense light dispelling the darkness. The protective barrier around Ximen Qing, which had faded to almost nothing, was also swept away. Then, a beam of light like a shooting star shot straight in, transforming into a Qianyang diagram that imprinted itself on Ximen Qing's chest.

Kuang Zhongyu had remained silent for a long time, waiting until this moment to strike, and his attack was as swift as thunder. First, he used the Bright Light Technique of the Yangjun Sect to suppress the witch power filling the space, breaking through Ximen Qing's protective light barrier. Immediately afterward, he unleashed a Qianyang True Technique, striking Ximen Qing, who was extremely weakened after the blood sacrifice.

Ximen Qing coughed up blood, his body flying backward, the caved-in chest revealing almost broken bones.

At the critical moment, Ximen Qing finally crushed the last piece of jade pendant.

The naked jade body in the pavilion rose like a ghost, Xiao Ling'er's acupoints were released, and she silently raised her jade arm, delivering a palm strike towards Li Shishi's delicate neck.

Li Shishi, being a disciple of the Bright Temple, although she didn't hear the sound, her body immediately sensed it. She was casting a purification spell, her palms together, barely managing to spin around and block.

Xiao Ling'er's dainty, jade-like hand flashed out from beneath her elbow, slicing like a blade into Li Shishi's ribs.

Li Shishi's face turned deathly pale, and she fell backward without a sound, a fleeting glint of light flashing from her fingertips.

"Bastard!"

Cheng Zongyang roared, swinging his blade in a slash.

Xiao Ling'er smiled and touched the blade with one hand, but suddenly shuddered. Cheng Zongyang's strike seemed fierce, but it was actually the mental technique of the Taiyi Scripture. The Taiyi Scripture of the Black Demon Sea was inherently extremely Yin and soft, perfectly complementing the natural chill of the Dragon-Slaying Saber. That little vixen suffered a great loss the moment she made her move.

Xiao Ling'er's hand seemed frozen to the blade, unable to move for a moment. Although this little vixen had a childlike face and large breasts, and was naturally seductive, Cheng Zongyang showed her no mercy. He had not yet resolved his old grudge against Yu Ziyuan, and now he had added the new hatred of Li Shishi. Even if he cleaved her in two, he would not feel the slightest pain.

Cheng Zongyang's dantian qi spun rapidly, and he swung the saber at the pavilion pillar. Xiao Ling'er's delicate body crashed heavily into the pillar, which immediately broke, and half of the pavilion collapsed.

Xiao Ling'er's face showed pain, and tears welled up in her bright eyes in an instant. Although he knew this little vixen was feigning helplessness, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel a pang of fear. With the same petite, delicate body, exquisite and alluring features, and full, high breasts, for a moment, Xiao Ling'er before him looked remarkably like Xiao Zi!

In that instant of hesitation, Xiao Ling'er seized the opportunity to escape, landing like a swallow in the lake. The lake water immediately froze, gradually deepening and receding, clearly the girl was expelling the chill from her body.

Cheng Zongyang didn't give chase. Xiao Ling'er was just a nobody in the Black Demon Sea, not even comparable to a slave girl. His only target was Ximen Qing!

The battle on the other side of Xiaoyingzhou was nearing its end. Of the four groups of skilled members of the Overturning River Society who had landed on the island, two groups were completely annihilated, while the other two groups, each leaving behind more than half their corpses, retreated in disarray, stubbornly holding onto a pavilion.

Compared to the Overturning River Society's death rate of over 70%, the Direct Battalion only had three killed and nine wounded. Led by Yi Biao, the remaining soldiers were divided into three groups, taking turns fighting to conserve their strength while continuously inflicting casualties on the enemy.

You Chan narrowly escaped death several times; her long hair was disheveled, one sleeve was torn by a blade, revealing a section of her snow-white arm, yet miraculously, she was unharmed.

As the owner of the gambling den and the younger sister of a gang leader, You Chan's judgment was not flawed. She didn't understand why her opponents showed mercy—especially the ruthlessness and ferocity they displayed towards their own comrades; if half that same ferocity had been used on her, she would already be lying dead on the ground. She shuddered; even in death, she didn't want to fall into enemy hands and become a prisoner with an uncertain future. But she still had her daughter; she had to return alive.

To avoid friendly fire, Feng Yuan didn't dare use overly violent weapons like grenades, relying instead on the Ping Shan Sect's signature technique. After several failed spellcasting attempts, Feng's magic finally set the pavilion ablaze. The water heroes screamed as they rushed out, only to be killed one by one by the well-prepared soldiers of the Direct Battalion.

Looking at her invincible opponents in despair, You Chan finally threw down her knife and whispered, "I surrender."

Yi Biao also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was never good at dealing with women and wanted to tell her, "Stop fighting, our leader Cheng said he won't kill you." But he didn't know how to say it, so he just kept beating her until she understood.

Yi Biao symbolically tied You Chan's hands with a rope, and then gave an order. The remaining soldiers, led by three squad leaders, quickly dispersed, treating their comrades while taking control of key points on the island.

Ximen Qing, disheveled, moved through the woods, pursued relentlessly by Cheng Zongyang, Qin Hui, Jin Wuzhu, and the Blue-Faced Beast.

Cheng Zongyang examined Li Shishi's injuries and found that she only had a few broken ribs and wouldn't be in immediate danger. He handed her and the sleeping Leopard Head over to Kuang Zhongyu and followed after them.

A corner of a temple peeked out from the woods. Ximen Qing, coughing up blood, leaped onto the wall and disappeared under the eaves.

Qin Hui strode directly to the roof of the main hall, standing at the highest point, taking in the entire temple. He pointed, "Over there!"

Jin Wuzhu and the Blue-Faced Beast, though covered in wounds, were still ferocious after their fierce battle. They stormed into the side room like a whirlwind, smashing the doors and windows to pieces.

Ximen Qing darted out from the flying wood chips like a fish. Although his movements were swift, he was clearly too weak to fight the two. He smashed a small, tightly closed door beside him with a bang, hissing, "Come out now!"

Cheng Zongyang, who was close behind, heard his shout and suddenly accelerated, his Dragon-Slaying Saber flashing coldly as he slashed towards Ximen Qing's neck, intending to kill the scoundrel before he could enter the room.

With a soft "tap," the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand jolted violently. Cheng Zongyang tumbled to the ground, taking a half-step back to regain his balance. A rosary bead fell to the ground, spinning once. It was this unassuming ebony rosary bead that had blunted the sharpness of his Dragon-Slaying Saber. A

figure moved slightly through the broken wooden door, and a young novice monk helped an old monk out. Seeing the young novice, Cheng Zongyang's eyes widened. The young novice was none other than Jing Shan, the one who had infiltrated Cuiwei Garden to cause him trouble that day! No wonder she seemed somewhat familiar when they last met; now, she disdained to disguise herself and showed her true face, allowing him to recognize her at a glance.

Cheng Zongyang cursed inwardly. This Baoning Temple was actually a stronghold of the treacherous Tantric sect; no wonder he couldn't find Jing Shan no matter how hard he searched.

The old monk, with a kind and benevolent expression, clasped his hands in prayer and said, "Amitabha. Well said, well said."

Cheng Zongyang laughed heartily, "Master, you're so polite, you must be from a Buddhist monastery!"

This slap was unusually forceful; not only did the little nun Jing Shan glare with anger, but even the old monk, who had been putting on airs as a hermit, lost his composure and shouted, "Nonsense!"

"That's good."

Cheng Zongyang nodded, "What I hate most are those heretics in the Buddhist monasteries who usurp the Buddha's name!"

Upon hearing this, the old monk felt a sense of kinship and said gently, "Amitabha, benefactor, you uphold the right view and will surely be protected by the Buddha. This old monk is dead, I have met you, benefactor."

Cheng Zongyang asked in astonishment, "Old monk, aren't you still alive? Or have you been turned into a corpse puppet?"

The old monk said angrily, "This old monk's Dharma name is—Dead."

"Oh, so it's the deceased master."

Cheng Zongyang secretly made a gesture behind his back. Qin Hui, who could see this clearly from the rooftop, immediately sent a secret message, ordering all his subordinates to rush to Baoning Temple and surround the small temple.

The depth of the deceased old monk's cultivation was hard to guess, but it was certain that he was a level or two higher than himself. Jin Wuzhu and the Blue-Faced Beast were seriously injured, and their strength was reduced by about 60%. With just himself and the treacherous minister, they might not be able to defeat the old monk and the little thief nun Jingshan.

"What a fine Dharma name!"

Cheng Zongyang praised, and then said with great emotion, "The false Buddhas of the Ten Directions Monastery have usurped the Dharma lineage and arbitrarily changed the Buddha's decrees. If this heresy is not eliminated, the disciples of Buddhism are as good as dead! Master, your Dharma name is like the morning bell and evening drum, refreshing and making me deeply feel that the flame of Buddhism is passed down and the Great Way is unwavering."

In order to buy time, Cheng Zongyang showered out flattery like it was free. The deceased old monk had never before encountered such a profoundly thoughtful young man who so passionately championed his cause. His words caused his robes to tremble slightly with excitement.

Ximen Qing, listening nearby, nearly vomited blood, hissing, "Master! I've brought him here! Aren't you going to make your move?"

The deceased old monk waved his hand gently, saying, "No rush, no rush. This young benefactor is naturally gifted and blessed; he is indeed a rare talent."

Ximen Qing retorted sharply, "The agreement between my Black Demon Sea and Longchen is still in effect! Your sect, as a branch of Longchen, are you going to break the agreement?"

"Amitabha, Benefactor Ximen, please calm down. This old monk has a few questions for this young benefactor."

"Master, capture him first, what do you want to ask..."

Before Ximen Qing could finish, the old monk interrupted, "May I ask, benefactor, is the copy of the cassock belonging to the false disciple still in your possession?"

"Yes!"

Cheng Zongyang readily admitted, "Thanks to the righteous Master Lu the Flower Monk, who saw that I liked the design and let me trace it."

"Would the benefactor be willing to let our sect copy it?"

Cheng Zongyang chuckled, "Of course, of course."

But he said nothing more.

The old monk, who had already died, waited for a long time, but when he didn't respond, he had no choice but to say, "What are the benefactor's conditions?"

Cheng Zongyang gave him a thumbs up, "Good job! Copying is easy. Let me first tear that scoundrel Ximen to pieces, and then we can sit down and discuss it slowly."

Ximen Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Master, who has already died! Now that I have entered the temple, Long Chen has the responsibility to ensure my safety."

The old monk looked at the sky, then at the ground, and then coughed twice, "Benefactor, please take this old monk's palm."

With that, he struck out with his palm.

Cheng Zongyang slightly lowered his waist, and the Dragon-Slaying Saber rose from his feet, slashing down on the old monk's palm. The old monk screamed in agony as Cheng Zongyang cleaved him in two with a single blow. The bullet rolled to the corner of the wall, twitched a few times, and then lay still.

Jing Shan rushed over and helped the old monk up. "Master, how could you..."

The dead monk trembled as he said, "This boy's swordsmanship is nearing perfection. I could not withstand it. Go! Go!"

Jing Shan glared at the old monk with her beautiful eyes, then stomped her foot in anger, grabbed the old monk by the collar, dragged him up like a dead dog, and slipped away from the temple.

Ximen Qing was dumbfounded. Cheng

Zongyang laughed loudly, "Ximen, you dog! This time you will have no way to escape!" A rough, hoarse voice sneered, "The outcome is still uncertain. Cheng, don't be too happy!"

The tightly closed temple door creaked open, and a stout figure stepped out. She had scars on her face and carried a heavy guillotine. It was none other than the witch he had fought in Qingzhou.

Inside the hall stood a figure of unparalleled beauty, dressed in snow-white robes, holding a zither. Who else could it be but Jian Yuji?

Ximen Qing, his earlier panic gone, though still coughing up blood, laughed heartily. "I told you long ago, Brother Cheng, no matter how much you scheme, how can you compare to the celestial maiden's calculations?"

Cheng Zongyang cursed inwardly. This vile woman was actually inside the main hall of Baoning Temple. He had chased her all the way, only to walk right into her trap.

Cheng Zongyang's mind raced. With a clang, he sheathed his sword and forced a smile, saying, "Is the master angry? Oh dear, a beating is a sign of affection! If it weren't for us brothers putting on this act, how could Fairy Maiden have agreed to discuss business with me? Don't you think so?"

Ximen Qing spread his arms, revealing his wounds, and sneered, "Brother Cheng, you're getting a little too into the role."

Cheng Zongyang stamped his foot, saying, "Why didn't you say so sooner, Master! You lot! How can you be so tactless! Get over here now and apologize to the Master!"

Qin Hui leaped down, clasped his hands, and said, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, please don't take offense, Master."

Though he said he was apologizing, he blocked Ximen Qing's path. Given Ximen Qing's injuries, even if Jian Yuji made a move, that treacherous minister could drag Master Ximen down with him.

Granny Wu's eyes flashed with ferocity as she gripped the guillotine, ready to strike.

Suddenly, a melodious zither tune rang out, easing the tense atmosphere in the temple. Then, Jian Yuji said softly, "Young master, didn't you want to discuss business?"

"Of course!"

Cheng Zongyang readily agreed. "Anywhere is fine!"

"I'll await your arrival here."

"That won't do,"

Cheng Zongyang shook his head vigorously. "I have claustrophobia. Entering the hall will definitely trigger it."

Jian Yuji wasn't angry at all. "Outside the hall is fine too."

"Then let's talk at Beiwazi,"

Cheng Zongyang said excitedly. "We can discuss business while having a couple of girls massage our feet and backs—that would be absolutely amazing!"

Jian Yuji smiled. "Only in this temple."

Cheng Zongyang readily agreed. "No problem, let's take a walk behind the temple."

Jian Yuji's slender figure emerged from the hall and led the way to the back.

Cheng Zongyang gave Qin Hui a wink and followed.

Qin Hui, Jin Wuzhu, and the Blue-Faced Beast surrounded Ximen Qing in a triangular formation, with a witch wielding a guillotine on the outside. Both sides were hesitant to act, waiting for their leaders to finish their negotiations.

Behind the hall was a small release pond. Jian Yuji and Cheng Zongyang walked slowly around it, one after the other. Jian Yuji asked, "What business does the young master wish to discuss?"

"That's a difficult question. But since you spoke first, let me ask you something,"

Cheng Zongyang stopped and bluntly asked, "Who did this to Miss Yun?"

"I see,"

Jian Yuji said calmly, "Young master, you've misunderstood me. Although it was I who did it, it was for Miss Yun's own good."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Cheng Zongyang said coldly, "Rumors are circulating that Miss Yun was three months pregnant and suffered a miscarriage—do you think I'd believe such nonsense?"

Jian Yuji said indifferently, "Don't you believe it, young master?"

Upon hearing the devastating news, Cheng Zongyang had panicked. Thinking back carefully these past few days, Cheng Zongyang realized there was a fatal flaw in Jian Yuji's words.

He had slept with Yun Ruyao in mid-September, but she miscarried in early March, at least five months later. If Yun Ruyao was truly three months pregnant when she miscarried—and he was fighting tooth and nail in Jiangzhou at that time, how could she have gotten pregnant?

Cheng Zongyang also harbored a hidden worry: although others didn't believe it, he knew the situation perfectly well; he was the passive party in sleeping with Yun Ruyao! Considering her maternal lineage, if Yun Ruyao was truly three months pregnant, who knows who won the lottery, and he would certainly look bad.

Of course, the more likely scenario was that the whole thing was a trap set by Hei Mohai. Wu Sangui searched all the doctors who frequented the Yun family in Jiankang, and the news he received was that Miss Yun was perfectly healthy. Perhaps Yun Ruyao wasn't pregnant at all, but the news had leaked out, and Hei Mohai was using it to make a big fuss.

"Miss Yun's miscarriage is no exaggeration,"

Jian Yuji said frankly. "It just happened two months ago. Although Miss Yun is exceptionally intelligent, she was understandably at a loss when she became pregnant. Fortunately, an old friend of mine was living in the Yun family. Upon learning of this, she helped Miss Yun terminate the pregnancy, thus ending this trouble. If it weren't for your aloofness, young master, this matter wouldn't have been publicized."

Cheng Zongyang gritted his teeth and said, "You bitch! That was my child! Your Black Demon Sea owes me a life!"

Jian Yuji's beautiful eyes flickered, and she chuckled, "Indeed, it's Young Master Cheng. Miss Yun's affections were all for the young marquis."

Cheng Zongyang's face darkened. He had essentially confessed without being asked, giving this bitch a chance to make a fool of herself.

Jian Yuji calmly said, "Miss Yun's body is stagnant with cold energy, making her already weak. If she becomes pregnant more than four months into her pregnancy, not only will the fetus be in danger, but her life will also be at risk. May I ask, young master, if you had to choose, would you watch her and her child perish, or abandon

your child to save your mother?" Cheng Zongyang was speechless. He knew Yun Ruyao's body best; the cold poison within her body was not yet cleared, and the fetus could die at any moment. It was not uncommon for the mother's health to be affected as well. But what did the Black Demon Sea take him, the person involved, for?

As Cheng Zongyang pondered this, he glanced around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the pool. The person was dressed in drab gray clothes, with a hunched back. Although dressed as an ordinary old man, he exuded the air of a servant.

A smile crept across Cheng Zongyang's lips. Guo Da Diao Dang was indeed capable, appearing without a sound. With him around, his life was safe.

Cheng Zongyang let out a long laugh, signaling to the treacherous minister that it was time to act, to first smash that broken pot, Ximen Qing. But halfway through his laugh, he abruptly stopped, his mouth agape as if he'd seen a ghost.

Jian Yu Ji was walking slowly right in front of him, her graceful figure incomparably beautiful. His own reflection and Guo Da Diao Dang's reflection were both visible on the surface of the release pond, but he couldn't see Jian Yu Ji's shadow anywhere!

A chill ran down Cheng Zongyang's spine. He stared intently, but there was indeed no reflection of Jian Yu Ji.

Had he stumbled upon a ghost in broad daylight? Cheng Zongyang's legs froze on the ground, and he almost felt the urge to lose control of his bladder.

Please continue reading the

synopsis of episode 8 of "The Song of the Six Dynasties: Clouds and Dragons,"

specifically the Lin'an arc:

Qin Hui, in self-defense, takes poison and is wounded, his fate uncertain; two barbarian beastmen are held back by the deceased old monk and unable to provide assistance; Guo Huai, though highly skilled in martial arts, appears flustered.

Cheng Zongyang uses one of his trump cards: summoning Lin Caiquan—damn! That old scoundrel only talks a good game, he actually slipped away first!

In the nick of time, a masked man appears out of nowhere, snatches the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and then a mysterious figure, unexpected by both Cheng Zongyang and Jian Yuji, appears, severing Ximen Qing in half with a single sword stroke, appearing and disappearing without a trace!

Although he fights to the death in Xiaoyingzhou, he still happily goes about his business.

Cheng Zongyang desperately needs "time," so he trades the cement agency rights with the Black Demon Sea for a five-year guarantee not to enter the Song Dynasty… Is this deal worthwhile?

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